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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Shine Bright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Star!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: fluff, angst, being kidnapped and almost killed, but then fluff again

Summary: Hydra wants to reign eternally, and the best way to do that is to eat a falling star's heart. They knock you out of orbit but didn't expect the Avengers to find you first.

Squares Filled: stars (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: This takes place during or after FATWS, but I've made John evil, and everyone who died post-Endgame is alive and well.

I am absolutely in love with the movie "Stardust", so I decided to base this story on that! The picture down below DOES NOT represent the reader at all, I just wanted to showcase the movie.

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The sky above is still and peaceful. There isn’t a cloud in sight that allows visibility to whoever looks up at it. John Walker looks through the telescope and positions it on the star Hydra is targeting. If he wasn’t on a mission right now, he’d appreciate the stars shining brightly for their human audience.

“John, is everything in position?”

“On my end. What about yours?”

John looks at his coworker who is in charge of the missile they plan on using for this mission. The man tweaks the numbers and aligns them with the correct star.

“We’re ready.”

All eyes turn to Valentina Allegra de Fontaine. She is in charge of this whole operation under the assumption this is for the CIA. She sits at the large desk in the middle of the room, leans back, and rests her hands in her lap.

“Fire away, gentlemen.”

John and his coworker turn the machine on and launch the missile at the star. John rushes over to the telescope and watches as it flies into the sky, breaks off into tiny pieces, and zooms straight into the heart of the star. Instead of blowing it up like most missiles do, it knocks the star off its orbit and sends it straight down to Earth. Whatever John is seeing through the telescope, everyone can see on the monitors in the room so that Valentina can see what’s going on.

Everyone watches it fall straight to Earth to a place they don’t know. They can’t predict the crash site for something as big as a star but it won’t be hard to track it down. Once they figure out where it is, they’ll have so much fun dissecting it for what they truly need it for.

It was Tony’s idea that the entire team kick back and relax after a hard working week. Sam and Wanda brought out the board games that can account for a lot of people since everyone lives at the compound. The only one not here is Thor but that’s because he has duties to complete on Asgard.

“Okay, this time, don’t cheat,” Tony says to Sam.

“Hey, that was one time and I was trying to get Steve.”

The game they’re playing is Cards Against Humanity, something they all love to play—adult edition. What’s a good night in with alcohol and friends if not for an inappropriate game?

“Bucky, you in or not?”

“Yeah, pass me some cards.”

With everyone on board, the game can get started. The first few rounds were hilarious and the next couple was causing a lot of people to drink. Tony loves to put a spin on his games. If he can get people to drink, then a lot of people are getting drunk. By the tenth round, everyone is relaxed and willing to kick things up a notch.

Tony brings out a Truth or Dare drinking game when something bright lights up the night sky.

“What the hell is that?” Clint asks.

Everyone gets up and gathers around the window to watch it fall to the ground. It lands not far from the Avenger’s Compound but far enough to where they can’t see it.

“Tony, Sam, let’s check it out,” Steve says seriously.

Tony and Sam get suited up while Steve fetches his shield. Steve catches a ride with Tony to travel two hours from the Compound in Madison County. There is a big crater on the ground from the impact of the white light, and the three men tread carefully over to it. Steve’s shield is in front of him ready to protect him, Sam’s drone, Redwing, flies next to him cautiously, and Tony’s repulsors are ready and waiting to be fired.

Tony expected to see some kind of weapon in the middle of the crater but instead of a thing, it’s a person--you. You’re wearing a white dress that goes down to your feet, and you have a white glow about you. You groan in pain just as the light dies down and you look up at the three men staring at you.

“What the hell happened?” you ask.

You look to the sky to see your sisters shining in the night sky. How the hell did you get from up there to down here?

“Who are you?” Steve asks.

“My name is Y/N. Who are you?”

“Steve, Tony, and Sam. What happened here?”

“I don’t know. One minute I was shining in the sky and the next I’m down here and in pain.”

“Shining in the sky?”

“I’m a star. I was minding my own business and someone knocked me out of orbit.”

Steve, Tony, and Sam walk down the crater’s walls and toward you cautiously. They still don’t know if you’re good or not until you get up and reveal what’s been behind you this whole time. A shell of a missile that has the Hydra symbol on the side of it.

“We need to get her inside. If Hydra wants her, then she must be special. We can’t just leave her here.”

“Leave me here? What the hell is going on here?”

“If Hydra wants you, it’s for a reason. We should get you inside before they come looking for you.”

Going with them beats sitting here and waiting for someone bad to find you. Everyone who was left behind waits eagerly for the men’s return, and they’re shocked when they return with a gorgeous woman. You’re scared of the many unknowns of your situation: who are these people? What do they want from you? Who is after you? Are you in danger? Will these people hurt you?

“Who is this?” Natasha asks.

“The white light.”

“Here, sit,” Steve offers, and you take a seat away from everyone else. He knows you’re scared so he’s trying to make this as easy as possible for you. “She’s a star.”

“A star?” Bucky asks with two eyebrows raised.

“As I said to them earlier, I was living peacefully in the sky when something knocked me out of orbit.”

“Hydra knocked her out of the sky. They must want a star.”

“Why? What’s so significant about a star?” Bucky asks.

“There’s lore around shooting stars,” you explain. “For centuries, people have tried to get stars to fall to Earth for their hearts. If our hearts are consumed, it’ll grant the person a sort of immortality. No one can live forever, but our hearts can extend life for centuries. Many of my sisters have fallen and died because of it.”

“Hydra must want to reign for a long time,” Steve theorizes. “Listen, why don’t you stay here until we can figure out how to get you back into the sky.”

“Can we even do that?” Natasha wonders.

“There’s a way. It’s complicated but there’s always a way.”

“Bucky, why don’t you show her to the room next to yours.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you,” you sigh and follow the man with a metal arm. He’s very quiet and doesn’t talk much which you relate to. “I appreciate your kindness.”

“Sure. Let me know if you need anything.”

Bucky leaves you alone in the room and you sit on the bed in thought. You never sleep at night and allow yourself to rest during the day so you’re not tired at all. Bucky looks at you before he leaves but pauses. You look so scared and nervous that he can’t help but walk back into the room to be with you. He sits next to you on the bed and wipes both hands on his jeans.

“I was once new here. I didn't know anyone besides Steve. I’m gonna help you figure out a way to get you home.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

The rest of the night is uneventful but right before the sun rose, your eyes started to droop. All of your sisters are sleeping as you’re supposed to be, but the Avengers are so loud you can’t fathom sleeping with this noise. If Hydra wants you then they must have a base somewhere to hold the equipment to knock a star out of orbit. All that equipment will take a lot of money to acquire and a lot of space to hold, so they all come up with places that can be potential bases.

“Ah, there she is. We need your help,” Tony says and waves you into the room.

“What are you guys doing?” you sigh and slump over to them.

“We’re trying to figure out where Hydra’s base is. If we can, then we can plan an attack before they try and come for you.”

“Great,” you sit down and place your chin in your hand.

All of them start talking over one another creating a small headache to form.

“Y/N, I know you’re tired but can you remember where the missile came from? If we can get a sense of direction, we can narrow potential places significantly.”

“I’m not tired, Steve, I’m exhausted. I never stay awake during the day. I need to sleep and rest but you’re all being so loud,” you sigh.

“Come with me,” Bucky offers.

Bucky leads you past both your rooms and to a wing of the compound that rarely is used. This place is the farthest from where anyone is gonna be. There is a spare bedroom down here that Bucky takes you to, and he opens the door for you.

“You’ll be able to get some sleep here. I come here when I want to be alone. It’s quiet.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you smile.

Your entire body shines slightly to show how happy you are but Bucky doesn’t think much of it. You’re a star. You’re supposed to be shining. All he does is give you a friendly smile and leave you alone to rest. It’s easy for you to fall asleep and you stay asleep for the whole day. When the sun goes down, your body wakes you up to start shining. Then you remember where you are and your glow dims.

You’re ready to take the night on and wander until you find the majority of the Avengers. They’ve been working hard all day to figure out where the Hydra base is and are now taking a break to watch a movie.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Tony says when you enter the room.

“Got room for one more?”

Bucky moves over so you can sit next to him, and you blush slightly when your leg brushes up against his.

“Did you find out where Hydra is located?”

“No. They have defense walls that aren’t coming up on our radars, but we have Friday constantly looking for a way in.”

“Who’s Friday?”

“My AI,” Tony answers.

He turns the movie up so everyone can hear it, and you turn to Bucky with a shy smile.

“Thank you for letting me use your space,” you whisper.

“I don’t mind.”

“What movie are you guys watching?”

“Dumb and Dumber. They love it.”

You try to get into the movie but you’re not connecting to it as much as you hope to. Everyone laughs at the same time when something funny happens but not you. You’re not sure if you fit in well with this group. Humans have always been part of your fascination but you only know of the evolution of them, not them personally.

“Excuse me,” you whisper and get up.

Bucky watches you walk off toward our room without another word. He knows more than most what trying to fit in feels like and how bad he can feel when he doesn’t. He leaves his friends and follows you to your room. You’re sitting on the balcony and staring at the night sky where your sisters are.

“I promise I’m coming home. I’m figuring out a way to do that,” you sigh.

They twinkle to let you know they hear you.

“Mind if I join you?” Bucky knocks on the balcony doors.

“No.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m not really a group person.” Bucky sits next to you on the lounge chair. “I’m more of a loner. I didn’t have any planets orbiting me, and the closest star to me is my sister Vega. She’s such a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m more of a loner, too.”

“My sisters are the only ones I can count on, and they’re watching over me right now to make sure I’m okay.” 

Bucky looks up and they twinkle so he can see where they’re located.

“When you were in the sky, could you watch over humans?”

“It was my favorite thing to do. I’ve watched humans grow since they first arrived. I see the value in human life because it ends. They’ve come a long way from where they first started.”

“I’ve never met a star before. You’re pretty nice and beautiful.”

Your body shines a bit at his compliment.

“Thank you. Stars are pure and innocent despite the violence and horrors we see on a daily basis. We represent everything good about the world. We represent beauty.”

“I can tell,” he smiles.

Your body shines a bit more the more you are happy being here with Bucky. The stars in the sky shine a bit brighter when they see their sister happy.

Hydra hasn’t made a move against the Avengers over the course of the following week because they’re not sure how they can approach the situation. Valentina knows exactly where the star is and she can’t charge in like she normally would. The Avengers are powerful that deserve careful planning and strategy to overcome.

 Meanwhile, you and Bucky have grown closer. When you’re not sleeping, you’re spending as much time with Bucky as you can. There is only a short amount of time you can spend with him before one of you needs to sleep. In the beginning, you were only allowed a couple of hours to be with him, but now you’re spending half a day with him. You’re slowly starting to fall asleep later in the morning and waking up later in the night. It’s something you’re willing to change in order to be with Bucky.

“Tell me something,” Bucky says.

You two are lying on the roof of the building admiring the night sky which is sure to come soon. Your skin is glowing brightly that if whoever were to look up at the roof, they’d see nothing but a white glow.

“What?” you ask and look at him.

“I know that stars shine but do you get to choose when you get to? I’ve seen you with and without.”

“I shine when I’m happy,” you say with a bright smile, “and I’m happy right now with you.”

You and Bucky stay on the roof until there is no more sunlight left in the sky, and you yawn tiredly.

“Tired?”

“A little bit.”

“Let’s go back inside.”

You and Bucky head back inside your room to get ready for the night, and you look at your bed in thought.

“You know, I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been transitioning into sleeping at night so I’m still struggling a bit. I might be able to sleep better if it were next to you.”

Bucky holds his flesh hand out, too scared to use his metal hand for fear of breaking you. He takes you to his room where you two get comfortable underneath the sheets. He’s shocked he can sleep with you shining next to him but it gives him a sense of comfort knowing you feel safe enough with him to shine.

The next morning, you wake with a smile on your face and your skin glowing.

“This is the first time I slept through the night.” You look beside you but Bucky isn’t there. The brightness dims on your skin until it looks normal. “Bucky?” You get up and walk around the compound in search of Bucky, and you find him in the main room where the other Avengers are. “What’s going on?”

“We found Hydra’s base. Nat’s gonna stay here with you,” Tony declares.

Your eyes immediately find Bucky’s.

“You’re not gonna stay here with me?”

“I know Hydra like the back of my hand. I have to go with them.”

“Oh, okay.”

Tony, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, and Sam get geared up to go while you and Natasha stay behind. She’s decked in her gear just in case something happens. She has the capabilities to keep you safe since you’re not a fighter--you’re a lover. You don’t think you could fight even if you wanted to.

“So, how long have you been with the team?” you ask.

“Too long.” You look away in thought and bounce your leg nervously. “Look, I haven’t known Bucky for very long but he’s trying. He used to be one of the bad guys but he’s doing a helluva lot more good to make up for the bad. He knows how to handle Hydra. He’s going to be okay.”

“I know,” you nod with uncertainty.

You and Natasha make conversation for the next couple of hours when the alarms start blaring inside the compound.

“Stay here.”

“You’re leaving me alone?” you gasp.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Just stay here and don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Natasha is gone before you have a chance to question her further. You wait nervously for her to come back because you have no clue where she is, what’s going on, and who is inside the compound. After an hour of waiting around, you get up and look out the window. Everything seems normal as if there isn't an intruder inside. Footsteps near the room you’re in, ad you turn to the door waiting to see Natasha.

The door opens and you smile.

“I was beginning to worry.”

The smile is lost when you see a strange woman with four soldiers around her.

“So was I. The easy part was tracking you down. Stars have a bit of… aura about them that is easily tracked. The hard part was infiltrating this place. I had to make sure I had all my bases covered. You’re coming with us.”

“No,” you stand your ground.

“No? Emilio.” One of the men takes out a tablet from one of the pockets and flips it open. He presses a few buttons and shows you what’s on the screen. All your friends are tied with Hydra soldiers all around them. Of course, you’re worried about all of them but you can’t help but look at Bucky. “Either come with me or your friends will be killed.”

You have no choice but to go with her.

The woman, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, leads you through the large Hydra base to a big room with a staircase leading up to a small landing. A large table is on the landing with a  medical cart next to it. There is nothing but different sizes of knives--knives that will be used to cut your heart out.

“A shining star’s heart is the way to go, but I’ll settle for your scared little one any day of the year.” You’re only doing this because you’re scared of what these people are going to do to Bucky if you fight back. You’re forced onto the table where Valentina straps you down so you’re not tempted to leave. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure to make it quick and painless.”

She grabs one of the sharpest knives and walks over to you. You close your eyes and send a quick prayer to your sisters in hopes they can hear you. She raises her knife when the double doors slam open. You both look to see Bucky storming in with his deadly gun.

“Bucky!” you smile and shine brightly at the sight of him.

“Get him!” Valentina orders.

A dozen guards make their way into the room and start shooting at Bucky who is more than prepared to handle them. Bullets fly as your concern for Bucky grows. However, he seems to beat every single one of them as he makes his way closer to you.

“Emilio!” Valentina yells.

The big guy who was with her earlier steps into the room with two charged electric gloves. His metal armor makes him immune to the bullets Bucky is firing at him, and he gives him an uppercut when he reaches him. Bucky goes flying across the room and uses his vibranium arm to slow his descent down the walkway.

Emilio and Bucky meet in the middle as they fistfight for your honor. There is no way Valentina is cutting your heart out now. She wants to see how this fight is gonna end. She is pretty confident that her soldier is going to win against the Winter Soldier, but oh how wrong she is. The double doors bust open and Wanda comes in with red magic at her fingertips. Tony and Steve are behind her ready to fight whoever they need to in order to save you.

Red magic encases Emilio to hold him still while Bucky delivers a deadly punch to the bottom of his jaw. Emilio is thrown across the room and knocks into a mirror, and he slides down it unconsciously. Valentina sees the urgency of the situation and raises the knife.

“Tony, heads up.”

Steve rears his shield back and throws it in Valentina’s direction, and Tony shoots his repulsors at the shield to make it fly the rest of the way. Valentina tries to escape but is hit before she can find coverage. She falls to the ground completely knocked out. Bucky runs up the staircase and over to you with an easy smile.

“You really thought I’d let you get sacrificed?”

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Bucky undoes your ties and helps you off the table, and the both of you run down the staircase to the other Avengers. Before you can reach them, all the doors that lead into the room slam open. Dozens upon dozens of guards come in with their weapons, weapons that can kill everyone here. There are too many guards for Wanda to control and too many for them to take on.

They might not be able to but you can. You pull Bucky into you and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hold onto me and close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“What do stars do best?” You pull him down so that his face is nestled into the shape of your neck. “They shine.”

Your entire body shines with the intensity of a real star. Your teammates cover their eyes to protect themselves but the same thing can’t be said for the Hydra soldiers. Your light kills whoever dares look into it, and the soldiers in the very back leave as quickly as they can before they can succumb to your light. You pull away from Bucky and dim your light knowing that these soldiers aren’t going to hurt them anymore.

After Valentina is apprehended and taken back to the States for punishment through the CIA, Bucky returns back to the Compound with you by his side. There is a lot of paperwork that Nick Fury has to fill out, and Tony and Steve offered to stay behind to scour through the base and see what kinds of things Hydra has been up to.

The night sky is shining brighter than normal because your sisters are happy for your safe return.

“They say thank you for saving me,” you say to Bucky.

“No problem,” he says to the sky before looking back down at you. “She’s worth saving.”

“You know, these last two weeks with you have been amazing. If I’m being honest, I’m having second thoughts about going back. I don’t want to leave you.”

“I don’t want you to leave either.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer by your hips.

“Maybe staying here for a while longer won’t be so bad.”

He slides one hand up your body to your jaw which he cups. He leans down and kisses you with such intensity that causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The stars twinkle in the sky as your own light shines brightly for all to see.

x

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[itsmattchou]

even if it's a dream, i like it !

pairing: zb1 maknae line x fem!reader warnings: swearing, broke reader, mentions of food, reader being drunk in gyuvins, english isn't my first language!!! genre: fluff, kind of crack if you squint synopsis: zb1 + kdrama cliches notes: had that idea so long ago and finally i have done it!! yay yippee. school has started again n i am not haply about it

SHEN QUANRUI :: rich boy x poor girl

who's seen this coming? everyone. everyone did.

ADDITIONALLY he fits the secret millionaire trope (my dream fr) but that's for another post

you grew up in a poor household, sometimes struggling to afford basic things

so you had a job after school to help your parents with money

your grades weren't all that good either as you barely had time to study

so now, after graduation, your job kind of ✨sucked✨

you work in some korean bbq shop and the salary is pretty much mid🥰

there was a group of people that were regulars at your store; they were most likely working at that firm nearby and went out to eat here because it was most convenient

but there was also a really handsome man among these people, and he seemed kind of interested in you???

but he always wore luxury items and shii n that stuff is intimidating, especially to a broke loser like u r

until he suddenly entered the shop without his colleagues and ordered what he usually ordered

but BAM when he paid he also asked your for your number and also asked you out on a date

BAM you said yes

bro took you out on multiple dates, always trying to woo you with his wealth but you weren't really affected by it (you know that scene in business proposal? "you know what my love and this card have in common?"? yes he pulled that stunt too. INSPIRED by the kdrama of course!)

IT HONESTLY THREW HIM OFF. but it also made you even more interesting to him so💕

you finally convinced him to let you plan a date and let you pay for everything (it took a lot of convincing.) and on that date you managed to learn more about his real personality he usually hid behind all his money

lovelicky > rich ricky every day fr

anyway you started being gf bf eventually!! he was out there spoiling you rotten and you were trying your hardest to keep him humble

lovely😍

KIM GYUVIN :: piggyback ride

for the sake of this headcanon. you two are legal adults OKAY?

SO you two were working in the same company!

he was the fun and loud colleague, while you were mostly keeping to yourself and focusing on work

you weren't all that close at all, more like acquaintances

but he was very nice to be around, so you liked working with him🫶

as you've seen it in kdramas, the whole group of colleagues sometimes goes out to eat or drink!

so now you were in some korean bbq restaurant (the stories connect😱) with them yay

gyuvin was busy telling a story about his pet toad gerald he had at age 7, ricky was busy staring at one of them korean bbq workers, and you were silently deciding on drinking tonight or not

but as you've also seen in kdramas, your higher ups ended up making you drink a shit ton with them for NO FUCKING REASONNN👹

it didn't help that your alcohol tolerance was really low too

so by the end of the night you were pretty much wasted. but hey, at least you were conscious!

gyuvin really liked you and your shy persona! so he was like "yo let me take her home" when your colleagues tried to figure out how to get you home

he knew you lived close by so he just decided to give you a lil piggyback ride to your home

you were way more outgoing when drunk, gyuvin figured

you were chewing his ear off about some drunk nonsense he could barely understand because you kept mumbling

when you arrived in front of your apartment, he made you enter the pin code and brought you in, trying to get you ready for bed (more or less)

you kept blabbering and somehow ended up crying your eyes out because you remembered gyuvins pet toad gerald had died

bro was straight up panicking😭😭

he tried to comfort you and (another cliché) you ended up falling asleep on him, leaving him NO CHOICE other than staying the night🫶🫶 because YOU DID NOT LET GO 👹

PARK GUNWOOK :: "yes, very beautiful."

schoolmates/friends to lovers? yes very much🥰🥰

and to spice it up you can imagine it as academic rivals to friends to lovers

ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS IS SUCH A GUNWOOK TROPE UGHHHHH💥

but, this too, is for another post <3

anyway!!

so i'm pretty sure south korea does not have a 4th of july typa thingy

or do they? i have no idea

but let's pretend they do! i mean why shouldn't south korea celebrate america's independence?! 😁

it was the day of that long awaited cool festival yay! and your friendgroup decided to go together

gunwook n you are in said friendgroup ^

so after school all of you met up at the festival ground and started to check out all the tents and what not

the hours went by quickly and the fireworks, the highlight of that festival, were getting closer n closer

but this is a fucking kdrama so naturally your friendgroup got separated because of the big crowd shortly before the fireworks started🥰

leaving you and gunwook alone. obviously

figuring you wouldn't be able to find your friends before it started, you two just searched for a nice spot to watch from

gunwooks mind was just racing because poor boy highkey has a crush on you (and you were oblivious to it👍🏻)

you found a great spot, not all too crowded and the firework show went off

it was really a gorgeous sight. all those different colors in the nightsky and the stars?? pretty

you were watching excitedly, your eyes practically glowing

"wow, look at this gunwook!! isn't it beautiful?", you asked, thinking he was watching the fireworks just like you did

he was watching you instead, a small smile forming on his lips at the endearing sight of you

"yes, very beautiful," he answered, truthfully

HAN YUJIN :: you trip and he catches you

now this one isn't only a kdrama cliché but you get it

off topic but i was reading that book where this happened like 5 times before they officially started dating (in 200 pages) i was screaming because it was so oVERUSED

anyway! now i'm also using this overused thing! yay! 🤩

so idk if you remember but i wrote one reaction that was like "them when you fall asleep on their shoulder". this thing happened prior to that (you n yujin really are a kdrama couple bro)

so your class were on this fun class trip where you were just. walking through a forest.

and the guide was talking about nature and shit, which wasn't very interesting, not gonna lie💀💀

so you were playing around with your friend yujin

who also happened to be your crush WHAAAAAT😱

you two were walking at the very back, not really trying to keep up with the rest of your class

but still making sure not to fall behind too much. losing them would be a big no no🥴

the path, of course, wasn't very even

it's a in a fucking forest after all WHAT DID U EXPECT

so while talking to yujin about something silly that happened to you just a few days ago, you weren't really paying attention to where you were going

and ended up falling over a branch! oh no!

but yujin reacted quickly and caught you before you could hit the ground, one hand grabbing your arm and the other holding your waist

CUE that short n awkward moment of eye contact while you're still in shock

"uhm" "yeah"

he let's you go and you two just continue going your way, pretending that shit never happened for the sake of everything 🥰

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 x reader #zb1 headcanons #zb1 reactions #zb1 scenarios #boys planet #han yujin x reader #park gunwook x reader #kim gyuvin x reader #shen ricky x reader #shen quanrui x reader #shen ricky #ricky x reader #zerobaseone fluff #zerobaseone reactions #zerobaseone scenarios #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone imagines #kim gyuvin #han yujin #park gunwook #ricky shen

[short-skirt-longjackett]

Renewal Isn’t a Lie Anymore pt. 7

(woooooooah look at me posting👀)

-Edward Nashton x gn!reader

-warnings: confessing, nsfw, sub! virgin! eddie, blowjob, protective sex, riding (<3)

“Edward are you...the Riddler..?” your breathed heavily, feeling your legs shake. You were looking at the man who swore to fix Gotham by killing off the liars and would make videos exposing politicians. 

You rarely use his first name, showing how serious you are. Edward raised his hands a bit, “Y/n let’s talk about this…like the adults we are..” he said slowly as you gulped.

”Did you kill all those people..? Why?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Edward ran his fingers through his hair, “Because, Y/n, I’m cleansing Gotham…I need to purge this city of the liars..” Edward said, trying to keep his composure.

Sure, you didn’t like anyone he killed considering they were corrupt and when you met them they were assholes to you solely because you married Bruce but…these were still people.

“So you were the one who wrote all those letters and riddles to me…” you asked, he was the one all along. You were his angel. “Yes…When I dress a ‘The Riddler’ it gives me the confidence I don’t have as Edward Nashton…Though this is how I fix Gotham, this is also how I protect you.”

“Protect me? How do you protect me?” curiosity filling your voice. “You really don’t know the people you work with? Or that watch you?” he said, chuckling almost, but you didn’t like that so he stopped.

“So many of these officials want you out of the spotlight, since you’re actually helping Gotham you’re taking money from their pockets. Do you know how many of your “friends” want you dead?!” he snapped, taking deep breathes. He doesn’t want to yell at you, but he needs you to understand.

You flinched a bit at his words, “I had seen so many emails discussing what to do... I have seen emails talking about your work, your appearance...your body.. you want to know what precious mayor said how he would love to ‘ruin your body’...Other than their crimes to the city, I can’t have them touch or hurt you..” Edward confessed, stepping closer and taking his mask out of your hands, cupping your hands instead, “I have been planning this for years, but my plans only deviated a bit since...you came along. You give me hope and feel so loved, I don’t want to lose you now.”

You felt your emotions oppose each other. On one hand you have a serial killer that has promised to change the shit hole city you are trying to fix yourself. But on the other hand, you...love Edward. He has showed true love, real affection, and has secretly protected without you knowing. Edward showed you affection and attention when your own husband wouldn’t. This was a battle between your brain and heart...

and your heart won.

You kissed Edward quickly, your hands going to his face, holding his cheeks. Edward wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. He brought the both of you to his bed, laying on top of you. He kissed you with such passion, something so foreign to you. Flipping positions, you were on top, straddling his waist. His hands went to your hands, helping you grind your ass against him.

“Eddie... I want you..” you moaned into the kiss, adding your tongue. Edward pulled away, “W-Wait…before we start, I have to confess…” he said, you listening carefully.

“I-I’m a virgin..” he confessed, feeling ashamed and embarrassment. You kissed his cheek, “That’s alright honey, I can go slow and take my time with you. I won’t rush anything…Tonight’s going to be about you.” you smiled, brushing loose hair out of his face then kissing his cheek.

Edward swore he was going to cry, you were so nice to him while others would have made fun of him. He pulled you in for another kiss, before you started to kiss along his neck. His body felt tingly, gripping your hips. You sucked on his skin, leaving multiple hickies a long his neck. Edward was in heaven, feeling you mark him and you grind on his dick was amazing.

You moved down, leading to him sitting up to watch you on your knees, palming him through his pants, “I’ve been wanting this for so long..” you mumbled, “Can I..?” you asked, your hands holding the waist band of his pants and boxers. He nodded as you slowly pulled them down.

You blushed when his dick sprung out of his pants. It was impressive, you squeezed your thighs, “You’re so big Eddie, I hope I can take you all in.” you smiled before licking up his shaft to the tip. He shuttered, this was so new to him.

You bobbed your head up and down, Edward whimpering as you did. He didn’t really know what to do with his hands, so he placed them in your head, helping you move up and down. You take him all the way in and he moans very loudly, “T-Thank you..!”

You pulled away and smiled, “You enjoying yourself Eddie?” you asked, stroking him fast as you did. He nodded quickly, whining as you stopped your hand, “H-Hey, by the way i have condom in my top drawer..” he mumbled out.

Leaning over a bit, you opens his top drawer and was surprised. You found condoms, a flesh light, lube, and bullet sized vibrator, “Wow Eddie, such a pervert.” you tease, taking a package and tearing it away from the rest. Edward whined at the name, relaxing when you kissed the tip of his dick, “I’m just teasing, don’t worry…you’re still a good boy.” you said, putting the condom on him.

He smiled at the nickname, first time he’s been called that and he definitely doesn’t want it to be the last. “Lay back against the pillows, Im gonna take care of you tonight..” you promised, putting lube onto yourself. He watched you straddle his lap, lining his dick up with you, “Ready..?”

“I-I’m ready..” he smiled, holding your hand as he felt you sink onto him. Edward let out a low, long moan. ‘This is incredible’ was all he could think, after he was having the spouse of Bruce Wayne ride him.

“Ah-! Yes Y/n! You feel amazing!” he moaned, feeling you bounce on him. You smile at him, moaning, “You feel amazing Eddie..! You’re so big, so good for me..!” you close you eyes, your hands resting on his chest, helping you ride.

“Y/n, you’re so beautiful…my sweet angel..” Edward moaned, hands resting on your hips. He’s been wanting to call you his angel in person for awhile, but didn’t know if you were going to relate it back to the riddler. He had to play it safe, but now he’s free.

He felt like he was in a trance, watching you bounce up and down, moaning his name like a prayer. He loves it, and he loves you.

“E-Eddie..! Gonna cum..!” you breathed heavy and fast. Eddie thrusted into you, feeling close as well, “C-Can we cum together..?” he asked, body feeling shaky as you nodded.

Sloppy thrusts and small, quick bounce led to the both of looking each other in the eyes, cumming with each other.

You sat there for a bit, shaking a bit as you lay your head on his chest. Edward is a bit shaky himself, but he rubs your back, “That was amazing..” he said, voice quiet. You looked up at him and kissed him, “I agree..”

You got off of him and laying next to him, you take the condom off for him and help him clean up. Once all you lay your head back on his chest, “Hey…I recorded the agruement early…can I use it as evidence against him?” Edward asked, stroking your back. You remembered that…and you didn’t hesitate to say, “Yeah, you can..” you yawned, falling asleep.

————————————————————————

Bruce woke up alone, looking at your drawers opened messily with clothes taken out of it. You left, I guess you really don’t forgive even if he wanted to talk.

Alfred bursted through the door, “Bruce- you have to come see the tv now.” He got up and went to the living room, looking at the tv.

“Reports show two more officials were murdered last night. This can only be described as the work of ‘The Riddler’ He has posted a video and this content may shock you.” the lady said, voice sounding depressing.

The video went to show the riddler, sitting in a chair and breathing hard, “Gotham, Gotham, Gotham, oh boy don’t we have to talk. People have things that they don’t deserve…Can you guess?…YES! I’m talking about YOU Bruce Wayne!” the masked man laughed, almost slapping his knee.

“Bruce Wayne…Prince of Gotham. And oooh, his beautiful, wonderful spouse Y/n Wayne.. Gotham’s favorite couple! Oh but how Bruce DOESN’T CARE for the one that has SAVED Gotham! He didn’t do anything, nothing at all, Y/N DID! And HOOOOW DOES HE REPAY THEM? Well…let me show you..” he laughed, cutting to the argument Y/n and I had last night.

“Don’t call Selina a skank” was all he could be could hear. Now everyone in Gotham knew of his infidelity with a woman named Selina….fuck. It even showed him when he roughly grabbed Y/n’s arm and dragged them off.

I couldn’t bare to watch the rest, I could hear that masked bastard say at the end, “Poor Y/n..”

#danonation #paul dano #edward nashton x reader #the batman 2022 #edward nashton #riddler x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x gn reader

[imthepunchlord]

Ok, so I'm just gonna apologize in advance, I'm sorry, I know you're probably sick of these types of asks. I was gonna wait till call the polls were done, but since you've been talking about how you've already started brainstorming ideas, it like I should probably just say this idea sooner rather later. So, have you considered using the power system you used for your A Declaration of Love and in your old "Miraculous Fox and Peacock powers" post. I felt it would be fitting since these new powers (like the ones in that fic and post) are based on the animal's symbolism, and this setup could allow for multiple powers. Plus, these new versions of the miraculous feel much like a return to back to how we thought the miraculous would be before season two so it could feel fitting.

Nah don't worry about it. And votes seem to be slowing down for the polls, and I've been itching to get brainstorming so might as well get into it.

With these polls, and plans being made to change, I've actually been gradually rewatching Miraculous, taking notes on eps and on characters to refresh myself and it's just taking me back to that time before s2, and just how creative and fun it was to get into ML fanworks. As it gave us so little info we had to get creative.

Like, on artist who used to do really cool ML art suspected Wayzz was a Grasshopper before we got the confirmation of him being a Turtle.

And man I found I enjoyed those days more, as what a lot of people thought of was far more interesting and fun than what we got. And everything that came post s2 really kinda railroaded us and stifled that creativity.

And a lot of the things brought in were:

Frustrating, like Miraculous are more powerful for adults, which why did Fu pick 2 kids and not do anything to help even the playing field? And we got the confirmation he has 16-17 Miraculous on him, why did he release the very two Gabriel needed? Especially as, arguably, Cat's just not that necessary for facing the Butterfly. Also! There's honestly more powerful perks to misusing a Miraculous, why are they so easy to misuse? And according to Paris Special, why is it that Miraculous are willing to gradually kill off kids misusing them, but won't do anything to adults who misuse them? This is all rigged.

Pointless, like the potions, which aren't really "power ups" but just suit changes. Changes that Miraculous already naturally do as the suit comes down to the user. If someone loves ice skating and it's naturally integrated into their suit, the Ice Potion is pointless.

And just entirely baffling: the entirety of the Rabbit, and Alix, a 15 yo girl, being made to be the Timekeeper, live away from her family and friends to manage the timeline, which, why is that being given to a human? Who are going to be biased and not neutral, made worse to be given to a 15 yo who's not fully matured, and clearly we see her involving herself in the timeline which I'm not sure she should be doing as that's influencing outcomes. And why did they even think a time traveling Miraculous was a good idea? That power is so OP and can get so easily complicated you can get a headache trying to make sense of what they rolled out with it. And honestly, what does time traveling have to do with Alice in Wonderland? If they wanted to really reference AiW with Rabbit, I would've voted dream hopping, cause dreams are wild, imaginative, chaotic, and nonsensical. And that could've worked in ties to the moon as people sleep at night, and that could've been tied to healing too, as dreams can be tied to the subconscious, and you could've done something with dream influence and help people face what they're dealing with. Or if Rabbit had to be another time related Miraculous, do something with influencing the flow of time, either slowing it down so the user appears to be going fast, or speeding up the motion of the user and others and objects.

Tangent aside, I am going to be aim to dismiss and change a lot of what canon has brought in and just kinda go back to working off those old days. I am planning on working off a lot of animal symbolism and myth, and some details that Thomas has rolled out I'll consider (like Pied Piper was a Fox, which suggests Fox should have also have a power tied to hypnosis/subconscious suggestion through music). And just go back to those days where we were more creative and better worked off the possibilities with animals. And ideally do some uniqueness that's not going to have a lot of similar powers, aside from healing and mass restoration, as I feel if there's going to be any repeated powers, those would make the most sense.

I will give ADoL a reread (cause it's been years and typically when I get a fic done, it goes out of my mind as I'm not giving anymore attention to it, so I don't remember everything with it); and it's just a little funny as this is the fic that gets brought up to me the most on relating to Miraculous and kwami changes. Like, Nobody has mentioned to me that Juuno was their favorite take on the Peafowl kwami's personality before canon rolled out ditzy and emotional Duusu. Which maybe got toned down post fixing? I'm not sure. Either way, it gets brought a lot and I don't remember everything so I'll be giving it a reread to refresh myself.

#ask Punchie #ml salt #miraculous changes

[fyorina]

(uh, this is rlly long im so sorry qwq)

OMG THAT LAST CHAPTER HAD ME FEELING SM CARINA U CANT DO THIS TO ME !!!! LITERALLY THE FIRST FEW PARAGRAPHS IN I HADTA WALK AROUND BC I WAS SO OVERWHELMED I LOVED IT SM !!! N THOSE LAST FEW LINES. DONTDOTHISTOME I S A W THE "BEAST AU COMPLIANT" TAG ON UU IM GONNA SOB MY EYES OUT DURING IT I JUST KNOW !!!

gonna leave some of my fave few lines n my thoughts abt them from this chapter (ok these arent all of em, bc if i put all of em it'd be the whole 50k words of this series SO ITS JUST THIS CHAPTER)

"because how could he possibly belong amongst people who are so unfailingly good that it makes his tainted heart stick out like a sore thumb?"

STOP NO DONT DO THIS TO MEEEEEE throughout the whole fic u perfectly captured his thought process n how he denies his own capacity for change n how he HAS changed from when he was 18 BUT THIS LINE MADE ME TEAR UPPPPPP

"He is so completely and irrevocably in love with you that Dazai doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to live in a world without you. The thought alone makes his skin crawl and his chest cave in."

self-explanatory

“Are you calling me ugly?” 

u gorgeous, gorgeous man ilysm yes you look like a rat but i'll swaddle u up in blankets n clean u up

the whole graveyard scene. DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY HELLO

“You were a kid, Osamu. You’re not some incarnate of evil for ending up where you did, you were failed by all of the adults in your life,”

ok nvm crying this hit me like a truck

"Humans cannot live without a heart, so if he’s to give you his, it’s only fair that you give him your own—though realistically, yours has already been his for a long time."

i feel like this mightve been ur fave line, but if it wasnt IT STILL IS MINE BC OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD QWQ

ranpos lil rant was so funny he's literally me frfr

“Yeah… ha, look at us, in jail at the same time! Couple goals, huh?” 

i giggled

PLS READER INVITING EVERYONE JUST TO AVOID GETTING INTERROGATED UMMM RELATABLE LMFAO

these are just some of them BUT JUST IN GENERAL, UR WRITING IS JUST MAGICAL ITS EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED TO READ N I LOVELOVELOVEEEE THIS SERIES N ALL UR WORKS (n u /p) SM !!! I CANT WAIT FOR UNREAL UNEARTH, I JUST KNOW IT'LL BE AMAZING !!!

RED HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU NOT TO APOLOGIZE I LITERALLY ADORE YOU IM GOING TO WEEP OMG

honestly the first scene of dazai’s pov was one of my favs to write because it pisses me off so much whenever he’s excluded from the ada panels in the manga fjsjdjsjjd so i NEEDED the opportunity to hit home that that is his FAMILY idc what asagiri says the ada is that boys family and he deserves it 🥹🤞

UGHHHHH STOP BECAUSE WHENEVER I WRITE CANONZAI ITS SO HARD TO KEEP ON THAT THIN LINE OF HIS INABILITY TO ACCEPT HIS OWN GROWTH WHILE ALSO HAVING HIM ACKNOWLEDGING ODA’S LAST WISH FOR HIM SO I REWROTE SO MANY OF HIS POVS SEVERAL TIMES BECAUSE I FELT LIKE I WASNT GRASPING IT ALL PROPERLY

the graveyard scene was one of the 3 scenes i started writing for 🥹 i literally was weeping when i finally got to it

AND ALSO THE YOU WERE A KID LINE UGHHHHHHHH BRO when i tell you that’s something that i literally want to scream at him and shake his shoulders like he was FOURTEEN WHEN MORI BROUGHT HIM IN AFTER HIS ATTEMPT !!!!! FOURTEEN !!!!! HE WAS A BABY IT MAKES ME SO SAD WHEN HE FRAMES HIMSELF AS SOME IRREDEEMABLE MONSTER WHEN HE ONLY TURNED OUT THE WAY HE DID BECAUSE HE HAD NO ADULTS IN HIS LIFE SETTING HIM ON THE RIGHT TRACK ugh im gonna weep again i will always be dazai’s #1 defender, i will fight him himself idc he was only a lil baby :’)

oh my god fun fact i actually almost deleted that line about the heart, i don’t even know why like i was rereading it right before i post and i second guessed myself because i was like ‘i don’t think it rlly flows’ but then i decided against removing it because i liked the line in general SO IM WEEPING AGAIB

bro ranpo needs a promotion for real the headaches this man must get because of people not listening to him 💀

HDOSJDJSJDJJD THE COUPLES GOAL LINE WHEN I TELL YOU I SNORTED WRITING IT HELPPPPP I WAS GIGGLING SO HARD

RED ILYSM IM BUNDLING YOU IN THE SOFTEST BLANKETS AND GIVING YOU A FOREHEAD KISS

i’m so excited for unreal unearth like honestly it’s my pride and joy, i’m so pleased with how my beast!dazai characterization has come out so far and i’m hoping everyone else is going to like it too 🥹 if not ill simply die HAHAH JK JK JK no but really i’m so very excited for it

#ᡣ𐭩 carina’s love letters #ᡣ𐭩 from user: cheriiyaya

[yukidragon]

Hello Dearie!~ Hope your well! So one of your latest posts got me wondering about something I think is kinda important...

How was Joseph when he was hitchhiking and traveling to El Paso? Was he kind, when he got help? Since he had no job during that time, how do you think he paid people back since... You know how greedy some can be... Even though you theorize he uses sex kinda as a way to feel love.

The man ran away from home at 18 then died at like 25... I honestly think he'd be slightly desensitized to sex to a point until he finds his Sunshine.

What are your thoughts?

I’m doing pretty well, thanks! I'm having a lot of fun watching the votes come in on the flashfic poll I made. I hope you're doing okay as well.

That’s the thing about Jack’s past. There’s so many huge gaping holes that it’s hard to be certain about what happened to him while he was still Joseph/[Redacted]. We have information that I linked to in this post of what we roughly know so far, and we have some teaser art Sauce drew that is technically non-canon until stated otherwise. The picture of Joseph hitchhiking is a good example of that. Credit, as always, goes to the awesome Sauce.

If I remember correctly, the caption was something to the effect of “You do what you can to get by.” While this picture and even the tagline that went with it feels very solid in terms of Joseph’s story, until it appears on an official source, this can only give us hints as to what he might have gone through.

Since I shared one of Sauce’s absolutely gorgeous pictures that they posted publicly on their old twitter to talk about it, I would like to take a moment to plug the SnaccPop Studios Patreon, as well as the official Sunny Day Jack twitter and tumblr. Remember, always credit artists who are kind enough to give permission to use some of their art like this, and don’t share any of the private content posted on the patreon.

The fact that Joseph ran away from home, presumably with nothing but the clothes on his back is very troubling. Unless he came from a ridiculously wealthy family and had money burning a hole in his pocket at all times, scraping together enough money to simply stay alive would be a major concern for him. Considering he followed the train tracks on foot when he ran away, I have a feeling that he didn’t have much cash on him when he left everything behind.

We don’t know what year it was when Joseph ran away. All we know is that he ran away from the high school he was attending 12pm. At the time, he could have been as old as 18, or he could have been as young as 14.

There are some pretty horrific stories out there about what can happen to teens who run away from home. Violence, murder, SA, prostitution, drugs, etc... Any number of truly awful things could have happened to young Joseph... and the fact alone that he felt compelled to run away from home and change his name in the first place is very telling that something terrible happened to him even before that.

On that note, I want to remind people that this is an Adults Only game. If you’re not in the headspace to discuss the above topics, you might want to give the rest of this ramble a skip. Or you can jump to the story after the line break. That's a lot softer than these topics.

Some of the things Jack says in the demo about “other people” and his talk of how someone like Ian can’t know what real love is quite telling. It’s like he speaks from experience where people took advantage of him and used his desperation for love against him. It’s possible that this is just because he never felt his parents’ love for him was real, or maybe he had a relationship with at least one toxic lover who exploited him and his longing for love. Maybe a combination of both or something else entirely.

Joseph could have been the type to mistake kindness for love and latched onto any kindness that he was shown, even to his detriment. He could have been someone so jaded by fake love and the pain it brought him that he lashed out at the world that didn’t love him and refused to get close to anyone until he matured and learned how to at least mask his distrust.

The reporter, Dan, said during the interview that people don’t get buff like Joseph did for their own sake. Narratively, this would suggest that Joseph did have a reason to put on muscle mass that had to do with other people. It could have been for the sake of being more attractive, or it was to defend himself, since he might have engaged in fights, as suggested by the knife he carried around.

Because we know so little about Joseph’s past and can only guess at his motivations, he could have gotten so bulky because he had to resort to hard labor in order to survive. Jobs for drifters tend to be pretty shady and hard on a person. It could have ranged from anything to digging ditches to running sketchy errands, to, well, prostitution.

Now... given the nature of the game and its hard limits, it’s very unlikely that there was any underage prostitution going on.

After Joseph hit 18 though...? He could have done sexual favors in exchange for money, food, shelter, etc. Someone extending a kind hand to him in exchange for what he can “provide” for them, particularly sexually, is an unfortunate possibility. Given some of the things Jack has said and his behavior, it’s possible that he’s so sexual because it’s something he knows from experience that he can provide that people want from him if nothing else. I still believe that sex and love are closely tied together in Joseph/Jack’s mind, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t mistake a sexual and transactional relationship for a loving one, or that he might have reached the point of desperation where it was either have sex with someone for money or starve to death.

It’s possible that Joseph strictly used sex to pay his way until he became a star, hence why Dan’s questions bothered him so much. Sex workers can become desensitized to sex, even sex repulsed. He could have never been in a romantic relationship and was just constantly used by others to the point that when he finally felt love from his sunshine as Jack it contributed to him being yandere for them. Love would have been idolized in his mind in this case.

It’s also possible that Joseph could have been propositioned to have sex with someone in exchange for food/shelter/favors, but always refused to sell his body like that. It could be people like Dan tended to just see Joseph as a sexy body to lust after, not as a person who deserves love and to be cared about, and that was what upset Joseph so much.

There are many possibilities and too few clues at the current time to be sure of anything. We have hints, but they’re vague enough to point us in different directions.

For all we know, Joseph could have been pissed off at Dan for asking him sexual questions simply because he’s a children’s TV show host and kids would’ve been listening to an interview where he was in character at the time. It might not have anything to do with his past at all.

For a fair number of yandere characters, the object of their obsession is the first person that they want to have sex with. Their darling is the first person they felt love or desire towards, ever, or even just so deeply that it drives them crazy. It is possible, however unlikely, that Jack was a virgin when he and MC have sex for the first time, and he just prepared himself to be the perfect lover for his sunshine by researching techniques.

It’s possible that Joseph always had minor yandere tendencies even before he became Jack, which could show itself in that stubborn yandere obsession that only the object of his affection will do. If it's not his sunshine, he doesn't want anyone.

It’s possible that Joseph never really wanted to act on any sexual impulses he had until he felt real love for someone. Once that happened, then it was like a limiter was removed and he unleashed years of repressed desires that are all directed at sunshine.

On that note, it would be a funny subversion to the typical romance story formula if the amorous male lead was the "innocent" virgin while the object of their desire isn’t. The male lead typically is written as a Casanova/tomcat type character who had sex all the time with random people until they come across their virgin “true love” and become obsessed with them and them alone.

I mean, I really doubt that to be the case, but it's a funny thought and you never know.

Until the full game comes out with Joseph’s background, we’re only left with faint implications that we’re building into headcanons. Heck, for all we know, Jacktor’s name might not be Joseph at all. After all, the missing poster is an artist’s rendition that has a few similarities between the person depicted and Jacktor, so a misdirect isn’t out of the question...

All of that of that is pretty much just a long and winding way of saying that even though I’ve come up with quite a few headcanons for what Jack’s past life might have been like, I’m constantly reexamining the idea and coming up with new directions to take it for when I finally stick with one I'm sure I want to use with Sunshine in Hell.

For example, I originally considered having my MC, Alice, have a past life by the name of Mary who was Joseph’s childhood friend and first love who died young. As you can see in this post, I changed my mind on that last part and brought her back later in his life so that they could be lovers.

Between those two points, I considered removing the reincarnation aspect entirely, and instead Joseph never knew love, which was why he latched so hard onto Alice, who actually makes him feel loved for the first time in his life. He can literally feel how much she genuinely cares about him.

However, after the NSFW short stories I wrote here and here and headcanon posts like these, I started getting more ideas to expand the reincarnation storyline even further. I'm still not decided if Alice being reincarnated is going to be canon to Sunshine in Hell yet, but I must admit these ideas I'm playing with about Mary and LambsWork Productions are intriguing...

The timing of your ask is kind of funny to me, especially since one of the ideas I had was specifically related to this image of Joseph hitchhiking to El Paso. It wound up turning into a full blown flashfic in fact!

Before I go into that though, I'm going to quickly jump back to one of your questions first. I think that Joseph would be grateful for any help he was given. He might express it differently at different points in his life, but I get the feeling that he was absolutely starved for kindness shown his way.

Right after running away, Joseph might have still been a bit prickly. We've seen from the disciplinary report that he was an unruly teenager, one who made choices that he regrets as an adult. He could have been standoffish and distrusting during this period of his life, thinking all kindness is hollow and fake, only to regret being so cynical later on.

Unfortunately... the life of a runaway is hard, and a rebellious attitude can only take a teen living on the streets so far. The harshness of living as a homeless drifter no doubt forced him to be jaded and strong enough to stand on his own. It's probably a big reason why he bulked up. With big strong muscles, he can defend himself physically, sell his body by being more attractive, or both.

Though Joseph didn't necessarily intend to be attractive in order to sell himself. He could have wanted to look more attractive to be more charming. He gave himself tattoos and changed his look. He changed his name and erased his past when he ran away and when he became Jack. He's even stated outright in the demo that he'll be whatever MC wants him to be.

Being attractive draws people in. It helps charm people, and Jack has shown himself to be very, very charming both in the present and when he was acting. I mean, hell, most of us who are fans of the game are drawn in by his personality more than his looks. Joseph could have learned how to improve his charisma to get by and made himself more attractive to be appealing to others.

Hell, the fact that Joseph is an actor proves that he learned how to put on an appealing front that people respond to positively. When he was a teen, he obviously hadn't mastered that skill yet. It must have been something he learned while homeless, which would make it a survival skill.

Of course, it's still a survival skill considering Jack is using his charm to make sure MC needs him to stay forever...

I'm really rambling on and on with the possibilities of Joseph's past in this post. Let's leave the rambling there and wrap this post up with the story Sauce's picture inspired me to write. I hope you enjoy this sweet little tale about Joseph hitchhiking. Happy Valentine's Day! 💕

...

It was getting dark, but the Texas sun was merciless even at sunset. Cars zoomed along the major highway above the speed limit without a care for any hitchhikers desperate for a ride. Joseph had been walking along the major strip of road all day, thumbing every car that passed him by. He kept looking back to catch the driver's eye, but they always averted their gaze from his like he was a dead raccoon carcass rotting on the side of the road.

It didn’t surprise Joseph that they looked away. If they looked him in the eye, they might see him as human and feel bad for leaving him stranded in the desert.

His legs ached, sweat made his clothes cling to his sun-baked skin, and his empty stomach cursed him for having nothing to eat since the miserable scraps that were his breakfast. Joseph itched for a smoke, but he was down to his last cigarette, and the taste and feel of it in his mouth was the only thing dulling his nicotine craving. Once that was gone, he was shit out of luck. He barely had enough change to buy a cup of coffee, let alone another pack of cigarettes.

Joseph readjusted the beat up old backpack that carried all his worldly possessions when it started to slide off his shoulder. The sun was gone now and the orange was quickly fading from the sky. The chances of someone picking him up once it went full dark was slim to none. If he didn’t get a ride soon, he might have to resort to sleeping by the side of the road again.

Another car came barreling down the highway, a fancy black one with tinted windows. There was no way someone rich enough to afford such a car would stop to help out a drifter like Joseph, at least not without payment, but he jerked out his thumb anyway. Maybe his luck would finally turn halfway decent for once.

The fancy car went right past him, as expected. Joseph sighed and lowered his arm, only to jolt at the sound of screeching tires behind him. He whipped his head around to see the black car at a dead stop, streaks of rubber marking where the driver hastily pulled it over to the side of the road. He barely had a moment to really register that they actually stopped for him when the passenger door flew open.

Joseph took that as his cue, and walked briskly to the car. He barely caught a glimpse of brown hair popping out the open door before the passenger abruptly jerked back inside. A yelp followed by a frustrated grunt and the clicking of the seatbelt let him know that the person had been in such a hurry to get out of the car that they forgot to unbuckle their seatbelt first.

It was both funny and strange to watch this small lady scramble out the car, nearly toppling over after finally getting to her feet. Joseph didn’t know what to make of it. When she turned his way and he finally saw her face, his jaw dropped, sending his last cigarette tumbling to the ground, forgotten.

Mary.

Mary Phoenix. His Mary. His sunshine.

Mary was grown up now, just like him, though she was still so much shorter than Joseph, her curvy body filled out in ways that would have left his teenage self drooling. Hell, he was practically drooling now. She was gorgeous, soft and welcoming and everything that was right in the world. She looked paler than she used to, far more sickly than the last time he saw her, with dark circles under those unforgettable pale blue eyes of hers that flew open wide as they locked onto him.

Joseph was dreaming. He had to be. He had this dream too many times before to believe this was really happening to him. There was no way Mary was here out in the middle of nowhere, just suddenly here, still alive.

Mary died. She was dead and her family moved away. Joseph must’ve passed out in a ditch from hunger or heatstroke. He knew how this ended, with him eventually waking up from this happy dream before or after it turned into a nightmare, leaving him feeling cold, empty, and cursing God for taking his sunshine away from him yet again.

Despite this, his feet carried him closer to her. He couldn’t help it. The first step was tentative, the next one a little quicker.

Fuck it. Joseph didn’t care if it was a dream. Reality could fuck itself. If he could only have his sunshine in his dreams, then he would gladly stay dreaming forever, as long as he never had to lose her ever again.

“Starlight?”

Mary’s voice was tentative, shaky, and barely carried over the sound of the cars whipping by, but it was like a fuse had been lit, and Joseph exploded.

“Sunshine!”

The next few seconds the world was a blur of laughter and tears as Joseph scooped Mary into his arms as she lunged into them. He spun her around as he gently crushed her close to his burning chest, his heart beating so fast that he was sure she could hear it.

Mary clung to Joseph just as tightly, her body faintly trembling as her tears dripped onto his shoulder. “It’s you,” she said beside his ear, her voice filled with joy, disbelief, and so many more emotions all at once. “It’s really you, starlight. I found you. I found you. I finally found you…”

“You found me, sunshine,” Joseph said softly beside her ear in return. He breathed her in, catching something sweet and nostalgic that he could never quite name but it always made him think of Mary.

Real. This was real. Mary was real. She had to be. She was too warm to be a dream, her tears too wet against his hot skin to be his imagination, and she smelled so sweet and familiar and real… She was real, and Joseph couldn’t stop himself from crying along with her as relief swept through him and left him shaking. “I’m right here.”

Joseph wanted to kiss her so badly, but it had been years. She must have moved on, found someone new, better than he ever was. The thought of Mary in love with someone else was an icy dagger in his heart, but the pain was dull compared to the joy he felt at seeing her lovely face smiling back at him… for all of a second.

Mary closed the distance between them unexpectedly, her warm lips seeking out his in a kiss filled with years of longing. His surprise lasted for only a moment before Joseph returned the kiss with equal desperation as he pulled her even closer.

Suddenly they were just barely teens again, secretly meeting in her bedroom and sharing their first kiss, hoping not to get caught by her parents. It had been awkward and clumsy, but no less warm than the one they shared now. There had been tears then too.

If this really was a dream, Joseph was happy to never wake up.

Although the dream didn’t end, the kiss unfortunately did. Flustered and breathless, Mary pulled back and had to look away, her face a brilliant shade of crimson. “S-sorry. I… I should’ve asked if that was okay…”

Joseph blinked in confusion, still a bit dazed from the kiss until he realized Mary was worried about the same thing he was. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity. As if anyone could ever replace her. “You never have to apologize for kissing me, sunshine.”

Mary blushed deeper at the dazzling smile Joseph gave her. She no sooner looked his way again when he punctuated his statement with another kiss. She jolted initially, but quickly melted into him, and he chuckled again before losing himself in the kiss and her.

Joseph didn’t know why Mary was there, nor did he care. That didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to him was making sure that no one took his sunshine away from him ever again.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur  

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #Sauce-y Art #My Writing

[thechairanon]

I've tried posting this THREE TIMES THUS FAR and it keeps reloading and deleting everything on my gay ass. Anyway-

Anon lore? On my dash? It's more likely than you think.

Heavy warnings for this one, I think I got all the tags correct? Lmk just in case I need to edit/add tags to help filter it better.

ENTIRE FAMILY FOUND DEAD, SUSPECT ON THE LOOSE

This weekend, police were alerted to a murder taking place by a young woman staying at her boyfriend’s sister’s house for a family reunion. When police arrived at the home, Martha Banker directed them to the scene of the crime.

Bodies belonging to Mary Carpenter, John Carpenter, Susan Carpenter and Hazel Carpenter were found all around the house, massacred. One officer even found the body of Jacob Carpenter in the woods, partially hidden in the creek.

“We found stab wounds in most of them,” Officer Whittaker said. “We had to call in one of those guys who finds the causes of deaths for people, and not even he knew what happened to some of ‘em. One of them- a man, believe it or not, had been strangled to death. We found a poor chap in the woods with an ax in his neck, his body dumped in the creek nearby. His eyes had been closed, so at least the murderer had some respect for the dead.”

After the police searched the property, they brought Martha Banker, George Carpenter and Jerry Carpenter in for questioning. George and Jerry Carpenter, the youngest of the Carpenter family, were oblivious to the horrible thing that had transpired in their cousin’s home that day. Martha Banker was not as fortunate.

“I saw it happen,” Martha told the police. “Through the window. She had just gone mad, turning on her own family like that. She’d been acting odd all week, always tired, always forgetting what she’d just done. Sometimes she’d ramble on and on about movies or actors that don’t exist, but Jacob and I always gave her the benefit of the doubt.”

[Redacted] Carpenter, the youngest adult of the family, was a self-made woman who crafted chairs for a living. She had exceptional grades in school, never talked back to her teachers, never spoke poorly of her fellow students, and never got into trouble. So why now? Why would [Redacted], the perfect model student, child, citizen, lash out now?

“She’d always been angry,” one of [Redacted]’s friends said in an interview. “At her dad for leaving her mom, at her uncle and brother poking fun at her fear of puppets, at her grandma for trying to push her into finding a boyfriend… [Redacted] was angry at a lot of people all the time. I guess it finally, y’know… burst.”

Where is [Redacted] Carpenter now? How will this state-wide manhunt affect you and your family? (Cont. on page 4)

Part 1 / Part 2

#tw death #tw murder #implied murder #chair's drabbles #Chair wandered off into the woods with the tapes after this #The police gave up looking for her after a week or two #According to the records #(We know what actually happened to them though)

[therenlover]

✨TheRenLovers (Updated) Fanfic Glossary✨

Updated 9/7/23

A glossary of my past works and ongoing projects. Also comes with a handy dandy list for request guidelines! I mostly post x Reader fics, but I'm looking to branch out into established ships soon. To join my fresh, new taglist for any character, just shoot me a message. I also crosspost all my works to my Ao3, which you can find Here!.

This post is a beefy boy, so for the sake of your dash the rest is below the cut.

Red = Abandoned Project (I may eventually complete these, but I have no current plans to)

A Note About Requests

As long as my ask box is open, I am taking requests or questions! I can't promise every request will be completed, or that the ones that are requested will be finished in a timely manner. I'm an adult with a full time job, so sometimes writing takes a backseat. That being said, I will do my best to complete any requests that come my way, so feel free to ask if you're hoping to see something! The worst I could do is direct you to someone who might be able to make what you're looking for.

I am pretty open about what I write, but if a request makes me uncomfortable/isn't something I'm interested in writing, I, again, will try my best to reach out and guide you in the right direction to get that type of content. If you're worried your message got buried/forgotten, don't hesitate to message again. My brain is soup and I can be the worst person on earth at responding.

⚔️Baldur's Gate 3⚔️

Put Me Back In It (I Would Do It Again)

Synopsis: When Tav sold her soul to Raphael for Astarion's, she only hoped it would be worth the price. If only she remembered anything from before she entered the House of Hope...

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 40,000~ (Ongoing)

❤️Marvel❤️

Helmut Zemo 💜

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: M (+16)

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches and Airy Sighs

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk

Synopsis: Helmut recalls the story of how he came to be the ruthless man he is and, more specifically, how he came into possession of his strange purple mask.

Rating: M (+16)

Word Count: 10,200~

Balm

Synopsis: Your forbidden dalliance with Baron Zemo, the lord of the house, has finally landed you in the dungeons, subject to the whims of the guards and the endless passage of time. As your sanity slips away, you wonder what will come first, your execution or the Baron's return?

Rating: M (+18)

Word Count: 5,800~

Always For A Second (Usually At The Start)

Synopsis: Leaving Helmut for good had been the biggest, most final choice you'd ever had to make. Two years later, he's in your living room again. This time, though, things are different.

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 8,600~

🖤American Horror Story🖤

James Patrick March 🔪

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: M (16+)

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 5500~

Jimmy Darling 🦞

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: M (16+)

Word Count: 3000~

#jac rambles #fanfiction

[ilovewhiteroses]

You cast a spell on me

Pairing: The Corinthian x Female Witch Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: horror and adult themes

Rating: 18+

Notes: - This is my first fanfic, I have never written one before.              - This post from @thecorilove86​ was my main inspiration, plus I had time and I was in the mood for it so I thought I give it a shot.              - Back in the day I was a huge fan of Charmed and that inspired me to write Reader as a modern day witch.              - The inspiration for reader's apartment

 You are a witch in your 30s, living in Los Angeles and working as a fantasy writer. You went to a bar one night and You met The Corinthian there. You asked him his name, but he didn't tell You, so You didn’t tell him Yours either. Regardless, you found eachother attractive and after chatting a little bit, you decided to go to Your place…

 ”Would you like to drink something?” you asked your guest.

"Didn't we just come from a bar?" chuckled the handsome man with sunglasses while he took off his beige suit jacket and placed it on the bar stool in the kitchen.

"Well, I was just being polite," you said embarrassed, then took out two elegant drinking glasses from the kitchen cabinet and poured whiskey into them. You felt weird. You are usually confident with men, but your guest made you feel like you were a teenager on a date with your crush and didn't know how to behave.

"I leave it up to you. By the way, where do I find the bathroom?”

"Next to the stairs to the right"

"Thanks"

While the man left for the bathroom, you went to his jacket and started searching in it. You knew it was wrong and you would never do such a thing, but your witch instincts told you something was wrong with the guy and you better find out what it was.

And you were right.

You found a sharp knife in the inside pocket of his jacket. You were scared at first, but weren't surprised, because to tell the truth, you had already guessed at the bar that there was something else behind the hot looks. You have been in dangerous situations before, but thanks to your supernatural abilities you always survived. If this man were to attack you, you would fly him to the other end of the room with one hand movement or teleport the knife out of his hand. Still, you wanted to know his intentions. You didn't want to interrogate him like a policewoman, since after all you brought him to your apartment to have fun, so you put a little truth potion in one of the glasses of whiskey, which makes even the best liar tell the truth. When your guest returned to the kitchen, you handed him the whiskey, he sipped it and slowly began to walk around your apartment. You joined him and waited for the potion to work. The man looked at your home curiously. After the kitchen came the dining room, then a cozy living room with an L-shaped sofa and an electric fireplace, which you loved because you didn't have to cut wood for it. Your furniture was in silver and cream colours because you didn't like the dark ones.

Modern, sexy and elegant. This place is just like you, the handsome blond thought to himself. You also drank from the drink and in the meantime you wondered if the truth potion has worked, so you started asking questions. "You didn't tell me your name at the bar, but I'm curious. Who are you, what's your name?"

"My name is The Corinthian and I am a nightmare. Sandman made me and I escaped from The Dreaming so I could finally do what I wanted." the man said with complete confidence.

"Sandman? Who sprinkles magical sand onto people's eyes so they have pleasant dreams?” you asked surprised.

"Yes."

Not human. So that's why he had such an effect on you. "And what do you do?" you asked, then downed most of your drink.

"I'll sleep with anyone who's available at the moment, and I'll kill them if I have to." Corinthian said all this as naturally as if he was talking about the weather.

Although the drink already had a pleasant effect on you, Corinthian's brutal honesty affected you as if you had been hit by a car, but you tried not to show it. There were many things on your mind, but you could only ask one thing.

"Do you want to kill me too?" you asked

"Not if you don't give me a reason," Corinthian said suggestively as he sipped his drink.

As Corinthian looked at you, even though no harm could come to you, you felt both fear and desire. It's true that the man just confessed to being a murderer, but at the same time he's insanely handsome, you thought to yourself. Even though you were the witch, he cast a spell on you. There was something in him, in his being, in his aura... You had always been attracted to men with darker hair, and now you were faced with a blond guy who could pass for a model, and whose sunglasses made him even more mysterious and irresistible.

 Danger and Sex. You could best describe the man with these two words. Before your thoughts wandered to some naughtier places, you continued the conversation.

"I have to tell you something: I'm not human either, I'm a witch." you confessed.

Corinthian raised an eyebrow, you couldn't tell if he liked the answer or not.

"Hmm. And you fly over the ocean on a full moon on a broom with a black cat?” He asked laughingly.

He seems to like the topic, you thought to yourself, so you tried to divert the conversation.

"Not really, but I know a thing or two. And I'm not just thinking about my supernatural abilities." you said teasingly.

Corinthian grunted contentedly to himself, he liked where the conversation was going.

"Can I be honest with you? I sensed it. I've never met a non-human being other than you, and I went up to you at the bar because I was curious about what could come out of it."

You stopped in the living room, both of your glasses were almost empty.

The whiskey in your head and Corinthian's confession made your heart beat faster and faster. You looked deeply into each other's eyes

You wanted him. And you knew he wanted you too. Your initial fear was over and you could only think of one thing. You moved closer to him

"Oh. And how do you like it so far? How do you like me?” you asked Corinthian and caressed his chest, looking at him with lustful eyes.

"Do you want to know what effect you have on me?" He asked, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the coffee table in the living room, while you ran your hand through your hair, waiting for his next move. He walked over to the electric fireplace and turned it on to make the room even more cozy, then walked back to you. "Like this." he pulled you close and kissed you passionately, then you continued the kiss leaning against the wall.

Then it suddenly dawned on you that he was still wearing his sunglasses. You broke the kiss.

"Don't you want to take off your sunglasses?" you asked heatedly.

"I'd better not take them off, I'll end up scaring you." Corinthian said kissing your neck.

"Why not? I'm a witch, I've seen this and that in my life."

"Because I have small teeth in place of my eyes and that's why I'm a nightmare, among other things." Corinthian looked deep into your eyes, hoping you wouldn't push the subject any further.

Well, that's really quite bizarre, you thought to yourself, then said, "Oh, I see."

"Good." Corinthian said and you continued to kiss.

You practically tore off each other's clothes, you were left with only your G-string and your partner in his black slacks.

Corinthian slowly kissed your body, then stopped when he reached your G-string. He hooked his fingers into the straps and slowly pulled them down, kissing your pubic mound then gently licking you with his tongue. He placed your right leg over his shoulder to get closer to your most intimate part. You clung to his shoulder with one hand, gently stroking his hair with the other. You leaned your head back against the wall, feeling the velvet tongue of the sexy nightmare on your clit and your folds. He pampered you with slow, confident and sophisticated tongue movements, while with his free hand he caressed your body, which was so hot that you almost felt feverish, and then suddenly you let go and came almost explosively. Corinthian stood up, wiped his mouth erotically, then removed his pants. Even his penis is beautiful, you thought to yourself. He picked you up and you two sat on the sofa so that you were on top of him. You sat up and looked into Corinthian's dark sunglasses. The whole situation was like in a high-budget soft-core porn: nice apartment, fire in the fireplace, drinks on the coffee table and you, on top of a hot guy. You usually slept with men after the fourth date, but there was something insanely sexy about getting into the act so soon with a stranger you'd only known for a few hours. With someone who isn't even human. You leaned forward, licking Corinthian's lips with the tip of your tongue. He opened his mouth slightly and you gave each other a passionate kiss.

Your mouth slid down to his neck and you started biting gently.

"You're making me lose my mind, baby." says Corinthian panting

"Hmm, maybe that's my intention." you replied in your sexiest voice.

"Then do it!" Corinthian moaned.

You reached for his cock and put it in. You're pretty tight, so it took a while for you to adjust.

You started moving up and down on him while he held your hips. He couldn't get enough of your body, you were like a goddess to him. He leaned forward and kissed your neck and then your chest. He kissed around the shapely mound of your right breast, then stimulated your nipple with the tip of his tongue in a circular motion, and then repeated the same on your left breast. You could barely contain yourself, you were almost lost in the pleasure, moving your hips back and forth faster and faster. Corinthian leaned back, you put your hands on his knees and straightened your body continuing to move like that. He caressed your body with his hands, then grabbed your hips, while he also moved under you. You felt you are going to cum soon. After a few minutes, you squeezed Corinthian's shoulder with one hand and his hip holding hand with the other and came trembling. Not long after you, he also came. 

 You hugged each other, leaning back on the couch. You both panted as if you were ran a marathon. You've dealt with a few guys before, but with Corinthian was the best sex you've ever had. He was passionate and tender at the same time, just the way you liked intercourse. You've never lost your mind like this..

"That was fucking amazing, baby." Corinthian said after some panting, while caressing your back.

"I can say the same thing. Look...I'm not tired yet and the night is still young...how about we continue in the bedroom?" you asked, in hopes of a second round. Or more

"That's exactly what I had in mind," answered the nightmare with a sexy smile. After a few minutes, you found yourself under Corinthian, clawing at his back while he held onto the headboard of the bed and fucked you and the two of you enjoyed each other's bodies until sunrise.

#You cast a spell on me #fanfic #the corinthian fanfic #the corinthian & female reader #the corinthian #boyd holbrook #Sandman #smut

[firsttarotreader]

I write fic for fun, it's a challenge as a writer but I have found it to be fun. I also don't use my real name because of the bullies. I know I'm an adult with a real job and life but I don't have time for the bullshit that I see people get themselves get upset about. It's mind boggling. I have no interest in meeting this man, for some reason, his existence has just brought me some joy. I have lots of friends, I have a social life. People have gotten frustrated that I haven't posted updates on my fics and I pretty much tell them to pound sand. Guess what, this isn't my job. I will get to it when I can, but tough shit. It's supposed to be fun.

I hope anyone who has been bullied understands that it's not about you. And most importantly, Pedro would not be happy about you being bullied. He would be upset with you and for you. I know that I cannot know what he feels, but from his behavior and attitude, he does not tolerate bullying and he certainly would not want his fans made uncomfortable, at least the sane fans who respect his privacy, his family and friends. I would go out on a limb and say that he would hope that you too would ignore the assholes and not let them bully you away. He is one to stand up for those on the margins not for the ones who push people out because of their bigotry, narrow mindedness and insecurities. This is exactly why so many of us adore Pedrito, he defies the little boxes that society has constructed and is so desperate to put us in. The fans who want him to stay in the "gay" box, or the "straight" box, or any other box are just as awful. He makes his own boundaries and we should respect that, just as we should respect those of others in the fandom.

Oh, all of that is definitely about them and not about you. The need to “destroy” the object of desire for everyone else once they can’t have it or be it. 😉

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Can I ask for a Loki x stark reader? She’s adopted by Tony as a child when he discovered her living in a cage with a traveling freak show. Turned out she’s a light elf that was kidnapped and abandoned on earth. But now she’s a young adult. Loki joins the team after asgard was destroyed. When he shows up there’s a strong pull between the two of them and they realize it’s their souls calling out for each other. Realizing they’re soulmates, they don’t let anyone get in the way of starting a relationship

Note: Reader powers: form light balls, mild healing but nothing too big, teleport, telepathic like Loki’s but yellow

Hope y’all enjoy! I’ll hopefully be posting a Steve fic later today for his birthday!

Calling Out To You

Pairing/Summary: read the request

Warnings: fluff, slight angst for reader’s background

Tony was your dad. You guys looked nothing alike, but he had saved you as a child and watched you grow up, even adopted you when you were 15. That was all before Iron Man or the Avengers even became a thing.

Tony had found you when he was still in the height of his playboy phase. He was at a carnival, and had found some pretty blonde that he wanted to do the deed with. He took her to what looked like a secluded area of the tent. When they got through, he saw a sight that broke his soul. You, a little girl, we’re trapped in a cage. The woman he was with took off, but Tony stayed there for a second. He looked around and went up to you, “hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m Tony, what’s your name?” “I, I’m Y/N, please, help me.” The look of absolute worry and fear on your face really made the billionaire angry and sad. Tony immediately helped you out of the cage and took you to his house. Tony was in no way shape or form father material, but he did his best. He wasn’t freaked out by your powers, and actually helped you learn to control them, but also hide them from people you didn’t trust, to make sure someone else didn’t kidnap you again and use your powers for their gain.

Tony wasn’t the best father, but he did change to be a better one, but he was trying, and you loved him and he loved you. You guys easily bonded over your shared love of everything mechanics. You quickly learned from Tony, and became his partner in the lab. When you were younger it was just handing him the right screwdriver but as you got older it became bigger stuff like building entire designs and helping him test products. That’s why it struck you so hard when he was kidnapped by the Ten Rings on your 20th birthday. You worked endlessly with the police and anyone who could possibly help.

Those 3 months were the worst. It felt worse than growing up stuck in the cage at the freak show. You threw yourself into work, trying to design something that could help you find your dad. After many sleepless nights, he burst through into the house in the iron man armor and you broke down crying. You ran and hugged him, being overjoyed that he was alive. You helped him figure out the results, such as getting rid of the weapons stark industries used to make. You had always hated that, but Tony always changed the subject when you brought it up.

*time skip to 2012*

During the events of the attack on New York, you had been out in third world countries helping with the damages previously done by Stark weapons. You had wanted to be home to help with the attack but you didn’t think you could teleport that far without being seriously drained. You hadn’t used them in a very long time. You had resorted to watching it online via your laptop. When you saw your dad lying in his suit, you thought he had died. You summoned all your power and tried to teleport there. You ended up making it, but somehow landed in your bedroom.

Steve and Nat had brought Tony up to the tower for him to rest. They had a fun time meeting you and seeing just how snarky and alike you were to the other stark. After some corralling, you were able to get Tony to rest. After that, Tony’s panic attacks and paranoia skyrocketed again. You and Pepper were able to help him after the kidnapping, and it was time for you to do it again. You moved back into the tower against Tony telling you it was unnecessary. Once again you helped Tony out in the lab, and it was super fun.

*another time skip to when Asgard was destroyed*

Asgard had been by some fire monster thing, and so Thor was permanently moving into the tower. Everyone was excited for the move in day for Thor, Bruce had been back for a week but Thor had finally finished getting the citizens all settled.

Everyone was standing outside waiting for Thor to arrive. Suddenly some green missy appeared and everyone went into protective mode. The Avengers knew you but they didn’t know about your powers, only Tony and Pepper did. “Kid that’s not you is it?” Tony asks, the team looked slightly confused, “nope, mines yellow, never been green, but you know who’s is…” “what would Loki be doing here!?” Steve still was focusing on the comment about your powers. “Wait, you have powers?” You nodded, and explained quickly, no one turning away from the midst. The team all accepted your powers, and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders.

That’s when Thor appeared alongside his brother. “Friends!!” Thor boomed, Loki just looked annoyed. “Hey Thor! Nice to see ya again!” You ran up and gave Thor a hug which he happily returned. “You are a light elf,” Loki said half questioning, half stating. “I’m a what now?” “Yes,” Thor confirmed, “you did not know?” you shook your head, “ummm, no I didn’t!” You turned to your father, “don’t look at me, I just found you in a cage and took you in.” “Well, I guess it explains the powers and such,” you had adapted to roll with the punches of the ever changing world so you weren’t too fazed by this news.

“Right, back to the elephant in the room, what is reindeer games doing here.” Loki rolled his eyes at the nickname, you could tell he didn’t like it. “Dad,” you scolded slightly. “My brother is here to join us!” Thor announced. “Surprise,” Loki sarcastically added. Your dad looked angry. “What? No, no way.” “Look, it’s either he joins the team or Fury locks him away,” Thor explained the situation. “Well then, we have our answer, where’s Fury so we can turn him over?” You felt some protective urge come over you at your father’s words, wanting to protect Loki for some reason. “We are not sending him to live his life stuck in a cage dad! I know what that life is like, and I’m not letting you or anyone on this team subject Loki to that.” You were sticking your foot down. Tony and the rest of the team looked slightly taken back at your confidence and choice.

“Kid, you do remember what he did right? He threw me out a window for god’s sake!” You stayed firm, “one, Thor told us he was brainwashed, two, we’ve all wanted to throw you out a window at some point.” The team laughed at your second comment and agreed. “Still, we can’t trust him!” Some of the team murmured their agreement. “Alright, you want to do this, fine, we can play this way. Loki was brainwashed, and he deserves a second chance like everyone does. Steve, we gave Bucky a second chance after he was brainwashed, why shouldn’t we extend the same to Loki, Nat, you got a second chance after the red room, Clint you and I did after the circus. And dad, you got a second chance after the weapons that stark industries used to sell. We all deserve a second chance, we’re a group of people on their second, even third chances, a group of misfits, I think we can find room for one more.”

The team was stunned, but after listening to your words they understood your point, and most of the team wanted Loki on the team, all but Tony of course. He was outvoted and Steve welcomed him to the team with a handshake. Everyone went inside, you lagging behind with Loki. “Thank you…” “Y/N,” you supplied. “It is very nice to meet you lady Y/N.” He leaned down and kissed your hand, a strange feeling filling both of you. A strange glow started on both of your chests where your hearts were. The team all turned around and saw this. Only the two gods knew what it was, the rest of you were kinda freaking out. You were stunned to shock, Tony was scared Loki did something, the rest of the team were also worried something was wrong. Thor quickly assured them it was the opposite and held them back.

“Oh, my,” Loki stated in shock. “What, what is happening?” You found your voice. “Come darling, I will explain, you might need to sit down, I assure you it it nothing deadly. You allowed him to lead you to the living room, the rest of the team coming with you. You all sat down, Loki and your chests still glowing. “Look dad, I’m like you,” you joked. Tony was not in the mood for jokes though, he was worried about his little baby girl. “Explain. Now.” Tony demanded of Loki and Thor. “What did you do to my little girl.” He accused Loki. “Dad, I’m 25,” you reminded him, “but I am curious, what is with this?”

“Well, it’s still rare on Asgard, but it does happen, it’s called soulmates.” The team was in even more shock, including you. “Soulmates?!?” You asked, making sure you heard right. “Yes, it is said that love is put into each being, and two connect together, when they meet the love in their hearts glow from becoming whole again,” Thor supplied. Loki was watching you for your reaction, scared you wouldn’t want him as a soulmate. “So what does this mean, is Y/N like a princess now or something?” Steve asked. “That’s up to her and Loki,” Thor answered, “some soulmates reject each other and they move on with their lives, but usually, they begin a courtship just to learn more about each other and see if they work as a pair.” Tony was slightly furious, “she is NOT dating that, that villain, I refuse to allow it!” “That is for them to decide Tony, they are grown adults,” Nat tried to calm him.

“I guess we should chat, huh?” You asked your soulmate. “I suppose we should my lady,” you led him to your room to talk. “So, soulmates huh? Pretty cool right?” You started, it was pretty awkward. “Yes, I suppose it is. Look, I understand if you do not want me as a soulmate, I’m a monster.” You cut him off, cupping your hand on his cheek, “Loki, I’m honored to have you as my soulmate, you are not a monster in any way, and if you’d like it, I’d love to start a courtship with you.” Loki brought you in for a hug, something he’d rarely ever done. “I’d really like that, and I won’t let anyone get in the way.” He was obviously referencing both your fathers. “Neither will I, especially not my father, don’t worry about him.”

You both sat in the hug for a little, before you spoke up again, “is this why when you got here I felt a strong pull to you and a need to protect you?” Loki nodded, “most likely my dear, I also felt the pull but brushed it off as being from the magical similarities.” You nodded, “this is much better.”

After walking back out to the living room, you saw the team waiting anxiously, “well…” Nat asked suggestively. “We’ve decided to try a courtship, and see where it goes, and we will not be letting anyone get in the way,” you directed the last part towards your dad. Tony then walked towards you both, you were scared of what he was going to do. “You may be a god, but you hurt her, in any way, I’ll kill you with no regrets. She’s already been hurt enough.” You sighed in relief, it was a normal dad threat. “I promise on my life, I’d never hurt her.” A slight blush rose to your cheeks as Thor came over. He gave you both a tight hug, one which Loki was not too pleased to receive.

After that day you and Loki were inseparable. You were always learning more and more about each other. The first date you went on was to a fancy restaurant Loki had picked out. When the press caught you guys and tried to make it a big deal, you stopped them, you weren’t about to let the press or anyone else stop your relationship. You were soulmates, and you’d always be there for each other.

Taglist: @peaches1958 , @glxwingrxse

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[eelqueen]

hey uh, wanted to say thank you for the posts about socialization of men and the patriarchy. I kinda dump here so you can ignore this next bit

that post came across my dash and kinda hurt. trying not to bring my own feelings into it though. that said, growing up socialized male and the only positive adult figures i had were women so its like i’ve been torn my whole life. i’ve always tried to be cognizant in my feelings and why i feel certain ways and i always try and seek the alternate perspective. i also find a lot of enjoyment in femininity and just enjoying the things i like without regard to what i’m told to enjoy. i think that’s typically seen as not the norm so of course i was made fun of often about it. toxic masculinity made me suppress that side of me to the public and really messed with me. being told what the expectations were of me my whole life and me not connecting with those did as well.

sorry! i really couldn’t think of another way to put it but seeing at least someone speak up about it in the sea of negative notes was relieving. there’s so much hate in the world right now (and always) so really, thank you. also again sorry if this is too much! literally just ignore all of this if it is.

thank you for sending this, and I'm sorry that you've been having a rough time. i'm not claiming to be like, any great thinker here but i just think that. like maybe people deserve to be able to do what they want without being brought down because of their gender. and i think people shouldn't be made to feel fucking awful because they read a post by someone angry little person saying that men deserve to suffer.

as a gender-fucked mostly-woman I've had a ton of fun playing with masculinity. and i wish you could do that too without experiencing backlash for it.

one of my coworkers and close friends is a cis het man who is not super masculine and likes to play with wearing fem clothing sometimes. and holy SHIT watching the shit that he goes through every day is awful. he gets SO much crap in the workplace. i just don't understand why ppl don't understand that my little silly friend who likes wearing silk scarves and jeweled brooches is not the same person who is killing people women because they won't have sex with him. people don't deserve to suffer because of the crimes of the group they belong to.

#text #asks #arguably incels also deserve compassion because thats just a mf cult #actually i think everyone deserves compassion. and that doesnt mean forgiveness. but thats a whole other thing

[unwelcome-ozian]

Are you familiar with Donald Marshall's story? If your comfortable, what are you thoughts on his descriptions of cloning, levels underground military base containing stadium arenas, and "cloning centers" where people are programmed and trafficked?

I have memories of being in underground stadium arenas, in the particular instance im recalling there was a stage in the center. I have no idea where I was on surface coordinates, I want to say it was Disneyland. It's strange to consider Disneyland a military base, but I've seen things similar to what Marshall is speaking about.

Is cloning humans, temporarily creating duplicates in the way Marshall describes, and using them like that within the realm of possibility? Do u know it to be happening? Philosophically that would be fascinating, but tech wise? I'm curious if that's a reality.

I’m not super familiar with Donald Marshall. I did a bit more research about him to answer your questions. 

I won’t go into deep detail about cloning but, give a brief overview.

Clones are organisms that are exact genetic copies. Every single bit of their DNA is identical.

Identical twins are just one example. Or clones can be made in the lab.

Reproductive cloning is defined as the deliberate production of genetically identical individuals. Each newly produced individual is a clone of the original.

“One good person there Bernie Mac comedian and actor tried to stand up for me speak up for me saying it's not right to do to a human being,... tried to have others join him in speaking out against the clone torture zone while there,... Elizabeth and Phillip had him tortured so badly there as an example of their "power" he had an aneurysm the next day and died.” -Donald Marshall-

After being treated in the ICU for three weeks, Mac went into cardiac arrest and subsequently died during the early morning hours on August 9, 2008 at the age of 50.

This would make Donald Marshall thirty years old in 2008. (They stupidly put my face on a Megadeth album, "The World Needs A Hero" when I was 23”)

“Half way through making this document they brought me there and introduced me to a man named TROY LANDRY, He is an alligator trapper from Louisiana on the tv program swamp people, he said if I sent this letter out he would take a power drill to my shin bone there and suck the marrow from my bones, kinda like a spinal tap, one of the worst things you can do to a clone besides burning, I said the letter will be going out, I have to escape this place, and so he did just that, it was excruciatingly painful, everyone just watched slack jawed in the crowd, Troy Landry is an insatiable child molester and an extra retarded clone, in Louisiana when he see's a young boy he likes he asks his name tells him he's an alligator hunter shakes hands, then asks his pedophile friends at the local cloning station to find the boys blood records to clone him, months later there are multiple identical boys grown for Troy Landry to victimize before the crowd of onlookers.” with Donald Marshall

This isn’t how cloning works at all. Clones are born the same way as other newborn animals: as babies. human cloning would most likely utilize "reproductive cloning" techniques — an approach in which a "mature somatic cell," most probably a skin cell, would be used, according to NHGRI. The DNA extracted from this cell would be placed into the egg cell of a donor that has "had its own DNA-containing nucleus removed."

The egg would then begin to develop in a test tube before being "implanted into the womb of an adult female," according to NHGRI.

A human clone would only have the same genetic makeup as someone else — they would not share other things such as personality, morals or sense of humour: these would be unique to both parties.

That was a quick search of what he’s posted. He also sounds like a complete arse. “Donald Marshall your a fag and a loser cody,... have fun licking your dads ass at the cloning center retard.” 

Cloning hasn’t been expanded on since 2006. In 2006 induced pluripotent stem cells (iPSCs) were discovered. These are "adult" cells that have been reprogrammed to resemble cells in early development. The development in iPSC technology essentially rendered the concept of using cloned embryos both unnecessary and scientifically inferior. 

Oz

#answers to questions #Donald Marshall #clone #cloning

[blackstarising]

coming back to this post i made again to elaborate - especially as the ted lasso fandom is discussing sam/rebecca and fandom racism in general. there are takes that are important to make that i had failed to previously, but there's also a growing amount of takes that i have to, As A Black Person™, respectfully disagree with.

tl;dr for the essay below sam being infantilized and the sam/rebecca relationship are not the same issue and discussing the former one doesn't mean excusing the latter. and we've reached the glen of the Dark Forest where we sit down and talk about fandom racism.

i should have elaborated this in my last post about sam/rebecca, but i didn't. i'll say it now - i personally don't support sam and rebecca getting together for real. i believe what people are saying is entirely correct, even though sam is an adult legally, he and rebecca are, at the very least, two wildly different stages of life. for americans, he's at the equivalent of being a junior in college. there are things he hasn't gotten the chance to experience and there are areas he needs to grow in. when i was younger, i didn't understand the significance of these age gaps, i just thought it would be fine if it was legal, but as someone who is now a little older than sam in universe, i understand fully. we can't downplay this. whether or not you think sam works for rebecca or not, even despite the gender inversion of the Older Man Younger Woman trope, whether or not he is a legal adult, i don't think at this point in time, their relationship would work. i think it's an interesting narrative device, but i don't want to see it play out in reality.

that being said!

what's worrying me is that two discussions are being conflated here that shouldn't be. sam having agency and being a little more grown™ than he's perceived to be does not suddenly make his relationship with rebecca justified. i had decided to bring it up because sam was being brought into the spotlight again and i was starting to realizing that his infantilization was more common than i felt comfortable with.

sam's infantilization (and i will continue to call it that), is a microaggression. it's is in the range of microaggressions that i would categorize as 'fandom overcompensation'. we have a prominent character of color that exhibits traits that aren't stereotypical, and we don't want to appear racist or stereotypical, so we lean hard in the other direction. they're not aggressive, they're a Sweet Baby, they're not world weary, they're now a little naive. they're not cold and distant, they're so nice and sweet that there's no one that wouldn't want approach them, and yeah, on their face, these new traits are a departure and, on their face, they seem they look really good.

but at a certain point, it reaches an inflection point, and, like the aftertaste of a diet coke, that alleged sweetness veers into something a lot less sweet. it veers into a lack of agency for the character. it veers into an innocence that appears to indicate that the person can't even take care of themselves. it veers into a one-dimensional characterization that doesn't allow for any depth or negative emotion.

it's not kind anymore. it's not a nice departure from negative stereotypes. it's not compensating for anything.

it's patronizing.

it is important that we emphasize that characters of color are more than the toxic stereotypes we lay on them, yes, but we make a mistake in thinking that the solution is overcorrection. for one thing, people of color can usually tell. don't get it twisted, it's actually pretty obvious. for another, it just shifts from one dimension to another. people of color are still supposed to be Only One Character Trait while white people can contain multitudes. ted, who is pretty much as pollyanna as they come, can be at once innocent and naive and deep and troubled and funny and scared. jamie can be a prick and sexy and also lonely and also a victim of abuse. sam, however, even though he was bullied (by jamie, no less), is thousands of miles away from home, and has led a protest on his team, is usually just characterized as human sunshine with much less acknowledgement of any other traits beyond that.

and that's why i cringe when fandom calls sam a Sweet Baby Boy without any sense of irony. is that all we're taking away? after all this time? even for a comedy, sam has received a substantive of screen time over two whole seasons, and we've seen a range of emotions from him. so as a black person it's hurtful that it's boiled down to Sweet Baby Boy.

that's the problem. we need to subvert stereotypes, but more importantly, we need to understand that people of color are not props, or pieces of cardboard for their white counterparts. they are full and actualized and have agency in their own right and they can have other emotions than Angry and Mean or Sweet and Bubbly without any nuance between the two. i think the show actually does a relatively good job of giving sam depth (relatively, always room for improvement, mind you), especially holding it in tension with his youth, but the fandom, i worry, does not.

it's the same reason why finn from star wars started out as the next male protagonist in the sequel trilogy but by the third movie was just running around yelling for REY!! it's the same reason why when people make Phase 4 Is the Phase For Therapy gifsets for the mcu and show wanda maximoff, loki, and bucky barnes crying and being sad but purposefully exclude sam wilson who had an entire show to tell us how difficult his life is, because people find out if pee oh sees are also complex, they'll tell the church.

and the reason why i picked up on this very early on is because i am an organic, certified fresh, 100% homegrown, non-gmo, a little ashy, indigenous sub saharan African black person. the ghanaian tribes i'm descended from have told me so, my black ass parents have told me so, and the nurses at the hospital in [insert asian country here] that started freaking out about how curly my hair was as my mother was mid pushing me out told me so!

and this stuff has real life implications. listen: being patronized as a black person sucks. do you know how many times i was patted on the back for doing quite honestly, the bare minimum in school? do you know how many times i was told how 'well spoken' or 'eloquent' i was because i just happen to have a white accent or use three syllable words? do you know how many times i've been cooed over by white women who couldn't get over how sweet i was just because i wasn't confrontational or rude like they wrongly expected me to be?

that's why they're called microaggressions. it's not a cross on your lawn or having the n-word spat in your face, but it cuts you down little by little until you're completely drained.

so that's the nuance. that's the subversion. the overcompensation is not a good thing. and people of color (and i suspect, even white people) have picked up on, in general, the different ways fandom treats sam and dani and even nate. what all of these discussions are converging on is fandom racism, which is not the diet form of racism, but another place for racism to reveal itself. and yeah, it's uncomfortable. it can seem out of left field. you may want to defend yourself. you may want to explain it away. but let me tap the sign on the proverbial bus:

if you are a white person, or a person of color who is not part of that racial group, even, you do not get to decide what is not racist for someone. full stop. there are no exceptions. there is no exit clause for you. there is no 'but, actually-'. that right wasn't even yours to cede or waive.

(it's also important to note that people of color also have the right to disagree on whether something is racist, but that doesn't necessarily negate the racism - it just means there's more to discuss and they can still leave with different interpretations)

people don't just whip out accusations of racism like a blue eyes white dragon in a yu-gi-oh duel. it's not fun for us. it's not something we like to do to muzzle people we don't want to engage with. and we're not concerned with making someone feel bad or ashamed. we're exposing something painful that we have to live with and, even worse, process literally everything we experience through. we can't turn it off. we can't be 'less sensitive' or 'less nitpicky'. we are literally the primary resources, we are the proverbial wikipedia articles with 3,000 sources when it comes to racism. who else would know more than us?

what 2020 has shown us very clearly is that racism is systemic. it's not always a bunch of Evil White Men rubbing their hands together in a dark room wondering how they're going to use the 'n-word' today. it's systemic. it's the way you call that one neighborhood 'sketchy'. it's how you use 'ratchet' and 'ghetto' when describing something bad. it's how you implicitly the assume the intelligence of your friend of color. it's the way you turned up your nose and your friend's food and bullied them for it in middle school but go to restaurants run by white people who have 'uplifted' it with inauthentic ingredients. it's telling someone how Well Spoken and Eloquent they are even though you've both gone to the same schools and work at the same workplace. it's the way you look down at some people of color for having a different body type than you because they've been redlined to neighborhoods where certain foods and resources are inaccessible, and yet mock up the racial features that appeal to you either through makeup or plastic surgery.

it's how when a person of color behaves badly, they're irredeemable, but a white person performing the same act or something similar is 'having a bad day' or 'isn't normally like this' or 'has room to grow' and we can't 'wait for their redemption arc', and yes, i'm not going to cover it in detail in this post but yes this is very much about nate. other people have also brought up the nuances in his arc and compared them to other white characters so i won't do it here.

these behaviors and reactions aren't planned. they aren't orchestrated. they're quite literally unconscious because they've been lovingly baked into western society for centuries. you can't wake up and be rid of it. whether you intended it or not, it can still be racist.

and it's actually quite hurtful and unfair to imply that concerns about racism in the TL fandom are unfounded or lacking any depth or simply meant to be sensational because you simply don't agree with it. i wish it was different, but it doesn't work that way. i'm not raising this up to 'call out' or shame people, but i'm adding to this discussion because, through how we talk about sam, and even dani and nate, i'm yet again seeing a pattern that has shortchanged people of color and made them feel unwelcome in fandom for far too long.

coach beard said it best: we need to do better.

#ted lasso #sam obisanya #ted lasso spoilers #fandom racism

[julemmaes]

Robyn

Rowaelin Month, Day Ten

A/N: I'd planned on posting them in order, but you get what you get. Idk when the other prompts will come tbf. I hope soon. Anyway, I managed to write over 6k words today and I'm pretty fucking proud.

This is just fluff over fluff, so yep enjoy!!

Word count: 3,047

Rowan was unbelievably late as he sped through the streets of Orynth.

So late that the school had called not only him, but also the front desk of the place where he worked when he hadn't answered the call on his personal phone. Sorscha, his assistant, had entered his office with an embarrassed smile on her lips, as if she didn't want to tell him that he had forgotten for the umpteenth time to pick up his daughter from school.

Lorcan had joined him, for some strange reason, but Rowan had stopped bothering when it came to his best friend. He'd been trying to figure out how he reasoned for years and had come to the conclusion that there was no logical sense in the actions of the man sitting next to him, who was currently singing at the top of his lungs to one of the songs on the Frozen CD - which much to the chagrin of both of them, had gotten stuck in his car radio months before, forcing them into hours of torture.

He would never deny that the songs were all quite catchy, but after the sixteenth time Rowan had had to listen to Let It Go at maximum volume, his positive opinion of the film had begun to waver.

As they pulled into the school parking lot, Rowan noticed with deep regret that the only cars still there were those of the teachers and school staff.

They both got out of the car, Rowan walking quickly towards the entrance while Lorcan dragged behind him.

He greeted the caretakers sitting at the entrance, who returned a big smile. A smile that grew even wider when his large, imposing friend entered a few moments later. He stopped to talk to the old ladies and Rowan walked down the corridor he knew led to Robyn's classroom.

He could hear muffled voices from inside the teachers' room on the left and the one he knew belonged to Miss Galathynius coming from the right. He looked out over the classroom, spotting the two people sitting at a desk.

As soon as his daughter saw him, her eyes widened and a huge smile flashed across her face.

No words. No "hello, daddy!" or "I missed you!" from the little girl.

Her teacher turned as she leapt out of her chair and ran towards him, hugging his legs and looking up at him. Rowan smiled at her in turn, running a hand over her hair that was shot in every direction.

"Hello, little bird," he murmured to her. The child's smile widened even more if that was possible.

The woman a few feet away from them pulled herself upright, crossing her arms over her chest and offering a sincere smile to the child, who hid behind his thighs.

Rowan was about to tell her that Robyn was shy with everyone like this, ready to defend his daughter's behaviour as he was used to doing in front of every adult, but he was beaten to the punch.

"It's good to see you, Mr Whitethorn," she said, extending a hand. Rowan shook it without hesitation. "Actually, I just wanted to write you a letter regarding Robyn," she continued, never taking her eyes off the little girl. "Nothing serious," she hastened to reassure him when Rowan grimaced, "quite the contrary. Robyn is remarkably good. One of the best in the class, though I shouldn't offer that information so bluntly."

Miss Galathynius winked at him, but he couldn't process what he'd just been told.

"Sorry, could you-"

The little hands clamped around his trousers tightened a fraction more and Rowan looked down, trying to figure out what was bothering his daughter, but then something happened that he hadn't even dared to dream about in recent times.

"You're here!"

The little girl broke off and ran away from him in less than the blink of an eye.

Rowan turned just in time to see Lorcan grab Robyn in mid-air, spinning her around as he brought her to his chest and showered her with kisses. The loud, incessant laughter that erupted from her seemed too much coming from that fragile little body, but he never tired of hearing it.

"Why hello baby!" said Lorcan laughing in turn, starting to tickle her until she begun to rebel and he was forced to let her slide to the floor. Robyn was still laughing at the top of her lungs and nearly fell to the ground as she squealed left and right, letting herself be pushed around by the closest thing to an uncle she had ever had.

When Rowan turned back to the woman, she was wide-eyed and her lips slightly parted as she watched the massive man dressed completely in black and the menacing face turn into a completely different person the second he had seen Robyn.

He chuckled, "I know, it's not every day you get to see a little girl be so comfortable with a brute like that."

Lorcan, who was listening to everything, looked him straight in the eye and without stopping smiling and playing with the little girl, mouthed to him to fuck off.

"Well, yeah. You caught me a little off guard." she confessed, still shocked to hear how Robyn was having a full conversation with Lorcan. They couldn't hear anything of what she was actually saying, but even just the fact she was talking to someone seemed to have Aelin unsettled.

She returned her attention to Rowan and let out a breath that sounded more like a giggle, "I've never heard her laugh before."

He nodded, blushing a little at the teacher's surprised but relieved tone.

"I'm sure the dean warned you about the problem she has," he said in a low voice. He grimaced at her poor choice of words, "I mean, not problem, but the difficulty she finds in interacting with people she doesn't know."

Liar, he told himself. Robyn hadn't spoken to anyone but him and Lorcan since the day Lyria had died. It wasn't a difficulty, but a response to the trauma that prevented her from speaking to anyone who wasn't part of her immediate family.

"I know, I know. We've been looking for solutions together." she informed him. "I give her a white board every morning. Come on, I'll show you." she turned to the desk they were sitting at earlier and raised the magnetic board, on which a few words were scribbled on. "I'll write here what she might need. Yes. No. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm thirsty. I'm hungry." she read, listing the various options. Rowan gaped. "We've only just started going over the alphabet for a second time, so she can't really read or write yet, as I imagine you know, but the little drawings next to each sentence help her."

She continued talking, but he couldn't quite follow.

The woman in front of him - aside from being breathtakingly beautiful - had done as much as she could to help her child with communication.

"Mr. Whitethorn-"

"Rowan. Please, call me Rowan." he said, clearing his throat once he realized how hoarse it sounded to his ears. Lorcan walked up to them at that point, still holding Robyn in his arms and positioned himself next to him, letting their shoulders touch in a comforting way.

"Call me Aelin, then," she smiled at them both. Then she made a small grimace, turning to Rowan, "I wanted to ask if it bothered you, that I sought a solution like that. Maybe I put her in distress, embarrassed her. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted to solve this on my own. I really wanted to discuss it with you, with your husband too, to avoid misunderstandings. Maybe we could arrange a meeting."

He was about to tell her that she had given him the exact opposite of annoyance, that he had been more than pleased that she had helped Robyn this way, when her words finally registered.

Lorcan, beside him, had opened his mouth wide and his lips were slowly bending into a mischievous smile.

Rowan furrowed his brow, "I'm sorry, what?"

Aelin's smile seemed to falter. "A meeting? With you? To talk about how to handle the situation," then she shifted her gaze to Lorcan, "You're more than welcome to join as well. I didn't know Robyn had two dads, I apologise for assuming Robyn had a mum and dad. That was very rude of me-"

"I love this," Lorcan whispered, laughing in shock. He turned to Rowan with eyes that sparkled with amusement, "I would definitely be the top."

Rowan looked at him with an expression of complete shock on his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robyn gasped, opening her eyes wide and bringing a hand to her mouth, pointing then to Rowan's.

"Yeah, sorry, love. I shouldn't have said the bad word." he apologised, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. He turned back to Miss Galathynius, "I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but we're not married."

"No need to lie, sweetie. I'm sure Aelin," he gave her a knowing look, "doesn't mind at all about our relationship status."

Aelin nodded, "Well, yes. That doesn't change anything. Mr..." she turned to Lorcan, searching for a name.

"Salvaterre."

"Mr. Salvaterre can still attend. The fact that you are not yet married is no reason why you cannot both be present at the meeting. You don't have to worry, we are a very tolerant school and if anyone bothers you, you can come directly to me."

A sound of sheer glee escaped Lorcan.

Aelin continued, "I mean it. I was pleased to see both of you today. I was also pleased to see Robyn smiling so much." she concluded, looking the little one in the face.

Rowan took a deep breath, bracing himself, "No, I meant, we're not a couple. We're not gay. He's her uncle."

The woman's blonde eyebrows shot up and a second later she turned almost as red as the dress Robyn was wearing as Lorcan shook his head muttering something very much like 'you're no fun', which made Robyn giggle.

"Why did you even get off the car?" he asked him exasperated.

Lorcan shrugged, "Because I missed my little bean, you monster." he replied, clutching Robyn to his chest. The little girl clutched Lorcan's shirt in her chubby little hands and Rowan huffed, shaking his head.

Aelin brought her hands to her face, leaning against the desk behind her. She shook her head, her face still hidden, "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

Lorcan let out a dry laugh, "Don't worry about it. It was fun while it lasted." then he turned to Rowan again, who was still trying to recover from the idea of being involved in a relationship with his friend, "You're really no fun."

"Yeah, no fun dad." repeated Robyn.

Silence fell over the class. Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and blinked once, twice. Robyn was staring at him with a sweet scowl that mimicked so much that of the man who was still holding her, but Rowan couldn't get over the fact that his daughter had spoken while Aelin was still beside them.

He was about to talk, noticing how Robyn had started squirming in Lorcan's arms, when there was a knock at the door.

They both turned, Aelin peering over Rowan's shoulder, and saw the figure of a petite girl with black hair and eyes standing in the doorway, watching them with her head slightly bent to the side. She had a tag on her t-shirt that was too colourful to belong to someone who didn't work in a school with children, so he guessed she was a teacher herself. Besides, Rowan felt like he'd seen her elsewhere. Probably every day when he picked Robyn up from school, he said to himself.

"I know you're not supposed to eavesdrop but I stopped by earlier and heard you were a couple of dads," she said by way of introduction. "I just wanted to reassure you that the school is an extremely safe place. I'm the one who did most of the interviews with the parents," that's where they had met then, "and one of the questions that is asked is just about the tolerance of the people who will be attending the school."

Aelin watched her, remaining silent the whole time and putting on an amused smile, nodded, "That's what I was telling them. How tolerant the school is. They make such a cute couple, don't you think, Elide?"

Rowan turned to her, arching an eyebrow, silently asking her what she was doing. The woman, as if she could truly understand what he was trying to convey to her, nodded her head towards Lorcan, who Rowan only then noticed was standing weirdly, his eyes fixed on the woman in the doorway.

He grinned, deciding to take his revenge right away. "Oh, yes. Thank you so much for the reassurance," Rowan began to play along as well. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lorcan turn towards him, dropping Robyn to the floor, who made a disapproving noise at being dumped so suddenly. "We are happy to know that this school is a safe place for our daughter. And for us."

Elide offered him a blinding smile, "Good. I'm happy to hear that you are pleased so far. And I am happy that Aelin is the one who is taking your daughter's class. She's the best one here."

Rowan didn't know her yet, but he knew the thing Elide had just said could only be true.

"Well," she said again, giving them an apologetic smile, "I really must go now, but if you need anything, you can find all my contact details on the website. Have a nice day!"

Aelin and Rowan said their goodbyes, thanking her. Lorcan took a while to recover, but when he realised he was staring into empty space he ran towards the door, almost stepping on little Robyn, who was moved by Aelin.

"We are very much not gay, miss!" he shouted into the hallway. Aelin, now beside him and with a hand on Robyn's shoulder, cackled. With Lorcan's infinite luck, someone walked by just then and gave him a stern look. "Oh, shut up ma'am. I'm an ally. The best ally."

Rowan shook his head as Lorcan launched himself in pursuit of the poor teacher and burst out laughing when he heard him shout, "I'm not homophobic! I'm willing to suck someone's cock if I have to prove it to you!"

Aelin opened her mouth wide before bursting out laughing in turn.

Robyn, seeing both adults so happy, giggled too and Rowan bent down to pick her up. The little girl laid her full head of white-light hair on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She was tired and Rowan really needed to get her home to sleep.

He glanced at Aelin and reduced his lips to a thin line, "I'm sorry about the commotion, I'll try not to bring him into the building again. Even if it means tying him to the seat."

The soft laugh she gave made something tighten in his chest. He frowned.

Aelin didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, "Don't worry, Elide is crazy about fools like him. If he says the right things, we might start seeing each other outside of school too."

Rowan nodded, now too caught up in the thought of having to take Robyn home to focus on anything else.

They agreed on when to hold the parent-teacher meeting and then he grabbed Robyn's backpack, walking towards the exit.

He was thoughtless as he reached into his pocket for his keys and balanced everything else - including the girl - on his other arm, but when Robyn's hand brushed his cheek, he looked down and his eyes met their twins. Green against green.

"What is it?"

The little girl's voice never stopped making him smile. Each time was like the first time she had said dada.

"I really like her."

Rowan frowned, "Who?"

"Miss Aelin." she whispered, almost as if she was afraid they might hear her.

He smiled at her, "Yeah? You like her?"

"She's nice to me."

Rowan had to put her down as he opened the door and let her get into the back seats by herself.

"I'm glad she's treating you well, love," he let her know, buckling her in.

He hoped she'd tell him more about her new teacher, but like any kid her age, the topic of conversation couldn't last for more than four lines apiece, "Where's Uncle Lorcan?"

Rowan snorted, "No idea, little bird."

Robyn nodded, "Elide is pretty too."

And as if those words had summoned him, Lorcan appeared beside the car, making them both scream. He entered the car in a heartbeat and turned to his daughter, who was still settling into the seat. "Do you know Miss Lochan?"

But before she could answer him, Rowan had entered the car in turn and smacked the back of his head, which made the Robyn giggle, "You're not using my daughter as your wingman. Now stop it and buckle up."

Lorcan gave him a gentle push, before doing as he was told and for once he was happy he'd convinced him to do something.

Or at least, Rowan thought he had convinced him.

"What if I left you a note to deliver to Miss Lochan, Rob? Would you be up for it?"

Rowan knew, even without looking at her, that she was nodding emphatically.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmured, "Could you stop calling my daughter Rob, please? You'll give her an existential crisis."

Lorcan clicked his tongue against his palate, "Rowan, I'm not giving her a damn thing. We live in this new world, okay? Your daughter could be called Simon and still be a beautiful princess. Grow up and educate yourself before you talk shit."

"Aaaah!" shouted Robyn, "Bad word!"

Rowan sighed and shook his head, but still he was smiling.

This was his life. Had been for the past two years.

And he wouldn't change it for the world.

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Enchanted (j.m)

A/N: Hello lovelies! To wrap up my 300 follower celebration, I am posting this! This was submitted by someone who I love to interact with - obx anon. They requested a blurb based off of Enchanted by Taylor Swift with the enchanting JJ Maybank. However, this did not turn out to be a blurb, it was a full-out fic because I could not help myself. What else am I supposed to do with Taylor Swift songs as prompts? But, yeah, this is like nine pages which isn't too bad, but still not a blurb. While I was writing I was thinking about doing a part two, but idk. If y'all want a part two, just let me know. Like I just need one person to tell me and I will do it. I already have ideas.

I've also been listening to Speak Now on repeat since I got this ask. Also, this, Wedding Crasher (re-write) and Part Two of A Lumberjack and A Mullet (and a rewrite of that) (these two fics are available on Stragner Things Masterlists) will be part of the eventual Speak Now collection once the album is re-released and after Folklore/Evermore + Fearless + Red collections are done.

Anywho, obx anon, I hope you love this lovely💛!

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

TV Show/Movie: Outer Banks

Taglist: @rottenstyx

part i - you're here! | part ii​​

AU where the treasure hunt did not turn into what it is in the show. No Bahamas, no Ward/Rafe psychopathy, etc. Just a harmless, fun little adventure that brought Sarah and Kie together again.

Requested as part of an event by the lovely obx anon

Warnings: idk if there is any? Fluff? Some angst? Just someone falling in love with someone they just met. Mention of socio-economic levels, social status, etc.

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One would think the life of a rich kid would be easy, a dream within a dream - and for some it is. Y/N never was one to overlook the advantages and privileges she had in life thanks to her parent’s wealth, even if they weren’t all that wealthy. The L/N family sat comfortably in the upper class of life, they had the fancy house, the social status, but there were definitely richer families - particularly her mother’s best friend’s stepfamily. Rose Cameron was one of Y/N’s mother’s closest friends since their realtor’s course way back when and was the whole reason Y/N was forced to move to the small island in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Missing the California lifestyle, Y/N found the incessant welcoming parties people have been throwing them a bit overwhelming but unavoidable. Part of being on the lower part of the upper-class scale was putting on the show.

So, here she was, faking a laugh as some stranger clutching a champagne fluke made some horrible joke. Dressed to the tens, almost all of the Kooks of the island were gathered in the Cameron’s extravagant house, having just finished a fancy meal and currently waiting for the patio to be reopened to allow them to meander back out to the bar. One thing Y/N noticed about Rose and the Cameron’s - they loved to show off their wealth. “Y/N, dear, why don’t you tell everyone about your shot at a prestigious scholarship- actually, I’ll tell them.” Her mother boasted yet again, her gentle hand being placed on her shoulder blade that was exposed by the thin, crisscrossing straps of her satin dress. Faking a smile, Y/N stayed quiet as her mother tried to up their social standing to the group of adults.

“Say, Mr. Carrera, we should get together for a round of golf, I’ve heard the course at the Country Club is amazing. Perhaps we can get the wives and children together the same day, give us a bit more freedom, am I right?” Her father laughed with one of the other men in the small cluster, branching from the others.

“Please, call me Mike,” The man corrected him politely, before tipping his champagne fluke towards her father slightly. “And I think I’ll take you up on that offer, maybe your daughter could help set an example for mine, we’ve been having problems with her lately,” Mike whispered the last part to Y/N’s father quietly as if it were top secret information. “Actually, she’s here somewhere, she’s probably outside helping her friends, some of them are working the party-” Mike cut himself off, looking over the heads of the crowd gathered in the base floor of the Cameron’s house. “She’s walking in the door now, Kiara!” He yelled her name, waving her over.

“Y/N, come here for a moment please,” Her own father spoke softly but with a harsh tone daring her to not comply. She did as he asked, her heels clicking against the expensive tile for the few steps it took to approach the two, another pair of heels joining them seconds later. “This is Mike and his daughter, she’s about your age.” He gestured to the man and (presumably) Kiara as she settled at her father’s side rather reluctantly.

“This is Kiara, Kiara, this is Y/N,” Mike introduced the two girls, prompting them both to smile politely at each other. “Maybe you two could hang out and talk for a little bit?” Her father suggested, giving Kiara the same tone Y/N’s father gave her seconds before. Forcing a smile onto her face, Kiara agreed.

“Sure, come on, I’ll introduce you to Sarah.” Kiara nodded her head towards the crowd, leading Y/N away from the stifling conversation of adults trying to kiss up to one another. The pair walked in awkward silence. Y/N could tell Kiara didn’t take too well to her parents using her or these parties to climb the social ladder either from the way her back flexed as she pushed her way through the crowd.

“Just so you know, I didn’t suggest that. They forced it upon me as well,” She let her know as the crowd started to thin, the two girls approaching the outskirts of the party. Kiara nodded, humming in understanding as she led them into another room with fewer people. “I didn’t even want to come to this, but my parents are determined that we need to be highly regarded in the eyes of these stuffy people - no offence, your parents seem nice-” She ranted, not even noticing that Kiara had stopped.

“None taken, my parents force me to these places for the same reasons and they are no better than any other parent at this party,” Kiara told her earnestly, making Y/N nod, thankful she understood what she was getting at. It seemed Kiara knew the tiredness and loneliness Y/N often found herself battling thanks to her parents' incessant need to appease people. “I think Sarah is outside, they just opened the doors to let everyone out so you should stick close to me, it’s like a feeding frenzy once the bar is open.” She advised, grabbing Y/N’s hand before she started pulling her towards the large glass doors of the room they stood in, following the stream of people searching out the expensive alcohol stashed behind the bar.

Y/N stumbled slightly, looking at the vast difference between what the outside patio was when they ate and what it was now. It was alive with string lights wound around the canopy and the lanterns littered through the grass. With the silver moon and the glow of the artificial light, it looked like a scene from a romance movie, but Y/N highly doubted the presence of some dashing stranger at a party primarily attended by middle and old-aged men. “Hey, Kie,” A girl's voice spoke from ahead, pulling Y/N’s attention from the setup. At the end of their small path, stood a blonde girl with her dress and her hair flowing in the summer breeze - making her look like a goddess, the lights creating a halo on her head. Her round cheeks became rounder as she smiled such a gorgeous smile Y/N was almost awestruck. “Who is your friend?”

“This is Y/N, the same Y/N this party is for, correct?” Kiara looked back at her for confirmation.

“Uh- Yeah, that’s me. Y/N L/N.” She confirmed with a startled nod, reaching her hand out for Sarah to shake. Gently and almost royally, Sarah shook her hand, the smile never leaving her face. Y/N had to take a moment to take her in. She looked so beautiful, it was almost like she was a princess - the main character of the romance movie they appeared to be in. While she was welcoming to the invitation of this beautiful girl into her night, Y/N couldn’t help but feel ridiculous that she let herself believe she would be the main character for the night.

“Sarah Cameron, Rose and your mom are friends,” She asked, earning another confirming nod from Y/N who found herself at a loss of words. She hadn’t expected to meet people who would actually want to talk to her, let alone people who she would actually want to talk to. She had assumed that everyone close to her age would be pompous, arrogant and self-righteous. “Rose hasn’t stopped planning this party or talking about your family moving here for at least six months. I welcome it since that means she’s distracted.” The blonde noted as the flowing music from the live band started to weave through the crowd. Y/N couldn’t help but look around. The backyard was practically flooded with people. Very few people were squeezing through the crowd with trays held high and most were the guests.

“So, this place, is it all rich people,” Y/N asked nervously. Leave it to her social status chasing parents to move her to a place filled with out-of-touch snobs. Sarah and Kiara started laughing, making Y/N brows furrow in confusion. “What? What’s so funny?” She pressed, looking between the two girls as they leaned against each other, their laughter fizzing out. Heat crawled up her cheeks as they wheezed for air. Had she misjudged the two? Were they really just like everyone else at the party? Or did they two feel the same dread and exhaustion she did at these parties?

“It’s nothing to do with you,” Sarah reassured her kindly, almost reading Y/N’s mind entirely as she righted herself, fixing her dress. “But I can see why you would think that since all you’ve gotten to see so far are parties trying to out-do each other. The island is much more than that.” She explained, her voice calmer now as she tried to wipe her eyes of the tears that were forced out by her laughter.

“It’s not all rich people who live here, but most of Figure Eight wishes it was just rich people - trust me on that-” Kiara was cut off by Sarah pointing off in the distance.

“My brother, over there,” She paused, making sure Y/N found the right person. Following the line of her finger, she spotted someone about nineteen standing around with a bunch of other guys, all nursing a scotch that didn’t appear to be sipped from yet. The group of them, they were exactly the type of guys she would suspect to be here. All sporting expensive coats and watches in such a flashy way it almost blinded her. “He’s one of those people so it might be best to steer clear from him the best you can.” She advised, letting Y/N take her attention away from the dirty blonde.

“Our friends are from The Cut, they are all working the party,” Kiara spoke again, rolling onto the balls of her feet, trying to see over the loud crowd. “Pope, he’s the smart one, is on the grill helping his dad.” She pointed over the heads. Peering around some people, Y/N spotted the boy almost completely hidden behind the open cover of the grill, only his backwards hat sticking out over the silver cover. He worked frantically from what she could see, his elbow poking out from behind the cover every few seconds making her assume he was wiping his forehead.

“John B is bussing tables, he’s my boyfriend.” Sarah smiled dreamily, pointing over to a boy swiping empty glasses from the tables already. Y/N could see him a lot better than Pope. He was tall, with sunkissed skin that she wasn’t sure was natural or from spending time at the beach, all matched with flowing brown waves on his head. Noting how Sarah gazed upon the brunette, Y/N could tell that their story was a great one that would be told time and time again and this was just another scene in their epic love story.

“I’m not too sure where JJ is right now, probably off somewhere hitting a blunt,” Kiara shrugged, searching the crowd for her other friend. “I’m sure you’ll meet him soon enough, you’re gorgeous and he’s JJ, he’s bound to flirt with you at some point,” She waved her hand, not concerned about her friend’s disappearance. “Hey, my parents are flagging me down for some stupid shit, I’ll find a way to keep in touch with you, Y/N, you seem cool!”

“Thanks, you too!” Y/N called after her, a bit shocked about being called cool, but Kiara was too far. Cringing when she saw a few people turn towards her, their noses in the air in disapproval. Sarah, having watched Kiara begrudgingly make her way to her parents, looked back at Y/N, a wide smile back on her face. Opening her mouth, she wasn’t even able to make a sound before an older blonde with a huge headpiece came rushing over to her.

“Sarah, you need to go find Wheezie, she’s MIA yet again and the Buchanan boy is looking for her. If we manage to get closer to them, they might hire me to sell their summer home in Peru.” The woman pleaded rudely, making Sarah send an apologetic smile towards Y/N as she was dragged away - leaving Y/N alone with her own thoughts once again. Sighing, she slowly turned to face the party once again. Spotting Kiara with her glowing complexion and white dress, she watched as the Carrera’s introduced her to some wealthy couple as if she were a show dog.

“So much for me actually enjoying the rest of this party.” She mumbled dejectedly as she grazed over the dance floor, almost completely occupied by people just standing there talking. With a warning glare sent from her mother, she stood up, plastering a fake smile back on her face, a facade of happiness and contentment being built back up. She had assumed by meeting Sarah and Kiara, it would open the door to actually having a decent night, but of course, for rich parents, it wasn’t a decent night unless they used their children to boost their egos and position within society. Suddenly, she found a boost of morale when her eyes spotted another busboy. On the other side of the sea of fancy dresses and suits, stood the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. Clad in the vest, crisp white shirt, and slacks that every other caterer wore, his blonde hair was perfectly styled in a way that told her it was normally a wind-tousled mess. Just by standing there, he had her completely speechless.

It was when he turned his face slightly towards her, his magnificently bright eyes landing on her, that she felt every ounce of vacancy, insincerity, and loneliness leave her body. Gone was the need to flick her eyes over the crowd, hoping that Kiara or Sarah would find their way back and rescue her. Now, all she wanted to do was stare at this boy and take in all of him. From how the yellow-tinted glow from the bulb lights reflected off his tanned skin to the way his eyes whispered to her from across the lawn. For the first time the whole night, she didn’t have to hide her true emotions and feelings. Instead, the awe and the smile she was feeling and showing were one-hundred percent real. Reaching across the dance floor, the words his eyes were trying to convey reached her like a message in a bottle. ‘Have we met before?’ The (what appeared to be from this distance) azure blue eyes asked her.

Heat rose in her cheeks once again, dusting them a noticeable pink that appeared to be a good enough answer for the wondrous boy. In a blink of an eye, she saw his silhouette weave through the crowd, his eyes locked on her frame no matter how many twists and turns he had to make around people. The bus pan originally clasped in his hands was left abandoned on the table, but it appeared that he didn’t care. When he finally stood before her, his chest rising and falling, slightly breathless from the trek to her, she found herself not worrying for him anymore. Shifting her eyes to accommodate the new view she had of him, her eyes locked with his yet again. The same eyes she once believed to be a light shade of azure were really a captivating cerulean. “Hello.” She breathed out, her breath being fully taken away by his presence.

“Hello, lovely lady,” He flirted, his eyes drifting from hers to flick around her face, taking in the features he hadn’t been able to see from across the lawn. “I haven’t seen you around, I would have remembered a face like yours.” He flirted so shamelessly and boldly. It didn’t even matter that Y/N had heard that exact same line thousands of times before - it was almost like a whole new line as it dripped from his lips but she couldn’t let him know that; not yet anyway.

“You would think that someone with a face like that would have a better line prepared.” She quipped, letting her eyes freely roam around his face. A smile tugged on one corner of his lips, growing into a smirk as he let her take him in.

“I was too overwhelmed by your beauty, all I knew was that I had to get to you before anyone else. I can't lose my chance to some rich mommy-boy with ten pairs of Sperrys in his closet.” He winked, playing into the scene they had set. Y/N, unusually bold and flirtatious in this moment, shrugged, her eyes floating to the crowd behind the boy for a split second, almost like a trick to see if he would try to get her eyes back on him - which he managed to do instantly by reaching his arm up to scratch his ear lobe, his muscles flexing under the tight sleeve of his button-down.

“That almost makes me sorry to tell you that you’re about an hour late, I was already flirted with by three men,” She sucked in a breath through her teeth, mocking sympathy. It was true, part of having rich parents is dealing with their distorted morals. They would rather sit back and watch their teenage daughter get hit on by old married men than have to network themselves. “But, if it makes you feel better, you’re the only one out of all of them that I actually want to talk to.”

"So I’m not out of the running yet I see,” He hummed, laying his palm out towards her, her eyes dipping down to look at it for a second. “Care to have a dance with me?” He asked when her eyes reached back up to look into his. He felt the weight of her hand sinking on top of his, making his eyes drop this time.

“I’m Y/N, just so you’re not dancing with a stranger.” She introduced herself before he could start to lead her to the dance floor.

“Ah, the guest of honour, the lady of the party, we finally meet,” He bowed to her, making her let out a laugh. She cringed when she heard it, knowing it wasn’t a dainty little giggle like expected in the situation, but she couldn’t help herself but to laugh, he was bowing to her as if she were royalty. The boy didn’t seem deterred by her less than cute laugh, instead, there seemed to be a flicker of sparkle in his eye at the sound. At that moment, Y/N could have sworn she had fallen in love. “I’m JJ.” He returned the introduction, standing up, her hand still wrapped in his. Kiara had been right, he did find his way to Y/N and she didn’t mind one bit.

“Pleased to meet you, JJ.” She nodded, giving a little curtsy before she could stop herself. Fighting the urge to cringe yet again while her cheeks flared, she was grateful that JJ simply started to lead her to the dance floor. Stepping onto the small deck platform which Y/N couldn’t even begin to guess it was used for when there wasn’t a party. It was even brighter, with the outer perimeter of lights on top of the ones that lined the dance floor alone, it was bright enough to land an aeroplane.

Once the next song, a slower song, started to play and JJ led her in the dance, Y/N seemed to blackout. She could feel the heat of JJ’s hand on her waist, the other one holding her hand as if they were truly at a ball, waltzing the night away. She could feel his back flex from where her fingertips lightly touched his shoulder blade, the muscles rippling with every move he made. She barely registered the way the skirt of her dress billowed as he twirled her, her hair fanning out and her eyes closing with laughter only to be pulled into his body, flush against each other - her breathing hitching as she felt his warmth and abs, his face inches from hers despite the height difference between them.

“Maybank,” A shout dissolved the fairytale land they had plunged themselves into, making Y/N gasp, pulling out of JJ’s grasp just as his face had dropped an inch closer to hers. “Back to work or you don’t get paid!” The man gruffed aggressively before looking back at his clipboard, talking into his earpiece.

“Don’t worry, my lady, this shall not be the last you see of me tonight.” JJ reassured her with a wink, running back off to the side as the man started to approach like an angry bull. Y/N, still a bit shocked, watched him, hoping and wishing with all her might that he was right - it isn’t going to be the last she sees of him. Slowly, the crowd morphed, blocking her view of the blonde who bewitched her mind and soul to only think and need him, as if he was Elizabeth Bennet and she was Mr. Darcy.

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Lo and behold, JJ had been right, it wasn’t the last Y/N had seen of him. With every shift of the crowd, she managed to find him on the other side of the room, his eyes watching her just like when she first saw him. Every time, a swirl in her stomach and heat in her cheeks plagued her - a side effect of his gaze. Though, as happy as she was that he hadn’t managed to forget about her, she still wished for him to find his way to her yet again instead of his eyes whispering to her across the lawn. It wasn’t until now, as she was nodding along half-mindedly as Rafe Cameron talked that he did. “The restaurant in the Country Club is the best. My usual table looks right over hole nine of the golf course which is also where I got a hole-in-one.” He yammered on, bragging.

A gentle tap on her shoulder ceased the conversation, making her turn her head only to see the blonde she was waiting for all night. Extending his hand to her, she noted a piece of folded-up paper between his fingers. “Excuse me, I was instructed to give this to the Lovely Lady.” He clarified as Rafe seemed to breathe fire at JJ’s presence, his eyes burning dangerously into him.

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled brightly, her eyes seeming to sparkle as she plucked the paper from his hand. Turning to Rafe, her smile became less authentic. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to see what this is.” She dismissed herself, walking off to the side of the party once again, unfolding the paper. It looked like paper from a waiter's pad, ripped hurriedly. ‘Lovely Lady, I sensed you were in need of rescuing.’ The note read. Even without his name and with just meeting him, she could tell it was from the messenger himself. Lifting her eyes from the note, letting them drift over the crowd until they landed on the sharp blue eyes watching her as he walked through the crowd yet again.

“We meet again.” He breathed out once he stepped up to her, standing only inches from her.

“Looks like it,” She nodded, amazed that he kept coming to her. She wasn’t used to that kind of treatment from people who looked like JJ. “Thank you for the note and thank you for the lovely night-” She wanted to tell him about how he managed to chase away any darkness clouding over her this whole party, or at least tell him how bewitched she was with him since the first moment she laid eyes on him - but her mother and father swooped upon her, sensing any shred of happiness she felt and crushing it.

“Come now, Y/N, you don’t need to thank the staff and it’s time to leave.” Her mother grabbed her elbow, pulling her from JJ before either of them could say anything else. Stumbling slightly, Y/N hiked the long, flowing skirt of her dress up, wide eyes watching JJ in shock and disparity - wanting more time with him because she knew too well that it wasn’t guaranteed that they would see each other again.

“We will meet again, Lovely Lady.” He mouthed to her before the crowd once again separated them, too thick to see through. Being dragged by her mother into the darkness of the night, the shining lights of the party disappeared as they rounded the house, but the magic never left her. Especially when she saw the blonde hair step to the side of the party, watching her leave. Too preoccupied with the blush filling her cheeks as she thought over the night, she barely registered her mother dropping her arm, the three walking silently towards their house next to the Cameron’s.

It was as if the entire world around her was sparkling as she floated after her parents, her mind consumed by snapshots of the night. From the shared glances to the way their fingers grazed each other when she took the note from him. It was purely whimsical and so magical that she was convinced it was all a dream she would be woken from any second. “You should go to bed, we have brunch with the Cameron’s tomorrow.” Her mother advised, but her words went in one ear and out the other as Y/N stumbled up the stairs, her dress balled in her hands carelessly. Biting back a smile, she tried her best to hold in her squeals and excitement until she was safely in her room, high above the ground and extravagant beyond necessity.

With a click of her door and a twist of the lock, she nearly bounced to her bed, squealing all the way. Her body felt like it was consumed by light, shining through the dark of her room, rivalling the moonlight and glow from the party next door as they glowed through the windows. She felt like she had spent the entire night fusing and bonding and now, she was burning a bright light just like the stars in the sky, only continuing to shine brighter and brighter as she thought back to the night.

Sighing dreamily, she flopped down upon her large bed, nearly being swallowed by the fluffy comforter and heavenly soft mattress. She was completely and entirely enchanted by meeting JJ. Her head was spinning as she imagined what it would be like to date him. Imagining him showing up to her doorstep, proclaiming his love for her as he told her that he was also enchanted and bewitched by her. Letting out yet another loud squeal, Y/N rolled onto her stomach, kicking her legs out of pure excitement and romance as she buried her face in her pillow, the wide smile on her face hurting her cheeks.

But, just like with every star, it is destined for demise. The burning, the growing, the bonding, and the brightness of her happiness weakened before finally bursting like a supernova. Shooting up in the bed, she rushed to one of her many windows, looking out over the party, watching as it died down. From above, she could barely make out who certain people were, but she could spot the blonde who took up most of her night easily. Standing off to the side with two more workers (she could guess were Pope and John B), along with Sarah and Kiara, all standing and talking as people bid thanks to the hosts. “What if he has someone else? What if he already met his own Elizabeth Bennet?” She whispered.

She gazed upon them, watching as they conversed. Sarah and Kiara seemed to be ordering JJ to do something from what Y/N could see. She furrowed her brows, leaning closer to the window, trying to figure out what was going on. Sarah’s arm flew out to the side, her finger pointed right at Y/N’s house, the group turning to it. Even with her room darkened other than the light through the window, she didn’t want them to know she was spying, making her fall to the ground quickly with a thud on the hardwood floor. Gasping, she laid flat, her heart pounding and racing. Flopping onto her back, she blinked up at the ceiling, looking at the distorted shape of the window filled in by light from the moon. “Please don’t have someone else. Please don’t let this night go.” She whispered, clasping her hands to her chest as she pleaded with the universe.

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