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nancy-reads · 8 months

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you belong with me

pairing: fred weasley x reader

summary: fred wakes up after a wild night with his team to his phone buzzing nonstop after his latest tweet. Turns out he accidentally invited his old chemistry partner (and long-time crush) to the second game of the season. pining and fluff ensue.

warnings: a tiny little bit of spice at the end (it's really not that much i just want to warn you guys)

authors note: i promise the sequal to am i the one you think about will come out, i just got a bunch of inspiration to write this all of the sudden and wanted to share it with you guys!!

CROSSPOSTED TO AO3

As soon as Fred woke up, he regretted everything. His head was pounding, his throat was dry, and his muscles ached. Every part of him wanted to lie back down and never get up again.

His memories of last night were fuzzy at best. He was hanging with some of the boys from his team, celebrating after their first game of the season. Many beers were passed around, and for some reason, Fred had a vague memory of the team shouting at him over and over to do it.

Strange. They probably wanted him to take a bunch of shots or something. Usually, he’d be down, but not during football season. He had games to win, and Superbowls to play at.

Fred opened his eyes and blinked sleepily. As the world came into focus, he realized that his phone was buzzing, and had been for a while. He rolled over, chugged a glass of water, and grabbed his phone.

His jaw dropped as he saw the flood of notifications.

Fred Weasley’s Secret Crush?

Fred Weasley Invites Mystery Girl to Sunday’s Game Over Twitter

Football Hearthrobb Fred Weasley Has a Girlfriend?!

Holy shit.

There was only one person this could be about, and he might just die from embarrassment if he was right. You had probably completely forgotten about him, while he still liked all of your Instagram photos on his private account.

Fred scrolled through his notifications to see what looked like a million from Twitter alone, and a text from nearly everyone he knew.

Taking a deep breath, he tapped the Twitter app and clicked on his profile.

Fred Weasley @thebetterweasley

never would have gotten to the nfl without my college chem partner @ynln… tickets to the next game on me?

Fred’s eyes widened as he reread his tweet over and over again. He could feel his entire body heating up as he fought the urge to bury his head in his hands.

He just blew it. Entirely. You would never be interested in him now. You’d just think he wanted the attention, or worse, just for a quick fling.

Fred couldn’t imagine ever only wanting a fling from you. You and your gorgeous hair, beautiful eyes, and the way you talk way just mesmerizing. He could never focus during Intro To Chemistry because you’d be sat right next to him, eyes sparkling and pen flying as you took notes.

And he saw your grades. You were basically a genius, acing every test and perfecting every project. You were probably in grad school right now or in some sort of job for brilliant people who are saving the world.

You probably had no idea who he was.

After an embarrassingly long time spent moping, Fred got out of bed and reluctantly headed to the gym to work out. In between reps, he responded to the thousands of texts that he received, either congratulating him or calling him an idiot.

He definitely knew which ones were right.

His tweet had millions of likes by now, so there was no chance that you’d missed it. He’d been contacted by loads of news outlets, asking for a quote or an interview or anything about you, and he’d denied all of them. The passive-aggressive text from his manager, Alicia, was enough to make him want to delete every social media account he owned.

Fred had just finished his last stretch routine and was headed toward the showers when he got a notification.

Y/N L/N @ynln

maybe i’ll swing by…see if we still have chemistry

Fred could feel the heat spread from his neck all the way to his hairline. He wanted to giggle and kick his feet like a lovesick teenager. Maybe he didn’t ruin everything after all?

You tweeted it a minute ago..would it be weird for him to like it immediately?

Yes. Yes, it would.

That didn’t make him want to do it any less.

As Fred headed to the shower, a massive smile adorning his face, he immediately hit the call button because he had to tell someone about this. You responded to his tweet. He wanted to jump around and squeal like a kid with a crush.

Which was pretty accurate, to be quite honest.

“George,”

“Freddie, I just finished my workout, is this really that imp-”

“She responded to my tweet!!” Fred nearly shouted. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes shining with excitement. He didn’t recognize himself as he looked in the mirror. His smile was too big for his face, and his ears were bright red.

“It did have more than a million likes, Fred. I think she kind of had to.”

“Don’t ruin this for me George. I’ve liked her for so long, what do I even do now?”

Fred could hear George’s exasperated smile from miles away. “First, you are going to take a deep breath. You are a cool NFL football player, not a horny teenager. “

“Right. Yes.”

He took a deep breath, but his heart was still racing and the butterflies in his stomach would not go away. Come on Fred, you are gonna be normal about this. You can do it.

“You got that Fred?” George asked. Fred murmured an affirmative. “Okay, now you are gonna get tickets to the VIP booth, four of them.”

“Four? Why-”

“Because one of them is for Mum, as you know she will get there somehow if you’ve invited a girl.”

“That’s fair, actually.”

“Also, the public loves her so I assume that your girl will want to meet her too.” Fred pointedly ignored how his heart raced at the words “your girl.” George continued, “You’re also not going to be the asshole who makes her go alone, so give her a couple tickets for her friends.”

“When did you get so smart with girls?”

George chuckled. “Oh this is all Angelina. I don’t know anything.”

“Yeah, that makes a lot more sense, Georgie.”

“Hey!”

Fred hung up as he orders four VIP tickets for the game. He immediately sends one to his mum, but he pauses before sending it to you.

see you at the game! you better be wearing red and gold…

Fred added a winky face, then immediately deleted it. He didn’t want to seem too juvenile or worse, weird. His thumb hovered over the blue send button, rereading the DM over and over. At last, he admitted defeat and sent a screenshot to Geoge.

F: does this sound okay?

G: yes. stop worrying.

F: you act as if you were not the same way when you asked angelica to the yule ball

G: shut up

Fred snorted as he switched back to Twitter. He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and pressed send.

For the rest of the week, Fred practiced harder than ever. All eyes were gonna be on him this week, and he needed a win. More importantly, you were gonna be at this game, and he knew who he wanted to dedicate his touchdown to.

He’d been thinking about it since that freshman year chemistry class when he was nothing but a rookie tight end, and the NFL was nothing but a dream. The crowd goes wild, but the only person he’s looking at is you.

Christ, when did he become such a romantic?

He felt a smile split across his face when his phone buzzed during a break.

Y: i looked through my closet and i don’t know if i have any red and gold…might have to steal something of yours

F: stay after the game and maybe we’ll see

The two of you didn’t text often, maybe a couple of times a day, but it was always a highlight. Locker room talk had devolved into just making fun of Fred’s puppy dog eyes and lovesick smile whenever he opened his phone.

Someone from the press got a picture of him smiling at his phone, and the internet exploded even more.

Fred Weasley Caught Blushing At His Phone During Practice

Fred Weasley’s Smile Has the Internet Swooning

Fred Weasley’s Mystery Girl: Who Is She?

Part of him wanted to feel embarrassed with all the attention, but he was too grateful that you had finally given him the time of day to really think about it. He was laser-focused on every play and worked extra hard at the gym. They would win the game this week, even if it was purely by his will.

Fred had never been this nervous for a game before. Every single playoff game, championship, or even the Superbowl hadn’t prepared him for this feeling.

His girl was up there, and he had to impress you today.

The crowd screamed louder than ever as he ran onto the field with his team. There were signs everywhere, asking if you were here and making jokes about Fred being a loverboy. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face as he looked around the stadium, taking it all in.

There was nothing he loved more than football, and having other people love him for it was even more special.

Still, Fred tried to catch your eye in the VIP booth, and his smile widened when he saw you talking to his mum. Embarrassing as it was, everyone loved her, so she was probably the quickest way to your heart. Eventually, though, his mum took pity on him and pointed him out to you.

And shit, your smile when Fred finally looked into your eyes. The two of you were far away, so it was hard to tell, but he already knew it was beautiful. He stared at you, probably for longer than was considered normal until the whistle blew and he was forced to follow his team.

This was probably the best game his team had ever played. Everyone was in sync, and the plays they’d worked on all summer were gaining them yards across the field. Everyone could feel the energy in the stadium as people cheered his name.

The only problem, Fred hadn’t yet scored a touchdown. Halftime had just ended, and the team was up thirty-one points. He could feel the coaches wanting to pull him out and let the best people rest while they had such a great lead, however, he silently begged them to let him stay in.

Just one good play and I’ve got this.

And his chance finally came halfway through the third quarter. They were only a few yards away from the endzone, and Fred knew that this was his chance as Oliver called the play.

The whistle blew, and Fred didn’t even see the other players as he sprinted into the endzone, dodging anyone who attempted to get in his way. He and Oliver were in perfect sync as he threw the ball straight into Fred’s hands, securing another six points for the team.

The crowd screamed as the touchdown was announced, and Fred couldn’t stop himself from doing a little victory dance. His eyes found your booth as he headed to the sideline, and he blushed from head to toe at your reaction. You were jumping around and screaming with joy (he hoped) and you looked adorable.

In a moment of confidence, he caught your eye, placed his hand on his chest, and held out half a heart, mouthing “This one is for you.”

Part of him wondered if he was coming on too strong, but the other part was enamored with you as you clasped your hand over your beautiful smile and held half a heart back.

The crowd let out an “aww” as you showed up on the screen beside him, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming at the nearby camera. He could feel people tapping away at their phones to post on social media, but he didn’t care. You were cheering for him.

The game continued, and Fred was mostly put on the sidelines to give some of the rookies a chance to play, as it was looking pretty good for his team. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at your booth, so much so that the team was beginning to notice.

“Fred, loverboy, the game is this way,” Lee Jordan teased.

“Staring at your mom, Weasley?” Andrew Sloper asked.

Even Oliver, who usually had a stick up his ass, joined in on the fun. “God, Fred, you’d think Taylor Swift was here or something.”

Fred was happy to laugh with them. He hadn’t remembered feeling this giddy in a long time, and he couldn’t push the smile from his face. Part of him was eager for the game to be over, so he could go see you.

Still, his hands shook and butterflies erupted from his stomach when he thought about heading up to your booth. Would conversation flow? Would you even like him in person after all these years? Did you only come for free tickets or for internet clout?

That wasn’t it, he knew. You were too kind, too good to do that when it was obvious how head over heels he was for you. Still, part of him worried.

Fred was sure his team was sick of him by now. He’d been agonizing over his hair for the past thirty minutes as he prepared to leave the locker room and finally see you. He’d blown you a kiss as he left the field, and he was wondering if he’d come on too strong, and clearly if his hair was wrong it would ruin everything.

Maybe he was panicking a little bit. He’d texted you a few minutes ago, giving you instructions on how to get to the family and friends area outside the locker room. He hoped his mum would guide you there, as the last thing he wanted was for you to get lost and attacked by rabid football fans. You didn’t deserve that.

After a few more minutes, he realized that his hair was hopeless (it looked fine) and decided he would rather not leave you waiting. With a last look in the mirror and a deep breath, he headed out of the locker room.

The area was crowded; full of girlfriends, wives, children, and all sorts of family and friends of the team. There was a buzz in the room of people talking, laughing, and generally celebrating the win. The sounds got even louder as he entered, and Fred could see people acting like they weren’t staring at him.

Still, he wasn’t paying attention to anything but you as you locked eyes across the room. You gave him a shy smile, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming as he headed straight for you.

“Hey,” you said. Your eyes were piercing, and very distracting. He couldn’t seem to form a thought as he stared into them.

“Hey,” he said back, stupidly. He hesitated for a moment as the butterflies felt more like stampeding wildebeest in his stomach. “Did you enjoy the game?”

There was a teasing lilt to your voice as you responded. “I don’t know. It was alright, I suppose.”

“Alright?” Fred asked in mock annoyance. He placed a light hand on your back as he guided you out of the family area. “I guess next time I’ll give my free VIP tickets to someone else.”

You snorted. “As if you have someone else to give them to.”

“Hey! I have plenty of people to give tickets to.”

“Like who?” you asked. “Your mom?”

Fred smiled and placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “You dare insult Mother Weasley?”

You smiled and stared at the ground as you shook your head. “Never. We had a great time hanging out tonight.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I’m glad. I have a feeling that you’re going to be her new favorite.”

As the two of you neared the press area, Fred straightened and pressed his hand slightly closer to your back. He didn’t want to be too forward, however, he knew how aggressive the press could be. “For this next part, just be careful of the reporters. Our security is really good, and honestly,” he chuckled a bit, “I could take most of them, but I don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable.”

You nodded and pressed a bit closer to him, making him blush even harder.

It was a small hallway, and the press was kept behind some silver barriers that allowed the two of you some space to walk. Cameras flashed and videos recorded Fred and you walking past. You had the prettiest smile in the world, and Fred couldn’t stop looking at you as you gave an especially beautiful one to the cameras.

He’d have to find that photo later.

Fred was desperate to grab your hand as the two of you walked toward his convertible, but his hands were sweaty and shook at the thought. You looked gorgeous in the moonlight, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping to your lips.

As the two of you sped off, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “I believe I was promised a jersey after the game.”

He smirked. “I’m pretty sure I said we’ll see.”

“So you don’t want to see me in your jersey next game?”

“Who said you were getting invited to my next game?”

“Seemed like someone enjoyed having me there tonight,” you said, looking away from him, a teasing smile on your face.

Fred smiled. “When did you get so confident? I remember it took forever for us to actually talk when we met.”

“I know it may surprise you Freddie, but some of us grew up a bit after college.”

“Really?” he gasped, dropping his jaw. “That's crazy.”

“And,” you added, “some of us have learned how to tell when someone is flirting with us.”

That's when Fred’s jaw dropped for real, and red spread all the way to his ears. He turned back to the road, focusing on driving as hard as he could. Letting you see the giddy beam on his face was not an option. Your hand moved toward the center console, right next to his, and every part of him itched to hold it.

He cleared his throat. “So, uh…how have you been?”

He listened to you describe your life and your job as if he had not been stalking you on Instagram since he met you. It seemed like you had thrived since college, and Fred felt his heart soar when he heard how happy you were. You deserved everything, and Fred silently hoped he would be there to see you get it.

As the two of you pulled into the parking lot, Fred caught you staring at him, biting your lip as he backed into the spot. He smiled to himself as he got out of the car and opened the door for you.

“Dinner?”

Dinner was perfect. Fred couldn’t stop laughing and smiling in your presence, and it seemed like you were having a great time as well. Every so often the conversation would lull, and he would catch you staring at him as the two of you enjoyed your meal.

He did his share of staring as well, but he hoped that he was less obvious about it.

(He wasn’t.)

Fred finally found the courage to grab your hand as the two of you were leaving the restaurant, with your head thrown back in a laugh that rocked his world. You just looked so adorable that he had to hold you, even if it was just your hand.

He knew it was the right choice when you immediately squeezed his hand. He squeezed back, which caused you to do it again, beginning an all-out hand-squeezing war that only ended when the two of you were laughing too hard to continue.

Christ, your laugh was just so beautiful. You looked so free and so happy when you simply threw your head back and laughed, letting your joy overtake your entire body. Fred could feel himself staring, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be a part of your sunshine.

Too soon, you stopped laughing and just stared back at him. He held your gaze for a moment, letting his eyes flick to your lips every so often. He stepped closer to you. Close enough to touch you. Close enough to lean in…

Close enough to kiss you.

You’re eyes slid shut as Fred leaned in and placed a hand under your chin to tilt your face up to meet his. Slowly, so terribly slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

Your lips were soft, and they seemed to meld with his perfectly. Fred could feel his pulse racing as you tugged on the lapels of his jacket to get closer. Christ, he just wanted to be closer to you, closer, and closer.

You opened your mouth slightly, and Fred took that opportunity to part your lips and deepen the kiss. He felt you inhale sharply and panicked for a moment until he heard your small moan at the movements of his tongue. All Fred knew was that he wanted to hear that sound again, and again, and again until you couldn’t make it anymore, until you were tired and sick with pleasure-

You gasped as you pulled away from him. Your lips were raw and red, matching the blush that colored your cheeks. It was silent for a moment as the two of you gazed at each other.

Fred smirked. “So…do you think we still have chemistry?”

#this isn't inspired by recent events at all #nope #not me #fred weasley x reader #fred weasely x yn #fred weasley #harry potter #fanfic #xreader #writing #sports romance

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styw · 3 years

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Rain in Paris

All I ever see is you.

"Jisoo, don't look."

Jisoo hummed, turning her achilles heel to where Jennie was staring, and blinked almost unbelievably when she grasped it.

"Shit. I told you to not look. Are you dumb?" Jisoo felt something wrapped into her wrist and there, she saw Jennie holding it tightly, and tried to walk them into somewhere private where she couldn't see, but Jisoo didn't want to run anymore. She was exhausted.

"It's okay," she says as she sucks her breath. "I'm fine, Jennie. It's okay. It's been six months, I'm sure... I'm sure she's fine too."

Jisoo knew she had said it with a tight smile because Jennie was giving her the look, the familiar look she had seen over the past few months, and honestly, Jisoo was getting sick of it. It was time for a change.

"Are you sure?" Jennie pulled her wrist to her chest and drew small circles on it.

Jisoo nodded. She hoped her smile wasn't too tight for Jennie to notice, but then again, nothing goes undetected once you've got Jennie Kim's eyes locked on you.

"Are you really really sure that you're going to be fine? Because if you're not, I'm going to ditch the party and just have movie marathons with you."

Jisoo scoffed a smile as she pulled her hand away from Jennie's grasp. That earned an alarming look from Jennie, and Jisoo noticed that, but she only gave her a kind smile.

These past few months, Jennie Kim has been nothing but a sweet, protective cheeseball to her, and Jisoo appreciates her best friend for always being there when she needs her most. However, she couldn't let herself become like this every time she saw her. Jisoo doesn't want to allow herself to be dependent. She refuses to.

"I am fine now, Jennie." Jisoo tangled her hand with Jennie's and smiled almost brightly, almost as if she had almost let herself be fooled for once that she was fine. when she was not.

"I'm fine," she repeated, but this time, she murmured it under her breath, and looked up with a slight crooked smile. She was going to stay strong today.

"Do you want me to fetch you some wine? I heard there's champagne here."

"I'm fine, Chu. It's just, I'm worried about y-"

"I'm going to get two champagnes for us, alright? Don't go anywhere. Lisa would be here soon."

Jisoo forced her two feet to walk and left Jennie without waiting for her reply. Jennie was too much of a nagged today and Jisoo wasn't in a mood to hear such a nag. In fact, all she wanted to do at this instant was to focus on why she came here today: pose for photographers, drink some champagne, and let herself have a break for once. She's not going to allow herself to sulk in the corner just because the love of her life was standing right there.

Well, the ex-love of her life, that is.

Jisoo drank two shots of whiskey when she felt a lump in her throat. No, not today. She wasn't going to let Chaeyoung win today. Not now, not tomorrow, and never. She wouldn't give her satisfaction about what their break up had done to Jisoo. However, she admitted it did leave a hole in her heart.

Jisoo closed her eyes for a second and tried to think about the beach house she had brought last year. Struggling, Jisoo tried to hear the waves in her ears. She pictured herself as she sat on the sand while she looked at the sun embracing the sea. She had tried to hum a song in her head, but when Jisoo did, the only song that came out of her lips was what Chaeyoung had taught her last year. It was Chaeyoung's favorite song, if ain't got you by Alicia Keys.

What was wrong with her? Sometimes, Jisoo wishes she could reset her memory of Chaeyoung and just delete them fore-

"Hi."

Jisoo had stiffened up in her place when she heard a voice that had been hunting her for months. It was Chaeyoung's voice. Jisoo could not doubt it. She was certain it was Chaeyoung's voice, her favorite person.

"Hey," Jisoo said, turning around with a phony smile.

"How are you?"

"Cool. You?"

Chaeyoung had stiffened in her position. That didn't go unnoticed by Jisoo, and she hated herself for how much she remembered. She doesn't need a fucking witch marble to guess, because until now, she still memorized how Chaeyoung spoke, how she moved, and more importantly, how she imperfectly tried to hide her emotions before Jisoo. Chaeyoung was still the book Jisoo had adored so much.

"I'm fine. Actually, doing well..." Chaeyoung touched the rim of her champagne glass and smiled a little. She was not.

Jisoo flashed a small smile as she pretended to not notice. She was not here to emphathize. She was here to lose herself, fuck around, and drink some champagne for once in her life, and she's going to do that even if the love of her life is standing right in front of her.

Who cares anyway? She was not Chaeyoung's anymore.

"That's nice. I have to go now. Bye, Chae-"

"Wait!"

Jisoo halted her steps and stared at Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung was looking at the floor, almost like a shy school girl, and for once, it made Jisoo coo about how adorable she was.

"...I'm sorry."

And when Jisoo thought she couldn't freeze any more, she was proven wrong. She felt she couldn't even lift an inch of her finger when she heard and felt how sincere Chaeyoung was.

"I'm sorry, Jisoo." She repeats. Almost like she was pleading for her to comeback. Jisoo didn't like it a bit.

Jisoo tightened her grip on the monkey bar she was holding in her mind. She wouldn't falter. She wouldn't allow herself to. But when she saw that Chaeyoung was in a state to cry and could feel just how vulnerable and naked Chaeyoung was, she felt she needed to take their issue somewhere where eyes and the camera lens could not see them, so she grabbed Chaeyoung's wrist, and let her steps lead them their way.

Jisoo had let go of Chaeyoung's wrist when they reached the balcony. And when silence engulfed them, Jisoo sighed so loudly, reached out to ruffle her own hair, and felt Chaeyoung's eyes burning on her.

Jisoo turned her head and she wished she didn't, because as soon as she saw. She took the hanky from her pocket and gave it to Chaeyoung.

"Don't cry," Jisoo looked at the flat view. "People will think I bullied you or something."

Somehow, Jisoo heard a chuckle and she smiled a little. She could still hear Chaeyoung sniffling, and Jisoo remembered so dearly how she would wrap her arms around her just to comfort Chaeyoung.

She hates this. She doesn't.

"How's Jennie?" Jisoo held back her head to turn.

"She's fine," Jisoo smiles. "She's been a baby lately. She wouldn't refuse to leave me alone. She wouldn't even let me go out alone. She's like a glue stick to me."

"Except now?"

"Except now," Jisoo repeats and chuckles. She hoped it wasn't too forced.

She heard no response from Chaeyoung, and when Jisoo turned her head, their eyes met. And for a split second, Jisoo wanted to know how it felt to be in Chaeyoung's arms again. Chaeyoung's eyes were burning red, her face was puffy, and Jisoo cursed herself for that.

I'm still longing for you. I hate you.

"I miss you, you know." Chaeyoung said, her voice almost strained as she stilled her gaze.

A bitter laugh escaped from Jisoo's lips. "Yeah. Sure you do."

"I'm serious."

"You don't, Chaeyoung."

"I miss yo-"

"If you missed me, why didn't you come for me?" Jisoo snapped. Chaeyoung had pursed her lips as she stared down at the floor.

"Don't tell me you missed me if you don't mean it," She whispered. "It hurts me."

"But I mean it, Jisoo."

Suddenly, Jisoo felt something warm on her hand, and there, she saw Chaeyoung's hand resting on top of her. She looked up slowly and met Chaeyoung's intense gaze. Oh how she missed those eyes staring at her lovingly.

"I'm sorry for not fighting for us," She whispered and Jisoo let Chaeyoung play her fingers.

"I'm sorry for not being there with you when you needed us to fight for the relationship we have. You were right, I was a coward for not fighting for us." Chaeyoung started to draw small circles as she continued to talk. Tears were starting to stream down to her cheeks.

"I was just so afraid to defy them, Jisoo. You have to understand that they were the only family I had at that time, and I didn't want to disappoint them... No child wants to let their parents down. They were against of our relationship when I told them about us... so I thought of leaving you in order to stop their disappointment in me, but it didn't work.

I just want them to love me for who I am, Soo, but they never did. They never loved me for who I am, and I'm sorry..."

Without a word, Jisoo held her tears back, and pulled Chaeyoung closer to her embrace. For six months, Jisoo had always wondered what, where, and when she had gone wrong. What was wrong with her for Chaeyoung to leave her just like a rug? She had always thought she was the only one suffering from their break up, and their relationship didn't mean that much to Chaeyoung. Turns out, it did. Chaeyoung just happened to be good at being silent about it.

Chaeyoung was still sobbing uncontrollably into Jisoo's embrace and Jisoo was trying her best to whisper words that she remembered that would calm Chaeyoung.

"Hey, listen to me. Chaeyoung, it's alright. You hear me, It's oka-"

"No, you listen to me." Chaeyoung cuts off, pulling herself away as she sniffed and wiped her own tears. "I hurt you badly, Jisoo. You don't deserve that. You never do. My reason for what I did to you doesn't justify it. Still, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for breaking your heart."

Jisoo's eyes were tearing up as she listened and looked at Chaeyoung. This was her first time seeing this side of Chaeyoung, so desperate for forgiveness, so sincere, and so vulnerable. What happened? Jisoo pulled Chaeyoung back to her embrace and patted her head wordlessly. "I'm really sorry, Soo."

Jisoo didn't speak a word, instead she kept her position and held Chaeyoung close to her.

"I look horrible..." Chaeyoung murmured, pulling herself away to wipe off the smudged eyeliner.

Jisoo broke into a fit of laughter, and when Chaeyoung saw it, for the first time in the past six months, she felt warm in her stomach and pouted.

"Don't laugh."

"I'm not."

"You did." Chaeyoung narrowed her eyes accusingly and trailed her finger down to Jisoo's chest with a sad smile.

"Tell me something I don't know, Jisoo."

Jisoo smiled. "I forgive you, Chaeyoung."

Chaeyoung widened her eyes in shock, and Jisoo chuckled as she reached out and tucked Chaeyoung's blonde hair at the side. "Tell me something I don't know, Chaeyoung."

"I want us back, Jisoo," Chaeyoung muttered and took Jisoo's hands on hers. "I want us to try again. At a slow pace, or whatever you want, and this time I will fight for you, Jisoo."

With so much sincerity in her eyes, Jisoo knew Chaeyoung would fight for them, and so she leans closer and clashes their lips together. It's been six months since Jisoo got the taste of those lips and until now, it still felt sweet and beautiful. She adored every inch of it. Chaeyoung had circled her arms around Jisoo's neck and tightened them. She had missed Jisoo's lips too, and she was ready to risk it all just to get to taste those lips.

She was ready to risk everything for them to try again. Jisoo was worth it. She was worth it. Their relationship was worth fighting for.

When Jisoo had pulled from the kiss, she spoke something and that was enough for Chaeyoung to cry more, but instead of sadness, she cried in happiness.

"I want us back too."

#chaesoo #parkchaeyoung #kimjisoo #blackpink #ot4 #jenlisacameo #jenniekim #lalisamanoban #fluff #slightangst #slowburn #paris #gxg

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solaysa · 2 years

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The shoulder you cry on, the dose that you die on ~ Chapter Nine ~ Cold Smoke

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Alicia couldn’t resist a certain urge that night when she drove home from Jay’s place and made a stop at the gas station, bought a pack of Gauloises cigarettes, and drove home, where she sat down on the stairs that led up to her front door. In the light of the streetlamps, she got out her gold lighter, that served her as a lucky charm for years, and felt both regret and relief when she inhaled the smoke. She had an on again off again relationship with smoking ever since being a teen. It was in fact a good metaphor for her way of thinking – there was a constant battle between her rational thoughts she tried her best to follow to do good for herself and others and become better, and her strong emotions that constantly told her to run away, smoke, drink, run away, fuck, fight, curse, and run away from people some more. Sometimes, one side was stronger than the other.

Right now, she could feel that inner discrepancy very strongly. Her nerves have calmed down, but she still felt electrified. Her hands weren’t shaking anymore, but one leg was bouncing up and down restlessly. On one hand, she wanted to smoke that whole pack, screw what everybody says, and never kiss anybody ever again. On the other hand, she wanted to call Jay and explain everything to him and then find a good way to heal her wounds and learn to trust again. Ah shit. She inhaled the last bit and ground the cigarette. Back inside her house, she took a long and warm shower. When she came back into her living room, a towel around her body, she had a missed call from Jay. She sat down on the couch, typed a message, just to delete it and type something else. And again, and again, and again. “I’m trying, I am”, she whispered. She gave up finding the right thing to say and called her brother. He wasn’t the best at giving advice when it came to dating and all that, but he was definitely a good listener. And one of the few people to know why she did what she sometimes did.

Voight had offered Jay another day off to recover, but when Lindsay told him that the guys from Truck 81 had found a burnt corpse in a car that was set on fire, he decided to go back to work. He was aware that he was behaving like a teen, but he was hoping to see Alicia and talk to her. Hopefully, it was easier like that if he didn’t go to her directly. But since she hadn’t answered or returned his two calls that night and the following day, he knew he had to do something. He didn’t wanna end things like that. He couldn’t drop it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and what made her flee like that.

He was glad when Lindsay told Voight that she and Jay would go to the CFD to ask Severide some question about the fire itself.

An hour later they thanked Kelly, and got up to leave, when Alicia and Sylvie entered the Fire Department, arguing. When they both saw Erin and him walking towards the main door, they stopped. He could see a variety of emotions on her face for a second before she looked down.

“Oh, hey, a question”, Sylvie asked joyfully, unaware of how the situation just got a bit uncomfortable. “Can you guys arrest someone for forcing their bad taste of music on their partner?”

Finally, Alicia looked up. “Oh, you wanna turn yourself in?”, she asked dryly.

Erin laughed. “I’m afraid we’re the wrong people for that. It can’t be that horrible, Sylvie.”

Alicia raised her eyebrows, looking at her. “You’re right, some are just too weak.”

The blonde frowned. “That was not helpful.”

Jay couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey, another thing. Erin, it’s actually good that you’re here, Allie just told me that she’s searching for a roommate, and I told her that Nadia is looking for a place.”

Allie. He liked the sound of that even more.

“Oh, yeah”, Alicia said and brushed the hair out of her face. “So, the house I live in is spacious and all that, but the rent is a bit much on the long run, you know, so I was thinking about it. Maybe she can stop by one time and have a look at it? You can come too, of course.”

Erin smiled. “Sure, we will. That’s great, actually! I have your number, I’ll tell her about it and get back to you, okay? Sorry, but Jay, we gotta go.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there”, Jay said, giving his partner a look, she hopefully understood. She did, Erin nodded and went outside.

“I, uhm, make us some coffee.” Apparently, Sylvie got it too and went into the living room of the Fire Department. Now it was the two of them, standing in the entrance hall. Alicia put both hands in the pockets of her jacket, clearing her throat.

“Okay, this time, you’ve been the one to not answer the call”, Jay stated, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

“Yeah. I was… sorry. I didn’t know what to say. But I’ve been wanting to talk to you, Jay, I really am. It wasn’t right, the way I ran away.”

Jay sighed. “I just wanna know what happened. What I did wrong. I don’t want anything bad between us, no matter what this is, okay?”

Alicia nodded, a strand of hair falling into her face again. “I appreciate that. Very much. But uhm.” She paused when Kelly passed them by. “Not here. This is not a conversation for in between two emergency calls. It’s not easy for me, all this. And you gotta work too, so…”

“Okay. Just tell me when and where.”

Was that surprise on her face? “How about my place? Tonight, at eight?”

“I’ll be there”, he said before leaving the building and getting to the car Erin was already waiting in.

“So?”, she just asked, looking at him with a crooked smile and one eyebrow raised.

“So, what”, he countered a bit harsher than he wanted, trying to play it off. It was awkward enough as it was, dating someone after they both separated but still worked together. But what happened that night, he definitely didn’t wanna share with anyone else.

“So – what did you talk with her? You got a date? You have a thing with her? Oh, you definitely have.”

He rolled his eyes. “Just drive, Erin.”

She started the car and looked at him with a bright, knowing smile, before starting to drive. “Buuut, you like her, don’t you? I mean, she is really pretty. And quick-witted, I know you like that.”

He couldn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes. Even though he wasn’t seriously mad at her. ��Sounds like you already know everything.”

“Well, partner, I indeed know you well enough”, Erin said, before changing the topic and talking about how she would imagine Nadia living with Allie. He was just partially listening. With half his thoughts, he was preparing for tonight.

#jay halstead fanfiction #jay halstead x oc #jay halstead #cpd #one chicago

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nancysan · 3 years

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Dagny Silva, part 1 of 2

How would you characterize Dagny? Spunky? Yes. No-nonsense? Yes. Drop-everything-and-leave-after-a-breakup? Well, that’s what she would have us believe. Because she has been hurt.

Let’s go over a little bit of Dagny history.

From Soren’s texts to Dagny we can see that he knew Alicia, or of her, which means she was either in Skipbrott, or Dagny talked about her. A lot.

Dagny+Alicia= <3

Dagny-Alicia= </3

So, if Dagny is being honest about herself....... why is Dagny still in Skipbrott?

Let’s just talk about Dagny a little more for a second here, okay?

Dagny went through an unimaginably rough breakup with her life partner Alicia, who we find out went back to the states...meaning she was in Iceland with Dagny.

From how abruptly Soren’s text conversation starts up, we can also surmise that Dagny is still using her old phone, and her old number. So where did her presumably hundreds of other messages go?

She deleted them. They were too painful to look at. Yet, she couldn’t cut the cord entirely and get a new phone.

After the breakup, Dagny didn’t leave Skipbrot. “Of course,” you say, “because of the ship and the ‘treasure’”. While this is likely some of the reason, and a big part of what Dagny tells herself, this cannot be all of the reason. It just doesn’t make sense with the rest of what we have seen of Dagny’s personality. She would get up and leave the instant there was conflict. We saw her bank accounts. She is doing well enough to leave before finding this treasure. Which leads me to think that she stayed in Skipbrott very deliberately.

Dagny is waiting for Alicia to come back. This break up was more than rough for her, it devastated her, it changed her, and she still hasn’t come to terms with it. She cared about Alicia so much that she isn’t willing to admit that the love of her life is really gone; so she has to come back. Dagny is keeping her arms open, keeping her phone number the same, staying in Skipbrott, and trying to hold on to her love in the only way she knows how.

And Alicia won’t ever know that.

#clue crew #dagny silva #SEA #nancy drew #enjoy some feels with your cereal #the queue crew #the clue crew

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wordsandshawn · 4 years

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Secret | Part 1 | #ShawnMendesWritingCircle

A/N: I’m so excited to get to be a part of this writing circle. Thank you @saysweartogod-og for coming up with this amazing idea. This fic is a little spin off of a secret billionaire trope, and I can honestly say I’m so excited to see where some of the amazing writers participating in this decide to take it. I hope you enjoy this first chapter, and feel free to send feedback or thoughts about the chapter and where you think it might go, because my guess is as good as yours, and I’d love to talk about it!

WC: 2.6K

From the moment you met Shawn six months ago, you knew that letting yourself get involved with him was a bad idea. It took you about three seconds to come up with a handful of reasons why you could never let yourself fall for him, but it only took him one night to make you forget them all.

You stepped into his condo, spotted him, and knew who he was immediately before the words, “Hey, I’m Shawn,” Even fell from his lips. You told yourself you’d never come back here before you spoke a single word to him. You also vowed to kill Brian and Alicia the second you got them alone.

Brian is dating your roommate, which is how you wound up here in the first place. Alicia knows you rarely ever go out because you’re either working or studying, so when she found out you weren’t working for the first time on a Friday night, she practically begged you to come with her. She said she was meeting some of Brian’s friends for the first time and didn’t want to be alone. Despite you telling her that she’d obviously have Brian there, she refused to give up, and finally, you reluctantly agreed to go. You had no idea that Brian’s “friend” was Shawn Mendes.

At first, your only focus was getting through the party and out of the condo without anyone posting a photo of you online, knowing that photo would be circulated within minutes if it had Shawn in it too, and that’s the last thing you’d want. You didn’t expect it to be too difficult to avoid being in a photo with Shawn considering the condo was not small by any means, and there’s no reason for him to take any type of notice of you.

Even though you regretted accepting the invitation, you still decided to make the most of the night. Since you rarely let yourself go out, you were determined to enjoy the one night you had. You’re still nursing your first drink, despite it already being warm. As time passes, you watch as everyone around you becomes more and more inebriated. Phones are out, as they often are at parties like these, and you’re tired of hiding in the darkest corner you could find, so you slip outside. You’re not outside for even five minutes before you hear the sliding door open, the music drifting out from inside.

“Y/n, right?” Shawn questions, stepping outside, and you try to hide the shock on your face over the fact that he remembered your name.

“Mhmm,” You respond intentionally looking away from him.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks, taking the spot beside you by the railing so the two of you are standing shoulder to shoulder, except his shoulder is about five inches above yours.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You respond, not wanting to give him the real answer to that question.

“They’re all taking a lot of pictures in there.” He says, as though that’s an answer to the question, but it’s not.

“It’s your party, why wouldn’t you want to be in the pictures?” You question, surprised. You know why you don’t want to be in them, but you can’t seem to fathom why he wouldn’t want to be in pictures with his friends at his own place.

“Don’t want people to know where I am,” He says with a shrug. “What about you, why’d you slip out just now?” He asks again since you avoided the question the first time.

“Needed some air,” You lie, keeping your eyes trained on the city lights.

He doesn’t press the topic anymore. You’re expecting him to wander away, back inside to the party, but he doesn’t. Shawn asks about how you know Brian and you explain that he’s dating your roommate. To be polite, you ask him the same question and he shares that they met when they were six and on the same soccer team. For some reason, conversation comes easy with him, and you almost let your guard down. Almost.

After a talking for a while, he asks, “Can I get your Instagram?”

Suddenly you remember the promise you made to yourself earlier. “I don’t have one.” You say before slipping past him and heading back inside in search of the bathroom. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s wearing a perplexed look. When people hear you don’t have an Instagram, they look at you like you’re from outer space. That’s how ridiculous they think it is, and then they think you’re lying because you’re not into them. Even though you’re not lying, you never really cared if that’s what they thought.

By the end of the night, you’re just glad to make it out of there. Alicia is drunk enough that you drive her car back to your apartment, and the whole time, she’s mumbling about how she thinks Shawn likes you and about how Brian told her that he thinks you two would be good together. You tell her she’s talking nonsense, and Shawn would never like you like that, but deep down, you knew you already liked Shawn more than you would want to admit.

Brian gave Shawn your number, and you texted for two months before moving beyond friendship, even though you both knew it was heading in that direction from the very beginning. It took that long for you to finally be convinced that he was a safe person to be with. Shawn knew from the very beginning, before you even got together, that you did not want to go public with the relationship. He knew that you were completely off of social media, so it made sense that you wanted to keep your life private, and he agreed that it would be for the best.

Even after you got together, he was rarely ever in Toronto. He was busy traveling for work, and you were busy with work and Uni, so it was mostly a long distance relationship with a lot of texting and facetiming, but you’ve managed to make it work and treasure the small amounts of time you have together.

Shawn’s finally back in town, and you spent most of the day lazily hanging out. When night hit, a bunch of Shawn’s friends came over, including Brian and Alicia. This party feels a lot different from the last one. In that one, you were keeping to yourself, mostly in the corner or outside. Tonight, you feel like you can let your guard down, at least a little bit. Shawn had made it clear that his friends couldn’t post any pictures with him in them because he was supposed to be in Miami and his management would basically kill him if it got out he slipped away to come home to Toronto. Shawn was determined to come home for the weekend. He missed you, so he made a promise to his management that no one would find out he was here.

It worked out better for you because you felt like you were safe from worrying about pictures posted online. What you didn’t realize was that his friends never promised not to post pictures at all, just that they wouldn’t post pictures of Shawn. You’re standing around the kitchen island, laughing about something Alicia is saying when you spot Brian looking down at his phone. Out of curiosity, your eyes fall on his screen to see you and Alicia. He clicks post before you have a chance to say anything. In a second, you’re standing in front of him. “Hey, what did you just post?” You ask him.

“Don’t worry, it’s a nice picture.” He says, shrugging.

“Brian, delete it.” You say. He’s already drunk, and you’re starting to wish you had more than one drink because of the anxiety raising up within you. “Please, you have to delete that. Delete it right now, please.” You swallow your anxiety and fear, trying to keep your emotions from getting the better of you. It’s only now that you realize that you were basically screaming, and all the other conversations going on stopped because everyone is focused on you.

“Chill,” Brian says, but when you make it clear that you’re serious, he finally concedes. “Fine.” He deletes it, showing you his phone as he does so.

“Thanks,” You mumble before pushing past everyone still standing around staring at you and disappearing into Shawn’s room, slamming the door behind you. You pace across the room a couple of times before you hear a knock on the door.

You don’t say anything or make a move to open it. You’re still trying to calm your breathing and remind yourself that nothing happened. The picture was only up for no more than a few minutes. Everything’s okay, and you’re just being paranoid, at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

The door opens, and you turn to see who it is. Shawn’s standing in the doorway, questions swimming in his eyes, but he doesn’t ask any of them right away. You sit down on the bed, taking a deep breath, readying yourself to face him. He steps inside, closing the door behind him. “You okay?” He asks.

You swallow hard to keep your emotions down, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m sorry about that.” You nod toward the door, but you don’t offer an explanation.

Shawn takes a seat next to you, “That wasn’t just about us keeping our relationship a secret, was it?” He questions softly. He’s putting the pieces together. Shawn wasn’t even in the Instagram story, and even though you know Shawn’s fans keep track of his every move and watch all of his friend’s stuff, you’re not delusional enough to think that if you’re in one story everyone will know about you and Shawn. But as soon as you realized that Shawn’s friends get tens of thousands of views on their stories, it worried you. You’re worried that someone would see it, someone who you didn’t want to see it.

“I’m sorry I freaked out.” You respond. “But you should get back to your friends. I think I’m just going to go.” You say, starting to stand up.

Shawn reaches out for you, taking your hand in his. “Please don’t go.” He says. “I just want to know what’s going on with you. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” He seems concerned. Even though you’ve only known him for a couple of months, you already trust Shawn more than you’ve trusted anyone else. But with all of his friends here, along with knowing he’s already had a few drinks, you know now’s not the time to talk about this.

“I really think I should go. I’ll see you later, okay?” Shawn doesn’t try to stop you again. He’s already made it clear that he wants you to stay, but if you want to go, he’ll let you.

You get into your car and drive back to your apartment. When you arrive, you see that Shawn has texted you a few times. He asks you to text him when you get home safely. He also lets you know that if you want to talk about what happened, he’s there.

You text him back, letting him know you made it home, but you don’t say anything about the picture. After replying to Shawn, you turn off your phone and get ready for bed, trying to fall asleep before you worry yourself sick.

The next morning, when you wake up, you’re surprised that you don’t see a message from Shawn. He must still be sleeping, you think to yourself before getting out of bed. After brushing your teeth and putting your contacts in, you start walking toward the kitchen in search of breakfast. You stop short as soon as you step out of the hallway because you see Shawn sitting at your dining room table. He looks up from his phone when he sees you.

“Hey, Alicia let me in.” He explains before nodding toward the donuts, “I brought donuts.”

“Thanks,” You whisper, pulling out a seat and sitting down.

“Can we talk about last night?” He asks, hesitantly.

You knew that you would have to tell him sometime, but you were hoping you could avoid it for at least a little while longer.

“My dad’s really,” You pause, searching for the right word, finally saying, “Controlling.”

Shawn’s eyebrows knit together, and he watches you closely. He doesn’t know where this conversation is going, and you don’t blame him.

“Both of my parents wanted me to go into the family business, but I didn’t want to. They didn’t want to hear it or even consider letting me do anything else. When I turned eighteen, I left. I got a scholarship to a university they never knew I applied to. I deleted all my social media’s and I moved away.” You haven’t spoken those words aloud to anyone, ever, and you didn’t realize they would be so difficult to say.

“You ran away?” Shawn questions, his voice barely above a whisper, and you know that he’s just trying to wrap his mind around all of it. It’s a lot, so you don’t blame him.

“I’m not a teenaged runaway. I’m not a missing person.” You respond, knowing how it sounds. “I was eighteen. I told them I was moving away to go to University. I just didn’t tell them which one because I didn’t want them to just show up or think they could buy their way back into my life. I needed to do it on my own.”

He’s not quite understanding how you could just cut your family out of your life, and you know it’s a difficult concept. “Buy their way in?” He asks.

“Yeah, knowing my dad, he’d do something like buy a building on campus or something and then make a whole show of dedicating and opening it, or find some way to show up and manipulate their way back into my life, and I just didn’t want that.”

“So, what does your dad do?”

“You ever heard of Ardes Corp.” Shawn’s eyes widen. Everyone’s heard of Ardes Corp. “My real name is Y/n Ardes. I started using my middle name as my last name, so people wouldn’t know.”

“Okay, but why go through all these lengths to still not be found by them? You clearly did it all on your own, putting yourself through Uni and everything. Why would it matter if they saw a picture of you online?”

“You know how I said I told them I was leaving, so I didn’t just run away?”

“Yeah?”

“Well it wasn’t the best conversation. They kind of disowned me, and I kind of don’t want them to find me and confront me or tell me I’m living my life wrong or do whatever they might do if they change my mind and try to drag me back home.” That may not be the full story, but you think it’ll be at least enough to satisfy Shawn for the time being.

When he nods, and hands you a napkin, you take it gratefully.

“I guess that’s why you won’t even step outside with me, huh?” He questions, opening the box of donuts.

You bite your lip, meeting his eyes and nodding.

He nods back, a silent understanding passes between the two of you. Even though you just threw a lot of information about your past at him, he doesn’t seem to be put off by it, instead, he took it all in stride.

“Thanks for buying the donuts.” You say, as he motions for you to choose first.

“You’re welcome.” He says with a smile.

You choose the twist and Shawn takes one with chocolate on it, and the two of you eat in comfortable silence. You have no doubt that Shawn has more questions, and there’s a lot more that he deserves to know, but he’s only here for another day, and you’d much rather focus on this delicious donut and the idea of some quality time alone with your boyfriend instead of rehashing your past.

#Shawn Mendes #ShawnMendesWritingCircle #Shawn Peter Raul Mendes #Shawn Mendes imagine #Shawn Mendes fic #Shawn Mendes Writing Circle

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alannah-corvaine · 3 years

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the big ‘so you’ve found my blog’ post;

So. The follow button has led you to me, and now here you are with me on your dash. I assume you’re here for one to three reasons: the ffxiv content I post and reblog, my character(s), and/or the aesthetic content. Possibly also my riveting commentary on why ffxiv hasn’t added a sidebraid hairstyle yet. You’re all valid and welcome here.

Maybe you’re curious about me and my OCs, but you don’t want to go digging through my blog and the absolute mess of tags I’ve amassed over the years. I’m here to present a half-assed solution to your curiosity instead of fixing my tags in any sort of meaningful way.

WHO RUNS THIS BLOG?

I’m Alicia, I run this circus.

she/her pronouns, I’m cis.

I’m 31 years old at the time of writing this post.

This blog is 5 going on 6 years old.

If you see @alannahcorvaine that blog is also me but I don’t use it anymore, as it’s a sideblog and I moved over to this blog years ago.

I’ve been playing FFXIV since 2015.

I also play Elder Scrolls Online and World of Warcraft and have separate blogs for related OCs, content, and aesthetics.

I’m a cat person but I also love dogs.

I have a five year old black cat named Kilala who keeps me in line.

I’m not much of a people person, I’m made of anxiety and paperclips.

I yell into the void a lot, the void being my blog.

I don’t really RP outside of spectacularly outstanding circumstances these days, but character and world building are my jam.

Even if I don’t RP, I’m always down for character connections and relationships. I’m totally up for brainstorming and bouncing around headcanons.

Most of the time in game you’ll find me either standing around my house or out in the world taking screenshots. My mailing address is gpose.

I have a full roster of 8 characters on Balmung, but currently only 3 are active. You’ll probably see screenshots of the others too from time to time.

THE OCs

A L A N N A H C O R V A I N E

Your first assumption on seeing my blog name is that it’s probably the name of the titular OC that this blog focuses on. You would be correct. All of my OCs have their own blogs, however I am infinitely lazy and just end up posting screenshots of everyone here because this is where the followers are and the sideblogs end up being used as aesthetic warehouses. Anywhoo, here’s some need-to-knows about Alannah.

Alannah has two main verses: Warrior of Light and Non-WoL.

Her non-WoLverse is actually the primary one, but with Shadowbringers I’ve been focusing more on her WoL story.

I also have an infinite amount of AU verses for her based on various media but nobody has time for me to list all of those.

In both verses she’s a White Mage, a capable healer, but focuses more on offensive elemental spells (wind, water, earth).

Alannah is my only OC with a Warrior of Light verse.

She’s 23 years old.

She has severe allergies to grass, pollen, dust, dander, and certain foods.

Her allergy reactions are largely kept at bay by a delicate chain diadem made and blessed by padjal. It also helps correct her shitty vision, magic is great.

Her deepest fears include deep water and phurbles.

She has four older brothers: Faron, Ean, Davon, and Brennan.

Family issues. Just so many family issues. That’s an entire post on its own.

Her hair is dark brown, not black. I cannot state this emphatically enough no matter what my edits look like.

The white streaks are magical scars, the cause of them vary by verse.

Non-WoL Alannah is married to Nine Outway, they have a three-year old daughter named Aislinn.

Warrior of Light Alannah (hereafter known as WoLannah) I ship exclusively with dead ghost boyfriend Ardbert.

Deep-seated anger issues buried beneath a placid and friendly exterior.

Her aether is just irreparably borked and highly chaotic and is controlled via her staff and arcane symbols painted onto her arms in aether ink.

Her childhood dream was to be a powerful thaumaturge, which didn’t work out with her aether control issues.

R E B E C C A “B R I N A” C R O S S ( @thesilentcygnet )

26 years old.

Born to a moderately wealthy Limsan merchant family.

2 older sisters: Pippa and Lacy.

Jacke Swallow (of rogues guild fame) is her best friend (and secret love) since childhood.

Her entire family was murdered when she was 16 because her father made shady deals with the wrong people and owed them money.

She’s been mute since the day of the massacre after witnessing the murders while hiding in the cellar beneath their feet.

She’s been staying with Jacke and his cohorts in the Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss since then, though he’s the only one that knows her true identity.

A long chain of events has lead to her being kidnapped from Kugane, shipwrecked off the coast of Othard twice, sucked into a magical whirlpool, and left stranded on the First.

Will she ever get home? Perhaps, when I’ve finally decided that her ridiculous journey has been Odyssean enough.

K H I A R N A K H A ( @khi-tastrophe )

29 years old.

An incandescent ball of unquenchable rage, probably for valid reasons.

The daughter of the khan of a minor offshoot of the Kha tribe.

Had a twin sister named Khiela, who pretended to be kidnapped by an aggressive suitor and lead Khiarna on a wild goose chase across Eorzea in an attempt to find her.

Khiela and her lover conspired to and succeeded in murdering her father.

Khiarna returned to Othard and murdered the shit out of both of them in retaliation for killing her father.

She was then unanimously chosen as her father’s successor and currently reigns as khatun to the nomadic merchant tribe.

While traveling across Eorzea in search of her errant sister, Khi was involved in a relationship with a pathological liar, which has severely damaged her ability to trust people (on top of her family drama).

Currently in a relationship with Sidirahg of the Sixth ( @sidirahg ), who has the patience of a saint with her issues and also might be a masochist.

Khi is a shaman and uses a mix of conjury and pugilism in combat.

She covers her fists and feet in a solid layer of rock and then lights them on fire, using a combination of speed, flexibility, and disorienting blows to fell her opponents.

COMMON TAGS I USE

#alannah aesthetic - aesthetic tag.

#screenshots - tag for unedited screenshots of my characters.

#edits - tag for screenshot edits done by me.

#drabbles - tag for writing done by me.

#about alannah - tag for character profile memes, ask replies, relevant quotes.

#art of alannah - tag for art i’ve commissioned of Alannah.

#commissions - tag for art i’ve commissioned that also includes my other OCs.

#lanna things - tag for posts relevant to Alannah.

#9 - tag for posts related to Nine Outway.

#familial faultlines - tag for all of Alannah’s family issues.

#benedictions]&[bulletholes - ship tag for Alannah and Nine (contains screenshots, quotes, and aesthetic inspiration).

#the gravity of guilt - sub-B&B ship tag referencing events at the ruins of Nym.

#scars of nym - another B&B tag because I don’t have enough of them.

#otp: as one fool to another - ship tag for WoLannah and Ardbert

#AU: Warrior of Light - WoLannah tag.

#AU: Gloriana - tag for the AU in which Alannah goes power mad / angry at the world and misuses her magic to become an unstoppable force of destruction.

#AU: Dark Sunrise - tag for the AU in which Nine perma-dies and Alannah sells her soul to the darkness.

#keeper’s captain - ship tag for Brina and Jacke.

#boyfriend adjust - ship tag for Khi and Sid.

#tbd - tag for me yelling into the void that I pretend I’ll delete later.

OTHER BLOGS

@eastofean - ffxiv aesthetic inspo blog for Ean Corvaine.

@aether-and-ash - ffxiv aesthetic inspo blog for Aislinn Outway.

@blacklacelullaby - ffxiv aesthetic inspo blog for Katja Iryut.

@cleric-stance - salty healer memes.

@sundownsanctuary - nsfw aesthetic inspo blog.

@lannahlearnsart - my hoard of digital art tutorials.

@halion - general World of Warcraft blog and inspo for my WoW OCs.

@veil-of-blades - ESO inspo blog for various Elder Scrolls OCs.

@theviciousnothing - my personal aesthetic blog.

PARTING NOTES

You’ve done it, you’ve reached the end of this post. All of this is just a basic overview of me and my characters, if you ever have any questions about anything please feel free to drop me an ask or a DM any time. Thanks for following. ♥

#behind the blog #pinned post

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robotslenderman · 3 years

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Out of context Wendy fic.

As usual these may be changed/edited/deleted before the final fic:

“She diablerised the last one.”

“Seriously? Fuck, I hate it when you tell me shit I don’t know.”

“That’s over 700 rats!”

(Oh, damn it, Gerard’s in Vampire Jail.)

“Hey, I know the NSA just infiltrated SchreckNET, but can you make sure somebody feeds Kaiser’s rats while he’s gone?”

“I take it you must be Primogen Alicia.”

“Huh? […] My name is Wendy Taylor, childe of Gerard Rafin, childe of Radcliffe with Tee — wait, shit, Qadir didn’t tell you who we were? Does this mean we just kidnapped you?!”

“…”

“Fuck. God damn it.”

“I don’t know for sure if it’s Nictuku or not, but there’s something down there, and it can see through Obfuscate. And sometimes, it gets hungry.”

“Kaiser is an interesting individual.”

“Oh, fuck, you met him.”

“He says you’re interesting.”

“Well, fuck me, no wonder he wants to see me so badly. Probably wants to fucking propose marriage or some shit.”

She’s gonna cockblock the shit out of his intellectual boner.

“He’s Lasombra, of course he’s fucking Catholic.”

“I pinched it from his drawers to send a message.”

“The fuck did you have your hand down his pants for?!”

“Furniture, dumbass! The drawers in his desk!”

“I had to spend all day fighting the urge to tell Wendy to shut the fuck up.”

“You and me both.”

“Walk up to the Prince and introduce yourself like a normal fucking person!”

“Thanks, Kaiser.”

“Don’t get fucking used to it, you piece of shit.”

“The Camarilla’s never going to let down its best helpers, Miss Taylor.”

“Please stop calling me that, it makes you sound like a slimy used car salesman.”

“Look, I fucking hate that I’m about to compliment this bitch for the second time tonight -- “

Wendy grins at Kaiser. Kaiser flips her off from behind Pieterzoon’s back.

The day-sleep appears to be sinking its claws into everyone. Except Pieterzoon, who’d probably look perky watching paint dry.

“Suck on it, Francesca.”

“Fuck Francesca!”

“Who’s Francesca?”

Still, she has a captive audience — the keyword being “captive.”

Prince Isaac had accepted this blankly, as he’d probably accepted the news of Elysium burning down, the fall of the Masquerade, and probably Gehenna itself if it showed up. Wendy wonders if his face would be just as blank if she ever stood in front of him and lifted up her shirt.

“I mean, if I said they fucked the Masquerade pregnant, then that suggests there’s a baby Masquerade, which is good news, not bad news. So maybe it gave the Masquerade an STD? What kind of STD do you think? Cancer? Fuck, that’s not an STD. Measles? Shit, that isn’t either. Look, I haven’t been alive since the 30s, I can’t fucking remember what’s an STD and what isn’t. Maybe polio? Qadir, is polio an STD?”

“Please never talk again.”

#snips #kinda #more like #microsnips #Dusty writes #VTM #Wendy Taylor

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akabluekat · 3 years

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writer’s ask game, all odd numbers, please! :)

1. Do you listen to music when you write? I have on occasion, but in general, I don’t. I’ve found that I have a hard time filtering out background noise when it’s conversations or music.

3. Computer or pen and paper? I used to be a little bit of both, but it’s more computer these days.

5. How much writing do you get done on an average day? It varies a lot. Maybe a couple hundred words?

7. Standalone or series? Both, I think. 9. Current WIP Delicate and Playing With Fire. I suppose you could count Burning Bridges, though it’s not posted yet. I’ve been working on it more lately because figuring out Bea’s side of things is integral to a few plot points that are coming up.

11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most Meg Cabot, specifically Princess Diaries. Tamora Pierce (Alanna quartet).

(this next question got long, so I’m gonna throw in a page break out of consideration for your dash)

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished 1. Have an idea while I’m supposed to be doing something else. 2. Open a Word document. Depending on where I am/how much time I have, write down some brief notes on the concept, possibly a few scenes. Give the Word document a vague filename. Working naming convention is Untitled HP [number]. 4. Attempt to write the first chapter. 5. Promise self that I will not post chapter until I’ve written a few more chapters. 6. Get ideas for scenes not in that chapter. Put into a document titled Nonlinear excerpts. 7. Write more of first chapter. 8. Finish rough draft. Rough draft may be mostly complete or be a hot mess of text that includes helpful notes like ??????? to remind myself where I still need to figure out plot issues or write giant chunks of text. Select all, cut, and paste into new document. 9. Do a line by line edit, gradually moving my rough draft from Document B back to the original document. Delete or smooth out ????? sections as I go. 10. At some point, my computer will crash or I’ll forget to charge it and it’ll shut off. 11. Say a bunch of swear words. 12. Recover document/lost work. 13. Vow to stop writing like this because I should know better at this point. 14. Continue with editing. 15. Repeat steps 8-15 an undetermined number of times. May not always need to do the cut/paste method, especially as chapter gets into later drafts. 16. Get excited about fic and decide to ignore the promise I made to myself back in step 5. 17. Comb through Taylor Swift discography trying to find an appropriate title. 18. Repeat step 18, but for the chapter title. (Alternatively, come up with a chapter title right away and still not know what the damn fic is called.) 19. Spend approximately 40 earth years trying to figure out a summary. 20. Come up with a summary that is 2 characters over FF.net’s character limit. Spend another 40 earth years trying to reword it so it doesn’t. 21. At some point, create an image for the fic, probably when I’m supposed to be doing something else. 22. Post fic. 23. Obsessively refresh inbox to see if people liked it or not. 24. Start chapter 2. Wonder why I did not write it before posting chapter 1. 25. Any one of the above steps can be replaced by getting distracted by Tumblr, other fics, daydreaming, scenes in my current WIP that are not in the chapter that I’m working on, the news, or pretty much anything else.

15. How do you deal with writer’s block? Lots of staring at my word document and sighing. Daydreaming. Working on other projects. 17. What writing habits or rituals do you have? the copy/paste edit method described in question 13. My fanfic is always written in Times New Roman (Calibri is for work). I have no explanation for this. 19. How do you keep yourself motivated? Strategic guilt. And honestly, the fact that people seem to care about the story is hugely motivating.

21. Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write? Fred and George, probably. The banter is so fun. 23. Favourite author I have to pick one!?! 25. Favourite part of writing I love telling stories and exploring different worlds/possibilities. 27. Favourite line/scene I think it might be Bea saying “I refuse to apologize for who I am!” in response to being asked if she had bacon in her pocket.

29. Favourite villain My fics don’t really have villains other than Voldemort. And angst, I suppose.

31. Least favourite part of writing Transitional/connective parts always seem to trip me up.

33. Have you ever killed a main character? Nope. 35. What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing? Right now, Chapter 14 of Delicate haas been giving me trouble. I know what needs to happen, but writing it has been a challenge.

37. First sentence or your current WIP PWF: I knew I would have to dance with one of them before the thought even crossed McGonagall’s mind. Delicate: Alicia and Lee could have gotten married in London. Burning Bridges: I’m reluctant to start this account with the story of a shitty boyfriend. 39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had. A Squib who owns a pub in Diagon Alley.

41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers? You will make mistakes and that is okay. 43. What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline? Fred Weasley has little respect for my outlines, so this happens a lot. Sometimes, I try reworking the scene a bit; on other occasions, I’ve been like “you know what, you’re right this time. Scrap the outline, let’s explore this path instead.”

45. How much world building do you do? I tend to fall into little world building rabbit holes as I write--it’s very unpredictable, so I don’t know if I can answer this question properly.

47. Best way to procrastinate Writing or falling down weird internet rabbit holes.

49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real? Of my characters, Bea Pierce. In the wider world of fiction, Leslie Knope and Gandalf.

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bojasonwalker · 4 years

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All of Ariana Grande’s 40+ tattoos and their meanings, explained

By Melissa Minton

Updated: October 23, 2020 | 3:51pm

Ariana Grande

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Ariana Grande may only be 27 years old, but she already has more tattoos than candles on her birthday cake.

The “Thank U, Next” singer is covered in tributes to her dogs, celestial designs, Harry Potter references, song lyrics and more designs, many of which were done by her go-to tattoo artist Girl Knew York.

See below for all of Grande’s tattoos and their meanings.

Family

“Bellissima” and “Babydoll”

She has “Bellissima” and “Babydoll” — both nicknames given to Grande by her late grandfather, Frank — on her ribs and middle finger, respectively.

561

Ariana inked 561, the area code for Boca Raton, Florida, where she grew up, on her thumb.

Hebrew letters

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On another finger, Ariana has the Hebrew letters aleph, lamed and daled, which signify the 10th name in the 72 names of God, a Kabbalah teaching. Her brother Frankie Grande got a similar design at the same time; the two abandoned Catholicism in favor of the Judaism-based faith after learning about the Church’s stance against homosexuality.

Toulouse

One of the many cast of characters in the Grande family is her dog Toulouse. The pup is so important to the singer that she had her name added to her tattoo glove.

Celestial and Nature

Sun, Moon and Stars

In December 2018, the pop star celebrated being named Billboard’s 2018 Woman of the Year by getting a hand tattoo just after the awards show, during which she pronounced 2018 the best year of her career but the worst of her personal life. The celestial design of a sun, moon and stars covers the back of the singer’s left hand; her grandmother Marjorie “Nonna” Grande even joined for the session, getting “Ciccio” (the Italian nickname for her late husband) tattooed on her finger.

Saturn

In November 2019, she added a Saturn to the planets on the back of her hand.

Crescent Moon and Stars

In November 2018, she added a crescent moon and stars on her left foot. She has another crescent moon on the left side of her neck, which was a reference to her song “Moonlight” off her third album, “Dangerous Woman.”

Vine

Covering up a Harry Potter-related “9 3/4” tattoo for unknown reasons, Grande now sports a vine around her index finger.

Butterflies

At the 2020 Grammys, Grande shut the red carpet down in an oversized Giambattista Valli blue dress exploding in layers of tulle and ruffles. Above her opera-length gloves, she debuted new butterfly tattoo on her upper arm. A few months later, Ari added a second butterfly just underneath.

Flower

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On Ariana’s birthday in June 2020, friend Markell Malcolm posted a photo revealing a flower design on the star’s palm. It can also be seen in her new “Positions” music video and appears to be a sakura flower.

Laurel leaves

Around her wrist, completing her left hand glove, is a laurel leaf design, accented with dots.

Anime and Movies

Eevee

At the start of 2019, Ariana revealed a giant portrait of the Pokémon Eevee on her upper arm. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” Grande captioned her Instagram snap, shortly after revealing she played the game on her Nintendo Switch “for fifteen hours.”

Chihiro

Ariana Grande talks with Alicia Keys at the 2018 Billboard Women in Music Awards — and shows off her Chihiro arm tattoo.

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On Aug. 29, 2018, she revealed a large tattoo of Chihiro, a character from “Spirited Away,” on the inside of her right arm. “Chihiro’s growth into a capable individual is a core factor to the movement of Spirited Away‘s plot,” Grande wrote on her Instagram Story at the time. “During her adventure in the Spirit World, she matures from an easily-scared girl with a child-like personality to match her age to a hard-working, responsible and brave young girl who has learned to put her fears aside for those she cares for.”

In perhaps the most telling line, Grande also wrote: “To protect her friends and rescue her parents from a spell that has turned them into livestock, Chihiro sheds her former personality and adapts to her environment to become a courageous, quick-witted and reliable girl.”

Lumos

Ariana is obsessed with “Harry Potter.” She has the word “Lumos” (a light-conjuring spell from the book series) inked on her hand.

Truman Show Quote

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On June 20, 2019, Ariana cemented her love of Jim Carrey with a quote from “The Truman Show” on the back of her left shoulder, written upside down. It reads, “In case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!”

Music

“Let’s Sing”

She rang in 2019 by getting the words “let’s sing” inked in Japanese just above her elbow, which revealed her plan to release even more music — even though her album “Sweetener” only dropped in August. Later, her “Thank U, Next” album release shocked the world one month later.

R.E.M

In a nod to her “Sweetener” track of the same name, Ariana has the dreamy letters inked behind her ear.

Honeymoon

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On her fingers, Grande has the word “honeymoon,” a reference to her song “Honeymoon Avenue.”

Heart

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Grande’s first-ever tattoo was a heart on the second toe of her right foot, which she acquired in 2012 when she turned 18 years old. It’s a reference to her song “Tattooed Heart” off of the album “Yours Truly.”

“7 Rings”/ Japanese BBQ Grill

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What was intended to be an ode to her single turned out to be a nightmare for Grande. In early 2019, Ariana showed off a painful hand tattoo of Japanese kanji letters that was meant to translate to “7 Rings.” However, social media immediately blew up when native speakers realized that because of the placement of the characters, the actual translation added up to “Japanese BBQ grill” or “tiny charcoal grill” in English. Grande went back to her artist more than once to fix the error, adding a heart to round out the design and correct its meaning. The intended message is only clear if you read (uncustomarily) from top to bottom then left to right.

She tweeted (and later deleted) a rant at the end of the controversy. “I can’t read or write kanji obviously. what do you want me to do? it was done out of love and appreciation. what do you want me to say?” She continued, “u kno how many people make this mistake and DON’T care just cause they like how it looks? bruh … i care soooo much. what would you like me to do or say? forreal.”

SWT

In December 2019, at the culmination of her “Sweetener/Thank U, Next” world tour, Grande and her team got matching tattoos on their hands to commemorate the experience. While Ariana chose the shortened “SWT,” others got dates and numbers with unclear significance.

Pete Davidson tattoos

H2GKMO, Reborn, Cloud hand tattoos

While dating Pete Davidson, Grande and her former fiancé showed their love for one another with multiple matching tattoos. The pair both got the acronym “H2GKMO” — which means “honest to god knock me out” — and the word “REBORN” on the side of their hands, along with matching cloud tattoos.

Always

Grande has the word “always” across her rib cage in what appears to be the “SNL” star’s handwriting, which is a reference to Lily Potter and Severus Snape’s love story in “Harry Potter.”

8418

She had the numbers 8418 (the badge number of the comedian’s firefighter father, who died on September 11) added across the top of her left ankle in June 2018.

Pete

She also got “Pete” tattooed across her left ring finger.

Post-breakup cover-ups

Ariana Grande’s latest tattoo cover-up

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In the days following their split, Grande and Davidson both went to work covering up or altering their matching ink. Grande covered the hand tats with a floral olive branch leaf. She also replaced the late Mr. Davidson’s badge number with “Myron,” the name of her dog, whom she co-adopted with ex-boyfriend Mac Miller and who now lives with her full-time following the rapper’s death.

After Grande released her “Thank U, Next,” music video, fans also noticed that she’d inked a black heart over her “Pete” finger tattoo. It is unclear whether she has altered (or plans to alter) her cloud tattoo.

In March 2019, Grande evolved her “always” tattoo by adding a creeping leaf design horizontally across her rib cage.

Other

Lightning bolt and black heart

Behind her ear, the pop star has three small tattoos — R.E.M, a tiny black heart (which Pete Davidson’s rep told Page Six he later copied) and a lightning bolt, likely a reference to “Harry Potter.”

“Mille Tendresse”

Her second tattoo was the French phrase “mille tendresse,” a line from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” which Davidson also copied.

Venus symbol

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On the top of one of her fingers, Ariana has a Venus symbol, which denotes the female sex.

Manchester Bee

Perhaps the most meaningful tattoo in Grande’s collection is the bee behind her left ear. She got the ink as a tribute to the 22 people who were killed during the May 22, 2017 terrorist attack at her “Dangerous Woman” concert. The symbol of Manchester, England, where the concert took place, is the worker bee; Grande hosted the One Love Manchester benefit concert two weeks after the attack, and later posted an emoji of the insect when she was made an honorary citizen of the city. She debuted the ink two days after the one-year anniversary of the attack.

Not all of her ink has such significance: Grande has the word “hi” on her toe.

Court

In dedication to childhood friend Courtney Chipolone, Ariana inked the word “court” on her knee as a play on words.

Snapchat

She also has the letter “A” on her thumb to honor friend Alexa Luria.

Heart

The outline of a heart on her right ring finger — which matches the one on her toe — is just one of many hand tattoos.

Baby

In May 2020, eagle-eyed fans spotted the word “baby” near the butterflies on Ariana’s upper arm, though it’s unknown when she had it inked.

Mystery tattoos

As if more than 40 separate tattoos in 2020 weren’t enough, there are a scant few that fans have only partially glimpsed. There are words on the inside of her right index finger, an unfilled shape on the inside of her left ankle and a string of letters (or perhaps words) on her upper left thigh that are unaccounted for.

And considering Grande’s penchant for spur-of-the-moment ink, it’s possible the singer has plenty of other hidden designs — and likely that more are on the way.

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matriarchcomputer · 4 years

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ASKS

anonymous asked:

Here's a possibly daft question, what is the scene where Illya and solo ads in swat gear with hats and guns? Because I only recall where they break into the factory and don't remember the hats!

Never a daft question in my book. The scene is after Solo and Illya officially meet Waverly and he informs them of the mission and takes them to the British aircraft carrier to take over Vinciguerra Island, find the bomb, and save Gaby.

anonymous asked:

Fave actor from the movie? Fir their other works

Hmm… I don’t think I have a favorite… I don’t really follow actors and their works very well. When I first saw the movie I only really knew Hugh Grant and, of course, Henry Cavill because of Superman (I’d seen Social Network but had never paid much attention to Armie in it—I also saw Lone Ranger but that was such a fever dream for me I hardly remember it.) It was also the first time I’d seen Alicia Vikander and Elizabeth Debicki… I think maybe my favorite actor, that I’m excited to see everytime he shows up, is Misha Kuznetsov; primarily because I like to imagine when he’s in a show he’s still Oleg and I’m watching The Man From U.N.C.L.E. 2 (send help.) Or perhaps Hugh Grant because he played The Doctor that ONE time. I also love Debicki though too. I don’t know. I am quite interested to see Cavill as Sherlock soon, and Armie in Death on the Nile, and Misha Kuznetsov as a Russian interrogator in Stranger Things (though I still haven’t finished that show and I’m not sure I want to anymore.) I don’t think I answered your question, anon. Sorry.

anonymous asked:

That stashynsky bit was so interesting!

I know, right!? Thank you to which ever anon sent it to me!

anonymous asked:

Okay, now I'm convinced the TMFU 2015 writers were at the very least familiar with Stashynsky and loosely based Illya on him. The KGB's boy-wonder agent/assassin at only 24, the checkered family history, the cyanide spray gun gadget, the proficiency in German, doing a moral/political 180 the second he meets the person he would marry... If the writers didn't know about him then that's just one massive coincidence.

I’m starting to think they based Illya partly on Stashynsky as well! It’s too perfect. It just seems to fit! It seems like that was part of their inspirations for 2015 Illya. I can’t believe it was a coincidence—it just fits so well! Now I’m going to muse more about Illya’s psychology with Stashynsky in mind…

anonymous asked:

I love that you are like the TMFU expert! I can't believe there are so many deleted scenes. Were these on the dvd? Thank you for always helping everyone out! X

I guess that’s what happens when you obsess over a movie for nearly 5 year (send help.) Yeah, some of the features are on the DVD, but there isn’t a “Deleted Scenes” portion on the DVD, which I’m still salty about. Some of the other missing scenes were from other exclusive interview behind the scenes footage thingys. I’m happy to help. I know too much about this film I seriously probably need to stop.

#asks #tmfu #mfu #the man from uncle #anon #lots of anons #henry cavill #armie hammer #alicia vikander #hugh grant #elizabeth debicki #Misha Kuznetsov

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atamascolily · 4 years

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lily liveblogs “terminator: dark fate,” part five

HEY, time for our industrial end sequence!! This time, it’s on a dam because we had fire and machinery in previous films, and we’re switching to a different element.

(this means that the next film would have ended with a FOREST fight scene, right? Right.)

[parts one, two, three, four]

The NPCs run for cover. I have no idea what dam this is supposed to be! It looks like Hoover, but I honestly have no clue where they are at this point.

Carl and the chassis are fighting in the water. Then the oozy metal part comes up and grabs him from behind! I hate it when they double-team like that.

Wow, they just barely keep from going over the edge there. Oh, wait, too soon...

Sarah dislocates her shoulder. Ow. Grace pops it back in. Sarah gets another "Fuck!"

The Rev-9 vaulting out of the water is just like in the beginning....

"No, no, Grace, really...?" YES GRACE. She yells back at them to wear their seatbelts!!! WOW... Sarah snarks back at her because what good is it if you can’t get a one-liner in right before you go over the edge into the abyss and certain death?

OH my god the Rev-9 on the windshield is so fucking scary right there they are UNDERWATER in the DARK aaaaaaaaah.

Okay, I'm not sure how if they would have survived that in real life, but fuck if that underwater fight scene isn't as cool as hell.

A legit complaint I've seen is that the bulletproof vests would weigh them down too much to get to the surface with the air they have, but... I mean come on, if that's your only factual complaint about this movie, I think they did a good job.

Cut to them on top of the dam again, wow that was fast. This scene with the three badass women battered and bruised and clinging to each other.. MY HEART. MY POOR HEART!!

Ah, here it is... Grace's power source! The EMP substitute I’ve been waiting for. Then Carl shows back up.. with a weapon for Sarah. Triumphant theme music. The whole family is here. Oh, and meds for Grace. YAY. wouldn’t want to pass out halfway through the climactic fight scene.

Wow, this functionally dysfunctional found-family is only together for like half a day and I need a million TV episodes about them STAT.

Oh, of course it's a hydroelectric dam...so generators!

Oh, hey, Grace gets her chains from the poster! Nice.

Murderbot bonding time! The Rev-9 talks to Carl: "You and I were built for the same purpose. And Legion is the only future." SO MANY FEELS ABOUT THIS.

"I know she's a stranger to you. Why not let me have her?" POLITICAL QUESTION OF THE MOMENT, KTHANX. But also proof that even though the REv-9 is good at mimicking humans and predicting humans, it still doesn't UNDERSTAND humans.

"Because we're not machines, you metal motherfucker," Sarah snarls. And I think we're up to six fucks for Sarah at this point? I've lost count.

Have I mentioned that the splitting Terminators are creepy? Have I? HAVE I? Because they are.

Oh, dear, Sarah Connor confronting her nightmare of flaming death murder skeletons again.

Geeeeee, I wonder if that turbine will do anything...

Oh, Grace is stabbed, I guess she's gonna pull the power source out and take him down with her... or not. But at least now Dani’s going to object way less about self-sacrifice, since she’s already doomed.

I don't know why the REV-9 goes back to one; I feel like he's stronger and fights better in two parts? But you do you, I guess.

Pretty sure it's not over yet because Dani still hasn't done anything against the REV-9 herself. Oh, good, and Sarah gets to relive yet another nightmare of a metal skeleton stalking out of the flames. ONLY THIS TIME IT'S ON FIRE, TOO. (I guess that's the polyalloy bits melting away??)

Yep, Grace is gonna sacrifice herself to save Dani from the REV-9 and remove her power source. Oh, wow, Dani has to stab her and pull it out herself. That's gonna cause some more trauma. Another round for everyone!

Dani gets to go after the REV-9... but it goes badly, because drama. Sarah yells for Carl to wake up, and it works!! He distracts the REV-9 long enough for Dani to stab him in the eye with the power source and... I guess that sets it off???

[why the hell didn't they augment Grace with more than one of those things? Maybe Dani will fix that in the future when she gets there. maybe that's something to add in fix-it fics. And where did they get them? Did they take them from destroyed Terminators and weld them into humans?? What happened?? ]

Carl and the REV-9 fall into the abyss together, because OF COURSE THEY DO, because just when Sarah has learned to forgive/accept Carl as he is, she has to lose him because RULE #1: SARAH CONNOR MUST ALWAYS SUFFER. And the REV-9 rips his flesh off and they both die when the EMP goes off, and it mimics the lightning flash in the beginning.

Oh, so yet again, Sarah Connor has to stand and watch a Terminator she cares about die in a fire. GOOD JOB PACKING ON THE ANGST, PEOPLE.

"For John." OH MY GOD, WAY TO GO OUT IN STYLE AND ALSO MY HEART.

The difference between this and the first film is that Sarah isn't alone at the end. The difference between this and the second film is that Sarah and Dani are... not equals, exactly, but they are more equal than Sarah and John were at the end of T2. They're veteran and leader, not mother and son. Dani and Sarah understand each other in a way that no one--not even John--can because of what they've suffered and lost. The cycle repeats, and yet it’s subtly different each time

cut to Grace as a kid on a playground, oh now there's some loaded symbolism in this francise, lol. And there's Dani looking through the chain-link fence at her right on cue, like Sarah looking at her might-have-been kids in T2. Is this where the filmmakers got the idea that Dani is Grace’s “mother”? LOL, nice try, guys.

She walks over to the car where Sarah is waiting for her. It's a Jeep, just like the one she drove to Mexico in at the end of T1. She tosses Dani the keys and moves over to the passenger seat AND IF THAT AIN'T A STATEMENT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.

"I won't let her die for me again," Dani says. "then you need to be ready."

Dani puts the car in gear and they drive away down the eucalptyus-lined streets of the California suburbs where everything is green and tranquil and beautiful, and while the movie ends perfectly here as is, I can also see how they would have linked it into a trilogy like they'd originally planned. But alas, this is probably the end until the all-but-inevitable next reboot.

And THEN the credits roll, and we get the main theme at the end, and I jut have to say, it's not the same as in the other movies, where we had to listen to the whole thing first THEN we heard it in the film itself. But nobody has the goddamn patience for credits anymore, which is why Marvel started sticking bonus scenes in theirs to keep people in their seats.

...but wow are these credits long. Oh, well, the music's good and I learn random tidbits this way, like how the writers have little imagination when it comes to naming minor characters, and just give them the same name as their actors (Diego, Gabriel, Alicia, etc).

sadly, all the deleted scenes and bonus content is on the blue-ray and not the DVD sigh.

So. Was this a perfect film? No. It was written by committee, and I think it shows. Did it deliver what I hoped for--Sarah Connor being a badass, snarky dialogue, and cool action sequences? Yes. Did I enjoy watching it? HELL YES. Will I be thinking/ranting about it for a long time. YOU BET.

Was it "necessary"? Of course not-but is ANY piece of art ever really "necessary"? Who cares! It was fun, and it was thoughtful, it was interesting to me, and it was wayyy better than most of the recent rounds of sequels and reboots.

And to be honest, if they can make a bajillion Fast and Furious movies, and James Bond, and John Wick, and Mission Impossible and Karate Kid action flicks featuring men (not to mention Star Wars and remakes of every single animated Disney film AND a three-part Hobbit movie trilogy), I think I can enjoy a female-led action movie with zero guilt whatsoever without having to justify its existence to anyone.

(I can’t think of a single other action film with three badass female leads, who have complete character arcs and aren’t sexualized for the male gaze... and if there is, I want to watch it STAT)

#terminator #terminator: dark fate

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Aikatsu on Parade! Episode 10

The sheer power that emanates from this picture is incredible. Also Yoko Hikasa, lots of Yoko Hikasa.

I had my hopes low for this episode seeing how unpleased I was with how last week's episode went, but I think all shows I cover were united this week in order to make me a less hateful human being and following the trend, this episode was pretty awesome.

I have only two, maybe three, complaints to make this week, which is something very hard for Aikatsu seeing how harsh I'm with this series for some reason.

The first thing I don't like is the thing that follows my weekly trend. If we HAD TO have three performances in this episode couldn't we've got a single Love MeTear performance followed by either a performance by Hime or Alicia (maybe even a collab of both of them)? Nothing against Nice na to Meet you and Karen's song about Go!Pri but c'mon, if we had no way over the three performances quota I'd rather if we had a chance to see all the top idols performing on an episode. But oh well, that's not really a big deal this time.

My other problem, funny enough, relates to one of my problems with Star Twinkle this week being how abrupt, sudden, and a bit disconnected this felt from the main story-line. How did LMT meet Elza and Mizuki? If I stretch I can see they knowing Mizuki since LMT spent a period in the OGkatsu world, but what about Elza and Hime? How did that happen? Speaking of Elza, it seems like they really don't know if they want to make her a full bitch or just someone with a strong personality yet because she's back to her "softer" side from the Stars' finale here rather than the total bitch she was last episode.

But none of that really matters because this was THE episode to massage the fans who like the senpais/rivals more than the actual protagonists, aka me.

There was no moment in this episode that didn't get me squeaking like a 14 years old in line to see a concert by their favorite artist. Mirai, as easygoing and as fun as ever. Karen, sounding such as a real mom talking about her students and being just lovely. Hime was being a complete princess. It was fun as hell seeing Hibiki and Elza doing the same scenes together and I wish I was a bug in the recording booth to see Yoko Hikasa dubbing this episode and going back-and-forth between the two of them. Alicia sadly got the shaft here and didn't do a lot. But damn Mizuki... ah, Mizuki I love you so much.

I was completely sure this was going to be just a fan-service episode that wouldn't have anything on it, but the writers of this show are kinda smart sometimes and they made a huge throwback to the OG series and out of nowhere Mizuki was able to give Raki a lesson about not relying on luck alone to achieve your goals. Now, I don't know if this is going to stick since Raki is always fluctuating and is hard to pinpoint if she's really learning anything from these experiences, or if she just pretends to listen for a couple of days before she deletes the info of her brain and gets back to her usual self, or if she just has a very short attention span and should see a doctor before she gets in trouble, but it was still nice to see Mizuki passing her knowledge to the new generation. I'm still confused if they went back to Starlight and had the talk or if Karen has an exact replica of the Mizuki spot on her house, but that's not important.

I really like the idea of the New World Fest, and I think that's what was on everyone's wishlist for on Parade and I'm particularly very excited about it. But I have two concerns: 1, this seems more like a season finale event; and 2, they say the climax will be on Christmas which means this will probably last only two episodes. Now, I fully understand that this is probably happening now since Mizuki's VA is going to the UK to study next year so it would be harder for her to record bigger appearances on a later moment of the season, but I can't deny that it worries me a little. BTW, Minako worked with Yoko on Symphogear before and that's another studio recording I'd love to be a bug to watch (I know Maria and Saint-Germain didn't have that many interactions, but still. LET ME DREAM).

The highlight of the episode was definitely the Take Me Higher performance and there's only one word to describe all my feeling for this live: OOF! Seriously, that made me so happy, I can't even put it on words. I know some people didn't like the Mizuki, Elza, Hibiki version, I know people had problems with the effects and everything, but I really loved it to death and I almost cried during the first time I watched it. Yes, a lot of people have problems with the sexy idols, especially the ones on a "senpai/legend" role, I have my fair share of them too, but I love my purple girls, and a Mizuki x Elza X Hibiki collab was the thing I wanted the most out of this show, and it was pretty decent so I'm more than happy with it. Yes, the coords don't match but who cares? Mizuki's LPR is GORGEOUS, Hibiki's coord is my favorite JLR, Elza's top looks awkward but it fits with the rest of her outfit, so everything is kay here. Yeah, Mizuki's voice is a bit overpowering, but it was also in the original version so... what's your point? Am I being way too biased and sounding a bit aggressive here? Definitely. Do I care? No. I love this performance and I'll stand by it till my death. (I really love when Yoko hits hard in the "dakishimete" part, it doesn't fit what she previously did for Hibiki in her songs but it's gorgeous. Also, nothing against Risa but I wish she had done Elza's parts as well just to get more of that)

The preview for next week promises beautiful drawings and some exciting comebacks and collaborations. I really wish we get to see a Seira x Rola stage, but I know is unlikely, probably the only new stage we'll get will be Akari and Yume's duet and all other performances for the fest will be reused lives from past seasons, but Akari x Mirai's Identity got me hopeful that they can throw some curveballs and make surprise stages for us so fingers crossed for this one.

These were my thoughts on Aikatsu, sorry if I went a bit overboard. XD Let me know what you think in the comments below, and I'll see you all next time. Bye-bye~

P.S.: After this shot now my headcanon is that Tamaki was promoted to be the headmistress of Star Harmony and nothing can make me change my mind.

#Aikatsu on Parade!#aikatsu

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lookin for any ship (no w*ycest oh god) but for it to be a historic / not modern au! ive read quite a few of the popular ferard ones, but I cant find them anymore so feel free to include those. longer ones would be preferable, and i dont mind if they include other things like vampires or like.. pirates or somethin. thank u so much!!!!

Hi Nonny!

First things first: This is a blog for all ships. I'll answer your ask this time, but from now on asks that hate on a ship will be deleted. It's perfectly fine to dislike a ship and want it excluded from a list you're requesting, but you can be neutral about it.

With that out of the way: This Frank/Gerard Historical AUs list might be interesting to you as well!

Historical AUs (Misc. Ship Edition)

Bury Me In Memory by Acadjonne, Ray/Gerard, 27k, Teen And Up Audiences. Since losing his wife, Ray has done everything he could to raise his daughter Grace on his own. His brother-in-law Gideon, however, somehow always finds ways to complain about Ray and his parenting abilities. Despite this, Ray is determined not to let Gideon get the best of him. A chance meeting with author Gerard Way may change things, however, as the two soon begin to develop an attachment to each other, though neither does anything about it. Gerard is too preoccupied with making a grand statement about it, and Ray is too afraid of how it might affect Grace if Gideon were ever to find out. One misplaced paper, however, may be the unraveling of an important and well kept secret; one which could bring Ray’s entire life crashing down around him.

If I Fall by GALEXY, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Jamia, Lindsey/Gerard, Christa/Ray, Kristin/Mikey, 25k, Mature. “Jersey boys, huh?” The officer looked the five of them over before jerking his chin towards a table near the entry way. “Go on.” As they walked away, the blonde one—they later came to know him as Bob—sighed and muttered “I’m from Chicago” under his breath.

Gunpowder and Lead by prophetic, Frank/Gerard, Lindsey/Frank/Gerard, 53k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank and Gerard made it through their first cattle drive together, but now Frank is gone and Gerard doesn’t know what to do. His gut tells him Frank’s disappearance has something to do with the preacher man. Turns out, Lindsey is looking for the preacher man too, but she won’t say why. Gerard has reasons enough to hate the man, but Lindsey has more—reasons that stretch back into her family, her childhood, and what brought her out west in the first place. She wants what he owes her—she wants revenge. American Western, set in the 1880s.

In Firmer Chains, Our Hearts Confine by doctorkilljoy, Grant/Gerard, 37k, Explicit. Former musical composer and current writer Gerard Way is a sensation of the musical and literary scenes of 1800s London. But after struggling for ages with his new book, he’s close to giving up. Until he receives an offer from Grant Morrison himself; to go to his manor in Scotland and work on his novel in peace. Gerard seizes upon the chance immediately. Grant, however, has a dark secret he’s desperately trying to keep hidden. And Gerard has a few of his own.

GHOST OF YOU by wentz, Mikey/Pete, 13k, Mature. he spends a lot of time thinking about gaps... gaps in time, gaps in space. the gap between the hem of mikey’s t-shirt and the waistband of his pants when he stretches his arms over his head. gaps in teeth, gaps in narratives. gaps of silence between gunshots. mostly he thinks about the wide, wide gap of the atlantic ocean and the war waiting on the other side.

Lead Me Home by wordslinging, Frank/Gerard, Grant/Gerard, Frank/Grant/Gerard, 34k, Explicit. When Grant finds an unconscious young man on the edge of his country estate, he takes him in and nurses him through the fever that develops, only to find when the fever breaks that his guest has completely lost his memories. With only a first name--Gerard--and evidence that he's escaped from some sort of danger, Grant and Gerard begin a search for his identity, all the while finding themselves drawn closer to each other. When they make contact with Gerard's family--including his father's ward, a young man named Frank--their situation becomes even more complicated.

amnesiaverse by fleurdeliser, tuesdaysgone, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Grant, Frank/Grant/Gerard, 45k, Explicit. Written for prompt number five of the yobrothatssick challenge: One foggy, wet afternoon, a mysterious young man collapses on the doorstep of Lord Morrison's manor. He does not remember his name or how he came to be there, but he does not seem that unfamiliar to Gerard, Lord Morrison's ward...

Below the Trees, Which Are Below the Stars by alpheratz, Frank/Mikey, Ray/Gerard, 38k, Explicit. In the mid-1920s, Gerard and Mikey moved to France - Gerard to pursue art, Mikey because he couldn't stay behind. Now, it's 1930, and Mikey's become an airmail pilot, flying the mail route to Dakar with his navigator Frank. For a long time, the only rough thing about Mikey's life was the strain on his and Gerard's soulbond when Mikey was away, but his growing feelings for Frank and the arrival of Frank's old friend Ray could change everything.

1930s Dragverse by wordslinging, Frank/Gerard, Grant/Gerard, 45k, Mature. It's the last year of Prohibition, and bootlegger Frank Iero wants to sever his ties to the world of organized crime and go straight, but his mob connections have other plans for him. No one would like to see Frank get away from the mob more than Gerard, but he's got problems of his own--like the fact that he's a cross-dressing cabaret singer constantly struggling to keep his true identity secret from those who can't be trusted. With the help of a devoted brother, a detective who just might be as trustworthy as he claims, and a wealthy, eccentric Scotsman who features prominently in Gerard's past, Frank and Gerard just might be able to get out and start a new life together, but it's not going to be easy. A tale of gangsters, garter belts, love (hopefully) overcoming all obstacles, and a whole lot of coffee.

in sickness and in health by mwestbelle, Bob/Jamia, Bob/Frank/Jamia, Frank/Jamia, 16k, Explicit. WWII AU in which Bob married his fallen comrade's wife out of duty, but Frank is not so fallen.

Fic: The End of the Beginning (PG-13) by tuesdaysgone, Lindsey/Gerard, Bob/Gerard, Lindsey/Alicia, Lindsey/Bob, Lindsey/Bob/Gerard, Alicia/Gerard, 15k, Teen And Up Audiences. Prompt #413 - post WWII fic where MCR are returned to the US in varying states of physical/mental hurt. Gee has his wife to go back to, but also has to face Alicia, and while he's managed to come to terms with Mikey's death with the help of his unit, he feels pretty guilty for letting Alicia's husband die. Lyn and Alica are strong women in the workforce (overalls and mechanics!). They all deal with their pain and trauma together. A billion bonus points if MCR made pacts to *look after* their wives if something happened to them, and Alicia refuses to be a charity case, and it all turns into 50s secret swinging GSF.

Fic: These Elegant Crimes (R) by tuesdaysgone, Frank/Gerard, Frank/Greta Salpeter, Frank/Greta Salpeter/Gerard, 33k, Mature. Gerard Way inherits a title and a seat in the House of Lords and decides to Save Lives Through Legislation. He also paints portraits, collects strays, and occasionally commits felonies in his spare time. A Victorian AU.

Undertow by silentdescant, Frank/Jamia, Lindsey/Gerard, 35k, Mature. Frank lost his ship, his crew, and his best friend in one violent storm. When he washes up on an island, he has to learn how start living again. Time passes, and he thinks he's settled down and moved on, but then he rescues a woman from the sea and in caring for her, realizes he hasn't fully recovered from his own shipwreck. Frank quickly comes to depend on her and though he starts to live again, he doesn't want to live without her. Vaguely-historical AU.

A Gentleman's Agreement by mahoni (orphan_account), Bob/Brian and other band ships, 56k, Explicit. Brian buys and sells unicorns and bicorns for the titled and wealthy. When Bob's stepfather defaults on a debt he owes Brian, he uses Bob as barter to pay the debt off. Brian and Bob agree that their arrangement will be a marriage on paper only, that Bob will run Brian's stables and the relationship will remain strictly professional. But despite Bob's trust issues and Brian's propensity for drinking a lot instead of dealing with how he feels, their mutual affection for Brian's horses breaks down the walls between them. With a little help from Brian's friends and his possessed house, they begin to fall in love.

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When A Boy Tells You He Loves You

Includes: Finn Balor, reader x boyfriend Word Count: 2,997 (Based on the poem by Edwin Bodney) Description: When a boy tells you he loves you he doesn't mean it when Finn tells you he loves you he means every word. Angst-Fluff

Groaning when your phone rings bringing you from sleep you reach over picking it up off of your nightstand eyes slightly blinded by the light. You see a message from your boyfriend who was currently away on a business trip in Chicago. You had asked him to postpone the trip since this was your first weekend home from wrestling in the last four weeks he said it wasn't possible. When he asks if you have a few minutes to talk you reply with a yes before your phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey sorry if I woke you up."

"That's fine is everything okay?"

"Yeah I just wanted to let you know I won't make it home tomorrow we just left the bar later than they wanted and we didn't get everything talked over."

"Do they really need you to stay? I leave tomorrow night we didn't see each other at all this weekend."

"I do don't worry (y/n) I'll see your match next Monday night okay?"

You release a sigh trying not to let your frustration show through your voice you understood he was busy but it sucked not getting to see him this weekend.

"Yeah that's fine I understand."

"Hey love you."

Sitting up in bed you look at the device in your hand trying to be sure you heard him right this was the first time he had said those words. You had been dating for the last four months and hadn't taken that step yet. A smile crosses your face could he really mean it did he actually love you? This was the first time a guy had told you he loved you sure you heard it all the time from friends and family but this was different.

"You don't have to say it back if you aren't ready okay? I just wanted to let you know about the meeting I'll call you tomorrow or something get some sleep."

"Alright travel safely."

Saying goodnight you hang up staring across the dark room pushing the hair from your eyes you send a text to your best friend Finn.

(Y/n)-He said he loved me..

Finn- Really? Are you okay with that? Did you say it back?

(Y/n)- Yeah it's okay and no I wasn't ready.

Finn- Don't until you are ready okay I don't want you forced to do anything you don't want too.

(Y/n)- I won't it's just nobody besides friends and family have said that like out of all my relationships granted I've only had a few but love wasn't ever spoken of we never got that far.

Finn- How couldn't someone love you? Just be careful x

Smiling at his text you promise too before telling him you were headed back to sleep. Pulling the covers over your shoulder you fall asleep with the words swirling through your mind.. ~ "You made me look like an idiot (y/bf/n) you had me waiting outside the cocktail lounge for over two hours. Everyone kept giving me sympathetic glances I wasted my time I could have been training or hanging out with my friends."

"(Y/n) I'm sorry I'm not going to say it again I lost track of time alright?"

"You always seem to lose track of time lately whenever we get to spend even a little time together I'm blown off for work, or your friends or whatever excuse you can make."

Leaning your head back against the seat of your car you look out the window the diner parking lot where you had ended up after your boyfriend didn't show was almost empty. Only lit up by the lights the cool night air felt good against your hot skin the phone pressed to your ear.

"It just happens it's not that big a deal I love you."

Silence you close your eyes knowing what he wanted you to do it had only been a few weeks since the first time he told you he loved you. Every time you had an argument or you got upset he dropped those three words like it would solve everything.

"Say it back (y/n) please I just want to hear it you haven't said it once and I've said it so many times."

"But (y/bf/n)."

"Please."

"Fine, love you too."

The words were spoken in a dead lifeless voice you can tell he is distracted when he tells you he has to go but promises to see you in the morning. Hanging up you stare out the windshield the words feeling weird you didn't want to say something you didn't mean but you didn't know any other way to make him happy. Dialing a number you knew by heart and could easily hit the speed dial you call your best friend.. ~ "Are you okay?"

Finn asks as you walk backstage having just finished a tag team match with Nia against Alicia and Mickie.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Because I can tell you weren't focused ya always beat Mickie but almost slipped up tonight."

"Can't I just be having an off night?"

You asked drinking some water trying to avoid his gaze Finn knew you better than anyone you should have known he would of noticed your mind wasn't clear.

"Come on love ya know you can tell me anything."

"It's (y/bf/n) it's like I don't exist with him anymore he's so inconsistent I've spoken more with Ruby these last few weeks than I have with him."

You confess knowing Finn would understand the example since you and Ruby weren't exactly fond of each other and the only time you spoke was when you argued.

"He's always coming up with a reason not to come see me or that I can't see him I just I have no clue what to do anymore."

Tears of frustration fill your eyes wiping them away so nobody would ask questions Finn wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. His chin resting on your head you couldn't help but want to sob the confusion and pain in your heart was making you weary.

"Maybe this means that he isn't the one for you love I mean look at how he's acting look at how he keeps trying to get you to say things you aren't ready for."

"I don't know I guess I just I'm so confused."

"Go on to the hotel you need sleep we can talk later."

Nodding you thank him heading for the locker room to get changed into your street clothes getting a uber to the hotel you were more than ready for sleep. Riding the elevator up to your floor grabbing the key from your bag you let yourself in. Getting a quick shower you pull on a large tee shirt Finn got you and some shorts before crawling in between the sheets. Eyes close you listen to the sound of the small radio you brought with you to help you fall asleep. Just as you get ready to finally pass out your phone rings glancing at it you see (y/bf/n) on the screen. Clicking the accept button you bring it to your ear about to speak but stop when you hear a voice that didn't belong to your boyfriend.

"Is this (y/n)?"

"Yes who's this?"

"My name is Elle I can't speak for long (y/bf/n) is in the shower and doesn't know I have his phone. I was going through it and saw that you were listed with a heart when I read the messages between you I couldn't believe what I was reading."

"He's been seeing you hasn't he?"

"Yes for the last three months I'm so sorry I didn't know he was already seeing someone."

"It's not your fault thank you for calling please delete and block my number from his phone I don't want him to call or see me again."

"You and me both sweetie I just thought you deserved to know."

Hanging up you stare at the ceiling your eyes watering as you laid there part of you was kind of relieved it was over another part a much bigger part felt so hurt. You couldn't believe he cheated on you, told you he loved you when he was messing around forcing you to say you loved him when he never meant the words in the first place. Tears fall quickly into your pillow as you cry you felt like an idiot for thinking he could actually care about you. Even though it was late you knew Stephanie would be awake still dialing her number you wait for her to answer.

"Hello, Stephanie speaking."

"Hey it's (y/n) um I know this is sudden but something has come up and I was wondering if I could have tomorrow off? I won't leave the city I know there is another house show I just need some time."

"Is everything okay?"

Giving her a brief explanation because you knew she'd understand you thank her repeatedly when she tells you to take the next two days off.

"You're welcome and listen if you need to talk woman to woman just give me a call."

"Thank you I'll keep that in mind."

When the call ends you block your ex on every social media format you were friends on before turning your phone off and falling asleep. The next day is spent curled up in bed watching random movies on the tv in your room you had the do not disturb sign on your door so your friends and coworkers wouldn't try coming over. When you're halfway through The Golden Child later in the afternoon a loud knock sounds on your door before you hear Seth.

"(Y/n) are you okay? None of us can get ahold of you please will you open the door?"

Sighing you get out of bed looking out the peephole to be sure he's alone than letting him in and closing the door behind him.

"You've had us so worried are you okay?"

"I guess I didn't want to talk with anyone I asked Stephanie for the day off and she gave me today along with tomorrow."

"Are you alright did something happen are you ill?"

"No no it's nothing like that."

Having him sit next to you on the bed you explained what happened last night next to Finn and a few of the other superstars Seth was one of your closest friends.

"Aww I'm sorry that's shitty of him he's an asshole who doesn't deserve a woman as great as you."

"Thanks, Seth."

"Do you need us to rough him up a little I mean nobody will find out we can definitely kick his ass with ease."

"As nice as that sounds I don't think it would be good for you all he's not worth assault charges."

You smile as he hugs you placing a kiss to the top of your head he smiles happy to see you a little better.

"Does Finn know?"

"Not about last night but pretty much everything else."

"Well if I was that asshole I would pray to whatever god he believes in that Finn doesn't find out right away."

"Why?"

"Finn cares about you (y/n) he loves you.. And the fact this guy hurt you it's not going to go over well with him."

"What am I suppose to tell him then?"

"The truth but I'm just saying he won't be happy it's best you tell him face to face does that guy know you know?"

"I'm sure he does now."

"Does he have Finn's number?"

"I don't think so Finn never really did like him."

"Okay good."

You two chat a little longer before Seth heads out promising to check on you in the morning and let the others know you were okay. Closing your door you resume your movies wanting nothing more than to just forget for a little while. As night finally arrives you decided to turn your phone on you had forgotten to call your parents and you were sure they were probably freaking out. A bunch of messages from your friends and coworkers from earlier in the day come through. You notice a few missed calls from your mom giving her a ring you explain what happened. She was relieved to hear you were okay before you hang up you promise to see her within the next few weeks.

Going to your messages you read from them thankful to have such great friends and coworkers. Seth sent you a quick text that he had spread the word and that if you needed to talk anymore to give him a ring. Going to Finn's messages you read them he had sent you the most you felt a little guilty having not told him.

Finn- (Y/n) you okay we didn't see you at breakfast.

Finn- Is everything okay? Steph said you weren't performing out today or tomorrow.

Finn- Love you're worrying me was it something I did?

Finn- I went by your room but the do not disturb sign was up I was going to ignore it but don't want you upset with me.

The messages continue as you get ready to send him a message letting him know you were okay a new one pops up.

Finn- Why didn't you tell me what happened?

When you hear rapid knocking at your door you throw off the blankets knowing who it was without needing to look.

"Hey."

Finn brushes past you into the room closing the door you watch as he paces in front of your bed before looking at you.

"Come'er love."

Walking the short distance to his outstretched arms you hug Finn tightly eyes welling up with tears as he soothes you.

"How'd how'd you find out?"

You ask through the tears and he rubs your back letting out a sigh as he pulls back a little to look at you.

"He dmed me on twitter asking me where he could send your things when I asked what he was talking about he told me he made a mistake. He wouldn't go into much detail I gave him my rental apartment address told him to make sure every single one of your things went there and to never try to reach ya again. After that, I got a text from Seth saying he spoke with you and you were okay I asked what was wrong he wouldn't tell me so I went to his room. Told him if he didn't tell me I was going to stomp his ribs outside of the ring when he least expected it."

"Finn you didn't."

"Well I had no other way to find out you weren't answering anyone love and I was getting worried about you. Especially since you were pretty upset last night and you never shut your phone off unless something is going on."

Sighing you nod your head taking his hand you lead him to the large chair by your window you just wanted to be held right now and Finn always gave the best cuddles. When you're both settled his arms wrapped around your waist you once again tell about the call you had gotten. You told him about how split in two you felt when the call ended you told him how dumb you felt. As the two of you sat there you spilled everything to Finn that had been troubling your heart. You cried which seemed like the only thing you had done the last couple hours but you knew he wouldn't care.

"I don't even know why I'm crying so much I was so upset and confused with how things were going I just."

"Because despite all that you cared for him and you thought he felt the same but he doesn't deserve your tears. He's lucky I don't find him and kick his ass because right now nothing would please me more. If he can cheat on ya and not see what an incredible woman he had than forget him. You deserve someone who will love you and mean it when they say it you deserve someone who isn't going to force you into saying or doing anything you aren't ready for."

"Why can't guys be more like you Finn?"

"They chose not to be but I'm glad you think so much of me."

"I really do you're my best friend my rock and I thank you so much for being here for me I appreciate it."

"I love you (y/n) and I'll do whatever I can to be here for you."

Finn smiles kissing your cheek as you sat there in silence you couldn't help but think about your friendship with Finn. Every single time he told you that he loved you there wasn't any doubt in your mind or heart that he meant it.

"Finn can I ask you something?"

"Sure thing love ask away."

"Seth said that (y/ex/n/) should pray to whatever god he believed in that you didn't find out. When I asked why he said because you love and care about me but the way he said it was a little different."

"How so?"

"He paused when he said love almost like he was worried he let something slip."

Finn stays silent causing you to turn your head to look at him your eyebrows raised.

"Did he let something slip?"

"It's not important right now I'll tell you about it another time okay?"

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theclaravoyant · 5 years

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musings on the evolution of bisexuality in sitcoms and being treated “like a joke”

Not to open up old cans of worms, but for my video project I was thinking about the subject of Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place) and various opinions about her bisexuality, the status of it canon-wise, and in particular the feelings amongst some of the fandom (and non-fandom) that it is treated “like a joke.” I have heard similar things about Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99) as well regarding the latter point and so that worked its way in, and soon enough this ended up sort of turning into a short ish essay. I’m not really trying to argue a particular point, but merely reflect on some things, and I hope you don’t mind I thought I’d share my musings. It boils down to being laughed at vs being laughed with, which I get to below the cut after a brief exposition (I have some Thoughts)

Note: I am not looking to get into an argument with anyone, and I’m not saying this is the be all and end all answer to rep, but if you wanted to share some thoughts, add on, etc, you’re welcome to do so.

Note II: Just for clarity’s sake, non-LGBT+ people are welcome to interact if you would like to do so.

I must admit, moving back to the topic of Eleanor for a minute, I resonate with some of those feelings I outlined above. For example, I don’t particularly care for the fact that we have never seen her engage in an abiding romantic or even sexual relationship with a woman, whereas her romance with Chidi has been rebooted over and over and is consistently the outcome. It grates on me a bit that in a universe which has been rebooted upward of 4 different times that we have seen (and approx 300 other times shoved into a few minutes) this is the outcome every time. Why not explore another option for a season? I love Cheleanor, don’t get me wrong, and the constant rebooting annoys me from that perspective as well not just the f/f perspective, but in terms of sapphic rep and also considering how often bisexuality is exploited and misrepresented by heteronormative storytellers (eg the tropes “Bi the Way” and “Not Too Bi”), it really sucks.

Edit: I deleted a paragraph here that had some examples I had misremembered and was rushing through. Shockingly writing up a train of thought on a bus leads to some inaccuracies and skipping over of valuable debates. Instead, I will say that I don’t mean by the above, that m/f bi attraction is not real and valuable. It certainly is. What is a pain in the ass in my opinion - and in the opinion of a lot of the bi people I know before anyone comes at me with that again - is when bisexuality is only used to make a character interesting, sexy or rebellious, while still only representing the m/f side of things because that is easier/more comfortable/etc for heteronormative writers and viewers to portray and invest in.

THAT SAID, back to my actual point. I think we (particularly we who are LGBT+ ourselves) are also very accustomed to seeing LGBT+ characters in dramas, where bad things happen and there’s angst and death and gnashing of teeth. I think this being the norm leads us to freak out a bit and not necessarily know how to actually handle positive, happy rep in which we ourselves, our identities, are taken seriously. We are so used to either being a tragedy or being laughed at (rather than with) that it is extremely unsettling to experience what I would call a dawning new era of being respected in sitcoms - including The Good Place, Brooklyn 99, One Day at a Time, and I’m sure there are others as well.

It’s not surprising, with this skittishness trained into us, that some people interpret the treatment of Eleanor’s bisexuality as being a joke. I’m also not saying this knee-jerk reaction is the only reason; again, I’m not saying my thoughts & feelings on this are the be all and end all of rep. I am just saying that it was a major reason why I was uncomfortable at first: it is extremely hard to trust people to joke around about us, and our identities, and especially with the added element of the unique hypersexualisation of bisexual f/f attraction. But recently I’ve been rewatching some older and less progressive, less inclusive sitcoms and in comparison, it becomes very clear, the difference between being the butt of the joke (laughed at) or being part of a joke (laughed with). It might help - not just with Eleanor, but with others too - to give some examples:

In Friends, Monica, Rachel and Phoebe, only use the idea of f/f attraction when they want to get the boys’ attention, distract them, win bets, or the like. They are successful in this explicitly because the men find this idea so ridiculously, mind-bogglingly sexy that they can’t think. Yet NONE of these main characters are ever revealed to have an actual, serious attraction to girls; none of them express it outside of the direct goal of getting male attention. Similarly, in How I Met Your Mother, Lily’s repeated expression of a desire to kiss a girl is put down to her artistic nature and rebelliousness, and is repeatedly called “so stupid”, and again, is only used to get male attention (to wake up Barney). When she finally kisses Robin, it goes away (bi experiment trope), and it is implied that ~lol~ after all that Robin might actually want more, but that is then left hanging and never revisited again. There are heaps more, I could go on, but these are all examples of being laughed at.

Compared to these sorts of jokes, let us reflect on Eleanor again. Jokes around her sexuality include: being so attracted to her female nemesis that Eleanor can’t insult her profusely without starting to compliment her, and being so attracted to her boyfriend’s girlfriend that in a simulation where she plays him, she goes to kiss the girlfriend instead of her assigned goal, which was to break up. If this sounds more like #relatable sapphic content than a dismissive joke, that’s because it is. These jokes could not happen without Eleanor’s attraction to women, that is true, but the attraction itself is not the joke. The joke lies in Eleanor’s reactions to the attraction as a messy, funny, sexually driven human. In this way, her bisexuality forms part of the joke, but it is paired up with her other personality traits as a comedy character to be laughed with. Similarly, with Rosa Diaz, her stunned moment upon seeing Alicia is funny because it is an example of what we in the biz of gay ass blogging sometimes refer to as “useless lesbian brain” (or in this case “useless bi brain”). It’s cute because the love interest is a girl and because Terry is hyper-enthusiastic that it’s a girl. It wouldn’t work as well as a joke if it was not a girl, and heteronormativity is almost definitely the reason for that, but the point still stands that the bisexuality itself is not the joke, it’s the way she responds to it: it’s the fact that Rosa Diaz, usually so suave and in control, loses the ability to Can. Terry’s overly enthusiastic allyship is also funny, but mostly to people who have experienced overly enthusiastic allyship ie the LGBT+ audience.

(To add one final example: I am not aware of ANY male bi rep in older sitcoms, which kinda speaks for itself, but in the more modern ones we have characters such as Darryl Whitefeather (Crazy Ex Girlfriend). One of the biggest jokes around his sexuality is his coming out as “both-sexual!!” Once again, the joke is not the bi attraction itself, but rather, in the fact that lol this pour bi soul didn’t know the word for it! Another example imo of being laughed with).

I know I’m not saying all that much new here. Probably nothing new, to some people. I also know I’m not addressing every joke or facet of bi or LGBT+ rep even in the shows I’ve just listed. I’m not trying to, I mean none of us have all century. I just think it’s important to highlight what I feel is usually quite a strong difference between being laughed at and being laughed with, and that was the main idea of this post. It’s definitely not always as simple as the examples I’ve outlined above (eg. some of the Eleanor jokes are similar to jokes made in Pitch Perfect, in which I would say it’s about being laughed at), but I am just trying to put some words to some of my thought process on this sort of thing, particularly as I rewatch Friends and think about how far we’ve come with it!

One final time, because people in my inbox don’t seem to get it, I am not claiming to be ‘correct’. This is just an aspect of my feelings and opinions. I am also not trying to ‘speak over’ people who actually ID as bi; in fact, it was bi people saying ‘why can’t you let us have funny things’ that actually opened my eyes to a more comfortable bi-friendly interpretation of the treatment of Eleanor’s sexuality in the first place. I’m not trying to say “this is good rep, actually,” or “this is bad rep, actually.” As I said above, I think it’s both, and I think it’s more complicated than that, and most importantly, I am not actually trying to change anyone’s mind. If you resonate with this? Cool. If not, that’s fine. It’s my thoughts, my opinion. It’s not fact and I don’t want to tell anyone how to feel especially about their own rep.

With that in mind, if anyone is interested in chatting with me more about this sort of thing (by which I do not mean harassing me about it) or asking me what I mean by certain things, or for writing advice, or whatever, you’re welcome to do so - this is just the tip of the iceberg! I just wanted to put this out there in the world for whatever purposes it might come to. Thanks for reading!

#lgbt representation #the good place #brooklyn 99 #tgp meta #b99 meta #eleanor shellstrop #rosa diaz #life of a fangirl #bi representation #lgbt #lgbt+#long post

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