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anxious2dsimp · 3 years

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Maybe? | Jealous!Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader | Oneshot

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Flavour: Fluff ☁️

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: After Gojo is targeted by a group of curses and is adviced to lay low, he's forced to stay away from you. Though your relationship lacks a clear label, seeing you close to another guy from afar makes the sorcerer resort to an unexpected visit.

Warnings: Slight mention of hookups, but nothing more than a makeout happens in the one shot itself!

Meanings: (y/n) = your name, (n/n) = nickname

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A sigh escaped your lips as you checked your phone, turning the screen off as the excitement of a possible message from Gojo dissipated as quickly as it came. Though you two weren't officially dating, you definitely had had something going on for awhile; from weekly hangouts (that in reality were nameless dates or hookups) to the constant chatting on the phone or work visits, things were going great as you got closer to the charismatic yet mysterious man.

Or at least, that was the case until nearly a month ago, when Gojo vanished from your life from one day to the next. Fighting your fear of appearing clingy, you had let him be, assuming it probably had to do with his work he never talked to you about. Growing worried, you messaged him a couples weeks in but to no avail, and since the work visits and encounters with Gojo had stopped abruptly, you hadn’t heard from him again.

Though you didn't let it show, you couldn't help to feel dissapointed, thinking that he probably just got bored and ghosted you. You shook your head to get out of the trance you were in, focusing on the screen of your laptop and letting your thoughts drown in the sounds of the busy café you were at. Little did you know that the very guy you thought now hated your guts was sitting at a secretive corner of the same café, watching from a distance.

Gojo didn't usually listen to Nanami, but for once he did agree that with a group of organized curses after him, being near anyone he cared for would only put them at risk. So although he wanted to see you, he resigned himself to watch from afar, praying that you didn't get over waiting and decided to move on from whatever it was that you two had.

Almost as if on cue, the sound of you giggling suddenly made him become alert, poking his head out from behind the newspaper he was holding up so fast that his glasses nearly fell off. There was no confusing it, that was your angelical, unique laugh, but who was the source of it?

Sitting at your table you smiled happily as you chatted with the waiter who had brought your order. Gojo, who was in the dark as to what it was you were so excitedly talking about, wasn't at all happy with the interaction once he saw it wasn’t precisely profesional. His jaw was clenching and blue eyes narrowed at the sight of the guy very clearly blushing as you looked up at him with those sparkly eyes of yours, laughing carelessly. He cursed under his breath, this spionage was just supposed to be a checkup on you, but now he felt like it was his mission to not let anyone get between you two.

A few hours later, he huffed as he declared the mission unsuccesful. After all, there wasn’t much he could do that wouldn’t betray his identity, so he just had to resign himself to watching you two chat and exchange numbers before you left for your apartment. Though in reality you were doing it just get Gojo out of your mind, he had no idea, so he proceeded to put plan B in action.

That night had started like any other, you were just sitting on your bed in a comfy shirt and sweats while you watched a show on your laptop, when a tap from your window made you look up. The first sensation you felt was fear, as there were fire escape stairs right outside your window and you were constantly concerned about the idea of someone climbing up to rob you.

Another tap woke you from your trance as you stood up and grabbed a shoe to throw at the possible intruder, not really knowing what else to do as you walked up to the curtain and slightly moved it to the side. “Gojo?” you said confused as the white haired man stood outside your window with a hood on, smiling ecstatically and waving (he was lucky his unique hair and eyes were distinguishable even with a hood on and the dim lighting from your room).

“Hey (y/n)! Can I come in?” You heard his voice through the glass as he pointed towards the locked handle. Suddenly feeling tongue tied you opened the window and he climbed inside, taking the hood off as you closed it after him. “It’s good to see ya,” he said with a smile. Was he seriously going to pretend he didn’t just ghost you for a month and then visited you at 1 in the morning by climbing up the fire escape?

“I have to say I’m kind of surprised,” you said at a lack of better words, scratching your neck awkwardly as he looked down at you with curious eyes, how could he not get it? “I thought you had ghosted me if I’m being honest.”

“What?! Never! You know I care about you,” he said dramatically as you just pinched your nose in response. “Gojo, you literally disappeared for a month and then come visit me in the middle of the night,” you explained what you already thought was obvious, earning a sigh from the guy in question as he deflated his chest. “I’m not stupid you know? Just, tell me what’s going on,” you stated sincerely as you looked up at his impossibly blue eyes.

That was the first time you had seen Gojo look serious as he scanned your face, thinking of a way to formulate everything so you’d take him seriously. “It’s a long story, but if you’re down to hear it,” he started, quirking his brow up at you. “I’ll get us some snacks then,” was all you replied before he followed you to out of your room.

Two hours later, you just blinked at Gojo who sat beside you on your couch as you faced each other, an empty bag of candy on your lap. He had been careful to go into enough detail so you know he was for real, but had left out the supernatural part for now since he didn’t want to scare you just yet. So for now he was a cop going undercover because a band of criminals was after him, hence his secretive and odd behaviour. “I swear to god if this is just an elaborate lie,” you said as you pointed your finger at his face as menacingly as you could, trying to hide the geniune relief and happiness you felt knowing he was still into you.

“When have I ever lied to you?” he asked as he grabbed your hand from in front of his face and rubbed circles into the back of it as he placed it between you two. He was desperate to be back on your good side, you knew him well enough to tell just from the look in his eyes. You let out the sigh you had been holding in as you look over at the clock by the table, his gaze following yours as he awaited your reply.

“It’s gotten late, I guess you can stay over if you want,” you said as you try to contain the smile that was tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Thank you!” he exclaimed, happy about having recieved a second chance as he launched himself at you from across the sofa and started peppering kisses all over your face and neck. You giggled in response, finally relaxing as you let yourself smile, unknowingly motivating Gojo as he thought back at the café from earlier, his hands becoming hungrier as he tried to touch every inch of your body and pulled you closer to him.

“I missed your laugh so much, you have no idea,” he said slightly breathless between kisses as he trapped your waist between his arms, finally kissing your lips where you felt his smile, “I missed all of you actually.”

“I missed you too, ya big goofball,” you said earning a chuckle from the guy as you ran your fingers through his soft locks, pulling him in to a deep kiss. When you finally pulled away for air, him practically on top of you as you laid back against the cushions of the sofa, he started lowering himself down again. “See? You don’t need to flirt with random waiters who hit on you, I’m more than enough,” he said barely above a whisper, probably too caught up in a state of bliss to realize he had said it out loud.

You placed your hand in his collarbone, holding him back as he raised an eyebrow at you in confusion. That’s when it hit you; “you mean the guy from the café?” you asked, making Gojo snap out of it as his eyes became wide as saucers, trying to recall if he had in fact said his thoughts outloud. “I- um- well,” he stumbled over his words as you couldn’t contain the amused expression on your face, this was probably the first time you had caught Gojo offguard.

“Satoru, where you spying on me?”

“(n/n) will you be my s/o?”

“wHA- Don’t change the subject! I asked first,” you exclaimed at his diversion as your face erupted in a dark blush, slightly darker than the one that appeared on the pale man’s face when he had been caught red handed.

“And I asked second!”

“I swear to god...”

“Ok but only because I wanted to see you! Please, I’m not a creep or a pervert, I just wanted to check on you and see if you were doing alright!”

Why did he even bring it up again? Wait, was he...

“Hold on, did you do all of this because you were jealous?”

“...”

“Satoru,” you said in a warning tone as he sat back up, you doing the same.

“Ok, maybe I was jealous, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t mean everything I did or say! I just, realized I needed you. So yeah, he was a factor in my decision to come see you, just one though.”

“Aww so you were jealous,” you teased him as you poked his cheek, earning an eye roll from the blushing man. “I mean if you wanna ‘aw’ just because of that first part go off, I guess,” he said pouting as your smile just widened.

“Well, if you still want my answer to your question; yes,” you said as you nervously looked anywhere but at him. “Huh?” That was his only response, and when you turned to him all you saw was him looking at you with clueless eyes.

“Oh, as in- So this means we’re official?” His face lit up the second he realized, putting his hands on your thighs as he brought you closer to him. “I mean, if you agre-”

You were cut off by his lips passionately and roughly pressing against yours, quite literally taking your breath away. Giving in to his excitement you let him pull you into his lap, straddling his waist as his hands found the small of your back.

“So I’m assuming, you’ll tell people who hit on you you’re taken now,” he stated once you broke apart for air, his forehead resting against yours.

“Satoru!”

After that night, his random visits became usual. You had no problem with his secretive behaviour and neither did he with you being out in the world being hit on by whoever, because you had each other.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading this, hope you like it! I just need some goofy Gojo fluff with everything that’s going down in JJK these past few episodes! I would really appreciate it if you followed, noted/liked this or maybe even requested something if you enjoy my writing, so feel free to do so <3

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insomniasymphony · 3 years

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Machi Komacine x Female Reader [Closer]

Constellation: Machi Komacine x Female Reader Prompt I got: → You should be more careful so you don't get sick again Rating: General Audience

►► Her hands are soft like velvet, Dancing across your skin. Give her one more moment To wash away your sin. ◄◄

The quivering of your shoulders doesn't subside for a moment, even as the damp, hot towel touches your back. One of Machi's hands is on your bare skin while the other washes the sweat from your body, and although you shouldn't be embarrassed, since you are both women, you can't help covering your breasts and lowering your head.

Her touch is so light, so deft, that there is something almost clinical about it. The only physical contact you really share is her firm grip that won't let go, accompanied by the shame that makes heat rise in your head that can't be shaken off. These are seconds when you are grateful to the fever of the cold.

The wet towel brushes your waist, makes you wince, cast a help-seeking glance over your shoulder because it's uncomfortable and, admittedly, kind of weird. But Machi's gaze hangs focused on the piece of cloth. You have no place in her mind. Not at this moment. So you look to the front again.

You have barely exchanged a word since she settled in your small appartment. Actually, you had wanted to show her how much stronger you had become while she was away, so that you too could become a member of the spiders, to spend every spare second with Machi. You may not be a couple, but you're making an effort and she hasn't once turned you down so far.

Until today. Or rather, since the whole week she's been with you but acts like you're just a foreign object within these four walls. At the same time, her facial expression is so rigid and blank that you don't even know whether she is angry or annoyed by your behaviour. The only thing you can say for sure is that you've caught a serious cough and a high fever from training rigorously since you didn't even take a break from your plan when the icy cold rain trickled down to your bones. You deserve this cold.

And Machi's care is clearly a bonus in all this.

At the same time, it's also devastating because she knows why you're sick and also why you're training so hard. She came over to spend time with you and you confront her with the flu. She's probably annoyed with you.

The sigh on your lips is soft, yet heavy, so Machi's movement stops for a moment before she takes the towel back and releases her hand from your shoulder. “You can get dressed.”

You ignore her, wrap your upper arms more tightly around your cold torso and sink further into the feverish thoughts that become more colourful with each additional thought.

But Machi doesn't give you time to drown in them. Before you can imagine her taking you lovingly in her arms, she has already thrown the light shirt of your pyjamas over your head. It is only a gentle touch of fabric, but it makes you startle, and you glance over your shoulder again, this time meeting the pretty blue eyes of the woman you have adored since you first met.

Cautiously, you reach for the textile. Her eyes watch you, every single movement. She doesn't take her eyes off you as you slip the garment on, nor when you sit up properly in bed again. The heat under your skin is parching but the cold on top of it makes such an extreme contrast that you don't dare to crawl out from under the duvet any further than necessary.

“I'll handle the food now.” Her gaze remains fixed, her posture dismissive, her tone terribly monotone, so you know nothing to reply. All you do is nod, watch as she exits the room and leaves you here alone.

Though her disapproving manner is clearly oppressive, the time alone in this room is frighteningly lonely. You'd rather have Machi keep silence than have your own thoughts echoing far too loudly in this room.

You want to do something, fix things, because even if Machi has never shown much affection, she is still a woman with a heart who has often kept you company and doesn't reject your pathetic attempts at flirting. Experiencing her so distant hurts, feels wrong, pushes her so far into the distance that your heart in your chest hammers painfully against your ribs. Strong enough to force a lump into your throat. The cold isn't just making you physically weak, that's for sure, and the burning in your eyes is hard to suppress.

Machi will probably be back at any moment with a dish she ordered from one of the nearby ordering services. She does that every day. One of the reasons why she charges so damn much for her services. She enjoys good food and likes to test things out. Since she's been with you, she's ordered only the best – presumably for your health – without once giving you a chance to say thank you.

Your heart weighs heavily at the thought that she is so close to you and at the same time seems so far away. You can't help but fall backwards into the sheets. To get up and run after Machi would only make all this much worse. So you close your eyes.

Behind the blackness of your lids, she is waiting for you, pink hair, petite, pretty, and at the same time strong enough to leave you behind at any moment. You reach out to her, but she doesn't come within reach, stays there in the distance where you can only look at her.

Machi cannot go.

“If I wanted to go, I'd be gone already.”

Hectically you open your eyes as the air finds its way sharply into your lungs and you immediately sit upright in bed. Machi has settled on the edge, a small tray with a bowl of soup on her lap. Her gaze pierces you, not allowing any of your twitches to escape unnoticed. The heat inside you is as stifling as all the sweat that is once again clinging to you, clearly conveying that you must have drifted off for a brief moment. On top of that, you must have spoken. She probably knows what's going on in your head and you can't help but look away from her and eye your own knuckles.

“I love you, Machi,” it comes over you. It's not the first time you've said it, but her response always remains the same.

“I know.”

"And I don't want you to be angry with me because-"

“I'm not angry,” she interrupts you curtly, before carefully yet firmly setting the tray down on your legs, with the tiny request that you start eating. Of course, you instantly pick up the spoon, but you can't bring yourself to eat.

“If you're not angry, why...are you being so distant?”

She sighs. A soft, long sigh, before she settles into a chair beside you, folding her arms and crossing her legs. Then she looks at you. The silence between you is nerve-wracking and you can feel your fingers trembling. Twice you bang your spoon against the bowl before Machi closes her eyes and lets blunt honesty win for a moment. “Do you really want to become a member of the Phantom Troupe?”

“I do,” you return promptly, almost so hastily that it seems embarrassing.

“You know how dangerous that could be?”

“We could be a team.”

“And you think you're up to the tasks? Killing ruthlessly and carrying out any order Boss asks of you?” One of her brows lifts. “Can you leave me behind if you have to?”

You open your mouth, wanting to agree, but you both know better. You love her and leaving her behind when she's in danger or hurt isn't even remotely an option. Before that, you would provoke war with her leader and that would only bring more problems.

“I like you the way you are. Right here, in this home,” Machi states all at once, before she gets back on her feet and comes to you. One of her hands gently rests on your cheek and you follow her touch, savoring every second. “You don't have to overdo it.”

They are just tiny messages, carrying a warmth that assures you that Machi cares about you too. She is with you even though you are sick. She tells you not to go to the spiders because she knows you could never be happy in all this, and she subliminally tells you that she doesn't like it if you kill yourself because of her. It's not much, and she certainly knows that you don't consider being in a long distance relationship with her as being happy, but her posture and closeness make it clear that she prefers that to seeing you sick or hurt.

Maybe her way is indeed the only hope for you to be together because, by God, the world is rougher than you'd like to admit some days.

“I'm... I'm sorry, Machi.” Dejectedly, you lower your head. The soup on your lap suddenly seems like a mirror, showing you how frighteningly naive you've been about this, but Machi takes it with so much diligence that it almost creeps oddly through your body. Your heart skips a beat as she takes your face in both hands and lifts your head, giving you a brief glimpse into those gorgeous blue eyes, before she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, and moments later takes her distance again as if nothing had happened.

“Is it alright...if I get at least a little stronger for you?” Almost indecisively you purse your lips as she sinks back into the chair.

“You should be more careful so you don't get sick again.” A thin smile graces her lips. “The soup's getting cold.”

Far too hastily, you turn back to the bowl, grab the spoon and shovel the first four loads into yourself as you wrinkle your nose in disgust and your throat seems to dry up instantly as your taste buds scream silently for help.

“That's awful!” you spit out. “Where did you get this? It's totally over-salted...”

For a moment she makes no reply before an almost grumbling, “I cooked it,” creeps across Machi's lips and you feel all colour drain from your face in the same instant. A glance in her direction proves that she isn't thrilled with your reaction and you can't help but inwardly smack your forehead.

Sometimes you curse yourself for doing and saying things without much thought. At the same time, you can't help but feel the heat inside.

Machi has made this soup for you.

And even if it is horrible, it will heal you – for sure.

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freckledbodty · 3 years

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Stripping Away The Bloat - The Umibe No Etranger Movie Did The Manga Dirty

I finally got around to watching the movie of Umibe no Etranger - a movie I didn’t know existed based on one of my old favourite BL mangas. And oh boy, does this adaptation reflect a painful trend in manga to anime/movie adaptations overall. Allow me a moment to rant, if you will...

TL;DR: READ THE MANGA BY THE LOVE OF GOD IT’S WONDERFUL. Also the movie is super pretty, but here’s a semi-detailed look at why it still really didn’t do the manga justice. You bet I came with receipts.

A few important notes before you start:

1. Remember this is just my opinion, and I’d love to hear other people’s point of view on the matter, whether you agree or disagree!

2. I am not fluent enough in Japanese to read the original without a translation, so my thoughts on the manga are coming from fan translations, which 100% might have affected how I view this! The anime I’m a little more sure on as I can generally tell when the subtitles have deviated, but that does mean I may have missed something/something was lost in translation that means something I say here is incorrect. I’m very sorry for this, so remember this is my view based on the media types I’ve consumed.

3. Also the manga cuttings I use are not the best quality because of tumblr’s sizing, so even more of a reason to go read the books yourself!

I’m aware I’m very late to this party, but when I saw the other day that this movie had been made, I was horrified that I hadn’t known about it sooner. I read the manga years ago, and adored it - it’s genuinely a sweet and beautifully drawn romance, and I’d highly recommend it to anyone. With that, however, the movie was a huge disappointment to me and I just need to have a moment to gush in a less than positive way.

The Pros:

Let’s get this out of the way, I’d still probably recommend this movie to anyone who likes romance anime-style movies. It’s beautifully animated. Seriously, this movie is stunning, with wonderful expressions, bright colours, and a pretty well suited soundtrack too. The animation tries to match the original art style of the manga, and frankly, I think it captures it perfectly. 10/10. Gorgeous. Watch it just for the prettiness.

I’m also a big fan of any BL/GL adaptations that get a little more into the mainstream. This movie is definitely a huge win in terms of representation, especially when the manga (on the whole) avoided the more negative tropes that the BL/GL genres have historically been known for. (More on that later...) So that’s a win, and I will take it.

The Bloat Cut:

To put it simply, this movie fell into the trap of what I call (in my head) ‘cutting out the bloat’. As a long-time anime and manga fan, who has seen countless adaptations over the years, it’s a common theme that tends to make or break an anime.

‘Cutting out the bloat’ to me means that the adaptors cut out a lot of the ‘smaller’ moments and panels that are seen in a manga. This movie was thankfully very good at following the original plot and took us through the same beats that the manga did (many adaptations don’t bother doing that at all), but they left out a lot of the extra stuff - the aforementioned ‘bloat’.

The bloat isn’t really bloat in that it is pointless, however: the problem is that these little moments and scenes are seen to be pointless by the adaptors. Again, understandable: they have a limited run time, and it’s hard to include every little tiny moment, especially when they are ones that are easily scanned passed. Some bloat cutting is necessary to make an adaptation viable at all, but sometimes, it can be hugely detrimental to the piece. Umibe no Etranger is a key example of this.

Setting:

I watched this movie without rereading the manga, and as such, I was quickly thrown off by how bad the movie was. This was one of my favourite mangas, wasn’t it? Had I really had such terrible taste? (Yes, let’s not go there, but this manga was not one of my high-school bad decisions).

The characters felt strange. Personalities did complete 180s after the time skip and did some questionable things that I couldn’t recall finding issue with when I read the manga. The two main characters felt so hot and cold that it didn’t feel like the story I remembered. Even the pacing felt off and janky at times.

After watching, I went back and reread the manga, and this is where I saw all the ‘bloat’, the little intricate moments and minor panels that were easy to overlook but made the story what it was. Here’s a few of the biggest examples I could find.

Shun:

Oh, Shun. What did they do to you?

Shun’s character was bizarre. In the first 15 minutes of the movie, he was bubbly, friendly, and even bold enough to flirt with Mio. After the time skip, he was sour, cold, and completely withdrawn from the world. I understood Mio’s confusion because after the time jump he was a completely different character.

The manga is often focused on Shun and his inner thoughts, and he’s the one who is hurt the most by the bloat cutting. For starters, he wasn’t as over-the-top friendly at the start of the manga as he was in the anime, and we’re able to see his inner thoughts and worries that cause his reservations from the first few pages we meet him. We also get more hints earlier on as to Shun’s past that explain a lot of his behaviour as a whole, as well as getting little hints as to why he’s even more negative and exhausted after the time jump.

Mio:

The biggest bloat cut out in terms of Mio is the big plot point of the phone call. For context, before leaving for the time skip, Mio promises to call Shun once he’s gotten to his new home. In the movie, this is never really brought up again, focusing on the relationship in the present, but this was a huge point to leave out. I think it was cut out because it was explained in one short scene in the manga, and therefore easily mistaken for bloat.

In the manga, it’s explained that Mio does call, but it’s Eri who answers, and there’s a very important conversation that sets up Mio’s whole character development and explains why he returns to the island set on having a relationship with Shun. Eri warns him that calling Shun, despite knowing that Shun has feelings for him, is cruel and unfair, and tells Mio he shouldn’t contact him unless he’s worked out his feelings. It’s a great scene, and a real shame to leave out when it explains firstly why Mio never called back, and secondly why he is so adamant about his feelings and love for Shun when he does finally return: because he saw Eri’s warning to mean ‘don’t come back unless you are serious’.

Relationship:

In the movie, Mio and Shun didn’t really seem to have a relationship until the drama kicked up and then it quickly seem to disappear again. Shun was extremely held back and reserved, and barely ever seemed to return Mio’s feelings (even in the scenes he was instigating) - he even totally avoided anything resembling physical contact at first.

Compare this to the manga, where there are little hints of their relationship progressing throughout the chapters. For one, Shun is never as cold and blank as he seems in the film, and when he does seem that way, the manga quickly shows a glimpse of his thoughts to explain how he’s exhausted or distracted - without those little bloated thought bubbles, he just seems... a little cruel frankly.

A really good example of this is the beach kiss scene. In the movie, as Mio is about to kiss him, Shun suddenly announces that he’s hungry and avoids the kiss altogether, leaving Mio confused.

In the manga, they actually do kiss - it’s their first kiss, in fact. Shun seems embarrassed and his ‘I’m hungry’ feels like more of a way to distract them both. He explains he’s exhausted (which is fair enough, this is a big thing for him to process on little sleep that his inner thoughts earlier in the chapter already set up) rather than just outright shunning him. (Ha. Shun. shun. Get it?)

A more *noted* bloat they cut out is that Shun and Mio get physical in the manga way earlier than the movie, the touches just not quite being everything Mio wanted. Without those more tender moments, where they actually seem like a couple, it seems like Mio is chasing after Shun desperately, whilst Shun couldn’t care less about him. It detracts from the whole relationship. Below are some examples of the two of them actually seeming like a couple that were cut from the movie, including longing looks from Shun, Shun hugging Mio whilst he’s asleep, and Shun asking to kiss and touch Mio.

The Issue:

Bloat cutting always annoys me, but usually, if it’s not hindering the story, I don’t mind. What bothers me most of all in this movie, is that without these subtle little panels and moments, the relationship between Shun and Mio seems... forced, frankly. In the movie, Shun seems to be the instigator of the flirting, and then after the time skip he acts practically disgusted, avoiding a lot of Mio’s advances, and we don’t get to hear his inner thoughts like we do in the manga to explain why he’s feeling this way.

In the manga, during these ‘bloat’ pieces, Shun is an actual willing participant in the relationship, and Mio isn’t just forcing his advances onto Shun. It’s natural. It’s not flipping between hot and cold, or suddenly ramping up after a big moment of drama, it’s slow and careful and a real relationship.

This would be a bad change in any adaptation, but it’s especially so in this one. Anyone who is a fan of BL specifically is probably aware of the genre’s bad rep historically for having some... questionable consent issues. This manga didn’t have them. The movie? I’m not so sure, and that’s why it’s rubbed me the wrong way. I could spend another 1000 words talking about this issue as a whole, but I’ll leave it there, you get the idea.

Expected? Yes. Okay? Meh.

There’s no real point to this post aside from to complain a little and point out just how much more the source material gives us. Cutting the bloat always happens, and I don’t want it to stop happening per say, that would be impossible, but I’d kill for adaptors to just take a little more time to work out what is unnecessary and cutable bloat, and what is something they should really keep in.

The movie is still cute and beautifully made, so please go watch and see for yourself! Mostly, I’d highly recommend the manga: it’s got the same gorgeous art style, only about 5 chapters long, and the story and relationship is that little bit more firmly built.

I’ll stop ranting now, and I hope this actually made sense? Anyway, congrats on making it all this way.

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heyitmelexie · 3 years

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Confessions

Max Phillips x GN!Reader

Word count: 1406 Warnings: some swear words and indirect mentions of sex Rating: Teen and up (16+)

A/N: Day 14 for @honeymandos December Writing Challenge!

It’s 2.30 am for me right now and this one got a little longer than planned. I will try to continue the missing works tomorrow!

The poem is by Joanna Fuchs and it’s called “Fool For Your Charms”.

Enjoy! :)

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The doorbell rings just as you go to leave your apartment. You know who it is.

Rolling your eyes, you open the door and flash the delivery guy a polite smile before taking the huge, colourful bouquet from his hands. You quickly thank him and close the door again, throwing the bouquet on your counter.

This had started almost twelve months ago. At first it was nice.

A mysterious man sent you beautiful flower arrangements with sweet little notes. Every Monday morning. It had made the start into the week much easier as it put a soft smile on your face.

But now, after almost a year, it was creepy.

You still don’t know who this man is. At first you wondered if it was someone from your workplace. But none of the men ever said anything or made a move that would suggest they were the mysterious man. Only your boss, Max Phillips, consistently flirted with you, trying to get you into his bed. But he wouldn’t do such a sweet thing, he’s just another fuckboy so you didn’t even think him to be the secret admirer once.

So, no one you know and who could know where you live could be this person. It started to scare you.

You don’t pay the flowers any more attention and leave the apartment to go to work.

When you arrive you just flop into your chair next to Tim, not really motivated to sell anything today. You are tired. This mysterious man kept you awake at night, worry clouding your mind.

“You look like shit” Tim says, making you turn your head in his direction.

“I feel like it too” you respond, making him furrow his brows.

“Is everything alright? The bags under your eyes are big enough to help Santa carry his presents around.”

You sigh, rubbing your eyes and shaking your head.

“I think someone stalks me. And I’m scared.”

“Stalks you? Why? What happened?” He looks at you with worried eyes, his usually cheerful expression gone.

“Almost a year ago someone started to send flowers to my apartment. Every Monday morning. I thought it was one of you, but no one made a move or said anything. So no one who can possibly legally know my address could be this person. It has to be a stalker, there’s no other explanation, Tim. And it scares me. What if it’s a killer? Or a weirdo who plans to kidnap me and forces me to marry him?” You sigh, dropping your head onto the desk.

“Have you contacted the police yet?” he asks, to which you respond with shaking your head no.

“It’s just flowers. Nothing threatening. They would tell me they can’t do anything anyway. It would be a waste of time.” He nods, trying to think of another solution.

Little did you know that Max had heard everything you just told Tim. And it would make his heart clench if he had one.

He had never meant to scare you. Romantic gestures are not his area of expertise but he thought this would be nice, even with the little notes and sometimes short poems attached to the flowers. But the fact that it started to scare you and made you think you had a stalker made him feel bad.

He walks over to your desk, deciding to confess to you so you, hopefully, wouldn’t be scared anymore. He should have done this earlier anyway, it has been almost a year.

But Max Phillips was scared.

“Hey Sugar, can I have a word with you in my office, please?” He flashes you a bright smile, making you roll your eyes at yet another one of his unsuccessful attempts to flirt with you.

“Sure” you say, before you get out of your chair and walk to into his office.

He follows you and then locks the door once you’re in. Max even closes the blinds, making you think you might have messed up.

“Did I do anything wrong?” He shakes his head and then gestures for you to sit down in the chair in front of his desk. You do so and he walks around to lean against the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“You don’t have a stalker, Sugar.”

You blink up at him, frowning.

“Wha- How do you-“

“Vampire.” Oh. Right.

“But how can you be so sure it’s not a stalker? It’s definitely not you-“

“It is me. It has always been me” he says, looking anywhere but at you.

“Yeah, sure. Stop fucking around. We both know that’s not true. You’re just saying that so I’d stop worrying because it influences my work.” You huff and get up to leave but he puts a hand on your arm to stop you.

“I’m serious. This is not something I would joke about” he says. You had never seen him this serious and it makes you wonder…

“Prove it then. What was the first bouquet I received?”

He smiles a smile you had never seen on his face before. One that makes the skin around his eyes crinkle slightly. One that actually reaches his eyes. A true smile.

“It was an arrangement of eleven white roses and six red lilies. The note attached said: ‘Every day with you gives me a thrill; All my dreams you richly fulfil. I’m a fool for your charms; You belong in my arms; Love me, please say that you will.’”

You stare at him in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide. He knew about the note. You never said anything about a note. Could it really be...

“You?” Max Phillips, the man who fucks anything that has two legs, sent you flowers for almost a year? And basically confessed his love to you with every bouquet? No fucking way.

Max just nods, then sighs before letting go of your arm.

“I never meant to scare you. I’m… bad at these things. Even before I was turned. I thought this would make you happy and that you’d figure out it was me. I gave you so many hints. The flirting should have been the most obvious…”

He is right, he was very obvious but you never thought it would actually be him. His annoying flirtatious behaviour drowned out the fact that you had always thought he was unbelievably handsome. His aquiline nose, the sharp jaw and those brown eyes that managed to be warm and alive despite him being technically dead.

You look at him, dumbfounded. Unsure how to react to his confession.

“I don’t expect you to love me back. I know I’m… difficult. And I probably messed up really badly…” He sighs, turning away to go and unlock the door.

“Wait” you grab his arm, making him look back at you, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I can’t say I love you, I barely really know you. I tried not to think about you too much, I wanted to keep myself from being hurt. But… yes, the gesture was really sweet. I actually loved to receive these flowers every Monday. Made the day a little better…” You smile slightly at him and see how relieved he is.

“I know I don’t appear to be serious about relationships. And a year ago that was true. But then you stepped into my life and when I saw you it felt like you just turned my whole world upside down. I… want to try. For you. I might live forever but I don’t want to spend eternity in thousands of different bedrooms. My heart doesn’t beat anymore but that doesn’t mean I can exist without being loved…”

“Oh Max…” you whisper, taking his hands into yours and giving him a gentle smile. This is a side of him you would have never thought existed.

“Please give me a chance. I don’t deserve it but I beg you, just one chance. If you still don’t want me after that, then I will leave you alone, I promise” he says, looking at you with such puppy eyes it makes your heart clench.

“Of course” you gently squeeze his hands, making his eyes shoot up at you in surprise and relief.

“Really?” he whispers, a huge smile slowly forming on his face.

“Really” you giggle. His whole face lights up and he flashes you a big grin. But this time it doesn’t annoy you.

“Friday night, 7pm?”

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@absurdthirst @tangledlove27 @kandomeresbitch

#max phillips #max phillips x reader #bloodsucking bastards #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

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dean-winchesters-gardian-angel · 3 years

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The Same Bed - Chapter 2

Word count: 2895

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Friends are there to help each other out, but can they help falling for each other when all the long days they spend together turn into late nights they have and their reliance on each other.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, unhealthy past relationship, slow burn.

A/N: Second chapter has arrived y’all. Read it, enjoy and I’ll see you on the other side. There’s also a tag list, so be sure to tell me if you want in, or don’t I won’t force ya, as well as a masterlist so be sure to check it out. Anyway, as are the latest, Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

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The next week consisted of the same routine. Always in the same bed, always holding hands, with Dean falling asleep first. Tonight, was no different, apart from the bar they decide to hit after a very successful hunt before heading home. An easy salt ’n’ burn which went down without a hitch. Celebratory drinks were purchased and consumed by the Winchesters and their partner. They sat on the stools awaiting their next drinks while Y/N was approached by a man. Not unattractive by any means, well-built and clean. Sam looked over watching the interaction and Dean's behaviour knowing full well he may have to break up a fight if it went too far. Dean watched as Y/N shamelessly flirted with the gentlemen who had now caught her attention. It didn’t take very long for Dean's jealousy to overtake him as he clenched his fist around his beer bottle his posture tall and rigid. Y/N turned to the boys after wishing the stranger a good night.

“Hey guys I’m kind of beat, what’d you say we head home?”

“You turned down Prince Charming?” Trust Dean to make the ridiculous comments.

“Actually no, I told him I’d be more than willing to run away with him and have all his Prince Charming babies in his castle, but he didn’t want to make my boyfriend angry.” Trust Y/N to throw the comment right back at him.

“What boyfriend?” Y/N looked at Dean, a smirk on her face with one eyebrow raised as she pointed at him.

“He said you looked angry and didn’t want to provoke you by talking to me. So, thanks for that.” She started walking towards the exit a smirk on her face as Dean chased her, Sam holding up the tail laughing to himself.

“Don’t blame that on me I didn’t do anything! Oh, excuse me for being precautions and not wanting you to get hurt!” Dean could argue all he wanted but with Sam laughing and Y/N being as nonchalant as she was, he couldn’t get a reaction out of them. After getting home, they all made their way to bed. As always Y/N stayed with Dean, though tonight she couldn’t fall asleep and for good reason. Y/Ns phone had begun vibrating incessantly. She snatched it up swiftly with the aim of leaving Dean to his sleep, and she managed gracefully.

What woke Dean that night was something he would have described as a nightmare, though tonight it happened to be real and not a figment of his sleeping state. Dean opened his eye to see Y/N sitting up leaning against the headboard instead of the bright Y/E/C he was usually greeted with. Her gaze wasn’t on his as he’d hoped it’d be, it was on her phone, and they weren’t happy or refreshed as they ordinarily were, they were lacking in rest and filled with tears coupled with the sorrowful and provoked look on her face. Dean rushed to sit up looking at her, worry painted plain and clear on his face.

“Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?” His gaze had trailed to her phone which she briskly shut off, wiping tears away with her free hand.

“Dean! Sorry, I — Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I was just — I was reading the news.” She had always been a terrible liar.

“The news made you cry?” The disbelief overtook his expression. “Y/N I trusted you with my nightmares, you can trust me with — “ he waved his hand at the phone “whatever this is.”

“I know, I know I just — I want to forget about it…” Deans stare didn’t falter, waiting for her to continue. Y/N caved, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as though she could make it all disappear if she couldn’t see anything.

“I have this ex…” she peered over to Dean who made himself comfortable. She had his full and undivided attention, which she hated. “He’s mad about the breakup.”

“Y/N I’ve known you for ages you haven’t dated anyone in years.”

“Oh, I know…which just makes his advances and accusation all the more aggravating… His name is Carver. Keeps saying I messed up his life, that if I hadn’t shown up, he’d have been better off. Jokes on him I was the better half of that relationship and I can say that. Anyway, um, in short, he’s bombarding me with texts about how I never loved him, about how I played him and he’s accusing me of cheating and not doing enough for him, there’s more but it's all the same pathetic revelations he thinks I need to know about at two am four years after our breakup. I mean we didn’t even date that long to begin with it took me less than two months to figure out what a pig-headed loser he was — is!”

She was angry, hurt by the words directed at her. Regardless of the fact that she knew not to take Carver’s words to heart, she couldn’t help but do just that. Seeing as he had never been good with words, Dean instantly took action, pulling her close, hugging her as she cried her way back to sleep in his arms. Dean slid down in the bed, not once pulling away from Y/Ns body or moving her to her side. Dean found it difficult to keep the butterflies at bay as he focused on her breathing. He fell asleep with his girl on his chest and a smile on his lips.

When Y/N woke she could feel the weight of Dean's warm hand stroke her back and could hear a steady pulsing noise. Funny enough that, she soon identified the noise as Dean's heartbeat seeing as she was still laying on his chest. She moved cautiously unaware of the fact that the man she had fallen asleep on was in fact awake as well.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning, Dean. Listen about last night—“

“It's okay, really, I’m just glad I could be there for you.”

“Thank you.”

“You know, I seem to remember a pizza when you helped me…”

“Really? I don’t.” This was easy, Dean thought, comfortable, with Y/N resting gently against his chest looking up at him, his hand still stroking her back.

“Huh, I could have sworn there was a pizza.”

“Oh, you mean the one you finished off before I could get a chance to taste it. That pizza?”

“If I remember correctly, which I do, it was you who ate it all…before we even got home.”

“Oh, you mean that pizza. I do recall yes.” She smiled at him “And what would you like Dean?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

“Fine but you’re buying, I’m just going with you.” Y/N made her way out of bed to the door.

“That’s hardly fair!” He called out after her, a smile adorning his face. Dean got up and moved to the bathroom stopping at the sink to look himself in the mirror.

“You’re losing this battle and you’re losing it bad. Man, how does she do it.” He brushed his teeth and made his way to the bunker library where Sam was researching, as always, on his laptop, books scattered over the table.

“Morning, Sammy. Y/N and I are going on a supply run, you need anything?” Dean's eyes trained over the opened pages before looking to his brother, eyebrows raised as he awaited his brother's response.

“You two have been spending quite a bit of time together.”

“Is that the title of a book or something you want me to pick up?” Sam watched his brother for a split second before Y/N joined them in the library dressed in black jeans and an equally black tank top, signature hunter flannel overtop.

“Morning, Sammy. Dean and I are going on a supply run. You need anything” The boys abandoned their stare before Sam answered as Dean headed for the door.

“No. Thank you. Oh, actually if you could bring back some cashews that would be great.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem. See you later Sam.” With that Y/N followed Dean to the garage where she was once again faced with the stunning, near mint ’67 impala she had come to love almost as much as the driver. Noticing the smile decorating Y/Ns face he proceeds to say the one sentence, sworn she would never in a million years, come out of Dean's mouth.

“You wanna drive?” Naturally, Y/N was speechless, mouth left agape as Dean held out the keys.

“You’re serious…” Eyes wide she whispered, tiptoeing over to Dean.

“Yeah, I figured it’s about time.” Y/N took the keys in her palm memorizing the weight as though this was the last time she’d ever have the opportunity to touch them, which of course wasn’t true; Dean would always give her the keys to grab things for the trunk. She eased her way into the driver's seat hardly blinking, as not to miss a detail of this experience. Taking a deep breath, her cheeks began to hurt from all the smiling as she started turned the key in the ignition bringing Baby to life.

“Oh, Dean…Oh Baby!” Dean tries his best to hold back his giggles as he watched her watch Baby.

“She likes you”

“She’s not a dog Dean, she a machine.” He could hear the adoration in her voice as she gripped the steering wheel. Y/N proceeded to put the impala in the drive, pulling out of the bunker's garage onto the road in the direction of the grocery store. Dean's eyes lit up and the eruption of laughter coming from next to him. Dean moved to turn on the stereo putting in a Who tape but was interrupted by Y/N.

“Nuh-uh! Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake-hole! Your rules Dean-o. Look in the box, there should be an orange tape.” Taken aback by her dominance, Dean looks through the case of tapes.

“Dean-o? Really? That just sounds so stupid.”

“Well then it’s fitting isn’t it? And I was worried you thought it was cute.”

“Haha…There’s like 17 orange tapes in here you wanna be more specific.”

“It should say ‘the best of Zeppelin’ in black sharpie, my handwriting.” Dean's confusion and surprise grew as he finally reached for the tape described to him.

“Put it in.” Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at the innuendos running through her head though Dean missed it, too consumed by shock at her choice of music as he inserted the tape.

“The first one is my favourite Zeppelin song so no interrupting.” Instantly the aforementioned bands ‘No Quarter’ came on, filling the car with its gentle beginning. As the guitar and drums picked up Y/N smirked and nodded her head to the music.

“Just wait for the bass.” Without delay the instrument picked up, engulfing their mutual ears with something Y/N could only describe as “Better than breathing air.”

She sang the lyrics alongside Robert Plant at a hushed murmur not wanting to miss the words the artist performed. With every beat her fingers tapped on the steering, she consequently plucked at each of Dean's heartstrings. He felt a warm, nearly overwhelming feeling charge through his chest though as soon as he came to notice it, he pushed it down just as fast as it had made its way up.

Y/N still had a smile on her face when they arrived at the grocery store though it took them longer to get there due to the scenic route the drive had taken. She got out of the car happy to have had the experience but nevertheless saddened by the slim chance of ever have it again. Y/N came around the car to Dean's side holding out the keys to him before he looks at her, his face expressing the utmost confusion, sarcastically so, before smiling.

“Nah, you hold onto ‘em sweetheart, how do you expect to drive us home if you don’t have the key.”

With a shriek and a jump before clinging to the Winchesters side in a show of thanks, Y/N displayed to perfection, a child on Christmas morning. Though he hugged back he watched around them, inspecting for judgmental eyes.

“We are in public!” He said.

“Shit! I know.” Dean began their trek to the entrance with Y/N wrapped around his waist, his arm resting on her shoulder.

Dean grabbed a buggy at the entrance pushing it to the produce.

“We gotta grab those, uh…” “Cashews?”

“Yes, those, before we forget.”

“Good idea.”

The store was sparse of customers given that it was the middle of the day in the middle of the week, neither was surprised. Their cart had begun accumulating content as Dean pushed while Y/N rode on the front-facing him.

“Alright, we got the bread, milk, eggs, cashews, bacon,” She looks up to Dean “times two,” he shrugged “snacks for the drive back and movie night,” “all we're missing now is —“

“Y/N?” She didn’t turn to check who had called because she already knew, recognizing the voice that had yelled ta her on multiple occasions only to apologize saying he’d do better. Instead, she looked to Dean who eyebrows had raised in a questioning manner then focusing on the man who had called her name. Y/N hopped off the buggy slowly to be faced with the one that still managed to ruin her sleep all these years later. Dean promptly made his way to her side reassuring her with a hand on her lower back.

“Carver— Hi.” Dean jaw visibly clicked at the mention of his title, finally putting a face to the name.

“What are the chances!” How dare he text her those things the night before only to act as though nothing happened. Dean was furious, he could feel his anger roll through him as he clenched and released his fist doing his best no to make a scene.

“Yeah…” She breathed out in shock. Not a word was spoken as they watched the ex standing in front of them.

“Can we talk?”

“No. I’m busy.”

“It’ll only take a second.” He looked to Dean, who had taken a protective stance next to her, standing up straight and tall, shoulders back, chin tilted up slightly, a blank expression on his face.

“Just say it then.”

“I was hoping I could speak with you alone.”

“No.” This time Dean was the one to respond to Carver’s request.

“I wasn’t really askin’ you, buddy.”

“He’s staying Carver. Just — say whatever you have to say, will you.” It took him a moment as he held Dean's stare before moving his gaze to Y/N.

“I wanted to apologize for last night…you know… the—“ He gestured using his head glancing at Dean momentarily.

“You mean the utterly untruthful and pitiful text you sent to me accusing me of things I never did.” Carver’s face went red looking to Dean. “He knows.” The Winchester found it amusing that her ex was intimidated by him with only a stare.

“Right, well, I just wanted to apologize. I was drunk and didn’t mean any of it.” Carver moved his hand to the back of his neck before continuing. “I guess I was just missing you.”

“That’s because I took on all the responsibilities when we were together, Carver. You did nothing. And you know what they say, ‘drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts.’”

Dean now had a proud smile on his face as his hand slid from her back to rest on her shoulder. Carver didn’t know what to say to that. He couldn’t argue with her, not that he’d want to, considering the towering man next to her. Carver examined the couple, taking in their comfort around each other. Y/N was unconsciously leaning into Dean, taking comfort in his close proximity.

“You guys dating.” Carver finally asked. Y/N didn’t even get a chance to process the question let alone think of a response before Dean spoke up.

“Well, we’re certainly not just sleeping together. Not that it’s any of your business.” Y/N smirked at his comment, understanding the inside joke that they were in fact just sleeping together in the most literal sense possible, though Carver took the smile as a sign of confirmation. Neither argued his assumption nor clarified, both enjoying the uncomfortable atmosphere around Carver.

“It was good to see you Y/N.”

“It was wasn’t it.” She commented as Carver walked his way to the check-out line. Dean leaned down kissing the crown of her head.

“What. An asshole.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Right, now that that’s over,” He made a face of disgust as he shivered his shoulder to reinforce his implications. “where were we?” He smiled at her.

“Pie, Dean, we were at the pie. My ‘thank you’ for dealing with that.” She pointed in Carver’s general direction.

“Awesome, so worth it.” Dean's grin grew as he spotted the variations of baked goods.

As they drove back, Dean gave her permission to take the longest way home if she felt so inclined, which, needless the say, she did.

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Chapter 3

Tag List: @just-someone-difficult @mila-dans @akshi8278 @bargedog @valhallavxlkyrie

Series Tags: @wellfuckmyexistence @lovememisha @laycblack @redbarn1995

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Willing ︱Yandere Dabi x f!Reader

@riarora asked: “Could you do yandere Dabi x reader where the reader is one of those people who reads yandere fanfic and knows almost everything, including how to get out, but she doesn’t want to, cause it’s weirdly her dream?”

a/n: ahh yes some good ol’ self awareness. thanks for the request bby, i really liked writing this!

warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping, suggestive themes

(2.5k words)

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It wasn’t hard to tell where Dabi’s intentions lied.

You’d spent more than enough time indulging yourself in mindless scrolling, reading piece after piece pertaining to a certain genre. One that in reality wasn’t the healthiest, but my god was it ever alluring.

Maybe you were lonely, or just apathetic to the red flags that this behaviour presented. Either way, the developing relationship you had with the man was one that you were all too familiar with.

At first it wasn’t obvious―you disregarded his actions as him shamelessly flirting. Dabi had a habit of pushing your buttons, getting you flustered and squirming under his gaze. You could tell he was enjoying himself, seeing what his words did to you.

Once he got bored of the verbal sentiments it moved on to something much more physical. An arm lazily draped around your shoulder, a grip on your chin forcing you to look at him when you turned away in embarrassment. He seemed to enjoy the temporary fear he placed in you when he came up behind you only to wrap his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you firmly into his chest. Every time he did it took you a moment to register the guilty party, but one glance down at the semi-scarred arms and you knew exactly who had scooped you up. If that wasn’t enough, the hot breath against the shell of your ear as he greeted you would do the trick.

If you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed it was just his personality. The teasing nicknames and lingering stares could be seen as endearing for the most part.

It was when certain attributes bled into the relationship were you able to pick up on the motivation behind his mannerisms.

He had a temper―that much was obvious.

It was never a problem until you idly mentioned in passing conversation that you were saving up money to move away for college. He just...stopped. You thought he didn’t hear you, but not a moment later and he was laughing at you.

“The fuck do you need college for doll? You know that shit is a fucking scam.”

To be fair you never thought he’d have such a strong opinion. As far as you knew you were just some side chick he’d like to mess with when he was bored.

“Well I can’t just keep a dead end job forever. I’d like to move on eventually―meet new people, make better money, y’know…”

The two of you were at his apartment, your back turned to him as you made something to drink in the kitchen. You jumped slightly as one arm wrapped around your waist, the other coming to rest atop the counter in front to you.

His frame leaned into yours, your hip bones digging into the countertop. “What, so you’re just gonna abandon me for some shitty frat boys and student debt?”

The idea almost made you laugh. He was partly correct―the piling debt wouldn’t be fun, but you would have to deal with it just like every other student. As for the college hookups, well it wasn’t something you had actually thought about. You were feeling bold tonight, thinking that perhaps he should get a taste of his own teasing medicine. “Aw, you're not jealous of a few college goers, are you Dabi?”

The hand that was placed on the countertop came to drift towards your face, moving a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. “No need to be jealous of people who I know I’m better than sweets. Just worried about a pretty little thing like you getting hurt is all.”

You smiled at his concern, “I’m sure I can fend for myself, thank you very much.”

The grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly. “Can you though?”

“I don’t―”

“You can barely fucking handle when I mess with you.”

You turned around at the statement, slightly offended, coming face to face with his cold scowl. “Well maybe they won’t be as rude to me.”

At that Dabi’s lips formed into a smirk. “Oh, you think I’m being rude? You’ve got no idea what those little shits might get up to.”

His gaze was piercing, something you could never look at for a long time. You dropped your head slightly and averted your eyes to something else in the room to distract you. “I’ll never know if I don’t go, not like there’s much holding me back here anyways.”

The sudden feeling of Dabi gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger was momentarily jarring. It forced you to look up at his as he spoke, his other arm still pulling you close into his chest. “So you’re gonna let a bunch of strangers put their filthy little hands all over you? Not sure I like the sound of that princess.”

The closeness flooded your senses with the smell of smoke and cologne. You tried to put some distance between the two of you, but the counter was still pressed firmly into your back leaving no room for escape. “I’m not saying that―I just don’t see myself having a future here. I’ve gotta move on eventually.”

He gave a laugh in response, but it was closer to an exasperated huff. “Nah, fuck that. College is a waste of time, and I’m all the goddamn company you need if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“Listen, as boring as sitting through lectures sounds, I'll take it over my lame ass job any day. And no offence but you do tend to give me headaches with all the shit you put me through.” You made an attempt to move out of his grasp, but you were only met with him pushing you back into the counter quite roughly.

“You’re not going to fucking college.” He was still smirking, but the look in his eyes that was normally vibrant seemed...empty.

Well this wasn’t the turn of events you were expecting.

You liked to think you were a strong person, but his persistence in the matter was unnerving to say the least. “That’s not your decision to make.”

He laughed at your attempt to sound confident, “I can do whatever the fuck I want princess.”

His cocky attitude could almost make you scoff, if it weren’t for the subtle feeling that maybe, just maybe you shouldn’t push him.

...But where’s the fun in that?

“Whatever, I’m sure you can find someone else to annoy.” You turned back around to keep working on the abandoned drink, leaving him to settle his hands on your waist.

“There is nobody else.”

That made you feel a little better, having assumed he only kept you around for entertainment purposes before moving on to something―someone―more serious. But at the same time it was concerning―what was so special about you to him? “Well that’s too bad, I’m not staying here because some asshole is lonely.”

Dabi appeared to be amused with your attitude, hearing the low chuckle from behind you. He went back to having his arms wrapped around you from behind, leaning the side of his head up against yours.. “Aw, you sure dollface? I’ve heard I can be very convincing, bet I could get you to stay somehow.”

You shook your head at his response, “Doubt it. You’d have to do something pretty big to keep me here.”

“Well, I do have my ways sweetheart. Just not so sure you’d agree with what I have in mind.”

Threatening, but not explicit.

“That’s comforting.” This time when you moved to escape his grasp he let you, drink in hand while heading towards the living room couch. You settled on to the worn out cushions, sending Dabi a glare as he used your lap as a footrest when he draped his body across the free expanse of the seating.

Without another word on the subject he chose a movie, letting the room fall into a peaceful absence of conversation.

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It was only in your nature to reflect on that encounter with the scarred man, given your expanse of knowledge in regards to the certain kind of behaviour he briefly held.

To be honest it was the first time he showed any real commitment to your questionable relationship. The first time he made it clear that you were his sole focus.

It was nice, but you couldn’t help but pick up on the red flags.

He was a villain. An extremely powerful one at that. He’d mercilessly slaughtered countless people―surely that had some effect on his psyche? If there was any evidence for that, it was this. Nobody with his history just implies something so vaguely ominous without being serious.

But you would never know how serious he was if you didn’t do a little more prodding on the subject.

Just to be on the safe side, you didn’t tempt him with anything that’d make him specifically pissed over one person. If he truly was the person you thought, then you’d have to avoid being the reason he killed someone.

Instead, you took the passive route.

By now you’d given him your phone number, or rather he forced you, saying he would stop teasing you if you did so. Of course he didn’t stop, but that was behind you now.

After that night he seemed a little more...insistent. Usually Dabi wasn’t very talkative, but now he’d taken a liking to keeping up with you through text.

Sometimes it was just idle conversation, but it always had something to do with what you were doing: where you were, who you were with. The talks were still short, but he made the point to ask nonetheless. It gave you the perfect opportunity to push his buttons.

You wouldn’t answer him right away, or you’d be vague with your responses to his interrogative questions. The endeavour to irritate him did little at first, but the more you persisted, the more he got attached to you, the demanding side of his personality started to bleed into your life.

He’d get angry with you for ignoring him. Dabi wouldn’t obsessively spam you with texts―no, he preferred the few he did send to simply disturb you into replying. Warning you that this wouldn’t end well for you. That he knew you were ignoring him. That he’d make you regret acting so stuck up.

Should you have heeded these blatant warning signs? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Yet as time passed and he only got worse, the more you wanted to see just how far he’d be willing to go.

In hindsight, the idea wasn’t the best. You really were going to move away for college, start a new life, maybe meet that special someone.

But Dabi had other plans.

As much as you thought you were being delicate with his temper, his destructive practices proved that everything you had done to avoid violence was in vain.

You should have seen it coming.

He could’ve killed you―should’ve killed you―but he knew this was what he needed. You were what he needed. And the prospect of watching you slip out of his grasp wasn’t something he was ready for. But you were ready for it, and that was the problem.

So Dabi smoked you out of the only place you could call home, along with destroying anything that’d keep you living with any semblance of independence.

The putrid smell of burning materials and, what you prayed wasn’t searing flesh, was the first to hit your senses. You were awake at the ungodly nightly hour the menace chose to send your apartment complex up in flames. If it weren’t for that you were convinced you would have perished in the fire. But Dabi probably planned for that, much like he probably planned for you to be forced out of the only exit that wasn’t being slowly cremated.

Out of the back exit and right into his arms, all the while you were still choking on the air that was riddled with deadly smoke just a few seconds ago. But he didn’t care, not when he had to stifle your screams with his hand, his other arm wrapped around your lower half, pulling you away from the complex where emergency first responders wouldn’t find you.

He let you look at the building that was gradually succumbing to the devastating effects of his quirk. You knew why he was doing it, but it still scared you.

“You see baby, this is what happens when you don’t listen to me. Take a good look at it, cause you’re never fucking comin’ back here again.” His voice was devoid of empathy, but why would he care in the first place? If anything, he was having fun with the matter.

It was your fault, you’d forced his hand. He wanted to be patient with you. Let you come to him.

But no, you had to piss him off. You deserved this for how much you put him through.

Maybe it was the lingering effects of the smoke that was making you lightheaded. Or perhaps the constricting feeling of Dabi’s arm wrapped around your throat. Realistically, it didn’t matter which was the final nail in your coffin. Soon enough you were passed out, body limp and defenceless in his arms to do whatever he pleased.

And so, when you finally came to, your predicament did not come as a surprise.

A chain wrapped around your ankle, secured firmly into the floor. You laid haphazardly on a bed in what you already knew to be Dabi’s old, fairly run down apartment.

He didn’t bother to wait for you to wake up, just leave you alone in the cold room to figure out what had happened.

But you were very aware of the situation.

This is what you wanted, right?

You pushed him. And now he was pushing back.

Out of pure instinct you gravitated towards yanking at the chains, doing anything to loosen them. Only after a few minutes of doing so you remembered just how you’d done your hair that day. Nothing special, but adorned with a few bobby pins.

And yet, when you removed one to pick at the lock, you stopped. Out of curiosity you taught yourself how to use the makeshift key to open such a device, but what was the point?

He’d only track you down if you got out. And judging by his character he wouldn’t be against some less than comfortable forms of punishment. It was clear that he wouldn’t hesitate to burn down anyone or anything in his way either.

And when you spent so much time tempting him to do exactly this, why would you ruin it?

It wasn’t healthy, but it proved how much you meant to him. In an equally disturbing and endearing way, he cared about you. More than anyone else had cared about you before. College plans be damned, you could settle for this at least for the time being.

So you put the pins back in your hair, laying back against the firm mattress.

You didn’t entirely know what Dabi had in store for you, but that made it only the more intoxicating.

Eventually you heard the telltale heavy footsteps approaching the locked bedroom door.

You should’ve been scared. You should’ve been fighting tooth and nail to escape your bindings. But as the sound got louder, and the locks on the door shifted open, you could only think of one thing.

It was dangerous, but you still wanted to know the extent of his pent up desires. And subsequently, how you had to play your cards to reveal these traits without getting yourself or anyone else killed.

But no matter what happened, you wanted this.

#yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere mha #yandere

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robin-the-enby · 3 years

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Hey! I love your matchups and I really want one with on the black butler characters.

I am ISTJ and even though I was born in America I come from a Mexican family. So I am fluent in Spanish and English. Along side of Mandarin Chinese (still learning) and Japanese (still learning)

Appearance wise, I have olive skin, long wavy/curly hair that reaches my tailbone (i like putting it in side braid). I also have long bangs that quite often fall over my glasses. And just too lazy to move them. I also have dimples when I smile. I will bite anyone who try poke them.

Personality: I can get hard to know at first because I have trust issues (my heart has been broken okay) . Not too mention people don't try to get know me because of my major Resting Bitch Face. They think I am judging them or that I am scary. But I am not... I am attentive so I will stand up for myself and anyones else. I am patient. Also, after you get to know me you will realize I am a chaotic crackhead with a melodramatic persona. Like "your star is here!" "The stage is calling for me. Move out of my way" "the spotlight is on me so could you move you crusty face?" I like to tease and flirt with the people I am close to. I zone out or daydream a lot. And in the worst times. It could be a serious meeting and I am chuckling because of something in my head. Which have scared people. It could be during a conversation and I will stop listening. But I will always feel bad and apologize.

I also like to scare people. Like tell them the unsolved cases or horrific cases that I know (I love unsolved cases) . This is also why my little siblings hate me. Turns out talking kids murder cases and disapperinv cases was not appropriate for bed time story... woops.....

I like to pop out of nowhere and either flick or playfully punch my friends and say boo. I do accidentally roast people. I don't think before I say things. And don't realize until hours or days later. And I am like "shit"

I am sarcastic and that has gotten me in trouble before. My friend asked for my advice and I didn't know she was being serious. So I gave her a sarcastic advice and she came back to me mad. I was like "shit you believed me?"

Likes/hobbies: i like my anatomy class and I like to read, write, meditate (because I get stressed a lot). I really like to dance and listen to music. Which my music taste is everywhere: Kpop, classical music, jazz, jpop, Spanish songs, rock, metal. Every music genre except for country. I like to play the violin.

My passion lies in the arts and crafts. I would like to do illustration and photography. More specifically street fashion photography and and event photography. Like weddings and funerals. Yes funeral photography does exist and I will like to do it. Since it is also special event. I draw a lot of portraits and landscapes. I have been told that my art is either scary or mysterious. Though I can get a little caught up with my passion. I practice to get better with no rest.

Flaws/toxic traits: I am not empathetic or sympathetic. People always thought I didn't care about my friend's issues. I do i just don't understand them. My compassion does make up for this and will give advice. My other flaw, is the high walls I build to protect myself. I am there for other people. But people were never there for me. People have manupliated me and that cause me trust issues. I don't know how to handle negative emotions like depression, anxiety, self doubt, procrastination. So I just isolate myself in these moods. They really take a toll on me and make me think I can't do my passions. I am afraid of commitment because of toxic relationships i had before.

Love language: I am not obvious with affection. (Because no one ever gave me it). I show it through my teasing and flirting. My love language is however Act of Service. I will help my s/o with anything they need. Chores, work, advice, etc. Sort of the mom of my friend group. But a Savage mom as I have been told. "Stop crying, here I made you a cookie" "do I need to hurt someone" "don't worry I can get coffin with a lock in it". I am also an aggressive supporter. Like "No YOU are beautiful. YOU are gorgeous!" (This happened when someone gives me affection and time try to turn the attention to them as way to hide my fluster)

I will call my s/o like "stupid" "idiot" but in a endearing way. Okay. Occasionally I will use "beloved" and "Cariño/cariña"

I am not good receiving verbal affection or physical affection. I was never given affection so I am not used to it. I will start blushing and stop working. I will also probably say "idiot" or turn the attention to them like "no.. u" but I think fails because I am terrible at hiding my blush. I get easily flustered with affection okay. But I won't ever admit that I like it. Though it is obvious.

Sexuality: i am bisexual so it doesn't matter what gender I am paired up with.

Funt fact i guess?: I love small plants, plushies, and banana milk. Like I have hundreds of different kinds of plants and they each have their own name. Like GGmo, Lily, Melody, Edward. I love Banana milk as I said. I drink it every evening. It always get me happy so when I am sad or had a bad day. I drink banana milk and I am happy. It is also to make up for my coffee addiction. I am addicted to coffee. My friends said no coffee and I was like fine banana milk then :)

This is getting long now... bye.

I'm glad that you like my matchups, I'm trying my best tbh😅 I match you with:

Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian is very curious in nature, so he definitely wants to know what you're really like, not the front you put on.

He's also very charming when he wants to, he makes it very easy to open up to him and get comfortable around him.

Sure, he, as a demon, doesn't really care much for humans, so when he doesn't have to play the polite, kind butler, he probably has a RBF as well, however, I think that changes when he's interacting with someone he loves.

His sweet words may have been a mask at first, so he could see the real you, but the closer you two become, the more he means every word of praise, encouragment or comfort he utters.

He would most certainly be amused by your crackhead self once you do get comfortable around him, but it's not really his vibe. He wouldn't scold you for being loud, brash or inapropriate, like he does the other servants.

If he's in a really good mood or when the situation calls for it, he can be dramatic as well. Sometimes he'd do it just to get on Ciel's nerves XD

One big pro of being with Sebastian is that he lets you off the hook a lot. If he was talking to anyone else and they'd space out, oh honey, he would stare them down so hard, it's sending chills down my spine just thinking about it. But if it's you it's like a complete 180, Sebastian can't possibly be mad at you, everyone spaces out sometimes, those things just happen.

The other servants make sure to be on your good side so that you could intercede with him on their behalf.

You can't scare him with your true crime stories, but you sure as hell can scare the others. And you can bet your ass Seb's gonna help! The plan is: You tell the story and then he's gonna pop up out of nowhere behind them, giving them mini heart attacks.

If you try to scare him though, you'll need to be on guard 24/7 until he gets you in return. And even if your on guard all the time, he finds a way to scare the life out of you.

Your humor is practically the same, I mean, Sebastian is great at off handed remarks/roasts and sarcastic comments that you have to look for to really see them. You two could be talking shit about anyone and everybody would be like "Oh yeah, normal conversation, yes"

Sebastian would love to dance with you. And trust me when I say this, he is good at any type of dance. If you two are ever at a ball, prepare your feet, because he's not gonna let go of you the whole night (unless his master is in danger of course).

He would be your #1 supporter, he'd go with you out to take photos, and if you asked him to look at some, he'd take a good long look at each and every one of them and describe in detail how he feels about them. Also would go to any art shows you'd host if it came to it.

When it comes to sympathy and empathy, Sebastian also has a hard time showing these feelings. He's been alive for far longer than any human on Earth and he's a demon. He's never had any of the problems humans have, so naturally he doesn't kniw what it feels like to have them. Plus, before you came into his life, he didn't care much for them either.

However, he's gonna be there for you whenever you need him, emotionally or practically, even though he doesn't get your feelings.

You both have walls put up, you because of bad past experiences, him because as a demon, he has major issues with being vulnerable in any way. And I'm not talking just emotionally here, but demons are almost undestroyable, yet they have very few weaknesses that they just need to hide away.

It's rare Sebastian has a problem, but even if he had, you wouldn't know, because he thinks you, as a human, wouldn't understand and so he won't burden your mind with it. However, he's very perceptive and so if your behaviour changes, be it due to anxiety or a depressive episode, he'll know.

Now, he's not the type of person to try and break down your walls by force, but in situstions like these, where he's not sure how to help, you gotta talk to him and he won't leave you alone until you tell him how he can help.

He's not above carrying you around and doing everything for you until you're embarassed enough to tell him

He is very appreciative of your help around, since the other servants are good at everything but what they're supposed to do.

You with your tough love and Sebastian with his teeth rotting compliments and affection, it'd be honestly really funny to watch. He adores how you show affection, because it's different from most people he's known. But on the other hand, you can't expect him not to spoil you afte all the hard work you do every day?

He would really shower you in love and affection, because you deserve it and because it makes you flustered XD

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler matchups #matchups #requests open #black butler x reader #black butler x y/n #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis x y/n

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another-lottie-simp · 3 years

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Hello! I'm going to post a series of crossover headcanons regarding LITG. That means picking one islander and placing it in another season. I'm accepting requests if anyone is interested to see their favourite islander in another season. The first one will be Talia. This post is dedicated to the awesome @bubblybabynailpolish and her awesome headcanons. Next one will Henrik in S1 babes <3

PD: I got carried a little but please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you see something that is phrased weirdly, just let me know.

Talia in S2:

If Talia was part of S2, I do think she would arrive on the 5th day along with Lurik. I can picture her being civil to Lucas because she’s not very much into his poshness and his attitude at all but she feels that she has no reason to be really mean to him, they just don’t have much in common but they would respect each other.

On the other hand, I see her having a platonic friendship with Henrik and even coupling up with him as friends if she doesn’t fancies anyone back in the Villa. If he’s the returning Lurik or he manages to make it to the final recoupling after CA after being rejected by MC and if she’s not in her route. He's just one of her closest friends in the Villa, there’s nothing sexual or romantic between them.

After MC and Priya, I feel that Talia is tied with Hope as one of the most attractive females in the Villa, which leads to certain “unwanted male attention” in her words, especially from Rocco which is a source of arguments and drama between her, Marisol and Lottie. Talia may be nice, chill and hating drama just like in S1, but she’s not going to be a doormat and will take no shit about Lottie’s rants about Girl Code or Marisol’s psychoanalysis. Much less she’s going to tolerate Rocco trying to graft on her.

She agrees with the idea of the girl code, but thinks that Lottie executed her ideas poorly. Talia sees the good intentions in Lottie's idea of Girl Code but thinks that they could work better if she were less abrasive in her interactions with the other girls.

Regarding the rest of the boys and assuming she had seen certain events on telly like the kiss between Lottie and Gary or Rocco trying to graft with the rest of the girls behind Lottie/MC’s back, she would be cautious of both Rocco and Gary. I can see her vibing a lot with Bobby and even coupling up as friends if he’s not coupled with MC because of the jokes and the banter. Before ON, their friendship would be much like hers with Tim in S1. I don’t see her interacting much with Rahim because they have little in common and she's going to be straight up annoyed with him during the girls day drama later.

During the Most Dateable challenge, she’d be super happy to help Henrik and give him advice on how to apply lipstick correctly or help him to pick the color of the lipstick he’s going to wear. I can also see her helping Bobby to put on Priya's dress.

After Henrik (and Bobby before ON), I feel like she would love to hang out with Noah in the Villa, much to Hope’s chagrin because she will feel threatened by her beauty and her warm, approachable personality and they will clash for that. Talia and Noah would be talking a lot about their tastes in books and music while he braids her hair first but later about their experiences in the Villa and more serious chats. To Talia, her hair is something she cares a lot, but she would trust it only to Noah (and later to MC).

She certainly would not be a fan of his behaviour towards Hope and Priya/MC during the aftermath of ON but she wouldn’t judge him that harshly. Instead, she would offer him her honest opinion if he asks her. I don’t see her pursuing a romantic relationship with Noah for the same reasons she didn’t work with Jake in S1 as a couple but I can see her having an innocent, healthy male-female friendship with him, like hers with Jake in S1.

As for the girls, she has a crush on MC and they flirt a lot prior to CA if MC acknowledges that she’s bi in the beginning of the game. If MC is romantically interested in her, they would be able to couple up after CA, game wise.

If MC is straight or not really interested in Talia romantically, I can’t picture Talia going for Elisa because I feel like she is too high maintenance and extra for her and I don’t think she would have vibed much with Marisol either because she’s very calculating and unnecessarily childish for her liking after noticing that she's with Graham to try to make MC jealous. Instead, I can see Lottie secretly having a crush on Talia despite being openly mean to her when they first met when she was coupled up with Rocco.

Regarding the other girls, she would vibe the most with MC, Priya and Lottie after Roccogate drama ends, but like I said before not much with Hope and Marisol. This is something that really pains me to say, but I think she would be pretty much indifferent to Chelsea because they don't have much in common. Yeah, she might find Chelsea genuinely funny sometimes after the Ministry of Sound Party drama ends but they wouldn't be that close like she is with MC, Priya or Lottie.

She'd made sure that Bobby actually faced consequences after ON, because she never approved it when Bobby and Priya approached her to see if she was up to try to turn Noah’s head. She refuses quite offended, because her friendship with Noah is more important to her than some petty drama. Even if Priya is upset after Talia refuses to take part in ON, she understands why she refused. This will be the first source of drama between Bobby and Talia.

Like I said before, they'd be closer because I headcanon that Talia has literally the same ethnicity of Bobby (white British/Jamaican) and they would share a lot of things in common about Jamaican culture, besides she would also enjoy Bobby’s dumb jokes.

But that doesn't mean she would be pleased all the time with his behaviour. Bobby's attitude after ON is something she's not going to tolerate and she won’t hesitate to call out him especially if she's aware that he played a big part in ON, after he starts to play fool in the Ministry of Sound Party and later playing peacemaker with Marisol while Priya/MC is enduring the shitstorm alone during the aftermath of ON.

She's 👏🏾 not 👏🏾 here 👏🏾 for 👏🏾 the 👏🏾 peacemaking 👏🏾 bullshit 👏🏾. After Priya leaves the Villa, she pretty much ignores Bobby unless is really necessary to talk to him. Bobby’s part in Priya's dumping was the final straw between Bobby and Talia.

I think she would be closer to Priya because she'd appreciate Talia's carefree and non-judgemental personality. As for Lottie, they'd be closer after the Roccogate drama ends but they would start their friendship after she stands up for Lottie by calling out Gary for kissing her after Hannah left the Villa the same night when Chelsea entered the Villa throwing shade to Lottie.

From Hope, she would be quite disgusted with her behaviour after trying to put all the blame against MC/Priya after ON. She might understand why Hope is legitimately upset but she won’t allow her to insult only Priya/MC for making a pass/kissing Noah while ignoring Bobby’s part during ON.

At CA, the only guy that she remotely likes is Kassam after finding Elijah, Felix and Arjun annoying and not vibing much with Carl and Graham. She might find him interesting, but not enough to take him back to the Villa. If MC is in her route, she might acknowledge her crush on Talia during the CA days which is a source of more drama with Marisol, because she's going to be jealous of Talia.

During the girls day, she would try to reason with Shannon that Jo is not the only responsible for the kiss with Ibrahim, not because she likes Jo (in fact, she’s not a big fan of her attitude), it is mostly because she wants to have quality time with MC (or Lottie) without drama enjoying the beach and the drinks. Since her efforts trying to reason with Shannon are futile, she might sneak with MC or Lottie to the beach. She won’t be here for petty drama that doesn’t affect her directly.

When the baby challenge happened, Talia is an utter mess because she’s not used to taking care of babies and she’s quite creeped by the fake baby, but she would attempt to help MC to take care of it.

If Lottie gets dumped before the finale, our Aussie witch lady might regret not making a move on Talia if MC is not in her route. She mostly regrets it because due to her stubbornness trying to pursue something with Gary that she realizes now is not going to last much. She kinda regrets ignoring her feelings for her all this time, also for her fear of being rejected. When MC is not in her route their story is a literal enemies to friends to lovers but if MC is coupled with Talia, Lottie will back off and keep her feelings to herself. If Bobby is dumped before the finale, he might apologize properly to both MC and Talia for what he did in ON.

She makes it to finals but depending on who is coupled up with her, she might win with MC or end in third place if she coupled up with anyone else, she loses to MC and her LI if she didn't cheated with Elisa/RLurik and Nope who ends in second place.

Finally, overall I feel like she would vibe a lot with lighthearted guys who are not afraid to do silly things much like in S1 (in a friendly way) and guys that are being comfortable with their masculinity, but that doesn’t mean that she won’t call out things that are utter bullshit to her like Bobby’s involvement in ON. Talia is usually quite easy to talk, fair and she was hands down the kindest female character in S1, that was the main reason why I can picture her being closer to characters like Lottie, Priya or Noah, because she wouldn’t judge them of the things they do or if they want to talk to her something private, however, if they ask her opinion she will very blunt and she will stand for what she thinks is the correct thing to do.

As a LI, she would be super supportive of MC if she doesn’t want to be involved in petty drama or if the Villa is forcing her to be a people pleaser and she doesn't want to be. Also, if Talia sees that someone is giving MC shit for any reason, she will stand up for her. In this regard, she wouldn’t be far different than Lucas but overall she would be a very chill LI like Henrik because she would trust a lot in MC unless she cheats on her before the final recoupling.

That's it for know. Like I said I'm gonna post a series of crossover headcanons and requests are open!

#LITG #LITG S2 #LITG S1 #LITG Talia #LITG Crossovers #LITG Headcanons #Talia x MC #LITG Talia headcanons #I had so much fun with this!#requests open #LITG S1 x LITG S2 crossover

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dacreshoney · 4 years

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chapter 2 things in common

chapter 2 of my new stranger things/billy Hargrove x reader series

summary: The new kid on the block billy Hargrove, the two baddest kids in Hawkins catch each other eyes, billy realises he might not want to just f**** and chuck Y/N and some serious tension between the two

warnings: flirting/smut, swearing and actions some people may not agree with - mentions of abuse and drugs

Drink driving - do not do

(I do not condone any behaviours)

read to find out more

(sorry to skip a few) a few weeks into the story - you and billy had started to get to know each other a little more, both of you didn't really want a relationship, well that's what you told yourselves anyway. You and Harrington had made up after your summer fling, you both decided you were better as friends after he had told you about him getting closer to one of the kids in your neighbourhood you babysat, dustin - demegorg story (will go into detail in a few chapters later)

You and billy had made your way to some cliffs in Hawkins and made yourselves comfy in Billys camaro watching over the cliffs as the sun sets, you had been talking for hours and hours. The past few weeks billy has been your getaway when things got rough and him to you, with neither of you really going into detail about what, you just clicked together like a missing puzzle piece.

after a few hours you set off back to your house and billy spoke:

“ I like you, first girl in this sh** hole that hasn't fell at my feet or will do or say anything to please me” billy uttered to you as he placed one arm over the chair behind your head.

“that sure of yourself hey Hargrove?” you laughed as you pulled up outside your house and looked into his eyes, you noticed your dad had just arrived back to the house in his sheriffs car, you tried your best to avoid eye contact with him. you hadn't gone into much detail about who your dad was or what he did, didn't want to scare the poor boy off.

“dads the sheriff huh? best stay clear then” billy laughed as he removed his arm from the back of the chair.

“the sh*****t one going, so you don't need to worry a pretty hair on your head” I claimed

Billy looked at you a little concerned to the tone of how you spoke about your dad and asked “not so keen on your old man I've gathered?”

before you knew it, words just started to blurt out, you felt comfortable with billy and you had an inkling he would have a very similar response.

“to be honest, he's not much of a great old man, really needs to search the word dad up in the dictionary”

Billy looked a little confused at first, but could link two and two when it came to dysfunctional relationships and he spoke gently “you know, I know what you mean with the not so good on the daddy department, but you know Y/N if you ever need anything, my blue little Camaro is only a block away”

You giggled at billy, he always knew what to say to make you drift out of those depressing episodes, you lent over and gave him a peck, your lips touching slightly, you both had craved just that little bit of touch for a few weeks, but you'd never want to admit it. You both just looked dat each other, taking it no further and you replied:

“ thanks billy, you know I really do appreciate it, not so mr tough guy after all huh?” you smiled as you stepped out the car giving billy a quick wave as you headed towards your house.

You entered your house to then be bombarded with questions and a drunk dad raising his hand to the right of your head, slamming the door shut, he shouted

“ who the f**k was that you little sl*t”

“ nn.. no.. no one dad” you said whimpering as you tried to move away, he pushed you against the door and held you by the throat and shouting again, spitting in your face;

“don't you lie to me you wh**e, I saw you with that piece of trash from round the block, you know I've had one or two complaints from his house, I should of known you'd be involved with him, huh so what is it? hmm..” he pressed on to you, getting right into your face as you had tears coming to your eyes, you had officially had enough of the sh**, your dad continued to hound you “ ANSWER ME you cu*t” he shouted one more time, breaking his glass bottle and catching your arm with it, trying to teach your a lesson, your neck has started to bruise a little from the pressure of his hands. Then that was it, it just released, you scream in which it pushed him back into the sofa, like a wave of Ange and power forcing him off you, and screamed “ I said, get the hell off me” ..

you ran to your room, locking the for behind you, you went to your wardrobe , finding anything you could to put in a bag and on, you couldn't stay there any longer than you had to. You fixed yourself up, tried to hide the bruising and cuts but you were chugging down the vodka you had in your room so you really couldn't tell what the hell you was doing. you knew where you were heading and that was heathers party.

||outfit choice below||

As much as you ached, you looked sexy and you knew it, you would of took the jacket off but then people would see the cuts and bruises. You jumped out your window and headed towards your car, where you couldn't even function the key fob you were that pissed. The engine started and let’s say, its a good job you were the sheriffs daughter because that driving was not road legal.

You arrived at heathers, you jumped out your car which you attempted to park, in which you failed miserably. Making your way through the crowd, stumbling a little you spotted him, that's right, Billy Hargrove with his left arm raised and leaning right over Tammy’s head, most likely flirting. you locked eyes straight away and he could tell you were pissed at him, you rolled your eyes and stormed off to find Steve. Steve was leaning against the kitchen island and you slurred to him “hey babe, fancy pouring me a drink” as you lent your arm over his shoulders, Steve hesitant at first as he could tell you were drunk but then he gave in as you gave him your famous puppy dog eyes that no one could every day no to. You and billy liked to play games with each other, that was your thing, at least sober you could handle it or at least pretend to handle it, you played each other and tried to make the other jealous. It sure as hell had worked, you knew you were starting to fall for him, but you could never admit it to yourself. Both of you were so alike, but you would never admit that.

‘ songs playing next are - rock you like a hurricane scorpions - no one like you by scorpions and running up that hill Kate bush’

Billy saw you dancing with Steve, so he then grabbed Tammy by the waist and started dancing with her, slightly grinding at her waist. He knew this would send you over the edge with him, but he just wanted you to come over and admit that to him. You were going to flip, until you knew exactly what to do to piss him off, there was one thing billy and you had done together and he knew how you were when you were on drugs, flirtatious, forward and completely let loose. you headed towards Tommy who you knew would be right near billy so he could overhear you.

“hey Tommy, you want to do a bag?” you stumbled towards Tommy, leaning against him with your hands on his shoulders. Tommy looked straight at billy, those two weren't on the greatest terms at the moment so he obliged with Y/N request. Tommy placed his c*ke onto his finger in which you sniffed in one, billy was furious and stormed over to the kitchen. The c*ke had hit and you were completely in a haze, now for phase two of pissing billy off, no care in the world you got up onto the pole stand in heathers living room, her mum did pole so everyone loved her for that. You started to dance seductively on the pole, more eyes heading your way as you started to tease and take off your jacket, not realising you still had the cuts and bruises.

No one like you scorpions playing:

There's no one like you I can't wait for the nights with you I imagine the things we'll do I just want to be loved by you

Billy’s POV:

you had had it, Y/N was up to her usual tricks tonight, you wish shed had just come up to you when she saw you with Tammy, if only she knew what you were talking about. No flirting involved, but typical Y/N jumping to conclusions yet again.

.....

soon as Y/N asked Tommy for a bag you knew you had to watch her every move, only you two together had experienced that, the free emotions and movements you had with each other, the way you felt with each other, it was only meant for you two. Billy had turned to find Y/N dancing on the pole in the living room, his blood started to boil as he watched her start to tease he had to do something, he realised there was blood on her arm, he paced over straight away, dragging her outside before anyone else could see. This was his girl and no way in hell would he let anyone take advantage of her.

Y/N POV:

“I swear to god billy, get your f*c*ing hands off me” you screamed as billy dragged you by the arm to the outside porch. billy faced to turn you, his veins popping out his head when he gets angry and shouted

“im not fu*c*ing letting go until you tell me what the f*ck you are playing at, first dancing with Harrington, then sniffing and don't get me started on the pole.. and lastly you wanna explain these cuts on your arm?”

“why do you care hargrove huh? you basically were in Tammy hem brooks fu*c*ing pants early, go back and fu*k her, but thank you for noticing and pretending to care about my welfare” you hiccuped as you tried to walk down the porch. Billy chased after you and shouting right back

“no I fuc*ing wasn't, if you actually had come up to me instead of playing easy with Steve, you'd of found I was turning her down because of you”

You harshly turned round to face him, without wanting to throw up with how fast you spun around and said “ don't you dare call me easy and two sorry to ruin your whoring, make sure you go apologise to Tammy for me, sorry I'm not one of these girls billy that jumps straight into your bed at the drop of a hat”

the screaming and shouting carried on for a few minutes, you ended up screaming right at billy, unknowingly letting loose of some of your powers again, some of the street lights shattered: you had made a larger crack in the gate to the upside down. Billy placed his hand on your throat in which he instantly regretted and you said “get your hands off me now billy, don't you ever touch me like that again I swear to god” billy shook at what he just witnessed and two the fact he had done something he never thought he would do and that was raise a hand to someone he loves.

“you ever raise a hand to me like that again billy and you are dead to me, you got it” you moved your body away, your eyes tearing up. Tears streamed out of his eyes and anger hit when he restored his eyes back to the cuts and bruises,

“ who the fu*k did that to you Y/N?” he questioned with worry, billy had told you about his dad Neil and what he did to billy, you had never really let on about your dad because you tried to be there for him as much as possible without going into your own problems.

“ not the only one with an abusive dad now are you billy” you sarcastically replied. Billy tried to ignore the sarcasm and instantly felt concerned and worried for Y/N safety.

“I will kill him Y/N and the lights, what the f*ck happened there?”

“don't pretend you care billy please, I don't need you lying to me, if all you was is to get me into bed then you can f*ck right off” I stormed off

“ i’m not lying Y/N, ffs why don't you believe me?” he chased after you

“then why billy huh? why do you care?” you questioned laughing as you walked off

“because I fu*c*ing love you Y/N god dammit” and there it was, billy had finally let loose of his feelings for the first time in his life since his mother left. You both paused and looked each other in the eyes, the arguing had sobered you up a little and you realised what he had said.

“I love you billy”

You both jumped at each other passionately, leaping into one another arms and you touched lips, wrapping your legs around his waist, not leaning the kiss. You both had made your way to your car, rustling about to find your keys and open the door. You made yourselves comfy in the back seats, taking off each others clothes, all billy could could do was stare and admire your body, tracing his finger tips over the scars all the way down your belly. He then placed kissed from your breasts to the lining on your panties. You let out a moan in which sent shivers down billy’s spine at the thought of pleasing you.

“you like that princess?” billy asked, kissing and licking your lining as he looked you straight in the eyes, all you could do was moan his name and plead for more

“yesss billy, uhh please”

“please what princess, huh? what do you want from me” billy muttered, his head between your thighs, placing kisses along the slit of your parts, gently edging his tongue to your clit.

“fu*k billy, fu*k me please” you pleaded with him, edging your head up to push him on the other side of the seat, placing yourself between his legs for a change, kissing his torso: training scratch marks down his belly with your fingernails, this man was yours and you were going to make sure he and everyone knew it. Billy was loving every second, you placed your mouth on the tip of his cock edging your tongue out and swirling it around the tip driving him wild. He grabbed your hair with his hand and tugged your head bag with dominance and said

“don't play with me baby” billy smiled, biting his lip

“or what huh, what you going to do to me” I played on the words. After that billy pulled you up onto his lap, placing you on his bulge and pressing his body into yours ready in position. “

you sure you wanna do this baby? its not your first time is it?” billy asked, searching for a condom in his wallet, you placed your hands on his cheek and gave him a soft kiss and muttered

“more than ready billy and no its not my first, does that bother you?” you asked, billy smiled and kissed your forehead and claimed

“nothing you do would ever bother me, besides I like a woman with a little experience”

you smiled at each other, then both ready he edge his tip slightly into your core, soaking wet you Mae his access a little easier with how tight you were around him. “f*ck Y/N, ride me baby, show me I'm yours” billy moaned into your ear, every motion edging him further. You continued to ride him, picking up your pace, getting a little rough you made scratches on his chest and placed your hand on his throat, choking him a little as you neared your peak. Billy gave you a smirk as you choked him as he grabbed your ass and clenched it as he starting pumping his cum into you. both reaching your climax you both panted into each others necks slowly releasing from each other.

“ I meant what I said you know” billy spoke softly, holding your chin upwards to face him, “I love you Y/N Johnson”

you gave him a kiss in which you replied “and I love you billy hargrove”

#strangerthingsimagine #strangerthingsfanfic #stranger #things #billy hargove x reader #smut #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagine #dacre montgomery x reader #fanfic #stranger things fandom

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#LadynoirJuly Days 23&24

My hand slipped and what started as something light-hearted strangely ended up in angst. Oops, my bad. More to come in the next chapter! I'm going to skip pining for now because I’m not really sure how to write it 😬

Enjoy! @ladynoirjuly2020

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Days 23&24: Chin scratches, prpr

Sometimes, Hawkmoth seemed to need a little time to plan his next move. It should have given Ladybug and Chat Noir a moment of respite, an opportunity to chill out on the rooftops, making the most of a sunny day.

Paris being a busy city, though, the two heroes had barely sat down when their help had been requested to find a missing cat. A little running around later, and both of them were on their way to the owner’s house, having accomplished their mission.

“Aw, isn’t it the cutest?” Ladybug cooed as she scratched the cat’s chin, continuing to walk down the empty street.

It was a dignified white cat, which reminded her of Duchess in the Aristocats. Pretty much the opposite of the jealous cat that walked next to her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I don’t see why she gets chin scratches for being lost, you shouldn’t be encouraging it! I never get any, even when I’m on my best behaviour.” He pouted. “It’s because I’m a black cat, isn’t it?”

Ladybug rolled her eyes and smiled affectionately at her partner. “You know damn well that I’d never change anything about you, Chaton.”

Chat’s pout spread into a wide smile, which made her realise what she’d just said. She blushed and bowed her head, picking up her pace to conceal her pinking cheeks.

It was tricky navigating their new relationship. She wasn’t entirely sure Chat Noir knew how she felt about Adrien, about him. He’d probed her a lot during the past week. At first she thought he was trying to pry out an official confession from her, since she’d never managed to do it, but she’d soon figured out he was really clueless when it came to her feelings.

To her surprise, she’d managed the post reveal situation fairly well. There was no real weirdness between Adrien and her; their conversations were a lot smoother now that she knew he was Chat Noir. They’d even shared nice bantering moments which had taken Alya aback. Marinette was fairly sure her best friend thought she’d used some kind of voodoo spell overnight for such a rapid change to occur.

The one thing she still had to come to terms with was the fact any time she flirted with Chat, she flirted with Adrien. She’d already admitted to herself that any time she’d done it in the past, she’d meant it to at least 50%, which was a big step. Part of her did want to give their relationship a try, finally, after a year of running around in circles chasing what had happened to be their tails. The other part didn’t know how good an idea it would be, given what she’d seen when she’d been propelled into Chat Blanc’s universe.

Oh well. She would see how things went. It wasn’t like Adrien was close to discovering who she liked, anyway.

“You know, when you say things like that, it makes me think that you might like me.” He smirked teasingly, catching up with her in a couple of strides.

Crap. She should’ve known not to underestimate her partner.

“Well why don’t you use it as your choice of the day?” She replied as breezily as she could.

“Nah, I’m kidding. I think I would’ve noticed it if you did like me.” He nudged her with his shoulder.

Ladybug refrained from laughing out loud.

With Adrien prying to know who she liked, she’d decided to stretch his ignorance for as long as possible by establishing a Rumplestiltskin rule. He was only allowed one guess a day, which frustrated Alya to no end.

“You can see how desperate he is to know, you know he told Nino he loves you, right? Why are you extending his misery? And yours?” The aspiring reporter had asked her when they’d been alone after a week of playing.

“It’s complicated.” Marinette had winced at the pathetic excuse. “Anyway, it’s a game between Adrien and I. You don’t have to watch.”

“But I do! I want to be there when my ship finally sails.” Alya whined as Marinette rolled her eyes.

Marinette had to slap her hand on her friend’s mouth more than a couple of times to prevent her from commenting on Adrien’s choices. She could always tell she was about to speak when a sly grin spread across her lips.

“Since it’s only the two of us today, I can finally ask one that’s been on my mind for a while.” Chat interrupted her thoughts.

“Hmm?” She looked at him in confusion. Which guess would possibly have to be asked without their friends around?

“Is it Nino?” He asked, and he misinterpreted her widened eyes. “I purr-omise I won’t tell Alya if it is! But I figured, you did sort of go on a date with him that one time, he liked you…”

“I forgot about that.” She replied thoughtfully. Nino had actually told Alya about his feelings for Marinette, and they now joked about it. “But it’s not Nino.”

“Am I getting warmer though?”

“Well…” Technically, Nino was warmer than Kim, the previous day’s guess. But it was colder than himself, even if he hadn’t been serious about it. “Cheer up, Chaton.” She smiled and gave him a little skin scratch to compensate for her vague response, eliciting a purr. She wondered what that would feel like if she was in his arms. “You’ll find out eventually.”

Before he could reply, she rang the doorbell of the house that stood in front of them. An old lady opened the door cautiously, and upon recognising her pet thanked them profusely, even inviting them in for tea. Chat seemed ready to go in, but Marinette’s phone rang before they could reply anything. She excused and fished it out of her yoyo.

Max’s face appeared on her screen. She frowned. It wasn’t like him to call her. Not when there wasn’t a gaming tournament planned in the near future.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Marinette?” He sounded shaken.

“Yes Max, is everything okay?” She asked worriedly.

“I’m not too sure.” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

“How can I help?” She forced herself to smile, although she had a bad feeling about what was to follow.

“Markov and I were going through his software to do a routine backup and… Well, you know Ladybug, right?” He asked.

“Yes?”

“Do you think you could contact her, and tell her to come meet us at the Collège as soon as she can? And tell her Chat Noir should come too, I’ve tried to get a hold of Adrien to contact him but his phone goes straight to voicemail.”

“I’ll see what I can do. What’s going on?”

Another pause. “You have to swear not to say anything.”

“Okay?”

“We think we discovered who Hawkmoth is.”

Ladybug’s face drained of all colours and her heart rate picked up as Max exposed his findings. She looked over to her partner, who was still happily conversing with the old lady and her cat. What had he done to deserve this?

She wasn’t even sure her confession would help swallow this bitter pill. She wished she could prolong his ignorance a little longer, enough for them to enjoy tea, but the urgency of Max’s voice brought her back to reality. They needed to act fast.

She sighed quietly as she hung up and walked to her partner with a heavy heart.

“Chaton?” He turned towards her, and the way his smile faded as he saw her expression broke her heart, but they needed to do this. “We need to go.”

#ladynoirjuly2020 #ladynoirjuly #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #miraculous ladybug #the miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #mlb #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fanfiction #chin scratches #post reveal pre relationship #elle writes

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L&L - Chapter 3. Cat fight [Alec Lightwood x Reader]

Title: Love and Leather - Chapter 3. Cat fight ➔ Chapter 4. Here! Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Female!Reader Published: 23 June, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Love and Leather Masterlist | Masterlists

When you have arrived to the club, you were about to stand in the queue and wait for your turn to be let in. However Izzy got hold of your upper arm and started dragging you after her. You looked at her with a confused expression, but she didn't seem to care about that. She stood tall and confident in front of the body guard and whispered something in his left ear. He smirked and opened the red rope which was closing off the way to the entrance.

"What was that?" You asked. "What did you say?" Your curiosity was taking over, but she just shrugged. She turned back for a second to wink at you and continued dragging you along. You just gave up and let yourself being pulled around like a doll. A minute or two later you have arrived to a closed room which you have never entered before. Izzy knocked on the huge monstrosity of Victorian style, gold wooden doors and seconds later they opened. A strict looking, suited up bodyguard was holding onto the handle who showed you towards the back of the room. You tried to look around and you managed to see some dark wooden furnitures and some kind of paintings hanging off the walls, but it was too dark to be able to paint a clear picture of how the room looked like.

You arrived to a second door, which opened even before you could knock. By this time Izzy let go of your hand and walked in front of you. As the doors opened up, the light irritated your eyes for a few seconds as it unexpectedly entered your retina. You followed Izzy forward and as you walked deeper into the room you started hearing familiar voices. You looked at your right side and saw Clary, Jace and Alec sitting on an ancient looking couch with golden legs and frame, decorated with black fabric on top of it.

Your eyes immediately turned towards Alec. He didn't realise your arrival, he continued to talk to Jace about something that seemed very serious. You didn't even want to pay attention to their conversation. He just looked way too handsome for you to care about anything other than that. He was wearing a black suit-jacket with white fitted shirt enhancing his muscles underneath. His last three buttons have been left undone for the curious eyes and unfortunately yours were one of those. His tattoo-like runes were showing off, underneath the slightly see-through fabric, but you didn't mind. You could have kept looking even longer, but Izzy decided to interrupt you.

"You are drooling." She chuckled. You gave her a death glare, that did not end up anything like that in the end, but you have tried. You walked over to the bar and ordered a whiskey-coke. The bartender immediately started making the drinks for you.

"Would you like some ice?" He asked as he looked up at you. His cheeky smile didn't get missed by your eyes. You nodded in reply and was about to turn towards Izzy who just arrived next to you, but you froze when the bartender winked at you. You didn't know how to take it. You weren't a flirting type, unless you fancied someone. You were more of an initiator than a follower. Izzy silently chuckled next to you.

"Sorry hun, she is taken." She said and your head snapped towards her.

"What did I miss?" You asked curiously. You weren't aware of being in a relationship of any kind. But she didn't answer, simply winked at you and walked away. You got your drink from the bartender and walked to the others where Izzy took her place already too.

"What was that about?" You asked curiously still standing next to her.

"I don't know what you mean." She smirked and you knew she was aware of what you were talking about.

"Don't play dumb with me, Izzy. I know you too well." You continued. You didn't plan to stop. You didn't understand why she has done that and especially didn't understand why she was acting as if nothing happened. Parabatai or not, she was acting strange.

"Come on, I was just joking. It's not my fault that the bartender is hitting on you." She chuckled and you started getting more and more annoyed.

"Right, but lying is." You took a sip of your drink and exhaled sharply. "In the future, please make sure to keep these comments to yourself." You stated and took your seat next to her as if nothing happened. You finished the conversation, however she didn't.

"Why are you getting so worked up about this? Did you maybe fancy him?" She asked with a suspicious grin spreading across her face.

"By the Angel, Izzy. You are extremely annoying today." You stated and the smile disappeared from her face.

"And you are grumpy." She said crossing her arms in front of her chest while pouting.

"Very adult-like." You poked at her. She was about to say something, but then Magnus has arrived and sat down in between Izzy and you pushing both of you to the edge of the sofa.

"Now, now... What is this aura I'm feeling around you, guys?" He asked taking turns in looking at Izzy then you.

"She is just moody today." Izzy said still pouting like a child.

"So what? Are you going to cry because I hurt your little feelings?" You asked sarcastically and you saw the anger clearly showing its signs on her. "Ooh someone is getting emotional. Do you need a tissue?" You asked and she jumped up as if she was about to attack you. "You hurt me, you will be hurt my dear parabatai." You stated simply. She was thinking for a few seconds before she sat back on her place.

She looked at you as if you were her enemy. Like you have taken something that was very important in her life. You looked straight into her eyes too, but you enjoyed her anger and you weren't able to cover that completely. You tried to hide the grin that kept crawling upon the side of your lips, but it seemed to be a very hard job.

"Are you laughing?" She asked shocked.

"Me?" You asked back. "How dare you, I would never do that in such serious situation." You replied with a fake expression of shock.

"Don't lie to me, you are trying to keep it back." She pointed it out and it made it even harder to do so.

"Unbelievable. How could you think so lowly of me? It is a very serious matter." You replied, but this time your lips did curl up, however you tried to stop it. Luckily Izzy started relaxing again too and you let that smile appear faster than ever. She turned away and pouted for a few seconds, but when she turned back she had a small grin on her face too, which she was trying to force away. She was still crossing her arms, protesting against your behaviour for you protesting against her behaviour, which really didn't make sense, but you ended up grinning after all.

"I hate you." She stated simply, but with a smile.

"Right. Will call you when I believe you." You chuckled. As you were looking at Izzy, Magnus' face appeared in front of you. He looked at you like you were a mentally unstable person who just escaped her asylum. Then he turned around and looked at Izzy, assumingly the same way he did at you. He then turned to look at the audience - your friends - for help.

"Magnus, just let it go." Jace said while looking at you with a grin. "They always do this. More often than you can imagine."

"And you do this why?" He asked turning towards you. You just pat his shoulder and grin.

"A way of getting rid of the frustration, I guess. I don't know. We never really discussed it." You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly.

"You people are weird." He laughed and got comfortable between Izzy and you once again.

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My Oh My - Johnnie x Reader (Prime Mover)

End Up With You

@wltz-bby @happyskywhale #MendoTagSquad

Author’s Note: We might actually, genuinely, end up getting through all 26 of them by the time all this is over. Anyway, here’s another hottie from Team 2009! 😏 My Oh My - Camila Cabello Disclaimer: Prime Mover characters not mine / lyrics not mine / that cap is! Premise: Back from another long haul trip at a truck stop bar party, you reminisce a little on meeting him in this very same bar... Words: 1809 Warnings: sexual references/connotations

______ They say he likes a good time (My, oh my) He comes alive at midnight (Every night) My mama doesn't trust him (My, oh my) He's only here for one thing But (so am I) Yeah A little bit older A black leather jacket A bad reputation Insatiable habits He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me I might let it happen" I swear on my life that I've been a good girl Tonight, I don't wanna be her ---

There was nearly always a party going on in the truck stop bar – especially when nearly all the drivers were back in town. It didn’t happen often, a couple of times every few months, probably. When it got pretty rowdy and no one really cared – usually it ended with a bar fight, but that was all part of the supposed ‘fun’ and you always tried to make sure you’d dragged your partner out of the bar by then. That didn’t always work, sometimes he was the one starting the fight – and then you had to try to prize him out of it, never easy when he was drunk. But you were pretty tough and had the amazing ability to shout him down from time to time, only to end up sitting on your kitchen counter chiding him and cleaning up cuts. Johnnie was eventually going to get himself into a lot of trouble, and you usually started with; “This is the last time I save you-!” But you always did. Part of you just couldn’t help it, he was away from you enough – you didn’t need any more of that. Especially if he was going to get into so much of it that he’d end up being away for years and not months. You’d skipped out on the last few of these nights because he’d been away, and that didn’t bother you. You rather be home, and cuddle up, and get to call him. But tonight he was back, and these evenings held a special significance for you anyway. You’d met him at one of these. It was a long time ago, and you had already heard a lot about him – you’d caught a lot of gossip about many of the drivers as you worked on their trucks, but no news you learned about Johnnie was ever particularly good. So, when he was the only one who paid you any attention at the bar, you were pleasantly surprised. Although at the time every joke out of his mouth was about female mechanics, he was always good natured and sweet about it. You were the first one he’d turn to, or get anyone else to turn to, if his truck needed a fix. That wasn’t just because you were seeing him – but your skill. What you did have to remind him, from time to time, was that you weren’t going to be his live in mechanic.

You wouldn’t get to see him before you headed over to the party, and it wasn’t a formal event. Still, you wore your nicest pair of skin tight jeans, with an equally form fitting shirt and heeled boots. You forwent the jacket, because you’d only end up wearing his. And as you pulled into the parking lot, the biggest smile appeared on your face at the sight of the gleaming red truck, with its painted silver and white letters of his haulage company name. Your heart always beat that little bit quicker when you knew you’d get to see him again – it was a serious business, a long-distance relationship. But it made loving on him when he was back here significantly better. And a hell of a lot more interesting! You parked up and entered the bar. It was already pretty packed as you weaved your way to a barstool. Johnnie wasn’t hard to pick out, he didn’t have the quietest of voices, and as you were served your drink you swivelled around to face the majority of patrons. He was in the middle with a bunch of his friends, beer in his hand and laughing – in your favourite leather jacket and a good pair of black jeans. It took you back to the very first time you saw him, curiosity about the bad boy getting you to ask someone to point him out, and once they did you never really looked back. He had a look and a way of carrying himself that meant you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Johnnie dressed pretty well – for a driver, anyway – and everything from the way he ran his hands through his hair to the way he smiled was effortlessly cool; and damn, the way he caught your eyes from time to time. The first time he hardly paid attention to you, but the smirk when he realised you were captivated by him had heat rushing places you really wished it didn’t, and you panicking. But eventually, with you peeling beer bottle labels, turned away from everyone – and very much alone – he approached you. He didn’t start with flirting, just by casually enquiring as to who you were – and knowing you were new. But in a way that was kinda sweet, that he wanted you to get involved with ‘tradition’. Bad boy reputation he might well have had, but here you were, and no one else had been as nice to you as him. Having said that, it might as well have been for his own means – BUT, this was a long-term relationship now, so he certainly wasn’t using you.

When he spotted you tonight, however, instead of playing hard to get Johnnie excused himself from his conversation and was straight across to you. ��Baby-!” You grinned and put your bottle down to accept his kiss, body between your legs as he cupped your face in his hands. You pulled him to you by his jacket, back forced against the bar, arms around shoulders; you certainly didn’t care. And could anyone blame you? You broke the kiss only to tell him that you missed him, and he grinned, knowing that. He slipped from your arms and onto the stool next to you, hand in yours; “Did I miss anything when I was gone?” “Uh. What goes on around here?” You sipped your drink again, “Not much. I mean Mum came to stay for a little bit, so I wasn’t completely alone.” He grimaced, making you chuckle, “Yeah, she still doesn’t like you.” Actually you thought she’d referred to him as a ‘waste of space’ and told you how much he was wasting your time, but you mostly ignored her. You supposed you understood her sentiment - unfortunately, she’d heard about Johnnie’s bad reputation by doing a little too much digging. And any time they were in the same room it always ended in an uncomfortable glaring stand-off, that you were in the middle of – which is why you only let her come and see you when he was away on one of his much longer trips. She was only protecting you, you did know that; you were her only child and she just wanted to watch out for you. But you still felt that you were firmly in control of this situation, and him. You knew all the places you could run and hide if you ever needed to. Your mum should know by now that she would be your first point of call should this man ever dare break your heart.

Being the only couple that worked in and around the industry as your full-time jobs, it was also like being the King and Queen here – or at least a celebrity couple. Oh, yeah, everyone knew who you both were – a little hard for them not to, given the way he was with you. You at least made it your mission to look after all the wives and girlfriends, especially of the younger truck drivers. And Johnnie tried, from time to time. But he was better when you were making sure he was on his best behaviour. Everyone knew that his first few days back was your time off – because all that mattered to you then was his body all over yours; PDA probably didn’t even cover it. You’d never quite had actual sex on a club dancefloor, but you’d been pretty close more than once. And there was only one way tonight was gonna go too. “I see you’re getting your tattoos out for me.” Johnnie smirked, referring to your lack of jacket, but also the fact your entire body was covered in them. You looked across to him innocently, “For you? Oh, baby, by the end of the night maybe I’ll let you see my new one.” “New one?” He raised an eyebrow, eyes tracing your body as he bit his lip. You gave a nod, placing your hands on his thighs and leaning in to tease him with a kiss. “Mhm…” You kept your lips close to his; “Though you might have to get me naked to find it…” He chuckled, and couldn’t help pulling you onto his lap, kissing your neck and jaw, arm around your waist and hand on your inner thigh. “I think I can do that.” Johnnie kept his voice at a low growl that had you smirking, even though a shiver ran through you. “Well, I damn hope so…” “Good things come to those who wait.” “Wait-!?” You turned back to him, “Like I didn’t for three months?” “Mmmm… were you good whilst I was gone?” You nearly chuckled, again batting your eyelashes innocently; “Am I ever anything else?” “No.” He brushed his lips to yours again hand moving up a little higher than you thought was appropriate, causing you to shudder again; “But I should check, right?” You giggled, “Doesn’t mean I wanna be good tonight.” Johnnie growled again, as your kisses once again became teasing; “I would damn well hope not…” Although his first thought after that was not getting out of here, so you knew he was going to drag this out for the long haul. You didn’t mind too much, because you got to sit quietly with him, occasionally pressing kisses into your shoulder, his arms around you, your fingers threaded with his. It might have been agony, but it was sweet agony, and you were happy to be here watching everyone else have a good time. Eventually even Johnnie wasn’t going to sit around waiting. He tugged your hand and slipped off the stool, suggesting you say goodbye to your friends and call it a night. Then draped that leather jacket around you as you left the bar and walked to your car to take him home, heart beating just as fast as it had been when you’d arrived. As it had been when he’d kissed you for the very first time in that very same bar. But it smelled like him, and you shivered again when you breathed in, causing you to hum in pleasure. It was only a short drive, then you’d get to relieve him of the rest of his clothing and have him right back where he belonged with you. He noticed this, and smirked again, eyebrow raised; “You gonna be okay driving home?” All you did was nod, biting your lip again – but no promises that hands wouldn’t go wandering on the short drive either. It wasn’t like you could trust him to keep his to himself. Nope. Tonight you certainly weren’t going to be a good girl.

--- Thank you for reading! 😁

#Johnnie #Prime Mover #Ben Mendelsohn #Team 2009 #Johnnie x Reader #Camila is such a Danny singer #Like shes essentially the Sway soundtrack #but /THIS/ song is for this man #I spelled Prime Mover right finally! That should count for something ;)#Linzi Writes #Smol Bean Drabbles #143 #Leah #Fuck me in your truck in that jacket boi plz

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capcarolsdanver · 5 years

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Insecure

Request: Anonymous: would you maybe do smth about brie with a chubby reader, who's feeling insecure. like yeah they're dating brie; but look at her and look at them, one day she'll just realise she can have someone better and more attractive... maybe have her comfort reader. if you want to ofc 💖

Pairing: Brie x Reader

A/N: Hey there! I know I haven’t posted anything in a while and I’m sorry about that but I think I really needed a bit of a break from writing if I’m being honest. I still have quite a few requests to get through so I’ll do my best to get them posted as soon as I can. I hope you enjoy this, I found it kinda hard to write this one so please let me know what you think and send me any feedback!

Please do not repost my writing anywhere without my permission.

You make your way to your kitchen, taking a seat at your breakfast bar. A little earlier, Brie had woken you up with a kiss and a smile, letting you know that she would be back soon with coffee from your favourite cafe. You made yourself get up from bed and take a quick shower, and now figuring that Brie wouldn’t be too much longer, you pull out your phone while you wait for her.

You open Twitter and start scrolling to pass the time, stopping when you reach a tweet from a Marvel fan account you follow. Apparently the photos have been posted from a fan event you had attended with Brie last night, along with some of the other MCU cast members. You had a great time at the event, so you actually find yourself pretty excited to see the photos.

You click on the link attached to the tweet and begin going through the gallery of photos. You grin widely at all the familiar faces you see in each photo. Obviously being in a relationship with Brie, you’ve gotten to know a lot of her co-stars pretty well, so you’re always happy whenever you get to catch up with any of them at events you attend with Brie.

Your grin fades, however, when you come across a photo of you and Brie. Brie looks stunning as usual of course, but your heart sinks a bit when you look at yourself in the photo. For as long as you can remember, you’ve always felt insecure about your weight and the way you look, and those insecurities only got worse when Brie started getting pretty fit for some of her recent roles. You were yet to really have a serious conversation about it with Brie, always finding ways to hide your insecurities for the most part.

Last night, though, you actually felt really good, completely comfortable to stand by Brie’s side and smile for photos. But now, looking at those photos, those insecurities hit you head on and you feel yourself deflate. You really can’t help but think that Brie could do better than you.

As that thought hits you, Brie comes through the door carrying two coffees and two small paper bags.

“Hey, babe,” she says in greeting, stopping next to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Here’s your coffee. I got you one of those chocolate croissants you love, too.” You thank her as she places them both on the bar in front of you and she sits down in the seat next to you, checking her phone when it beeps to alert her of a notification.

You take a sip of your coffee but make no move to eat any of your croissant. You feel yourself zone out, your thoughts very quickly moving back to your insecurities once again, until you feel a hand on your arm a minute later, snapping your attention back to Brie.

“Babe? You okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, of course.”

Brie doesn’t look convinced. She keeps her eyes on you, watching you carefully for a second before you see her gaze drop curiously to the untouched croissant in front of you. Brie was right before, you absolutely love these croissants, so you’re both fully aware that it’s odd for it to still be completely untouched. You hesitate for only a moment before taking a small bite of it, shooting Brie a forced smile.

She still doesn’t seem totally pleased but your behaviour is enough for her to move on for the time being.

“Evans just messaged me. You’re still up for lunch, right?” You suddenly remember about the lunch you’d all tried planning last night, so some of you could properly catch up. You’d been ecstatic about the idea last night, but right now the thought of sitting at a table full of perfect, hot people really doesn’t excite you at all, as much as you love every single one of them.

“I don’t know, Brie. Wouldn’t it be better if it were just the cast?”

“Well everyone loves you, so I don’t think it would really matter,” Brie says with a chuckle and a shrug, effectively dismissing your weak attempt at an excuse. “Besides, other people will probably be bringing their partners along too.”

It only takes you a moment to realise you don’t really have a valid excuse to use to get out of this, so you reluctantly agree to go.

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A few hours later you find yourself sat next to Brie at a table full of literally perfect human beings. It’s not the whole cast, but there’s enough people there that there’s thankfully not really any focus on you. You even allow yourself to joke around a bit with Chris Evans, who you’ve always gotten along with really well, and you find yourself breathing a little easier than you thought you would be at this lunch.

That is until the waitress for the table comes over, introducing herself and taking everyone’s drink orders. She takes Brie’s order last, leaning down towards her and smiling flirtatiously at her. One of her hands rests on the back of Brie’s chair, and your eyes narrow at the woman as she gets as close to your girlfriend as she can without actually touching her.

You can’t help but notice that the waitress is in great shape, and really a pretty girl, and you feel that dreaded feeling from this morning returning to you. You suddenly feel so uncomfortable in your own skin, wrapping your arms around yourself self-consciously.

Brie is friendly to the waitress, but she does seem kind of oblivious to the flirting. You would never question Brie’s loyalty to you for a second, but it’s definitely hard for your thoughts not to travel to images of Brie with someone else, someone who you think is more up to her standards than you.

“What are you thinking about ordering, baby?” Brie asks, her eyes scanning the menu in her hands.

“Uh, I don’t really know. I’m not hungry,” you reply distractedly. Brie’s eyes leave her menu and you feel her gaze landing on you questionably, a concerned expression on her face.

“Are you feeling okay?” She puts her menu down on the table and moves to turn towards you, but she’s stopped by the waitress who returns to the table, stepping right in between you and Brie. She hands the drinks around to everyone and you let out a quiet huff of annoyance to yourself.

“If there’s anything else I can get you, let me know. I’ll let you look at the menu a little longer but I’ll be back for your lunch orders soon,” the waitress says to the whole table, but she directs it almost entirely to Brie before she shoots Brie a wink and saunters off. Brie doesn’t seem to take any notice, but you definitely do, growing more paranoid as you watch the waitress walk away.

“Babe?” Brie touches your arm lightly and you quickly turn to look at her.

“I’ve gotta go,” you say, your words taking Brie by surprise. She retracts her hand from your arm and her eyebrows knot in confusion.

“What?”

“I don’t know what I’m even doing here. I’m gonna head home.”

You stand from your seat and Brie moves to stand too but your hand on her shoulder stops her.

“Brie, stay.” She watches you with concern, her eyes not leaving you for a second. “I’m sorry.”

You quickly wave at everyone around the table but barely even look their way, feeling a wave of embarrassment hit you as you turn and leave.

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The second you get home you collapse on the couch, wrapping a blanket securely around yourself. You groan, completely embarrassed about walking out, but your insecurity had simple gotten the best of you. You wipe away a stray tear that falls from your eye as you try to push your thoughts away from it.

Eventually, you sit up and turn the tv on, not paying a great deal of attention to it but letting it provide some background noise while you idly stare at the screen and get lost in your thoughts.

You don’t know how much time passes, but after a while you hear the front door open, the sound of keys being placed on a counter and footsteps making their way through the house. They approach the living room and then Brie appears in the doorway of the room, leaning against the wall briefly before carefully making her way towards you.

You cast your eyes down, avoiding any eye contact as Brie sits beside you on the couch. You both continue to sit in silence for a few moments, your eyes focused hard on the tv.

“So, you wanna tell me what’s going on?” Brie eventually says, breaking the silence. You take a steadying breath before you look at Brie, finding her eyes already on you, watching you with a soft expression.

“It’s nothing, Brie,” you try to dismiss the conversation, feeling your embarrassment rise back up to the surface again. Judging by the way Brie’s eyebrows raise, you know she’s not going to let you avoid this talk.

“Nothing?” She asks incredulously. “Y/N, you think I didn’t notice that you barely touched your breakfast this morning and then you didn’t want to order anything for lunch? Not to mention the fact that you just left completely out of nowhere.” She doesn’t speak in a harsh tone, she sounds more concerned than anything, but you still cast your eyes down in embarrassment.

“Hey.” Her voice is considerably softer now and you feel her hand gently cup your face, lifting your head to look at her. She strokes your cheek with her thumb as she holds your gaze unwaveringly. “You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?”

Tears sting at your eyes and you nod at Brie, blinking to try to keep your tears at bay.

“Yeah, I know.”

Brie’s brow furrows slightly and her eyes study you for a long moment.

“It- it wasn’t something I did, was it?” She speaks timidly, worry clearly evident in her tone.

“What!? No Brie, of course not! You’re amazing.” She breathes out a sigh of relief and her body visibly relaxes, and you’re immediately hit with the feeling of guilt at having her think she’d done something wrong.

“What is it, then?” You feel your eyes welling with tears again at the pure concern that fills Brie’s tone, one tear escaping and rolling down your cheek.

“It’s so stupid.” Brie gently wipes the tear away with her thumb but remains silent, waiting patiently for you to continue.

“This morning I saw some photos from the event last night. And I know that to anyone else it probably sounds like the stupidest thing, but it just made made me feel so insecure.”

“Insecure?” Brie questions, tilting her head slightly in confusion. You sigh, flushing with embarrassment.

“Well, yeah. There you are looking like a literal goddess, and then there’s just.. me.” You say it like it’s the most obvious thing, but the confusion doesn’t leave Brie’s face.

“And what’s so wrong with that?”

“Come on, Brie.” You pause, trying to figure out how to describe your feelings. “It’s like at lunch today, right? I love spending time with you and the cast, you know I do. But you’re all just so beautiful and fit. Like, you’re all perfect. It’s just hard to deal with that sometimes when you’re someone who looks like me.”

“Y/N… Babe, that’s why you left today? Because you know I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world. I wouldn’t ask you to change a single thing about yourself.” This is something that Brie tells you regularly, constantly reminding you of how much she loves you, but it’s still hard to remind yourself of that sometimes with everything else going through your head.

“Yeah. But sometimes it’s just hard not to think that you could do so much better than me. Especially when you have some hot waitress practically throwing herself at you right in front of me.” Brie squints her eyes in thought.

“Wait, the waitress? Babe, I’m telling you right now that I didn’t take any notice of her. I don’t think I’d even be able to tell you what she looked like. All I was concerned with today was making sure that you were taking care of yourself. Okay?”

“Okay,” you nod before covering your face with your hands and groaning. “God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” Brie says, moving your hands from your face and lifting one to her lips to place a soft kiss to it. “Don’t be embarrassed. Just please talk to me if you ever feel insecure or anything like this again.”

“I will. I promise.” Brie’s eyes remain on you, a soft smile forming on her face.

“I love you so much, you know?”

“I know. I love you too, Brie. So much.”

Brie grins at you, gesturing for you to come closer to her before she practically pulls you to lay on top of her. She wraps her arms around you and you melt into her, resting your head on her chest. You both make yourselves comfortable in each other’s arms and you let out a content sigh.

“Alright, so now that we’ve had that conversation, I vote that we spend the rest of the day cuddling and watching movies. What do you say?”

“I’ll always say yes to that,” you reply, smiling when you feel Brie kiss the top of your head and pull you in closer to her.

#brie larson x reader #brie larson imagine #brie larson fic #brie larson #captain marvel #mine #fic

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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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burn, crash, romance (i’ll take what i can get from you)

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie] w/ side mike hanlon/stanley uris/patty blum [stanpatlon] word count: chapter count: 1 of 8 of the fratboy eddie project w/ @reddietrashclub, chapter written by me! summary: Richie didn’t know Eddie very well, not that he would want to, and even just looking at him now, he knew that Eddie Kaspbrak was exactly all the things that Richie had tried to tell Stanley that frat boys were. His brown hair flopped into his brown eyes, pressed down by some red snapback worn backwards and beige khaki jeans that looked glued to his legs. He was hot and the smirk on his face showed that he knew it. warnings: intoxication, sexual flirting

frateddie!taglist: @aizeninlefox, @appoloos, @mrs-vh, @playwiththeflowersofmysoul, @tyrror, @alonelystarfish, @blueskies-and-fucking-sly-smiles, @captainbartholomew, @edneedspie, @im-therosaline-tohisromeo, @invitedtoapityparty, @it-crack, @kasp-brakz, @merriebaby, @proton-disaster-blaster, @purpleposionedgem, @ra-ra-rasputine, @richietoaster, @stanielthemaniel, @tenderlydeliciousstrawberry, @trshmth-richie, @wheezyeds, @wintersember, @youll-kill-me-if-you-stop (let us know if you want to be added!)

perma tags: @jwilliambyers, @eddiecare, @thorn-harvester-ven, @wonderfuleds, @kasbprak

read on ao3.

Richie turned around in his desk seat when his roommate, Stanley, came barging in. Now, Richie had been sharing a room with Stanley Uris for nearly a full three years and he wasn’t much of a barger. Admittedly, Richie was sure he’d gotten to become a bad influence on his friend over their time together- because Richie could be a good student and still have fun, thank you very much- but Richie was still able to recognize out of character behaviour in his best friend.

Stan moved quickly towards his bed, grabbing at the clothes he’d yet to unpack from his trip back home for Passover. He started tossing clothes over his shoulders in search of something, and Richie startled. “Whoa, buddy!” Richie cried, forcing a laugh. “Where’s the fire?”

Stan turned towards Richie and glared at his clothes. Richie had already settled in for the night, wearing nothing but a slightly larger band T-shirt and his boxers. His contact were out, glasses settled on his nose and hair pulled up into a messy bun on top of his head.

Stan let out a disgusted noise. “Get dressed,” Stan said, shaking his head. “We’re going to a party.”

“What the fuck, it’s Wednesday!” Richie cried, tossing his hands up into the air. “Who the fuck throws a party on a Wednesday? This isn’t fucking Frosh week anymore.”

Stan started jumping into what Richie had loving dubbed his “My girlfriend pegs me” jeans, and rolled his eyes. “Mike’s fraternity is having a party, and he invited us. All of us. So we’re going.”

Richie groaned. He liked Mike Hanlon, he really did, but ever since his best friend had started growing close to farmer boy-turned- frat boy, Richie had found himself being forced into a lot more social interactions then he cared for. “That frat boy has the hots for you.”

Stan’s cheeks flushed and he flipped Richie off. “I have a girlfriend, in case you’d forgotten.”

Richie rolled his eyes. “Just because you have a girlfriend, doesn’t mean that somebody else can’t think you’re a hot piece of ass.”

Stan chucked the first pair of Richie’s jeans he could find on the floor towards him. Richie squawked as it hit him in the face, then fell into his lap. “Shut up about Mike like that. We’re just friends!”

“So, you’re going to introduce him to Patty then?” Richie challenge, looking around for a shirt to shrug on. He settled on his simple grey UCLA sweater, over top of his acid wash skinny jeans that were ripped from wear rather than style. He paused, debating for a moment doing something with his hair and putting in his contacts, but ended up shrugging it off.

Stan was glaring at him. “Why are you saying that as though I’ve purposely been keeping them apart? Their paths just haven’t crossed yet, it isn’t anything serious. But yes, Patty is coming tonight. So you can let go of this weird idea you’ve thought up that Mike likes me.”

Richie rolled his eyes. “Alright, whatever. Let’s go.”

Stan frowned at Richie, looking him up and down. “You’re actually wearing that? Richie, put in an effort.”

Richie scowled. “Why? You’re one going out to a party on a date with your girlfriend and the hot frat dude who wants to fuck you, not me.”

Stan grabbed hold of the hem of Richie’s sweater and tugged on it. “You could use to be laid! You haven’t been serious with anybody since Sandy back in freshman year- and this is your longest dry spell in ages. Mike and I were talking today and-”

“You and Mike were talking about my sex life?” Richie squawked, yanking away from Mike and tugging his sweater back into place. “What the kind of fuck-”

“We were talking about your lack of sex life!” Stan replied. “Richie you used to be kind of a slut-” Richie made an offended noise but Stan barrelled on over him. “And that was an issue, but now you’re sort of the opposite side of that. You gotta find a good medium, Rich, and there’s gonna be tons of chicks and... frat dudes-”

“And you’re telling me that the frat dudes won’t be wearing UCLA sweaters?” Richie challenged, crossing his arms over his chest. Stan’s mouth dropped open and he raised his brows, but he merely stared at Richie gap mouthed. “That’s what I thought. Let’s go.”

Eddie Kaspbrak dodged the fourth overly-muscled guy of the night, taking the solo cup he offered him and swerving away. He moved towards the sink in the kitchen and dumped the cup down the drain. His best friend and fellow frat brother grinned at him, reaching out to adjust the hat backwards on Eddie’s head. “Dodging all the m-m-en is starting to make you look m-m-messy.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I need to start bringing a bat to these things. Can’t get them away.“

Bill chuckled, handing Eddie a drink he could actually trust. “It’s because you’re the hottest gay on campus. They can’t h-uhh-help it if you’re out of their league. Aim high. That’s my motto.”

“Don’t I know it,” Eddie said with an eye roll. Bill Denbrough had the highest kill count of anybody in their fraternity, but he no doubt that the highest count of strike outs as well. Denbrough had never shied away from a challenge, and Eddie had been by his side through countless successes and failures. Sometimes so many successes that Eddie was a little disgusted, and so many failures he couldn’t help but laugh. You could only be so supportive of bro. z

“Looks like Mike brought his little nerd boy tonight,” Bill said, leaning back on his elbows against counter in front of the sink. Eddie followed Bill’s gaze towards the front door of their frat house, watching Mike Hanlon ducking into the doorway with prim looking dark haired boy and another two friends, one female, one male. “How long do you think it’ll be b-be-before he gets some of that?”

“Mike Hanlon?” Eddie asked, sighing a little wistfully. He shook his head, smilingly fondly. “Personally I’m surprised he hasn’t locked in already. Not like people to take the long road when getting some of him.”

Bill suddenly let out a low whistle. “Might have something to do with that.”

Eddie looked back over, wincing at the sight of Mike’s crush- Stanley?- with his hand suddenly entangled with the girl who’d come in with them. “Ah, fuck, a Straightie. Nothing worse than that.”

Bill let out an annoyed noise and sucker punched Eddie in the shoulder. Eddie burst out laughing and punched him back, the two of them socking each other in the chest and shoulders for several moments. Eddie turned slightly away from Bill, still laughing a little breathlessly, when the man who had come in with Mike and Stanley caught his eye.

His hair looked black from so far away, but Eddie supposed it must be brown, and it was piled up on top of his head in a messy bun. He had rimmed glasses sitting on his nose, with a pair of old looking jeans and a regular gray UCLA sweater on. He wore a bored expression, like he wanted to be anywhere else.

Eddie’s stomach flared up hot just at the sight of him. “Who’s that? The other guy?”

Bill looked over his shoulder, frowning. “The dude who looks like he just rolled out of bed? I don’t know, some scholarship nerd, I think. He was in my Intro to Psychology class last year, but I think he took it because he was actually interested. Weirdo... why?”

“I want him.” Eddie said, licking his lips before tossing back the rest of his drink.

Bill looked at him like he’d grown a second head. “What... him? Kaspbrak, look at him.”

Eddie smirked. “I am.” He skipped in place for a second and then quickly moved towards the other man.

Richie shifted awkwardly through the uncomfortable tension within his friends. The second Stan had made it apparent that he and Patty were in a relationship, Mike had seemed to grow quiet and disconnected. They’d been laughing and joking together one moment, and now Richie could see how Mike seemed to glancing around for a source to escape.

Stan was holding Patty’s hand awkwardly like protected him from the world and Patty was... well if Patty was openly drooling over Mike’s muscles then that wasn’t any of Richie’s business. Stan had told him so.

“Want to give us a tour, Mike?” Patty asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger like Richie hadn’t seen her do since she and Stan were just starting out. Stan’s gaze followed the movement and frowned.

“Sure.” Mike said lightly, shrugging and gesturing further into the house. Patty dropped Stan’s hand and moved to quickly follow him. As Richie moved to go as well, Stan pressed a hand to Richie’s chest and pushed him back. He shook his head and mouthed “no” before taking off after Patty and Mike.

“What the fuck!” Richie cried, tossing his hands into the air.

“Hey, there.”

Just as Richie was getting ready to dwell on how his friends had abandoned him, yet again, a voice whispered into his ear. Richie spun around, fight or flight reflexes turned on, but his shackled quickly lowered when he took sight of the person behind him. Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie didn’t know Eddie very well, not that he would want to. Even just looking at him now, he knew that Eddie Kaspbrak was exactly all the things that Richie had tried to tell Stanley that frat boys were. His brown hair flopped into his brown eyes, pressed down by some red snapback wore backwards, pair with a oversized red muscle shirt that showed off a ridiculous amount of sides and stomach and beige khaki jeans that looked glued to his legs. He was hot, and the smirk on his face showed that he knew it.

“Hi.” Richie said coldly.

Eddie leaned in closer, pressing against Richie’s side. “You know, I sort of run this shit. I’m in charge around here.” Eddie dragged his fingers down Richie’s bare arm, Richie trying to pretend that he didn’t get goosebumps. Eddie pressed completely against him to whisper in his ear. “That means I get my own room. The bed is a king sized. You wanna see it?”

Richie let out a bitter laugh. “You’re kidding, right? You’ve gotta do better than that.”

Eddie pulled back, blinking as the persona left his face completely.

“What?” Richie snickered, less bitter and much more amused this time. “Not used to being rejected?”

“Not really, no.” Eddie said slowly, shaking his head as though the last moments were imagined and he’d be able to knock them out.

Richie hummed. “Poor, poor, King Kaspbrak. Are you at risk of losing your crown?”

Eddie startled, looking Richie up and down quickly. “You know who I am?”

Richie gave him a disgusted look. “Don’t act all humble now, aren’t you the one who just waltzed up here talking about how you run this shit as though it’s some sort of achievement.”

“What’s your name?” Eddie asked, tucking his hands into his back pockets and nodded at Richie.

Richie checked Eddie out quickly then scoffed. “You want it?”

Eddie shrugged as though he couldn’t care less, but Richie saw how he flushed in the dim light of the house.

“Then earn it.”

Eddie let out a disgusted noise, scowling at Richie. “You’re not that hot, you know? Who shows up at a party wearing some school sweater?”

Richie scoffed. “You’re wearing the exact same sweater, dude.”

Eddie looked down at himself and flushed when he realized that, yes, he was wearing the same UCLA hoodie, right down to the style and colour. “Well! I’m a party of campus life, I have school spirit! What do you do?”

“Hurt the little fragile feelings of some Bambi-eyed frat boy, apparently.” Richie grinned cheekily down at Eddie, whose face flushed deeply. “There’s probably a hundred guys around here who would let you into their pants. Go find one of them.”

“Bold of you to assume there’s a hundred gay guys at this frat party.” Eddie said in a low voice.

“So go turn somebody,” Richie said with a waggle of his brow. “You’ve got gateway gay written all over you.”

“Gateway gay is so offensive, oh my God-” Eddie said, voice hitting up a pitch as though maybe it was supposed to sound like that. Richie jerked towards him, furrowing his brow while Eddie bit his bottom lip. “Whatever. Fuck you. No! I don’t want to fuck you.”

“You did 30 seconds ago.” Richie rolled his eyes. “And I think you still do.”

“Only because I think it’ll be hard for you to talk with your mouth stuffed full.” Eddie was standing at his full height, which was still about three inches shorter than Richie, and was openly glaring at him now. Richie couldn’t deny the burning that was starting in his gut, but from hatred or something else he wasn’t sure yet.

“Kaspbrak, that’s dirty.” Richie challenged with a wink. “Do you kiss your frat brothers goodnight with that mouth?”

Eddie pursed his lips, turning on his hip and storming off back towards the large groups of people. Richie laughed to himself, giving himself the chance to check Eddie Kaspbrak out as he walked away. He almost regretted turning him down- almost. It had just been too fun to resist.

Moving quickly through the crowd of drunken classmates, Richie finally laid eyes on Patty and sprinted towards her. Her face light up when she caught sight of him, though there was a delay between her smile and her eyes that implied she was more than a few drinks in. “Richie...” She cooed, reaching up and poking his cheeks with the tips of her fingers. “I love you! Where have you been?”

Richie chuckled. “Your boyfriend banished me so the two of you could ogle at Mike without be dragging you down.”

Patty’s eyes opened wide and leaned in close, despite only coming up to Richie’s shoulder at full height. “He’s like a God.”

Richie laughed, wrapping Patty up into a huge bear hug and swaying them around to the music. Patty let out a high pitched giggle into his chest, squeezing her arms around his waist.

“Stop stealing my love, Tozier!” Stan called through the crowd. Richie looked up to Stan and Mike coming towards them, walking a little too closely together, and Richie pressed Patty closer into his chest.

“Sorry, you can’t have her.” Richie sang, rocking softly on the spot with Patty. She giggled against his chest while kicking at his shins, and Stanley’s smile was all too fond to actually be annoyed. “She’s had enough of you and we’re running away together.”

“Richie!” Patty laughed against his chest, pulling away just to turn to face Stan and Mike, while resting backwards against Richie and allowing his arms to stay around her.

Stan rolled his eyes, smiling, then his gaze seemed to settle on something over something over Richie’s shoulder. He frowned. “Tozier, why is Eddie Kaspbrak glaring at you like you said something real offensive about this mother?”

Richie glanced over his shoulder, finding Eddie in the crowd quickly. The second their eyes met, Eddie gave him the dirtiest of looks. Richie purposely licked at his bottom lip and he swore he could see Eddie inhale.

Turning back to his friends, Richie caught sight of the look on Mike’s face. “Oh my god, whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t.”

Mike grinned, reaching out to grab Richie’s hand away from Patty and pulling him towards Eddie and his floppy haired frat brother. Patty and Stan followed quickly behind, Stan’s hand falling into Patty’s to keep her from stumbling and falling.

“Hey!” Mike called happily to his brothers, draping an arm around Richie’s shoulders and forcibly dragging Richie to stand in front of them. “Haaaave you met Richie?”

Oh fuck.

“Noo.....“ Richie groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the look of victory on Eddie’s face, though he felt it all the same.

“Richie, huh?” Eddie asked, voice dripping with smugness. “So that’s your name?”

Richie opened one eye, frowning. “Yeah. Congrats somebody gave you the answer. It’s not the same as winning.”

Eddie smirked, shrugging one shoulder. “I kind of think it is. So..” He stepped closer to Richie, slowly dragging his eyes over his torso. “Since I know your name now, does that mean I get to make you scream mine?”

Richie made overly loud vomiting noises, watching the awkward expression settling over Eddie’s face as his frat brothers began to laugh behind them. “Get better fucking material.”

Richie turned away, biting back his own grin, and walked off. Patty broke out into a fit of giggles, needing Stan to wrap an arm around her to lead her away from the boys. Mike turned to Eddie, an apologetic look on his face but Bill couldn’t contain his laughter.

“Looks like Kuh-Kaspbrak fuh-finally met his muh-match!”

“I know where you sleep, Denbrough.”

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Happier - part I

Hey hey hey! As I had announced here it is my new Roger fic. As always let me know what you think, I’d really appreciate that.

It can also be read as Ben!Roger

Summary: you work as an assistant at EMI and you meet Roger while organising Queen’s gig at Hyde Park. lots of fluff but then, after months of relationship, Roger admits something that breaks your heart and the two of you break up. You try to move on and so does he, but after two months of being apart you meet at a pub and you both have a date. What will happen? But most importantly, will you and Roger fall in love again after being forced to see each other everyday?

Warnings: none? it’s just an introductory chapter so even if a lot happens there are no warnings - not even Prenter!

You had first met Roger during the prep of Queen gig at Hyde Park. He was stunning with his long, blond hair and his bright smile. He did really look like a rockstar. At the time you were working as an assistant at EMI and you were giving a hand to organise the event. Since the first moment he spotted you he hadn’t been able to leave your side.

“You sure lights won’t cause any trouble in that corner?” He asked you, pointing at the spot with his finger. You took a deep breath and tried not to freak out. He had already asked you that question at least four times.

“Yes, they’re just fine right where they are.”

He looked at you with the corner of his eye, taking off his sunglasses. “And everyone’ll be able to see us. Even from behind?”

“Yes, the view is pretty good even from behind.”

You took a look at the list of things to do, trying to figure out what would be your next move, but you couldn’t focus— Roger was staring at you. You raised your gaze and you met his blue eyes. You raised a brow, confused by his behaviour.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

He shrugged as a little smile appeared on his face. “It’s Y/N, right?”

“Yeah” You replied, not really sure where he was getting at. You pulled your notebook close to your chest, staring at him with curiosity.

He slowly nodded and crossed his arms, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “I’m Roger.”

You chuckled at his words, looking away for a few instants before replying “I know, I’ve been organising your gig for a whole month by now.” It was a lie. His name was the only one you had memorised while organising the concert.

A girl passed by the both of you and she gave Roger a mischievous smile. He smiled back at her and followed her movements closely until she was jut of his sight.

You eye rolled at that behaviour and you were about to walk away when he said “We haven’t thanked you yet.”

“It’s nothing, actually it’s my job.”

A sound technician passed by you and gave you a nod. You gave him a little smile before turning again towards Roger.

“Are you gonna be there tonight?”

“Yeah, I have to make sure that everything’s going it way it should” You said with a shrug. You weren’t sure of the amount of spare time you had left so you tried to enjoy that little chitchat.

“You should take a break” He suggested and you laughed.

You shook your head in disbelief, murmuring “That’s not possible. I still have to check a lot of things, including your own drum set.”

He gave you an apologetic smile and gave a quick look behind his back. “C’mon, your boss isn’t even around. Just one drink, I promise. My drums will be just fine.”

You were about to give him an answer — which would have been negative, considering the fact that you didn’t want to get involved with rockstars and their odd behaviour, especially with someone like Roger — when you’ve been interrupted by one of his band mates. Barry? Brad? You couldn’t remember his name. “Hey mate, time for sound check!”

“Yeah, Bri. Coming!” Roger shouted back at him. Bri— Brian! That’s what it was.

“It looks like you’re pretty busy, too” You teased him and he took a deep breath.

He started to move back but his eyes were still locked on yours. He pointed a finger towards you and said “Don’t disappear — please? Stick around.”

“And where the hell am I supposed to go?” You murmured in response, going back to your duties.

That evening everything went just fine, no troubles with the lights or sound, the band seemed satisfied with your work and so was your boss. That’s exactly why you took a few moments to yourself to properly watch the show. The lead singer, Freddie, was the most flamboyant artist you’ve ever met. He just couldn’t stay still and he danced and sang all around stage. He constantly interacted with the rest of the band and he genuinely made you smile.

The guitarist — Brian! — was having for sure a great time, even though he seemed pretty focused on playing. Freddie was always dancing around him, accompanying his guitar solos with his dance moves.

You heard the others call the bassist ‘Deaky’ but you were pretty sure that wasn’t even a real name. He seemed to have a lot of fun on stage, showing off his disco moves while playing nonchalantly his bass. You just loved his platform boots.

It was hard for you to give a proper look at Roger— his drums were obstructing the view, but you had the chance to do it when he joined the rest of the band at the front of the stage. The white shirt that he was wearing brought out his blonde hair and blue eyes and you raised your brows at that sight. Almost angelic you’d say if you hadn’t known him.

“This is a song called ‘39” Brian announced to the crowd right before he started playing the guitar. He gave a look at Freddie, who said at the mic “C’mon, sing along!”

Roger was standing between Deaky — his name was still a mystery — and Freddie and he put his tongue between his teeth as he smiled. He rolled the tambourine on his hand, slowly turning his head towards the backstage. He immediately spotted you and you shyly waved at him. His smile grew wider as he gave you a nod before turning back to the crowd and start to play, singing along with Freddie and Brian.

You raised your brows by hearing his falsetto, genuinely impressed by that skill. He had caught you off guard but you were positively impressed. You realised you were still staring at him and you quickly cleared your throat, looking away from him as you said to the technician right next to you “Get ready to get those instruments off. And please don’t stumble on the mic’s wire.”

Even before you could notice, the gig was over and that’s pretty much when your real work started.

“Hey, be careful! Instruments need to be packed carefully” You said as you walked on stage in order to give directions to break all down.

“Alright folks, the only thing I wanna see left in this stage is the stage by itself. Be careful with the wires, the power’s still on. Can someone please shut the power off?”

“Wow I like you bossing around.” You turned towards Roger as you tried to keep under control all the dismantling, giving him an amused smile.

“‘m not bossing around, I’m just doing my job.”

“Yeah, you’re bossing around and it’s kinda hot, actually.” You immediately looked away, trying not to show him that you were blushing. You weren’t used to flirt with rockstars, most of the times they didn’t even pay attention to you, so it was all kinda new to you.

He wasn’t wearing his stage clothes anymore. He was now wearing a denim shirt which he left unbuttoned to show his bare belly and a pair of leather pants. When you looked down to his shoes you raised your brows in disbelief.

“Are those—” you cleared your throat, trying to sound as polite as possible “are those glittery pink... Converse?”

Roger followed your gaze and chuckled. “Yeah, what’s wrong with them? They’re pretty comfy.”

“And glittery” You added and you momentarily forgot about your duties.

“They make me look like a proper rockstar” He explained, pushing a stray lock of his hair out of his face.

“And why pink?”

He shrugged and you softly laughed. “Pink’s cool.”

“Yeah, right. Hey! Watch out or you’ll fall and break your neck!” You said as to warn one of the technician which was removing the stage lights without any sort of harnesses. Roger gave you an amused look, teasing you by saying “So you’re not bossing around, huh?”

“I’m just trying to avoid injuries. ‘kay, maybe I am bossing around but that’s because—”

“Hey, hey, hey. Slow down. I’m joking” He said softly, placing his hands on your shoulders. His eyes were right in front of yours. “You still owe me a drink, miss.”

You bit your lip as you thought about it and yeah— you still thought it wasn’t a good idea. It was nevera good idea to get involved with rockstars.

“I’ll think about it, Taylor.”

“So you’re making it hard, huh?”

You shrugged as you took a few steps back. With the corner of your eye you spotted his band mates waiting for him as they chatted. “It seems like you gotta go.”

He shot a glance towards his friends and sighed, saying “I’ll see you around?”

“I guess you will.”

And he did. He had courted you for almost two months before you’d actually change your mind about him and give him a chance. He’d asked your boss for your phone number and he had phoned you a week later. You’ve been in a few dates, nothing serious at all, but then you started to feel something for him. His charm had caught you. You had even followed him in the US!

“Roger, please don’t move.”

“Love, don’t take it bad but you’re pulling my hair. Ouch.” He winced and you gave him an apologetic smile through the mirror. “‘m sorry, I’ll try to be more careful.”

“‘s okay” He replied. “I was thinking...”

You raised your gaze from his hair, giving him a quick glance before nodding at him. “What?”

“We should take some time off after the tour. Just the two of us.” He was looking at you with... hope, maybe?

You bit your lower lip as you tried not to smile, thinking about his proposal. “You wanna spend it cuddling all day?”

“I was thinking of something different. Cuddling’d be included, of course.” You could tell he had something in mind.

“Like what?”

His smile grew wider as he replied “Like a trip.”

“A trip? Where?”

He shrugged and met your gaze through your reflection. “Around Europe. You always mention Paris and how much you’d like to visit the Louvre. We could also visit Venice, or Rome! Bloody hell, I could also take you to Antarctica if that’s what makes you happy.”

You chuckled at his words, placing your hands on his shoulders. “I don’t need and expensive trip to be happy with you, Roger.”

“I know, I know. Just thought it might be fun, playing the tourist just the two of us.” He was even more excited than you about that idea and you didn’t feel to say no to him. That’s why you slowly nodded, putting away the comb and moving in front of him.

“That sounds great” You murmured as you leaned towards him. He took you by your wrists and made you sit on his lap, causing you to chuckle. “Roger! The boys are here.”

“We’re doing nothing wrong” He whispered near your lips, sending shivers down your spine. You placed a hand on his chest and with the other you started to stroke his hair. “For now” He added and you parted your lips in disbelief.

“Roger! Besides you’ve the show in less than half an hour, it sound like you have to wait.”

“The things I could do to you in less than half an hour” He whispered and you giggled, shaking your head. You leaned your forehead against his as you felt your cheeks blush. “How do you say ‘I love you’ in french?”

“Je t’aime” You softly said, leaning back in order to meet his eyes. He touched your lips with his thumb, murmuring “Well then Je t’aime, dove.”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Never been more serious.” A shy smile appeared in his face. You shook your head as you caressed his neck, murmuring with your eyes locked in his “I love you too. I tell you this in english so that there are no misunderstandings.”

Roger softly laughed and replied “No misunderstandings at all” before gently kiss you.

You’ve had the best times with him— you’ve had your most sincere laughs because of him, you’ve experienced what love feels like. You also grew closer to the boys and their girlfriends and you always had a great time together.

You’ve spent the most amazing two years of your life as Roger’s girlfriend, but as the greatest love stories, it came to an end.

It happened almost two months during a huge fight you’ve had. Things seemed different during the last weeks of your relationship.

“You act like if the fault is only mine! You’re too busy with your stupid job to actually care about me.” Roger’s words were full of venom.

You parted your lips, shocked by his harshness.”My stupid job? We’ve met thanks to my stupid job, you moron! And it’s not only on me. You’be been choosing music over me for a long while by now.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He shouted, throwing his arms in the air.

You slipped your fingers in your hair in frustration, replying “When you’re home — which happens very rarely by now — we do nothing but talk about your music! And I am happy, I really, really am, that Queen are gaining all this success but God! It’s so frustrating!”

“Are you serious right now?”

You glanced at him with narrowed eyes. “Of course I am!”

He rubbed his eyes before keep shouting “Don’t you even dare putting all of this on me.”

“I am not!”

He shook his head, taking a seat on the couch right in front of you. He took a deep breath and his blue eyes were full of concern. “I’ve gotta tell you something.”

You crossed your arms in your chest, nodding at him as sign to go on. “In Oakland, during our last tour... we’ve been into this huge party. Fred’s friends.” You didn’t like the turn the fight was taking so you sat down in the armchair right in front of him. Your legs were like jelly.

“Go on” You softly said and he raised his gaze to meet yours. His hands were joined in front of him, covering his mouth.

He took a deep breath before keep talking. His voice was low and hoarse. “We were at this party and we drank a lot, all of us. There were plenty of girls and there’s been— fuck, there’s been touching and flirting and I...”

“Roger, what did you do?” Your words were nothing but a whisper when you spoke, your eyes becoming glossy. The thought of him with another woman broke your heart.

“No— nothing! For fuck’s sake, I didn’t do anything, I swear.” He quickly reached you, kneeling in front of your and taking your hands into his. His eyes were as glossy as yours.

You let out a sob before nodding, not entirely sure if to believe him or not. “Then what is it?”

He met your gaze breathing shakily, slowly caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. “I did think of doing it, though.”

You bit your bottom lip as you tried not to cry in front of him but you miserably failed. He placed both of his hands on your cheeks, wiping away all your tears. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Guilt was killing me. I cannot imagine doing something like that to you but—”

“But you always think of it” You ended the sentence for him and he slowly nodded.

“This isn’t working anymore, Y/N.”

And that’s how you broke up. You could experience that what they say around it’s not true. It doesn’t become easier with time, it hurts even more. You were used to wake up next to him, his cologne to be the first perfume you scented in the morning but now you were waking up in an empty, cold bed.

You were still in touch with the girls— Veronica, Chrissie and Mary. They’ve been by your side for entire days when it happened, trying to cheer you up. And they also pushed you to accept the offer for a dinner of one of your colleagues and superiors, Noah.

It still felt like you were cheating on Roger, and that’s exactly what you told them while picking a dress.

“Y/N, my love, you’re not together anymore. You’re not cheating on him, you’re moving on.” Veronica tried to change your mind as she rooted around your necklaces, trying to choose the right one for your dress.

Chrissie backed her up. “Yeah, exactly. Besides, didn’t Noah tell you he had an amazing news for you?”

“Yeah” You murmured as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. “Is it too much?”

“And you haven’t any idea of what it might be about?” Mary asked at the same moment Chrissie said “No, it isn’t. Don’t start to overthink.”

You turned towards them and Veronica approached you to make you wear a silver necklace. “Nope, he didn’t say much.”

“And that’s another reason why you have to go out with him. You have to find out what this is about.”

“Ronnie!” You replied in an amused tone and the girls chuckled behind her.

Mary laid on your bed, placing her head on the palm of your hand as she looked at you. “When is he coming to pick you up, by the way?”

“In five minutes. Please behave, we need to make a good impression.”

Chrissie nodded at Veronica, who chuckled and said “Right, the boss.”

“He isn’t exactly my boss” You objected but you bursted into laughter as soon as you noticed Chrissie mischievous look.

Mary was about to reply when the doorbell interrupted her. You froze but then Veronica helped you to grab your purse and your key. She fixed your hair while she pushed you to the door, murmuring “Go and have fun.”

“And don’t make anything I wouldn’t do!” Chrissie shouted from your bedroom, followed by Mary who said “You look hot, by the way. Fuck that moron, go and have fun!”

And maybe you would have listened to them. You weren’t going to think about Roger for the whole night.

Noah was breathtaking— he was wearing a white shirt, his brown hair was way shorter than you remembered and he had his sunglasses on, hiding his green eyes. He quickly took them off and he didn’t even try to hide that the was staring at you.

“Wow” He mouthed. “You look... amazing.”

“Thanks, you look good, too” You softly said. He cleared his throat and pinned his sunglasses on his half-unbuttoned shirt. “You ready to leave?” He asked and you quickly nodded. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Let’s go then.” He offered you his arm and you held on it in order not to stumble on the stairway.

During the ride he asked you lots of questions about your life, your family and he seemed interested for real at your answers. You made your way to the pub in only a few minutes and you kept chatting as you walked towards the reception.

“Did he really forgot his own show?” You asked him, stunned. Noah quickly nodded and chuckled, saying “Yeah! We had half EMI looking for him and he was in a shitty hotel with an incredible hungover.”

You were still holding his arm as you waited for the receptionist. Unlike what you thought, your date had barely started and you were already having a good time.

“I can’t believe that. What happened in the end?”

“John tried to make him look as— hey! Taylor!” Noah’s attention had been caught by two newcomers. Your smile faded away as soon as you turned to see who they were.

Roger was standing across the hallway, his arm surrounding the hips of an unknown blonde.

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