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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Two Lines, Two Idiots Chapter One: Knock, Knock. You Knocked Me Up

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Pairing: Twin Brother JJ! x Maybank! Reader, rafe Cameron! x maybank!reader (all over 18)

TW:unplanned pregnancy, angst, violence, drugs, I think thats it

Summary: You should have listened better in health class.

Word Count:1.4k

A/N: New series alert! Love that for me

There are a lot of worst-case scenarios that you're prepared for. It comes with the territory of being a Maybank. You tend to overthink and plan for things to go sideways. But this? This is nowhere close to being on that list.

Not only are you staring down at two pink lines, but the father is quite possibly the last person on the planet you thought you would do this with. Perhaps he should be the first person you think about, but the only man on your mind is JJ.

He's going to be livid; it's bad enough his twin sister is knocked up. Who you got knocked up by is flat-out traitorous. He doesn't even know you've been seeing somebody, which is hurtful in its own right.

You excused your secret by convincing yourself there's nothing to tell; it's nothing serious. A friends with benefits situation, nothing more. At least it was.

Now, you don't know what it's going to be. You know for certain he's not ready to have a kid, and most definitely not with you.

You toss the test in the trash and wipe your eyes, deciding it's best to keep this to yourself until you know what you want to do. You aren't sure how far along you are, but if you had to guess you'd say about eight weeks.

Usually, you're careful, but one night in the Twinkie you threw caution to the wind, and now you're paying the price.

You rejoin JJ, Sarah, and Kie by the hot tub, scrunching up your nose at the pungent scent of marijuana. You figure you probably shouldn't be around it anymore, but you can't really come out and say that. Instead, you try to keep your distance and breathe in as much fresh air as possible.

Pope and John B are off doing something for Heyward and you're glad. JJ knows you well, but being your brother clouds his sight sometimes. John B on the other hand is your best friend and would know something is up immediately.

You politely refuse when your brother tries to hand you the joint and he frowns.

"Since when do you refuse getting high?"

You momentarily panic before smoothing out your features and recovering.

"Just don't feel well."

It's a lame excuse and JJ rolls his eyes.

"Well, weed will help. Here."

He pushes it toward you again and you lurch back, nearly tumbling off the edge of the tub in the process.

"What are you pregnant or something? Just take a hit so he'll leave you alone."

Kie laughs as she says it, but falls silent when she notices the way your eyes widen slightly. So much for keeping it a secret.

Sarah seems to notice as well, shock covering her features as her eyes dart to your stomach.

"Wait.."

Your mouth gapes as you try to come up with a lie, but your mind goes blank and you know there's no way out of this.

Based on JJ's lack of reaction, you know he wasn't listening and you silently plead with the girls not to push it. They're too far gone, their minds hazy and reeling at the newfound information.

"Y/N, are you pregnant?"

This seems to catch your brother's attention, and his head whips to look at you.

His eyebrows furrow as he mistakes your panicked expression for one of confusion and he turns to face the girls.

"Come on, Sarah. Give her some credit. My sister is stupid but she isn't dumb. Right, sis?"

He's looking at you again, and you can't help the tears that burn your waterline.

"I-um.."

You watch as realization washes over him, his high dissipating as the secret is revealed.

"Oh my god. By who?!"

He's one octave below yelling, and you shush him harshly.

"He doesn't know yet, okay? Just don't tell anyone, especially John B."

They all share a look at your request, the wheels turning as they all come to the same conclusion. John B is the father.

JJ wants to press for more information, but the tears slipping down your cheeks stop him in his tracks. He pulls you into him, whispering sweet reassurances in your ear as he thinks about how he's going to beat the shit out of his best friend.

In a sick joke from the universe, you hear the Twinkie pull up and aggressively dry your face. John B is laughing as he approaches, but his expression falls when he sees your swollen eyes.

"What's going on?"

His voice is laced with genuine concern, and it makes your stomach turn. You feel terrible keeping this from him, you're just not ready to face it yet.

He ignores the way Sarah and Kie avoid eye contact, and does his best not to ask what the fuck JJ's problem is as he stares daggers at the side of his face. His attention is solely on you, a gentle hand coming up to cup your cheek.

"What's wrong, sunshine?"

You almost wince at the sweet nickname he reserves just for you, and despite your efforts to cover it up, he notices anyway. Hurt flashes in his eyes and he drops his hand, unsure what the sudden change in attitude is.

You've never once shied away from him, and he wracks his brain trying to figure out what he did wrong. He doesn't get the chance, watching as you stand abruptly and head inside.

You stop suddenly and turn to face him.

"Can I borrow the Twinkie?"

He hands you the keys without hesitation, deciding it's best not to push his luck with questions. They all watch as you stalk off toward the van, and as soon as you're out of sight, JJ's hand is ripping him backward.

He barely registers the violent movement before a fist is colliding with his cheek. He stumbles back and stares at JJ in shock.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

JJ is about to swing again when Kie pulls him back.

"J, don't."

John B is rubbing his face, still recovering from the blow, as his wild eyes dart between his three friends.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

This only seems to anger JJ more and he lunges forward, barely restrained by Sarah and Kie.

"My sister? Really, John B?"

His voice cracks from the sheer volume of his scream and John B takes a step back.

"What about her?"

He's genuinely never been more lost than he is at this moment. Between your tears and JJ's rage, he's clueless.

"You got her fucking pregnant!"

John B's face contorts as he processes the statement and Sarah shoves JJ back.

"JJ! That's not your place to tell him!"

John B runs a hand through his hair, only half the information sinking in.

"Sunshine is pregnant?"

JJ growls and takes a step forward, Pope now assisting in holding him back.

"Don't fucking call her that."

It takes a minute for him to catch up, but when he does, John B scowls.

"Wait, did you say I got her pregnant?"

JJ laughs humorlessly, unamused by his friend's act of innocence.

"Yeah, dickhead."

John B takes a step forward with his hands out, and JJ falters at the honesty in his friend's eyes.

"JJ, man listen to me. I swear on my life, I have never even looked at her that way, let alone slept with her. She's like a sister. So unless she's the virgin Mary, it's not mine."

Everyone looks at each other as JJ goes lax, and they loosen their hold.

"Then who's the father? If two plus two is four, and four plus four is eight, then what the fuck is this? The math isn't mathing."

Meanwhile, you're sweating bullets as your heart pounds in your chest. You weren't planning on doing this so soon, but with JJ knowing, it won't be long until he figures it out.

You take a deep breath, doing your best not to puke as you turn into the long driveway. You pray no one else is home; the last thing you need is more people's opinions right now.

Your legs tremble beneath you as they carry you to the front door and you take a deep breath as you knock twice. Your knees are seconds from giving out when the door swings open to reveal those blue eyes and that cocky smirk.

"Back for more?"

His face drops when he sees the state you're in, and he ushers you inside.

"What's wrong? Did someone hurt you? I'll kill them."

You cut off his rambling with a featherlight grip on his forearm and he turns to face you.

"No one hurt me, Rafe. Can we talk?"

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mactavishsgfandwife · 3 months

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141 and Their Embarrassing Childhood Haircuts (HC)

just a silly idea i had about what funny haircuts the 141 boys would have been given as children (that they would definitely find embarrassing) and how they’d react to you seeing it simon’s is a little sad (☹️) but mostly just silly fluff not proofread because it’s wayy too long (oops)

his aunt leaves the both of you alone in the sitting room, on her way to procure some tea for you all. on your own in the room with him, you begin to wander around and inspect the mementos that line the walls. your fingers trace a trail along the top of the bookshelf and over the filing cabinet, before you turn your attention to the collection of little family photos on the mantelpiece.

mostly, they’re photos of relatives you don’t recognise - wedding photos, holiday snaps, the compulsory photo of a toddler in a bubble bath - but right in the middle is a small blue picture frame, with little angels painted around it and, well, the photo inside…

you burst into a fit of giggles and his head turns from the random bowl he was closely inspecting, on the side table next to his seat, to you.

"what is it?" he grins as he looks up at you, amused.

but when you turn the picture frame to him so that he can see, that entertained chuckle turns into an audible groan…

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

i feel like simon was definitely that kid in class when you were about 6 who had a shaved head

like, a little boy with a buzzcut that was never allowed to be grown out

si probably got some judgement as a little kid for looking a bit ‘rough’ :( when in reality he was just a normal, sweet kid who liked batman and angel delight (this cheap pudding from the 70s that we have in england which you mix with milk to make a mousse kind of thing, it’s lowkey so good and it’s random but i swear simon would have loved angel delight as a kid)

i reckon his dad buzzed his hair and probably wasn’t very gentle about it

a photo of simon as a little kid, in his blue primary school uniform. he’s got no hair - well, as close to no hair as you can get without actually razoring it off. gappy teeth, a big smile and the beginnings of adult si’s strong nose. he’s pretty cute, and the photo is a little yellowed from age, with a little tear in the corner.

"oh, god…" he groans, finding the photo a little humorous, "don’t remind me."

"you look so cute!" you laugh softly, "how old were you here..?"

"pfft… probably about 6 or 7," he shrugs, seeming a little dismissive.

"have you ever not had a buzzcut?"

"you’re not seeing those photos, love," he laughs out loud, and stands up to take the photograph from you.

he goes to put the photo back, to bring the focus of the conversation to something else, but for a second you think you almost catch his thumb gently stroke the cheek of the little boy in the photo, a momentary sadness in his eyes. but that’s only for a moment, and as he places the frame back into its proper place, he grins and turns to you.

"what, y’think it’s a good look? reckon it’d suit you, we could match."

Captain John Price

bowl cut.

i just imagine price’s mum placing a literal bowl on his head and just cutting around it, as he sits on a stool in the kitchen

and he would have turned up to school the next day feeling like such a handsome little boy because his mum had told him how smart he looked 😭 bless

a photo of price, wearing his scouts uniform with pride, turned slightly to the side to display the ‘merseyside scouts’ patch on his sleeve and the union jack on his chest - but the star of the show was that ungodly bowl cut on his head. it was like something out of an old yearbook photo, and he looked very pleased with himself and all his scouts badges, despite the medieval squire-esque trim. it was funny, but he was also a really cute kid.

"ah," he chuckled, standing up to get a better look, "blimey, what a haircut…"

"i like it! i think you should go back to this, honey. it’s a good look."

"i’m not so sure about that," he teases, "but if you really want me to…"

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish

johnny is pretty energetic, i feel like he would definitely have cut his own hair as a kid - terrible fringes and very wonky moptops galore. and he definitely did it more than once.

imagine his mum is just making tea, having left him playing with some arts and crafts supplies. but when he runs in giggling, a pair of paper scissors in his hand, she screams and almost drops the saucepan. much to his amusement

"JOHNNY, DÈ RINN THU?!" (johnny, what have you done?!) as she chases him down the hallway to take the scissors away before he can do any more damage

it’s a photo of johnny, aged 5 or 6, beaming as he poses with the glasgow rangers goalkeeper allan mcgregor. you only know who he is because johnny’s mentioned once or twice before meeting the goalkeeper of some random scottish football team in 2002, as if he met brad pitt or the king of england.

at first, it looks like his hair was ruffled by the football player, but then you realise… it’s just cut like that? as johnny peeks over your shoulder, he laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"oh, i remember! best day of my life at the time. until I met you, that is," he grins.

"i like the haircut," you tease, pointing to his uneven fringe in the photo, with random patches of long and short hair scattered throughout.

"oh, aye, i was a little hairdresser!"

"don’t quit your day job," you smirk, gently placing the photo frame back down on the mantlepiece. he laughs at the cheeky grin appearing on your face, and shakes his head,

"aww, y’don’t like it? thought girlfriends were supposed to be supportive, y’know."

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

honestly i wasn’t sure what to write for gaz, given i don’t think he would be rocking the literal bowl cut or walking around bald at 5 years old

but like every victim of curly hair ever (i can relate) i bet he got something stuck in his hair 😭 whether that was comb, or gum, or something really random (once i genuinely got a live snake stuck in my hair lmfao)

"kyle, look!" you laugh, beckoning him over to look at the photo you found. when he sees it, he lets out a groan…

"god, my scalp still hurts from that…" he laughs softly, rubbing his head as he looks at the photo of himself at 8 or so years old. with a superman action figure stuck in his hair. how did that happen? honestly, who knows. his eyes are a little red, and his cheeks are shiny from tears, but it seems like he’d cheered up by the time the photo was taken, giggling at himself with a big smile on his face, as his mum desperately tried to untangle the mess he’d gotten himself into.

"how do you even do that?" you grin, feeling his hand resting on your back, his thumb gently rubbing up and down your spine. he shrugs, with a laugh.

"i really don’t know. had to embrace baldness for a bit, but i think i was more upset that superman got thrown in the bin. that was the real tragedy."

"aww… i’ll buy you a new one, if you like," you tease, just as his aunt returns with the tea.

this. took. YEARS. to write. 😭 and it’s miles long. thanks for reading!

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Really cute / sad thing ( mostly sad ), but..

Ghost has a ring. A ring in order to purpose to Soap. A ring he's owned for 1 year because here's the catch, he's scared that Soap isn't ready yet.

Back when he bought the ring, Ghost wasn't scared, in fact confident. They've been dating for (insert how many years you think) so what's the worse that could happen? Nothing, that's what he thought anyway.

As the ring sat comfortably in his pocket, he'd been thinking. Thinking about the fact that he didn't know if Soap was ready ( Which he was, both of them were ready to get married, it's just our bbg Ghost is an overthinker, at least I like to think so )

So just as he was going to do it, he didn't. He put it away and never took it out.

Years passed and every time he's thought about proposing, he doesn't.

He's ready too get married, he just doesn't know if Soap is, and he doesn't want it to ruin their relationship

Price has been trying too help him but the man just won't do it even he if he wants to. ( + Price understands were Ghost is coming from, so he's patient with him ).

" Just giving it a couple more months. " That's what he would say every time anybody has asked if he's gonna purpose.

( Though I'd share since well, I kinda like this one. Though this definitely could go either way for whoever is the scared one with the ring. Depends on the persons POV and opinions lol )

OHOHOH I LOVE THIS

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Wear This Ring And Be Truly Mine

SoapGhost fic

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Throughout the years, Simon Riley, the Ghost, has never admitted to being afraid. He faces whatever challenge that he meets head on and refuses to back down. But this was a challenge he wasn’t prepared to face: Proposing to the love of his life.

There were two possible outcomes to this: Either he said yes and they went off and lived happily ever after, or he said no and Ghost would have no choice but to crawl in a hole and never come back out.

Ghost, at first, was confident that Soap would say yes to his proposal after being together for five years. They shared a room on base, owned a flat, it had become the norm to see Soap walk around in Ghost’s hoodie with “Lieutenant Riley” printed on it. They were almost always attached at the hip, and when they were apart someone always asked “Where’s the rest of you?”.

Ghost was constantly reminded that Soap loved him as much as Ghost loved him. One mission Ghost was gone for a month. When he came back Soap practically pounced on him the moment he saw him and refused to leave him alone for a straight week.

Ghost knew that he was loved. That’s what led him to getting the ring. It was sterling silver with a gold accent. It was beautiful and simple. Something that he knew Soap would love. He, for once, was so excited about it that he had to tell someone. So he told Price. He showed him the ring and didn’t have to say anything to explain what it was. Price lit up instantly.

“It’s about damn time!”

Ghost never had an actual relationship with his dad. Not one that mattered, at least. Price stepped into that role and his approval of this made Ghost’s heart almost burst. Price gave them both three days leave so he could propose and them enjoy each other and fantasize about their future. So Ghost took Soap out to eat. It wasn’t a fancy restaurant, just their favorite pub.

After they ate they went to the park nearby. With the moon shining overhead, the glow complimenting Soap’s handsome face— Ghost thought about sealing their fates together. About finally committing and binding themselves to one another until their time came.

He would be stuck with you. Won’t be able to get away as easy.

The thought sent a guilt through Ghost, seeded a doubt that he couldn’t shake. His hand was in his pocket, hovering over the ring that suddenly burned to touch.

“Something wrong, Si?”

Ghost shook his head, “No, just thinking.”

He was supposed to propose at the park, but he didn’t. He just walked them back to base. Later that night as Soap was fast asleep in their bed, Ghost stared at the ring. Part of him wanted Soap to wake up and see it so he couldn’t push off the question again. But Soap remained asleep, oblivious to Ghost’s dilemma.

Hours would pass before Ghost finally hides the ring and lays down, but sleep refused to come to him. By the time his alarm rang he was exhausted and anxious. Soap woke, rolling over and giving Ghost a sleepy good morning kiss before getting up. Soap ran on autopilot for at least an hour after waking up so Ghost wasn’t surprised he didn’t notice how dead tired his boyfriend was.

Ghost tried to make himself seem more awake and managed to convince Soap enough that he was fine just tired before they separated and went about their day. He wore his usual balaclava minus the face paint so the bags under his eyes weren’t hidden. He was slow all day, more snappy according to some. Price ran into him and pulled him to the side to ask about the previous night.

“Soap hasn’t said anything about you proposing…”

“I didn’t ask him.”

“Why not? You were so eager about it yesterday!”

Ghost breathes in, “Just… couldn’t bare the thought of him saying no.”

“Son, Soap wouldn’t say no. You are the love of his life. You do know that you’re labeled as ‘soulmate’ in his phone, right?”

Ghost nods and Price sighs.

“I understand being nervous. Marriage is a big commitment. But you and Soap are ready for it. You two act like you’re married already!”

Ghost laughs quietly at that. Price gives him a worried smile.

“You propose when you’re ready. Soap’s definitely not going anywhere. He loves you too much to just leave.”

That should’ve settled Ghost’s nerves. That should’ve been the end of his doubt. But he just kept thinking about Soap saying no. They’ve talked about marriage before but that was years ago. He wasn’t sure how to bring it up without making it obvious about him wanting to propose. He wasn’t sure what was worse: Rejection after a proposal or being rejected before he even got the chance.

Ghost took a breath, trying to ease his running thoughts.

I’ll ask in a couple months. I’ll be ready then.

Two months from that day, Ghost was not ready. In fact when he saw the ring after opening his nightstand drawer to grab something panic shot through him. There was no dead line to propose. Yet he felt like there was one. One that he couldn’t see and if it reached to that point something was going to happen. He wasn’t sure what exactly but he just had a gut feeling.

He wanted to ask someone about marriage. Price was married years ago and it ended in divorce so he wasn’t sure he would be the one to go to. He wasn’t actually sure if Rudy and Alejandro were married and he was not about to be laughed at for assuming. So that left one last option.

“Sorry to bother you. I know it’s late there.”

It was five in the morning at the moment, but it was around twelve in the morning for Laswell. When he sent the video call request he didn’t expect her to pick up but she did.

“Simon, you never bother me. You’re my unproblematic child.”

Ghost snorts as Laswell grins at him on his screen.

“Why did you call me? Must be something serious.”

“Yea, it is. I… I want to ask Soap to marry me.”

Laswell squealed. Squealed. The absolute glee on her face and in her eyes made Ghost smile.

“Finally! The first of my children to get married! Can I see the ring?”

Ghost pulls out the ring and holds it up to the camera to show her. Laswell smiles widely at it.

“It’s beautiful! I know Soap will never take it off the moment you put it on him.”

Ghost stops smiling and clears his throat, “I want to ask him but-“

He trails off and Laswell frowns, “But-?”

“We talked about marriage like once years ago. I-I don’t want to rush things. I don’t know if he even wants marriage or is ready.”

“Sweetie, Soap is absolutely in love with you. There is no doubt that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.”

Ghost nods but Laswell continues.

“Marriage is scary. I won’t lie to you. It’s a huge commitment on both partner’s parts. I was so scared about asking my Annie to marry me.”

Laswell looks off camera before looking back at Ghost, “She was and still is the most beautiful and wonderful woman in my life. She could have anyone and yet she was with me.”

“What made you finally ask her?”

“I kept the ring in my pocket for four straight months. One evening, we were in the kitchen. We were cooking dinner, dancing to music as we did. In that moment when I saw her smile, dancing with a laugh, the stains from cooking our food on her shirt— I knew that there was no other person I would want to be with.”

Laswell smiles as a woman walks into the camera’s view and hugs her from behind, “I proposed to her right there.”

Annie smiles, “Flour on her cheek, a beautiful green sapphire ring, and a look of pure love. How could I say no?”

Annie smiles at Ghost, “Honey, it’s okay to be worried. But I know he’ll say yes. Don’t push it. The moment will come when it’s ready.”

Ghost nods and Annie kisses Laswell’s cheek before leaving. Laswell watches her wife leave before turning back to Ghost.

“Take your time, sweetie. And I look forward to our mother-son dance.”

Ghost felt confident after that. So after a couple of days he planned to propose. Again. He tried to stay around Soap all day, hoping that the magical moment that happened to Laswell before she proposed would come to him. It didn’t. He was with Soap practically all day and not once did he get that feeling to commit and propose. Soap never questioned why he was with him, just gave him occasional kisses on his cheek or made a silly face at him when their eyes met.

Ghost was so frustrated! Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months—

And then a year rolled around. A fucking year he has had the ring in his pocket. A year he’s been trying to encourage himself to propose to Soap. He would get an occasional glance from Price but the man didn’t say anything. Laswell was checking up on him more than usual, not directly asking but he knew what she wanted to know. He felt like he was disappointing them and it was killing him!

One evening he stormed off out of the pub they were in celebrating New Year’s Eve. A couple was together and Ghost didn’t really pay them any mind until the girl went to the bathroom. The guy took out a ring and took a deep breath before putting it away. Ghost couldn’t watch and just left in a rush, telling no one where he was going. He was just upset, fumbling with the ring in his pocket as he walked. He felt a tear in the corner of his eye.

Why was this so fucking hard? He knew he loved Soap and he knew Soap loved him! Why couldn’t he just ask him a simple question? He’s faced certain death! Crawled out of a grave with another man’s jaw bone, killed countless in battle. Why can’t he just ask the man he loves to marry him?

“Simon!”

Ghost stops as Soap jogs up to him, “Babe, are you okay? You just left without a word.”

“Fine, Johnny.”

“You don’t sound fine, baby. C’mon, you know you can talk to me.”

Ghost shakes before turning around, “I know! That’s why this is so fucking stupid!”

Soap’s face twists in confusion, “What-?”

“I know I can talk to you about anything! I know that you’ll always be there for me, through thick and thin! Rain or shine!”

Ghost feels tears slip down his face, Soap concerned, “Why can’t I just ask you to marry me?”

Soap blinks and it takes Ghost a moment to register what he said. He pales, breath caught in his throat as Soap and him stare at each other.

“What-What did you just say?”

“I-I—“

Soap takes a deep breath, gently taking Ghost’s hand, “Love… what did you just say?”

Ghost shakes horribly, “Why can’t I just ask you to marry me?”

Tears collect at the corners of Soap’s eyes, “Say that again, baby.”

Ghost exhales before taking one of his hands out of Soap’s hold and digging into his pocket. He pulls out the ring and holds in up, hands shaking.

“Johnny… Will you marry me?”

Soap laughs out, tears falling freely down his face, “Yes!”

Ghost chokes out a sob as he puts the ring on Soap. Once its on Soap looks at it before jumping onto Ghost, wrapping his arms around his neck. Ghost wraps one arm around Soap while he removes his face mask and kisses Soap. Soap kisses him like it would be their last, refusing to pull away. But they eventually do, Soap pulling away to cup Ghost’s face with the biggest smile on his face.

Someone clears their throat and they look to see Gaz and Price standing there.

“That was a very dramatic New Year’s kiss.”

Price quickly saw the shine on Soap’s finger and his eyes lit up.

“FINALLY!”

Gaz jerks at the yell as Soap and Ghost laugh. A very dramatic way to start the New Year, indeed.

#when i was writing this i discovered my sister had a tumblr accound #she’s on here somewhere #WATCHING #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #kate laswell #laswell’s wife #simon ghost riley #john price #thanks for the ask <3 #ask #cod mwii #soapghost #ghostsoap #call of duty #fic #fanfic #modern warfare

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pricesbeltbuckle · 3 months

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I love your work! (especially your könig) I don't know how you feel about male!reader but I just wanted to request how the guys (Ghost, Soap, König, Price, e.t.c) would react to stage actor male!reader playing a character like Frank n Furter from Rocky Horror. You know, just how they react to the different revealing costumes, the humorous sexual themes and stuff. Even better if the reader is already very confident and flamboyant. Preferably sfw but I don't mind some nsfw (😏). I am SO SORRY if this is way too specific.

Stage - König, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, & John Price

Pairing: König, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, & John Price x Stage actor!Male Reader

Warnings: Mild Nsfw, Fluff. MDNI 18+

König:

You had been stage acting for around 2 years, you’ve become quite famous especially inside of the LGBTQ+ community and obviously for 2 reasons

A: The roles you played and the outfits you wore.

B: Your very public relationship with your army boyfriend König.

Whenever you’re interviewed and asked about him everyone asks how you met and the story was quite cute, he came to one of your shows and met up with you after and you hit it off!

But that brings you to the present day when you told him to come to one of your new shows, you had a surprise for him in the costume you had to wear.

He agreed to come and found a seat right in the front, of course.

The show was good so far, he thought everyone did well but they weren't you, until you came on stage and he saw what you were wearing. His mind blanked!

After the show he met up with you faster than the speed of light. “Jesussss-You looked so good Meine Liebe.” He mumbled as he swept you off your feet to bring you to the car, peppering kisses all over your face.

“König!! I know I looked good but Jesus, how impatient are you?” You said in between struggles and laughs but he just held you tighter.

“You’ll find out soon enough Gutaussehend.”

You did in fact find out when you got home, he definitely bought more of those types of outfits for you after seeing you in that one time he was now obsessed, more obsessed with you then he already was.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

Now you had been stage acting for around 3 years before you met Simon, he met you for dinner one night and you told him about your career and he was intrigued.

But if you told yourself around 6 months later you’d be in love with the man you wouldn’t believe yourself.

But the man was a sweetheart, flowers without ever having to ask kind of guy. He was a killing machine on the field, but off the field he was your boyfriend and you like to separate the two.

He didn’t mind coming to your shows but it definitely was not his scene. But if you had pleaded with him and asked just the right way he’d go.

But this night, you had just wanted to show him a costume they wanted you to wear on stage, you didn’t really think about his reaction.

But when you walked out of the bathroom, he nearly passed out right then and there.

“Tryin’ to kill me?” He asked lowly as he wrapped arms around your waist and you giggled, “Could only dream of such a thing Si.”

He chuckled as he started to undress you a bit, “Well, hopefully you have a bit of time to sleep in tomorrow, yeah?”

He tended to your every need that night, and to your surprise you did have a bit of time to sleep in the next day so it all worked out.

When you came back home from your show and saw that Simon left a note you read it, “I’ll be back ina bit lovie, Price needed help with paperwork. Check your closet and call if you need.”

You smiled at the note as you settled it down and went to check your closet to see now multiple costumes, you rolled your eyes and got ready to take pictures and send them all to Simon, this is gonna be a hell of a night.

John Price:

Now you were a stage actor for around a year before you met John. He was at a bar you went to after one of your shoes and you found him highly attractive, so you gave him your number and he called you.

You found out about his job in the military early on so he could warn you about the dangers that come with his job, but you loved him regardless so it didn’t matter to you.

He came to all your shows and always bought you flowers, the vases were overcrowded at this point. So then he started buying you chocolates, he just loved seeing your face as he gave you things.

But one night when he spent the night you went through your old costumes to just show him them. And you came across a very particular costume you knew he would love. “Babe, I’m gonna go put this on, I'll be right back.” He nodded at you as he waited for you to come back out.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and giggled as you remembered your role as the character and just the fun you had with the cast.

You walked out of the bathroom and John let out a chuckle but also a low groan as he felt his cock restrain against his boxers. He quickly got up and tackled you to the bed.

“Listen, You look sooo good in this but I have to get it off ya.” You chuckled to yourself as he just admired you for a second before nearly ripping it off.

After that night you came home to a box full of similar costumes, and were those fluffy handcuffs? Jesus christ what had you gotten yourself into.

You tried a new one on every night for nearly 2 weeks before you ran out, but don’t worry he got more for you. He loved seeing his handsome baby in such revealing clothes.

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A not-complete list of wonderful changes, translation and localization I noticed when I went to see Book of Mormon in Madrid!

Hey! So I went to see The Book of Mormon last month in Madrid, and since I had watched (bootlegged) and listened to the original production, I was able to enjoy some changes they made so it could be enjoyed by spanish audiences!

First off, I should say that it wasn’t a replica production (and I think I much prefer this one!). The choreography was amazing, and definitely more elaborate than on broadway ! Here, have a look: https://youtu.be/NZ5UxjN2MPs?si=UErYQUODo5Qs-EMC

Some of the first changes I wondered how they were going to make was the opening number: both Hello and Hola have the same syllables but hola cannot be used, since the accent falls on the first syllable in hola and the second in hello….. so spanish mormons just end up saying how are you (¿qué tal?) 😂

Second change comes during the second number, two by two: one of the jokes is weirdly untranslatable, which is the addendum at the end of the phrase “we are the soldiers of the church of jesus christ (of latter day saints)”. Since in spanish “of la-tter day saints” (5 syllables) would be “de los úl-ti-mos dí-as” (7 syllables), they changed it to “yo-soy-mor-món” (i am a mormon) which fits! There is a joke lost, but mormonism isn’t as widespread as it is on the US, so it’s hardly noticeable.

This one is mostly to update the content, but during two by two when the trip to japan gets announced, the mormons are excited about soy sauce and godzilla (instead of mothra)

Next comes a change i also wondered about: how do you make a joke out of Elder Price’s wish to go to Orlando, of all things? In the English version, Elder Price would like to go to orlando because of Sea World, Disney and putt-putt golfing: spaniards have no cultural knowledge of what Orlando is, so the translated line is “Orlando! Disney me espera, soy fan de Frozen” (Orlando! Disney is waiting for me, I’m a Frozen fan) which really drives home the ridiculousness of choosing that place as your mission trip. Also, if you watch the video i linked, the joke is super amplified through choreography, which is part of why i love this production so much.

Hasa diga eebowai gets one change Very right: instead of saying fuck you god, they say “me cago en dios” (i shit on god) which is a very common way of cursing about things in spain: you can shit on the milk (me cago en la leche), on your mother (me cago en tu madre) and indeed, you can shit on god!

One fun localization comes in at the end of All-American prophet, a song that’s basically a sales pitch or infomercial : the fun little gag at the end where Elder Cunningham says “if you order now, we’ll also throw a seat of steak knives” gets changed to “if you order now, we’ll throw in a thermomix for free” For people who don’t know, a thermomix is The Product everyone gets from infomercials/ through independent sellers: it’s a chopper/blender/cooker/scale/kitchen robot, very convenient! My mother has one :) one of the ugandan ladies asks Cunningham about the thermomix inmediatly after finishing the number and he excitedly begins explaining the whole shtick every middle aged spanish lady has heard before, that got a big laugh :)

In the sequence before spooky mormon hell dream, when Elder Price’s so happy that he finally reaches Orlando, he throws in another elsa joke, saying that he’s blonde like her, so thats why she likes her😂

During Spooky mormon hell dream, one change that got Such a big laugh was seeing the four people that are in hell according to Elder Price: Genghis Khan, Hitler, Jeffrey Dahmer and, instead of Jonnie Cochran (idk even who he is) we got Silvio Berlusconi, politician and founder of communications company Mediaset, which runs a thrash tv channel called Telecinco (and that’s what he’s in hell for, according to the song)

The thing elder cunningham always says “tomorrow’s a latter day” gets changed to a saying a lot of catholic old people say, “mañana dios dirá” which both fits in the metric and localizes it, since mormonism isn’t that well known.

And that’s it! It was such a wonderful performance, and a testament to the beauty of translation: even if i know I understand English fairly well, seeing the jokes on my native language made everything 100x times funnier! Strongly recommend!

#the book of mormon #tbom musical #tbom #translating #musicals #musical theatre #musical theater #localization #translation #broadway #spanish #spain #madrid #spanish culture

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kawaii-angelanne · 1 year

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TW/CW: nudity of minors (not sexual!), all characters (except the teacher) are in high school

KEY TAGS: spoiler-free/pre-canon, female reader (afab and themes of womanhood), second pov (reader's pov), meet-cute, fluff, strangers to ???

WORD COUNT: 6202

CROSS POST: ao3

OPENING NOTE: thanks for clicking on this! please do not repost, copy, modify, or overall plagiarize this work anywhere else please. plagiarism is never acceptable, both in mla 8 format and in fanfiction! for translations, message me, and we can talk about it! reblogs, comments, and likes are super appreciated :>

SUMMARY: "'So…' you trail off, shutting the door behind you, 'How should I do this? Do you have a certain pose in mind or…?'

The blue-haired painter (painter-in-training?) turns to you, 'Well, in order to start, it would be best if you began taking off your clothes.'

'E-excuse me!?'"

Or where Kitagawa Yusuke needs a nude model, and you unknowingly sign up.

“Why don’t you just get a job?” your friend, Yanai Toshiko, points out the most obvious solution to your money problem while chewing in one side of her mouth, “It’s pretty easy these days. All you have to do is take a magazine from the job stand in Shibuya Station, look for a job that interests you, and call them up.”

“Right, and,” your other friend, Akagawa Yokkako, takes a moment to swallow her food before continuing, “if you tell them you’re a Kosei High student, they will most definitely hire you.”

“But that’s so much work!” you groan loudly, burying your head in your arms on the table and then lifting your head up high enough to be able to see your friends, “Besides, my brother’s birthday is in a week. I wouldn’t get the money in time even if I got the job.”

“That’s your fault for leaving it to the last minute,” Yanai clicks open the next tier in her bento box, “I don’t understand how you’re still at Kosei with all your procrastination.”

You perk up at this, “Uh, just because I don’t do my work weeks ahead of time like everyone else here doesn’t mean I don’t do well, thank you very much.”

“What’re you even getting your brother that costs so much anyways?” Yokkako finishes the last of the bun she bought from the school store, crumpling the transparent wrapper in between her hands.

“Limited-edition action figure set of this anime he watches,” you drag your chopsticks absentmindedly across your school lunch, depressed from just remembering the price tag.

Yanai admires her octopus hotdogs, her chopsticks holding one in midair, before eating it whole, “Can’t you get him, like, crayons or something?”

You stop swiveling your chopsticks across the pile of rice on your tray at her suggestion, “He’s not six. He’s turning twelve!”

“What’s the difference?” Yokkako snickers behind her hand, earning one smack on the shoulder from you.

“Seriously, guys,” you now resort to hopelessly picking up singular grains of rice with your chopstick, “Do any of you know how I can get cash quick and easy?”

“Well—”

“And legally.”

Yokkako wilters at the last part, her eagerness to tell you to be a cam girl or start selling drugs vanishing in a flash. While she isn’t involved in stuff like that, you knew she would suggest such a thing anyways, which would have annoyed you more.

Yanai nimbles on her chopsticks in thought, “Y’know, on my way to the teacher’s office—I had to drop something off—, I overheard one of the art students asking around for a model. He said he was willing to pay in cash.”

“Really!?” you straighten up from your slumped position, eyes sparkling at the prospect of possibly getting enough money for your brother, “Who? Do you know how much he’s paying? Did anyone say yes?”

“Hmm,” Yanai places her chopsticks down, “I only heard his voice, so I don’t know who he is, sorry. I didn’t stick around long enough to hear everything, so...”

“Ask one of the art teachers!” Yokkako chirps up, “They might know who it is. I think their office is on the…third floor?”

You turn to Yanai for an answer, who nods silently as she focuses on packing up her lunch, and, with her confirmation, you immediately stand up from your chair, “I’m going to go now then! Can’t have anyone taking my precious money! I’ll see you guys later!”

Dashing off, you try not to bump into unsuspecting students, spitting sorries when you do. You’re going to find this art student no matter what!

“Oh, right, I heard Kitagawa asking one of my other students to be his model yesterday,” the first art teacher you encountered answers, “She said she was too busy.”

Still catching your breath from sprinting up three flights of stairs, you stare blankly at her. Her answer as to who was asking for a model was hardly an answer. For all you know, there could be tens of Kitagawas in this school (it would be funny if they were all in the same art class too). Also, why did she talk more about the person he asked? She isn’t your main concern.

She returns to her work, so you press the subject further, “Kitagawa…?”

“You don’t know?” she makes the effort to turn her chair to face you completely, “Kitagawa Yusuke? He’s one of Madarame’s students.”

“Who?”

“Madarame, the artist?”

When you shake your head, she gapes at you but immediately pulls herself together, “Never mind. What do you need Kitagawa for anyways?”

“I was hoping to ask him if I could be his model,” you don’t bother to explain all the itty bitty details about how you desperately need the cash; she doesn’t need to know that.

The teacher squints at the grid paper taped on the wall in front of her, “I have him next, so I can ask for you. I’ll email you what he says. What’s your name? Include your first name as well, so I know what email to use.”

After telling her your name, she writes it down on a blank notepad, and you thank her for the help before leaving. At least you don’t have to track down this Kitagawa Yusuke.

You slide the door open and then close. Checking your watch, you yelp at the time. Class on the fifth floor is starting in three minutes, and you don’t even have your bag!

“Crap, crap, crap!” you repeat under your breath and push your legs to move faster, brisk walk accelerating to a full-out run.

As you make an abrupt turn around the corner to the downstairs, you harshly crash into someone. You shut your eyes, groaning when you make contact with the ground. Still reeling from the fall, you see the obstacle you bumped into, who is somehow gracefully sitting upon the linoleum floor.

“Pretty boy…” the words flow out of your mouth without a second thought, and your hand slaps itself over your mouth.

But really, is there anyone who wouldn’t have the same reaction? Navy blue hair framing the boy’s cheeks so perfectly and shining like it belongs in a shampoo commercial. The lack of blazer all students have to wear with their uniform revealing his lissome frame. The longest eyelashes you’ve ever seen. The most luscious lips—.

“Are you okay?”

At his words, you cease your shameless ogling, “Y-yes! S-sorry, are you okay? I should have been watching where I was going!”

“I’m quite alright, thank you,” he gets up from the floor, brushing one stray hair away from his face, “Do be careful though. It would not be safe to bump into anyone else like that.”

Before you can retort, you remember why you were in such a rush earlier and rise to your feet, “Oh god, I’m really going to be late now! Again, sorry, but gotta blast!”

You abandon him and take off at the same speed as before. Screw getting your bag; you can just ask Yukkako for paper and a pencil.

Your mind races back to the slender guy you bumped into as you scurry up the stairs. You’ve never met him before. However, you don’t think your paths will cross any time soon. It’s been a month since school started, but you haven’t seen him in any of your classes. Besides, he’s too…graceful. And pretty! Definitely not your crowd.

The bell rings once you reach the fifth floor, and you frantically scramble to the classroom door. You practically fall through the back door. Somehow, no one but Yukkako notices your tumble in and waves her hand rapidly. The teacher strides in the front door the moment you sit down, and you breathe out a sigh of relief.

The moment you step foot in your dorm room, you toss your bag to a corner of the room and launch yourself into the comfort of your bed. Thank god your roommate isn’t here right now. As always, a day spent at the illustrious Kosei High deserves a nap.

Too exhausted to take off your uniform, you snuggle on the top of your bed (also too exhausted to get inside the blankets). Closing your eyes, you feel yourself hazing out of reality and into the wondrous land of slumber.

Ding!

Your eyes snap open, tranquility gone and irritation kicked in. When you reach down into one of your pockets, you pull out the rectangular device. The brightness burns, and you don’t hesitate to lower it.

When you read the subject, “Art Model Information”, you sit up from your bed like a vampire from their coffin. Unlocking your phone, you hastily scan the message.

“‘I asked Kitagawa…need to go to Madarame’s studio tomorrow…might let you model!?’ I’m not even hired!?”

You almost throw the phone down on the mattress out of frustration, sleep disturbed for this. You have to travel to his place and aren’t even guaranteed the job? What if you travel for nothing? That would be a waste of a good subway fee!

To calm yourself, you take a deep breath and release it with most of your annoyance. There aren’t any better options, so what choice do you have?

Scrolling down the email, you find the address of this “Madarame’s studio”—you still don’t know who Madarame is—and copy it to paste into your navigation app.

Your finger repeatedly jams the doorbell as you cower underneath the veranda too small to properly cover anyone. Even though the forecast reported no rain, it began to downpour mere minutes ago with no relent in sight. Fortunately, you had a jacket to drape over your head, but it’s not going to hold for much longer at this rate.

“Oh, come on, answer the door already!” you whine.

You pressed the button just once when you first arrived, but, the longer you went on without a response, the more fervent your pressing became. Maybe you should be more patient. However, how good would a drenched model be? You need to get in soon, or else.

Before you resort to holding down the buzzer, a voice slices through the heavy rainfall, “Who is it? If it’s Sensei you want, he’s not here.”

You pause briefly at the strange familiarity of the voice before answering, “Hi, I’m from Kosei High! I don’t know her name, but one of your teachers told you about me? It’s raining pretty heavy out here, so, if you could let me in, that’d be great!”

“One moment.”

The transceiver disconnects. Footsteps approach behind the door, and the voice’s speaker unlocks it. You can’t help but gasp when the door opens to reveal who was talking to you.

The pretty boy you bumped into yesterday!

“It’s you!”

“It’s you…”

You’re too stunned to move, despite the rain pouring (partially) on you. So, this is Kitagawa Yusuke? You even said yesterday that your paths wouldn’t cross any time soon! What’re the odds?!

“...Will you be coming inside or…?” Pretty Boy, now identified as Kitagawa Yusuke, raises an elegant brow while stepping to the side to let you through.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry!” you step inside and take off the jacket on your head, “I just didn’t think that you’re Kitagawa! Crazy coincidence, right?”

“Indeed, this truly is a trick of fate…”

“‘Trick?’”

What did he mean by that?

Kitagawa doesn’t answer you and immediately begins to circle around you. He mumbles to himself, too incoherent for you to understand. The longer this goes on, the antsier you get. It’s as if you’re being picked apart with his eyes punctuated by those sharp lashes.

It’s not exactly the most comfortable experience.

Before you can ask him if something is wrong, he returns in front of you, done observing you like an abstract work of art, “I suppose you will do for now. Normally, I would try to find a more inspiring subject, but I cannot afford to on such time constraints. Do not worry about taking your shoes off, and, please, follow me.”

Your eye twitches at his slightly objectifying attitude, but you follow him anyway. Before leaving, though, you wring out your soaked jacket directly over the poor excuse of a doormat. Seeing the water permeate fills you with mischievous satisfaction. Seeing how far away he was, you run over to catch up.

It doesn’t take long for you two to enter a small studio room. Towards the backend of the room there’s a window to let natural light in. However, there isn’t exactly a lot of “natural light” shining through due to the storm. The ceiling light seems to provide just enough lighting, some darkness accumulating in the corner.

Various painting and sketching supplies are shelved in the back of the room as well. Three stools are pushed to the side. One stool sits in the middle, and an easel without its canvas in front of it.

Kitagawa goes ahead of you to set up, and you stand awkwardly by the doorway with your jacket over your arms.

“So…” you trail off, shutting the door behind you, “How should I do this? Do you have a certain pose in mind or…?”

The blue-haired painter (painter-in-training?) turns to you, “Well, in order to start, it would be best if you began taking off your clothes.”

“E-excuse me!?” you almost drop the jacket onto the wooden floor from pure shock.

No…is this a nude modeling gig!? Even though themes of nudity happen to make up a majority of famous paintings, you never even considered this would be the case. You’re also a high school student, just like him! Is this even legal?

“Were you unaware that you would be modeling nude?” he strokes his chin, clearly confused, “I made sure to specify that to the teacher though…”

You gulp. Maybe you should have read the email entirely…

“You are more than welcome to leave if you do not wish to do this anymore,” Kitagawa already makes moves to clear up shop, disappointed and…annoyed(?) at this turn of events, “However, if it comforts you, I have absolutely no interest in your naked figure. I am purely doing this for art. I assure you I have no ulterior motives other than painting another piece of work for Sensei.”

“Uh, w-well,” you fidget about, not completely unswayed by his words (even though you should be!), “h-how much will you be paying?”

“Did the teacher not tell you that either?” his brows furrow even more (you really should have read the email entirely), “It might not be much, but, when we finish, I will pay you about one hundred and fifty thousand yen.”

One hundred and fifty thousand!? That would cover your brother’s birthday gift and still leave you some cash to spend! All of that for modeling? Granted, you’ll be naked, but it would totally be worth it!

Wait. Jeez, are you really that desperate for money that you’ll strip for some guy you just met? …No, no, that isn’t the case here! You’re contributing to the art world! So what if you’re in the nude? If this painting is a hit, you’ll be famous, have money, and make your brother happy for this birthday. Well, secretly famous. You don’t want this spreading around, especially to your parents.

“I’ll do it,” you declare despite your heart beating wildly at what you’re committing to, “B-but on one condition! I won’t be officially associated with this. I don’t want people to know that you painted me…naked. So, I don’t want to see my name anywhere near this, got it?!”

“You have my word, thank you,” he softens his curt tone in gratitude, and his lips even curve into a small, pleasant smile.

Your heart stutters for a moment at the unexpected nicety. While Kitagawa hasn’t been outright scornful, you couldn’t help but feel iced out at first.

“Do not mind me as you undress,” his back faces you out of consideration, “I will prepare in the meanwhile. Let me know when you are ready.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Even though his back is already turned to you, you turn your back to him as well for added protection. Well, it would only be your rear side instead of your front side he would see if he turned around (if he does, you’re leaving without a second thought!). When getting ready for today, you opted for a comfortable but still nice outfit rather than your uniform. Had you known you would be modeling naked, you would have just come in sweatpants and a hoodie.

Sitting on the stool, you first remove your shoes. You strip out of your clothes one by one, stacking them into a messy pile on the stool closest to you. Your hands pause at your undergarments. As the room’s chill travels across your skin, goosebumps prickle your skin.

You take a deep breath.

One.

Two.

Three!

You unclasp your bra.

Another deep breath.

One.

Two.

Three!

You push down your underwear.

Adding the two articles to the unorganized mountain of clothes, which had somehow not collapsed yet, you turn around to face Kitagawa. Your hands wrap around your torso, insecurity trickling in like water from a sōzu. Now that you’re actually naked, you don’t feel as confident as you did before when you agreed.

Still, you don’t want to back out now, not after you’ve gone through the process of taking off your clothes. Ugh, you better like that gift, Hanzu!

“Is everything all right?” Kitagawa asks, back still to you.

“Y-yep!” you breathe deeply again to steel your nerves, “I-I’m all ready now!”

He turns around, seeing your naked body for the first time. Despite that, his insouciant expression doesn’t change. He merely clutches his chin between his fingers again; you could almost see the cogwheels turning inside his mind. His ever-observant gaze causes you to cover yourself up even more, your hands sliding up more and legs gradually crossing over each other.

“Stop right there,” he commands with such purpose it freezes you into submission, “This heightened vulnerability and bareness… It perfectly encapsulates both innocence and womanhood at the same time! To think that you would be able to deliver such a concept… Yes, I can work with this. How foolish of me to doubt fate earlier.”

“Th-thanks?” you’re not sure whether you should be pleased or creeped out or if that even sounded like you.

“Please, remain still for now,” he sits at the easel, pencil in hand.

“Sure thing…” you search for an interesting crack in the wall to distract yourself with. With the state of the place, there are plenty of cracks to choose from, which means plenty of story material.

You’re unsure how much time has passed. All has been quiet save for your breathing and Kitagawa’s sketching. Since the session started, you’ve gotten more comfortable. Not completely, but definitely better than before!

However, you now face a new dilemma.

As you learned in psychology class, your brain requires stimulation. When it’s not getting stimulated, like right now, the urge to do something eats away at you like an annoying parasite. And it’s definitely not helping that you’ve been standing the entire time! But Kitagawa told you to stay still. You may have just met him today, but you feel that disobeying an artist’s orders, especially one as passionate as Kitagawa—that’s the impression you get anyway—is just as bad as waking a sleepwalker.

If you can’t move your body, you can at least move something else.

“So, how’s the drawing going?”

His hand falters in the line he was sketching out. With a sigh, he quickly erases it before redrawing. You quietly wince, not intending to irritate him. Maybe you should have realized that talking to him would have snapped him out of his artistic mojo.

He continues to sketch your figure, eyes flickering to you and then the canvas. The silence is even louder, and you’re too ashamed to ask again. Is there perhaps another crack you already didn’t make a story for?

“The sketch is almost finished,” he finally speaks, and you almost relax completely at an answer despite not wearing any clothes, “Sorry, I understand modeling for a painting can be difficult. Would you like to take a short break? I completed the part I was working on and can afford to pause now.”

A break? You thought he would reprimand you for speaking, but that was oddly considerate of him. Well, not like he hasn’t been, but…

“How close are you to finishing? Because, if it’s not too long, then I can handle it.”

He surveys his drawing, “Fifteen minutes should be sufficient enough.”

“Then we can continue, no worries,” you adjust your position to its original state.

“You have my thanks,” he nods and even flashes a gentle smile before resuming the sketch.

After a few more soft pencil scratchings and a few more riveting narratives of the Cracken terrorizing the town with no end in sight, Kitagawa picks up the small, deformed eraser and rubs it strongly against the canvas. His effaces become more and more frequent until he slumps over completely. Despair and hopelessness radiates from him.

“Uh, Kitagawa? Everything all right?” you make it your best effort to not move while also straining to get a better look at him from behind the easel.

“Something’s not right,” he lifts only his head to meet your eyes, “For some unknown reason, I cannot properly draw this last piece. Perhaps it’s the angle of your legs? Or maybe your arms?”

“I swear I didn’t move at all! Not even an inch!” you prepare yourself for a scolding, even though you are one hundred percent certain you didn’t move your legs at all no matter how badly you wanted to.

“I never said you did,” his expression shows no irritation, but his words still cut into you like the crack in the wall, “Allow me to think on this for a moment.”

Mumbling unintelligibly to himself, he pinches his chin between his fingers as his eyes scrutinize you once more like they had in the beginning. You immediately avert your gaze to the other side of the wall. Is it like an artist thing, or does he have this innate ability to pick you apart with his eyes alone?

“That’s it!” he sits up again with such a fervency it almost inspires you to do the same, “Please cross your left leg thirty degrees more inward.”

“D-degrees?”

With hesitant estimation—what exactly is thirty degrees?—you slowly slide your left leg.

“No, apologies, I meant your right leg.”

At his new orders, you, silent and compliant, move your right leg back to where it was originally and repeat what you did earlier to your left leg this time.

“A bit more, please, and point your right foot as well.”

You struggle to maintain your balance at the new position. Praying he doesn't make you do this for much longer, you attempt to keep the shaking to a minimum.

He tuts his disapproval, and your obedience slowly transitions into annoyance.

“Could you curve your foot a little more?”

“Please lower your right leg a little.”

“...Try moving your left leg outward.”

“No, move it back.”

“Why don’t you just do it for me then!?” you practically yell out, frustrated from having to adjust your already-sore limbs every second.

“Good idea, it would save us precious time,” he stands up straight from his seat with such poise and grace, it sends shivers down your spine.

“W-wait a minute, you’re coming over here?” your arms hug you tighter as an unsettling realization crawls on your back.

Not only is Kitagawa going to be extremely up close and personal, but he’s also going to put his hands all over your arms and legs and bend them at impossible angles!

He pauses in his steps with confusion scrawled all over his features, “Yes? Is that not what you asked?”

“W-well, it is, but…but I’m naked!” you state as if it’s the obvious reason (because it is the obvious reason).

“But you have been for the past hour or so,” he raises an eyebrow in even deeper confusion, “What makes now so different?”

“I’m naked,” you strongly emphasize the word “naked” as if Kitagawa somehow did not see an issue in the concept, “I don’t know about you, Kitagawa, but I am not comfortable with you putting your grubby mitts on me as you spread my legs and whatnot. It’s already enough that I’m modeling naked for you!”

“Spread your legs? Why would I ever—?” he stops mid-sentence, finally understanding what you were trying to get at, and his pale cheeks flush red, as if dragged from the center to the red side of the color wheel, “O-oh, I-I see…”

With a clearing of his throat, he continues, “My apologies for being so oblivious to your concerns. However, you currently seem to be incapable of properly executing what I envision for this painting. What to do…?”

Ain’t no way is he touching you! There has to be another way!

“M-maybe!” you interject before he decides that A) you’re not a fit model for him anymore and thus denied the pay you were promised or B) there is no other choice but for him to treat you as if you are nothing more than a wooden lay figure, “Maybe you can…pose like how you want me to? And then I can…mirror it? Yeah? How’s that?”

He stares blankly at you, and, as if a three-second timer went off, he livens back up, “What a splendid idea! Please do your best to imitate me.”

After adjusting his stance to better match yours, he first, as asked of you before, moves his left leg slightly higher to the crux where his legs crossed over. Oh, so that’s what thirty degrees are. Then, with a shift of his torso, he freezes with his eyes intently on you, silently commanding you to imitate him. You immediately follow suit, dumbfounded at how easy it was to copy him when you had failed multiple times.

“Perfect, now please stay like that for just a moment more,” he returns to his stool behind the canvas, pencil already in hand.

You sigh with relief, having successfully escaped any more torment, and focus back on doing what you were hired to do.

This time, instead of continuing to mentally write fanfiction between the crack on the left side of the wall and the crack on the right side of the wall—a true Shakespearean tragedy split by the great schism in the middle—, you find yourself staring at Kitagawa. Since you’re barely a meter away from him, you can see him up close for much longer than yesterday.

He’s so focused. His dark-blue eyes would unblinkingly scan across the canvas as his pencil dragged across the surface. Somehow, a mere glimpse to you can provide enough material to last him minutes of drawing. While his extremely hunched-over posture is left to be desired, his zeal clearly shows with how much he’s leaning in. Any further, and his nose would be touching the canvas!

You also take the time to comment (mentally, of course) on the strange seventy-thirty hair split he has going on. When it comes to parting hair, most go for a twenty-eighty or thirty-seventy split. However, he went the other way and managed to make it look as charming as ever. Even now, side parts aren’t the latest in style, but anyone who saw him would strongly disagree. Somehow, the right side of his hair perfectly frames his cheek. Yes, he has to push a strand or two out of the way every now and then. But, for the majority, it stays perfectly still, coiffed with enough curvature to not appear so limp.

Urgh, he’s a pretty boy in every sense of the word!

After some back and forth from behind the easel to you, the saccades shorter and shorter each time, his eyes then shift to your own. At the sudden eye contact, you flinch, caught red-handed.

“Is something the matter? You’ve been staring at me for quite some time,” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“O-oh, it’s nothing!” you laugh awkwardly, trying to act as if you weren’t staring at him for the past couple of minutes, “I-I was just zoning out, haha! Don’t mind me!”

He accepts your excuse without a second thought (is he really that gullible?), “Well, I am just about done with the sketch. All that is left is to paint it. I greatly appreciate your service and—.”

“Ooo! Can I see?” you jump up from the wooden stool and bounce over to see what he was drawing for the past hour.

Kitagawa immediately stiffens at your close proximity, but you’re too enraptured with what’s before you.

When people meet you, there are some words that easily come to mind: rambunctious, tomboyish, immature, incorrigible. However, you don’t see any hint of that in Kitagawa's depiction of you. You see exactly what he raved about earlier: vulnerability, innocence, and womanhood. How was he able to illustrate you in such a way so different from how most characterize you despite only formally meeting you today?

You also can’t imagine how striking the painting will be when finished. Will he use pop, bright colors to imply your teenage youth? Or will he use muted mature shades to highlight a sense of coming-of-age?

A stammered yelp of your last name draws you back into reality.

“Sorry, sorry! This is just so amazing!” you practically squeal while covering your mouth with your hands, “I can’t believe someone so talented is my age! Can I take a picture? Whoa, this is so cool!”

“I-I thank you for your kind words,” he avoids your gaze, finding the floor most intriguing, “You can take a picture. Please be sure not to post it anywhere should someone come across it and choose to plagiarize my work.”

“Got it!” you hum all happy, ego also inflated from being drawn so well and so beautifully.

Instead of answering, he fully turns his body away from you. You move to his side to find a faint dusting of pink across his nose and the top of his cheeks.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? Your face is kind of red, and—.”

“I’m f-fine,” he clears his throat and shakes his head, all while still concentrating on the weathered floor, “I-I would greatly appreciate it if you can get dressed, though, so I can pay you for your services.”

You look down at yourself, suddenly remembering that you were indeed not wearing clothes, and feel your body heat up from embarrassment, the slightly-cold draft in the room be damned. Your face is as red as a tomato, and your ears are tipped in a similar shade. Squeaking out an apology, you hastily move to the pile of clothes on the chair and fumble through putting them on, too flustered to do so calmly.

Right as you slip on the last of your shoes, you snatch your phone out of your pocket to take a quick snapshot of Kitagawa’s drawing. Up from his stool but still with his back turned to you, he busies himself with something in the furthest corner.

With the press of a button, his sketch is saved on your phone. You observe it on the digital screen, but, even then, it doesn’t even compare to the actual artwork. Well, digital copies never amount to the original anyways.

Pinching in and out of the photo to pick out the finer details, Kitagawa approaches you with a thick, money envelope in his hand, “Here is one hundred and fifty thousand yen, as previously agreed upon. I once again thank you for being my model. You truly brought the perspective I needed for this painting. Don’t worry, I intend to bring this painting the beauty it wholly deserves.”

“Oh, thanks…” your heart skips a beat at his words, moved at his dedication.

With two hands and a slight bow, you accept the money from Kitagawa, who then moves to clean up his supplies. As you stare at it in your hand, unease settles in your stomach.

Was this really going to be the last time you saw him? You don’t share any classes with him. Hell, you never even knew the guy existed until yesterday!

You can’t place your finger on why, but you want to get to know him more. Was it because of his formal speaking mannerisms? His talent? His creativity? His pretty boy appearance (you most certainly didn’t forget that)?

Clutching the envelope tightly, you stride up to Kitagawa with a surge of unknown need, “H-hey!”

Great start.

He turns around from putting his pencils away with utmost confusion, “...Is something the matter?”

“W-well,” you gulp and spit out your first coherent thought, “I-I wouldn’t mind modeling for you again!”

“...Excuse me?” he looks even more confused, and you panic on how to explain yourself.

“Wh-what I mean is,” you clear your throat to stall for time, “I-I really want to see how you paint this and make sure it’s good! It is a painting of me after all, a-and I can be there as a real-life reference! I can even model again, i-if that’s what you need!”

Stupid, of course it’s going to be good. He already drew you perfectly. Actually painting it shouldn’t prove a problem, especially since he’s taught by Madarame, who you found out last night is actually a super famous artist.

Still, despite your floundering attempts, he appears to strongly consider this proposition, “It would be extremely beneficial if I had my subject with me as I painted… However, I wouldn’t be able to pay you again. Unfortunately, I’m a little low on funds this month.”

“That’s fine!”

“Then, it’s a deal,” he takes out his own phone from his pocket, “Let’s exchange contact information, so I can message you when I begin the painting process. It will most likely be in the next day or so, so please keep your schedule open.”

You mentally do a fist pump, “All righty, do you have LINE or something? I have social media too, if that’s better.”

“I must confess I am not all that interested in what the online world has to offer,” he pulls out his phone from his back pocket, “I also don’t have any messaging apps outside of the one already on your phone, so your phone number would be best.”

Nodding, you exchange phones and open his contacts. You’re astonished at the names that flood his screen. Arita Takemi, Mihara Kurumi, Natsuhiko Nakanohara—wow, both his names start with “N!” That’s kind of cool—, Yoshihisa Haru… The list goes on and on! How does he know this many people? Or keep up with them? You don’t even think you have this many classmates!

Choosing not to ask him about it, you put in your number as a new contact. With the addition of your name, you raise his phone in the air to take a selfie of yourself (with a peace sign, obviously). Handing it back, you take your phone to find his contact only with his full name and phone number.

Well, you didn’t really expect much more than that from him.

“Hmm, it appears the rain has yet to stop,” he checks the time on his phone, “and it’s quite late. My sincere apologies for keeping you here for so long. I would walk you to the station myself, but I need to prepare for Sensei’s return.”

Surely it can’t be that late; you got here around noontime. Checking your phone as well, you quirk a brow at his definition of late.

You jam your phone back into your back pocket, “Um, it’s only a little past 5:30, Kitagawa. I’ll be okay on my own, but I appreciate the thought.”

He doesn’t look convinced and leaves the room, “At least let me get you an umbrella. I won’t be long.”

True to his word, he comes back as quickly as he left with an umbrella too big for only one person.

“Oh, thanks!” you blink at it in your hands, surprised at his offer, before back at him, “Well, I’ll be on my way now, but I’ll return it next time I see you!”

“Farewell,” he waves you off, and you do the same.

Leaving the room and out the front door, you notice how the rain isn’t coming down as hard as before. In fact, it’s such a light drizzle, using an umbrella would be superfluous. Still, you open it up before walking out from underneath the extremely narrow veranda.

Kitagawa Yusuke.

He’s so strange and perhaps a little blunt.

But he’s also far more polite than the rest of your male peers.

You put a little more pep in your step and smile with anticipation for the next time you see him, hopefully sooner rather than later.

ENDING NOTE: i present to you a project months in the making with a huge hiatus in between completion! i thought this would be ready to release to the world a month ago but. i was wrong LOL!

so, for a little context, i have always wanted to play persona 5 ever since it came out six years ago. however, i never got a ps4. THEN! p5royal got announced for switch and other devices, and i pre-ordered it almost immediately. now, it hasn’t been long since it came out, but i just finished up makoto’s palace.

playing this game also reignited my love and worship for the man that is yusuke kitagawa. the amount of screenshots and videos i took during his arc is embarrassing. then, i read a yusuke x reader oneshot at like 2 am (it’s on ao3 titled “Emperor” by deareststars! so good, the friends to lovers in me enjoyed it so much!). i sat up from my bed with such urgency at the lightning strike of inspiration and starting writing this.

this wasn’t written all in one sitting; this took about...3 months, and, with college apps, my progress was quite stifled! i originally wanted to do this sunshine, tomboyish, easygoing reader with a begrudging, “i need you to do my painting (for madarame)” yusuke. so, yes, an enemies to lovers. however, i don’t think it was that enemies. i think it was quite normal LOL. there isn’t a lot of romance in this either. i was rlly struggling on what to tag this because there isn’t romance; this is just like. the start of it all! miniseries? no…probably not LOL. right before i was going to post this, i realized i forgot to include the posing scene. my original thought was for yusuke to actually move your legs to how he desired, but i was like reader wouldn’t like that, and yusuke wouldn’t do it if reader expressed discomfort (and she did so). so. you got that teehee.

tl;dr: this was self-indulgent 101%.

#kitagawa yusuke #kitagawa yusuke x reader #yusuke x reader #yusuke fluff #yusuke oneshot #persona 5 fanfiction #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #《angel writes》#《med shot》

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Judgment by Fallen Angel / Chapter 5 - The Slave's Way of Life

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Fennesz: " 'According to the slaves... They said, 'we were planning to stage a major uprising in the near future.' 'We'll kill the warders and the slave traders, seize the weapons... and then attack the nobles.' 'If we stand up for ourselves, the slaves from all over the land will surely become our allies...'

But to the boy, who had only been a slave for a short period of time, it wasn't a 'plan' at all. It was just a delusion to escape from reality...

(No… A plan like that would never work...) (Soon the soldiers will come, they'll probably kill us all…) (Maybe… Even me and my sister…) (But... All the adult slaves are totally on board with it...) (No matter what I say to them, I'm sure nothing will change...) (Then... What I should do is...)

Young-adult slave: "Until then, don't let the warders know."

Fennesz: "Y-yes… Let's make it a success!"

Warder: "Next, you kid! Get in this room so we can do a physical examination."

Fennesz: "Y-yes! I'm coming!"

Tap, tap, tap…

Slave trader: "A war orphan, huh... Hmm, yer so tiny. Well, whatever. There are plenty of buyers out there, child or not."

Fennesz: "Uh… Do you have a moment? I just heard something very important. I think you should definitely know."

Warder: "Hey! I told you talking between yourselves is strictly forbidden!"

Slave trader: "Well, well. You have information I should know...? Interesting. Do tell."

Fennesz: "Yes, I will. But in exchange… I'd like to ask for a favor…"

Warder: "You! Don't get carried away!"

Slave trader: "Hohoho. You want to do business with me at your age? Don't make me laugh. I'm a merchant myself. If the information is really important... I'm willing to pay a fair price for it."

Fennesz: "......It's a promise..." (I have to protect my sister...)

[Some days later]

…….. *whip sounds*

Young-adult slave: "Ugh!! Hah, hah…"

Warder: "Listen up, you guys! This is what happens to those who incite rebellion and try to escape! You are valuable commodities, so this time we'll just make an example for you.

If something like this happens again... That time, you will all suffer the same fate!"

Young-adult slave: "Kuh!!! Pant… hah… Darn it… How did they find out our plan…"

Fennesz: "..........."

Fennesz's sister: "Fennesz… it's better if you don't look…"

Fennesz: "Y-yeah... I'm fine... Then again, it's a good thing they found out about the plan. If we had gone through with it... They would've killed all of us."

Fennesz's sister: "Yup… that's right. But at this rate… next month we will be sold off as slaves. I wonder what will happen to us now.

I'm sure we might as well–...

...! I-I'm sorry... Fennesz. As your sister… I just said something weak-willed… It's okay, I'll take care of you, Fennesz…

Cough, cough…"

Fennesz: "Sis… It's okay, it's going to be okay."

Fennesz's sister: "Huh?"

Fennesz: "Here, drink this. It'll help with your cough."

Fennesz's sister: "Is this... Could this be… medicine? Fennesz, why do you have…"

Fennesz: "It's okay. Drink this and get some rest. I'll protect you…"

Fennesz's sister: "...........Fennesz…"

Fennesz: " '............'

'How is it? It's a terrible story, isn't it…'

'War, slavery, betrayal... The history of mankind is a series of mistakes and misfortunes.'

'Once the human race is destroyed... They will never repeat those mistakes.' 'Maybe we should… destroy the human race, after all…' "

Berrien: "Err… Fennesz. That line was an act… right?"

Fennesz: "What...? Oh, yes. O-of course I was acting! I don't really think it would be better if they perished! Hahaha,… ha… …………hah"

Muu: "...You are sighing so deeply that I can't believe you are acting…"

> (I guess he was reminded of something...)

Berrien: "Um... W-well, then... I guess our part is next! Mr. Miyaji."

Miyaji: "Y-yeah…, that's right. Next up are the angels played by me and Berrien… ...It's our turn to defend the idea of 'protecting humanity'."

Berrien: "Yes...! I'm looking forward to your bright and positive, brilliant arguments! Please do your best to not lose to their actings."

Miyaji: "Mm... To be honest, I'm not too sure about it... Anyway… I'll try my best.

To justify that 'humanity is worth protecting'... Right. Maybe my experience at that time will come in handy...

Phew…. ……….

'A long time ago… There was a doctor in the Southern Land.' "

note: spoiler is a spoiler, mild or not. But these aren't really a surprise element in the main story I think, unlike the spoiler in "Song Lullaby of the Water Dragon" (水龍の唄) event story. edit: I just realized there was official English title for it.

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#akuneko #aknk #devil butler with black cat

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On Thursday, sis and I went to the phone box library to drop off books and while she browsed I pulled a portable vacuum out of the bins (any portable electronics have a battery in them and if it's modern, it's probably a lithium time bomb). A bag above it leaked perler beads as it moved and I thought "toybox clearance? 👀" and ripped it open. Score ! Pokemon cards and beyblades. Decided to stuff them in my bag despite the weight once I saw some of the art and fond memories came flooding back.

So I get home and figure I'll just ID them and plop them on ebay for a euro start bid so they can get to collectors. There's always someone with a love for the Barbies you didn't buy the bundle for, ID and get them to the right homes. Right?

I had forgotten that dollblr folks are "fashion doll savants" from years of exposure and collector items are dense and complicated to any non collectors.

Goooodness gracious the deluge of information when you try and identify a card or a beyblade! Took me at least an hour to find out the relevant details on a pokemon card (the number/number).

I feel sympathy for the folks who write " vintage 1960s barbie" on all their 1966 bodied Barbie listings again 😂

My thinking was, oh I could put together one or two nice playable teams of pokemon and potions. Internet implies that's NOT how people enjoy pokemon the card game - more of a collect the rares than actual game play. I guess that makes sense when you already have the interactive console games for that.

So I think there's some serious sorting ahead to find out if there's a complete set of Sun and Moon here or put the holographics on ebay and keep some sentimental art of our fave pokemon.

As for Beyblades, I'm neck deep in research of items which totally would have been banned from most schools I went to: one shoelace and a couple of these 'force blades' and you've got a pretty serious weapon. They banned conkers (chestnuts on strings) from middle school after all. Marbles got banned because of gambling involved. 😂😎💀

It's always fun to dip into another hobby and find the nerdery we take for granted, the things they value vs what the company values and how people enjoy the hobby vs how it was initially intended.

Makes me wonder if there are folks who see the fashionistas as a collect em all game, it certainly caught on in the rainbow high and monster high fandoms to have full sets even if you didn't care that much about the characters or designs. The mini blind bag items are definitely designed with a 'try to get them all' incentive.

And on the off chance that you're in western Europe and a collector : dm me so I can make your day for the price of postage.

#Saf #scavenging

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I saw the fnaf movie.

I absolutely LOVED ITTT

There will be NO HATE for it on my account.

I loved the pillow fort part, they're KIDS in the suits makes sense, and if you say it isn't realistic with them being murderers, just assume it was to lure Abby to them for later. Literally EVERYTHING they did was understandable and funny/scary when it needed to be.

Foxy's dumdum doom song was suuper spooky to hear and seeing him attacking was also terrifying. Seeing Bonnie in the closet with that one guy was GREAT and absolutely terrifying. (Carl) Cupcake was terrifying and entertaining as a tiny chihuahua villain (you cannot convince me he isn't Susie's dog). The bite scene with Freddy shook me and was cool (even if it was only in silhouette, but meh pg 13 rating and all). It was cool seeing golden freddy too, seeing the kid and everything. Seeing vids of people hugging chica and her reaction to getting her cupcake messed with me for the movie kinda, like she was so sweet, even in the movie, until she was bringing Abby into the scooper type thing, like she legit scared me by that point. XD

Mike was cool, his story was interesting enough, I felt bad for him. Abby was a interesting with her dynamic with Mike and how she generally was as a proper character, the actress was very good. Honestly all of the kid actors did well I'm happy and proud of them for taking their roles as seriously as they needed to. Mathew Lillard did amazing as "Steve" my sis didn't go into the movie knowing anything about it past it being a fnaf movie and the twist with him got her. XD I knew the twist, but whatever, it was still a fun time seeing him. Vanessa was...well honestly I'm mixed on her.

Vanessa looked like she just had trauma with the place, I thought she was gonna be a sister to one of the kids, hence her hanging around and watching out for the guards. It was definitely a twist having her be Will's daughter, but given the theories people made about game Vanessa I kinda see where it would come in to play... The ONLY criticism with the movie I have is that her actions made no sense, even with knowing she's the daughter. One minute she's telling Mike as much as she can to attempt to get him to research for himself, then she's getting all huffy about him doing anything. I'm not gonna be having any other posts about how much she seemed to think ass backwards so here are ALL of my complaints on Vanessa:

Her choice to get mad at him for "not locking the place up" makes less and less sense when you consider WHAT door the thugs came through. Mike only had access to the MAIN door, the thugs came in through a garage door or something with a CROWBAR/other weapon, which she would've seen, not like the animatronics could've dealt with their vehicle. Her choice to demand an explanation for why Mike had sleeping pills at his work? Not a good look, she's not his employer so he has no legal reason to tell her shit. "Oh I have to write you up on letting some people come in and wreck the place" the place has SECURITY CAMS, and he was OFF DUTY last I checked if the security isn't there it isn't THEIR fault. IF ANYTHING it would be hers, she's the cop that patrols the place daily. Also THROWING MIKE'S PILLS INTO THE LAKE??? I'm sorry but as a chronically ill person myself, NO, anyone even touches my pills without asking I'm gonna rip em a new one. I don't know what med he had or the price for those kinda meds, but the guy is OBVIOUSLY BROKE, and just cause he said he used them for his dream theory stuff doesn't mean he didn't still need them for normal sleep at home. No instead she threw them in the lake and he had to spend anywhere from $120 USD to like $800 USD (I'm guessing but I'm still probably off since we don't know if he had insurance or not) later on in the movie. Also her getting upset with him having Abby, I get it she got hurt, but until that point (and hey if she had SAID don't touch the guitar NOTHING WOULD'VE HAPPENED) the animatronics were fine with her, they were having fun and enjoying themselves. Also telling Mike "I'll shoot you if you bring here again" did she really think he brought there for no reason? She's a kid, the animatronics are OBVIOUSLY dangerous, and even before that he knew the place had been WRECKED meaning he had to make the conscious choice to bring her into an old ass building that was destroyed to some degree, and she thought he took that choice LIGHTLY????? LIKE NO his usual babysitter got killed THANKS (not that he knew that). He was out his ONLY babysitter who the kid didn't despise with her whole being.

Alright Vanessa rant over, still a good movie I absolutely loved it, just slight irritations with Vanessa. ALSO bb scares were funny and I got spooked with the first one, had an internal spook reaction to the second, and the third I knew was going to happen kinda (knew a scare was coming, didn't expect it to be bb). My partner pretty much jumped at all three bb scares. XD

And finally, the spring lock scene, I wasn't sure it would actually be in the movie. I thought it being pg 13 (yes technically pg 15 in non-american theaters) we'd get a silhouette like the bite scene, but I was pleasantly surprised with it being a longer drawn out death. I say drawn out, but I just mean it was allowed to happen as slowly as it needed to be, it didn't take roughly two seconds for him to die. It took as long as it should've given what he did and how the characters felt about it. The kids got their revenge and it was long and painful for Willy, just as it should've been.

Also at the very end of the credits we get the voice that says letters and it spelled "COME FIND ME" which was cool to hear. Apparently there was a shadow freddy easter egg thing, so it was probably him saying it, but I don't know for sure.

#fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #my opinion #tw swearing #rant post

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Kieren The Game Blogger

Tutorial: Wake Up (Part 1)

SOME TIME… SOME PLACE… IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE...

Astrid’s Memory Bank: Accessing Memory…

“Hey,” a voice called out to me. “Hey,” it rasped again, but all I could see was darkness.

“Astrid! Wake up! Astrid...”

Familiar, it was a voice that had annoyed me for some time. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I will be honest; I would have preferred to stay asleep. Life had not exactly been the easiest for me. My days were nothing to write home about. Even more, everything was just easier when I slept. Soon, my blurry eyes came to focus on the white clouds slowly making their way across the blue canvas sky. Tilting my head, I turned to face where the voice originated. It was my annoying older sister, Petra. Suddenly seeing her made my mind pulsate with aggravating thoughts. All I could think of was how we got here. Why were we here? And why… Why were we lying on this hill in a grassy field? No wonder I fell asleep. As the wind hit my face, all I could feel was that cool afternoon breeze. And I could smell the fresh ripening of newly bloomed flowers. This place was tranquil and peaceful. Even in my previous life, I would have enjoyed being alone in a place like this. Unfortunately, I was not alone.

Aggravated, Petra exclaimed, “You fell asleep on me, sis!”

“My bad,” apologizing was all I could do. While moving my head off her shoulder, I wiped off my well-earned drool. It must have been a good nap. I could barely remember what it was like to be awake. “I was too tired to notice. We haven’t had a day off in a long time. Can you remember the last time we did?” But she could not answer me. I knew it had been stressful for her too. How unfair of me to say such a thing… Cue the eye roll… pause for laughter and whatnot… Seriously though, I sat up to take in the breezing air. Thanks to the warm weather, it was not too cold. This place was tranquil as all hell; even I had to admire the vibrant, saturated colors casting over the grasslands. It was beautiful, unnaturally so. And I still could never find the source of the looping flute and harp music that played over us. That damn thing created such an ambient mood. So freaking beautiful… My eyes roamed all on their own, despite me.

A regular city, made up of tall buildings and skyscrapers, could be seen over yonder. Its appearance screamed cold and dark, the complete opposite of where I stood. It was a dark mirror, a dark city punctuated by the transparent boundary that separated us from it. And the barrier was called The Invisible Wall. Inventive, right?

“So, we have to talk,” she cozied up to me. It was never a good sign when she did such a thing. Skeptical, my brow raised. Just what craziness was she about to spill to me? “I snuck out into the city one time.” And there it was…

My head snapped back at her, “Seriously!? When!? How!?”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” She definitely knew better. At what point was I supposed to correct her? Honestly? So, all I did was nod my head vigorously. I just needed to know more of her story that she graciously decided to burden me with. So, I played dumb.

“So,” Petra started, “y’know how I’m close friends with the Potioneer Ksarreni?” From how carefree she was, I could already tell I would not like anything she was about to say. “I visited her shop last night, and she showed me her hidden stash of potions resting in the basement. They were made from a forbidden text called The Cheat Book, which Ksarreni explained.” There was no way that it would be called such a thing. Just how on the nose could these people be? “One of them was a Cheat that allowed me to pass through, in and out, The Invisible Wall. The stupid thing wore off in an hour. But I can’t be too pissed. I bought it off her hands for a low price - y’know, since we’re friends - and used it to walk around the city for a couple of minutes, all while shifting into a new identity, of course.”

“Of course,” I added. Just what the hell would I know of such things? Honestly, I think I was more offended that she did not invite me to her fantastic adventure. Not like I wanted to go through the wall… “What was it like?”

“It was nothing special. I mean, what could be? It was nice, y’know, seeing some of the buildings up close and seeing buses and cars for the first time in person. But it’s nothing special compared to where we live.” Petra chuckled. She had a weird way about her. Anytime Petra was downplaying the importance of anything, her nose would move a certain way. Her eyes would shift when she was not honest or truthful with her words. Or maybe it was just me reading into my sister, seeing things I wanted to see… “Maybe one of the reasons why humans don’t like us Metamorphs is because our land was blessed to be corrupted with such beautiful magic.”

“Using the word ‘corrupted’ gives off the impression our land is a plague field of sickness and darkness, but I’d say it’s quite the opposite.”

“Astrid… Come on… It’s just something the humans made up to give the impression that our home is lesser and negative than their own.”

“Well,” I just had to open my big mouth, “how we use the word ‘human’ could also be something that causes a negative impression. I mean… Calling the human’s city Humankind’s Civilization, doesn’t that seem dehumanizing?”

“I don’t get it?”

She always needed help understanding how to communicate with people. Her blank eyes and that plain expression on her face irritated me so much. So, “It makes me think being humanoid isn’t being human at all,” I just had to explain. “And enough to categorize the rest of the Earth outside our home as a separate civilization.”

“As the word ‘humanoid’ defines it: a resemblance to being human. Although we have human-like attributes, we just look like them at the end of the day, and that is all it is.”

“Hmm, I guess.” It was a boring conversation. Being philosophical was something I secretly enjoyed, but not so much talking about it with Petra. That was a whole other thing entirely. So, I laid down and closed my eyes, relaxing my mind as it shifted back into another nap. Naps really were the best part of any day. Yet, understandably annoyed, Petra poked me on the cheek, constantly waking me up again.

“You’re gonna sleep the good days away!” Patience was not her strong suit. Petra was a woman of action, of getting things done. Watching me sleep must have been like slowly drilling a hole in her head, agonizing. I could feel her scheming to find more disruptive ways to wake me up like any bothersome sibling would. However, I was saved by something far more annoying than her. At the moment of her annoyance, her eyes fixated on some low-leveled enemies further away from the hill. They were not as far as the city, located in the grasslands’ unsafe and non-combat-free zones towards the bottom of the hill. How did I know the area was dangerous? Well, the giant floating text marks in the air were a dead giveaway. Sometimes it paid to be observant.

Low-level, the enemies include the usual assortment of bad guys. There were a couple of mutated spiders that stood no taller than children. Had it been my first time seeing them like I did the first go around, I would have passed all the way out. And not to mention, there were also slimes filling out the monster herd as well. Surprisingly, like everything in this far-out place, slimes were more formidable than what their cute and unassuming blob of an appearance would have many believe. Many adventurers who let their guards down around them quickly understood the danger of those little bastards. It really was a rookie mistake to underestimate something just because of looks.

I mean, what kind of idiots would do such a thing? Me. I would. It was the exact error my younger self made when encountering them for the first time. To be fair, that was during my first days of combat training. I did not know any better. At the time, there was no way I would have thought any different. But it was not all bad. Now, slime-killing has become a favorite pastime of mine. I like to call it revenge. And I think about it often. Squishing them… Salting them… Cracking their cores… Even now… Now I think about slaying down those slimy-little creatures and killing them all. I would do it repeatedly when they respawn just a few paces away. That is how this stupid world works. Death only matters for people, not monsters.

“Hey!” Eagerly, I sat up. Just thinking about those little bastards got me excited beyond belief. “Now that you woke me up, you know what I’m thinking?”

“No!” Petera asserted. “We’re not killing slimes. We’ve done that so much it’s starting to kill me.” Extending my tail, I moved it outside Petra’s peripheral vision and slightly smacked the arrow-shaped end on her forehead. “Ow~!” Petra cried out. I have to admit, I got her pretty good on that silly forehead of hers. It was safe to assume that there was an intense stinging sensation now pulsating right on her forehead, hopefully. “What was that for?”

“I was having a good nap, and now you won’t let me even kill slimes,” I crossed my arms and pouted. Childish? Yes! Did I care? No. Who said I had to act my age?

“Well, I’m sorry. I can’t help wanting to look for something bigger, higher-leveled to fight. That’s why my–”

“–level outranks yours,” I rolled my eyes, mocking her. “Yeah, I know. I know.” She never missed an opportunity to rub it in my face. But it was not my fault I was so under-leveled, and slimes deserved what was coming to them.

“You’re only a couple of levels below me,” Petra was still rubbing her head. Did I not mention I got her good? “You’d make for some good competition if you put in the effort. Not to mention getting that childish attitude under control.”

“But that’s my best feature. And, as you said,” I really needed to learn how to control the levels of my voice, “I’m only a couple of levels below you. Don’t let that need for competition make you cocky. A couple of levels means nothing.”

Something was squirming in my pocket. I felt it moving, but I could not recall what it was or how it got there. Either way, I was not some fresh-cut adventurer or some prissy noble. If it was a bug, I would leave it be. But this thing was much larger than a bug, and its form was more similar to a ball than anything else. I would have thought it to be a slime, but they usually have a goopy texture to them. I could still just squeeze the thing and see if it popped. It would only take a good grip, a wriggle of my two bare hands, and a lot of pent-up frustration. Before I could figure it out, a small white ball of light flew from my pocket. How could I have forgotten? I must have been sleeping on it. That white ball was my spirit pet, Buttercup. Fondly, I remember so badly wanting to turn twelve and being allowed to adopt a spirit pet. Each person’s spirit pet was unique, transforming into different creatures upon bonding. One person could have there’s turn into a dog-like beast while others could be as small as a worm. But my lovely Buttercup… She transformed from a white orb into a butterfly with a beautiful spectrum of colors for her wings. Delicate and regal, Buttercup was magnificent beyond belief. There was no greater beauty than the unstoppable Buttercup. Well… Other than me…

“What is it, my Queen?” I asked Buttercup. I could feel Petra judging me, per usual. But Buttercup just flew away, sounding like someone sprinkling fairy dust. It was every time she moved, and I loved it so much. My sister, not as much. Moving around, Buttercup was definitely trying to get us to follow her.

“Looks like she found a mission,” cracking her back, Petra was prepping to do what we did best. A mission, a hunt, a challenge, it did not matter. As long as I had my sister, there was nothing to fear. However, Petra was notably unenthusiastic this time around, “we better follow her because you know how Buttercup always gets when we don’t.”

“Such a shame,” as I wondered what was bugging my sister, I, too, stretched. Good missions always started with a warmed-up body, and that was adventuring 101, the basics that were drilled into us. But… “I was just starting to get comfortable again,” my complaining was definitely getting on my sister’s nerves.

“Wait…” I could tell my sister was cooking up something devious to get back at me. She was so easy to read. It was always the eyes. Her shifty eyes always clued me in when she was scheming to be a special kind of bad. “You think I’m cocky? How about we put that to the test?”

“Heck, yeah!” But I could never pass up an opportunity to wipe that smug look off her face and put her in her place. Meanwhile, Buttercup was moving around increasingly, trying to get our attention. “That way, when I beat you, you can shut up about me being under-leveled.” Frantic, the little spirit pet was buzzing around us furiously. She was such an attention diva. “Yes, we know! We’re coming!” That should have been enough, but my little diva zipped off without us. Now, she had our attention.

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au where ghost, gaz and soap are all price's adopted kids and when price finally decided to introduce them to his new boyfriend soap goes ballistic because it turns out to be his very secret older ex - phillip graves who he had nasty break up with and now everyone have to digest two things: that soap apparently had secret older boyfriend and that price apparently had and still has secret younger boyfriend. it's all crack, everyone loses their shit at some point except for nik who is price's very chill ex husband who visits twice a week.

Father's Boyfriend

Fam 141, PriceGraves, past SoapGraves, past PriceNik

TW: Past Abuse, Past Domestic Violence (both are only mentioned a couple times and it doesn’t go into detail)

Ages: Soap- 24, Ghost- 29, Gaz- 26, Price- 56, Graves- 38

(Soap and Graves started dating when Soap was twenty, they broke up after being together for three years)

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They had a suspicion that their father was seeing someone. It's been a few years now since he and their other dad, Nik, split. Though it was peaceful and mutual, John still chose not to date anyone. So when the late night phone calls started, John being more private about his phone in general, they knew something was up.

"He's definitely dating someone," muttered Kyle.

Johnny hummed in thought, stretched out across Simon's couch. They all had their own places but enjoyed hanging out together. Well, Simon was okay with hanging out with the other two on his terms. Those terms included never being at his house, especially when he wasn't there. But that didn't stop them from copying his key and 'breaking in' to chill and hang out.

The jingling of keys and the front door opening before-

"You fucking assholes."

Johnny and Kyle are unfazed by Simon.

"Hey, Si! Do you think Dad is dating someone?"

Simon walks past them to go into the kitchen, "He's on drugs."

"See, that's what I thought but Kyle says he has to be dating someone."

Kyle scoffs, "The fact you two immediately think our beloved father is on drugs- You're both horrible people."

Simon walks into the living room with a bag of crisps, "Thanks I'm trying."

Johnny laughs as Kyle rolls his eyes. Simon gets a handful of salt and vinegar crisps in his mouth before he speaks.

"I mean, he probably is dating someone. He's been a lot happier lately so we should be happy for him for getting back out there."

"He hasn't introduced us yet."

"Probably wants to make sure this guy is a good fit before introducing him to us. I wouldn't take it too personally."

Johnny crawls over to Simon, "You're so wise, big bro."

He grabs the bag of crisps and darts back to where he was sitting. While Simon and Johnny fought over the bag of crisps, Kyle was in deep thought.

"Do you think we know him?"

Johnny gets shoved to the floor, Simon claiming victory as he settles back down with the crisps, "Maybe. Wouldn't put it past him sneaking his new boyfriend around in plain sight."

Soap gets off the floor, "What if it's someone like our old coach?"

Kyle laughs, "He's so not Dad's type!"

Simon was quiet before he shudders, "Uh, no to that. That guy's a creep."

"The mailman?"

"Oh yes, our father fucking the mailman and it turns out he's our actual father. What a cliché."

Kyle snorts, leaning over to try to grab some crisps.

"Dad has a better taste in men than the mailman or our weird coach from when we played football."

Johnny rolls his eyes as Simon holds the bag of crisps away from Kyle. He gets on his phone to scroll and sees an update from an account on Facebook that he thought he had blocked.

His ex was in town.

"Fuck!"

Simon and Kyle turn to look at Johnny, who froze when he realized he had said that out loud. He slowly looks at his brothers, both staring at him in concern and confusion. All he could do was smile before getting up and running to the bathroom. Johnny locks the door, leaning on the sink as he takes a deep breath. He looks back at his phone, scrolling through the man's profile, which had previously been empty after their breakup. He deleted pretty much everything that had Johnny in it and disappeared.

And now he's crawling back out of the woodwork.

Why is he coming here? What reason does he have to come back here if not to talk to Johnny?

"Fuck fuck fuck-"

"Johnny? You good?"

Johnny stiffens, "Uh, fine! Just, uh- Feeling sick!"

"That's what you get for trying to steal my food," Simon joked even though it was obvious he was worried.

"Need anything? Medicine?"

"Antacids would be great."

Thankfully Simon was the type to just not have basic things like Antacids (because he's weird) so one of them would have to go out and get some. Hopefully Simon was the one to go out because Johnny knows if/when he finds out about why Johnny is freaking out he'll be met with judgement. Kyle was more understanding. There was some muttering outside before one of them walked off. Johnny sighs, not sure which left.

"So... are you actually sick or is this about something else?"

Oh good, Kyle stayed.

Johnny cracks the door open, making sure Kyle was alone before he opens it all the way.

"Don't get mad."

Kyle narrows his eyes, "Why would I get mad?"

Johnny fidgets his hands together, "Remember when we said we wouldn't keep secrets from each other?"

Kyle glares, "Yes..."

"Well... I may or may have not, uh, kept a pretty big secret from you."

Kyle pinches the bridge of his nose, a habit the three brothers shared after watching their father do it for so long.

"Fucking hell... Alright, what is it?"

Johnny braces himself for Kyle's reaction.

"My ex is in town..."

Kyle stares, "Ex? Which one?"

"The one I knew you wouldn't have approved of so I never told you about him..."

There was a good bit of silence before Kyle turned and walked back down the hall, not saying a word. Johnny winces, slowly following him. When Kyle goes into the kitchen and grabs Simon's whiskey, Johnny knew that his brother was holding back on saying something potentially hurtful.

"I don't think Si would appreciate you drinking his good stuff."

Kyle glares at Johnny, "I think he would rather me not kill you."

Simon came back around twenty minutes later and immediately notices that Kyle was drinking his booze. He glares at while dropping the bag of medicine on the counter.

"I was saving that for a special occasion."

"Think this qualifies as a 'special occasion'. Right, Johnny?"

Simon turns to Johnny, who was sitting on the couch, trying to appear as small as possible.

"It's not that big of a deal..."

Kyle scoffs, "You dare to say that after what you told me?"

Simon looks between Kyle and Johnny before finally just stopping to look at Johnny.

"What's going on?"

Kyle stares at Johnny, giving him a chance to tell Simon himself. But Johnny didn't, only stumbled over his words while he tried to defend himself from Kyle's judgement. Kyle turns to Simon, taking a sip of whiskey before he speaks.

"Remember when we told each other we would always tell one another about our relationships? You know, the promise we made after you were hospitalized by your shitty ex?"

Simon snaps his head towards Johnny, "Johnny..."

"Oh, and remember when Johnny 'lost' five hundred pounds from our savings?"

"JOHNNY-!"

Johnny throws his hand sup, standing, "Look! I knew you guys weren't going to like him but I did like him! So I held off on telling you guys about him!"

"You stole money for him-!"

"Also went street racing with him, illegal boxing matches, did drugs-"

"It was just weed!"

Simon was so angry about what he was learning that he was unable to speak. He just throws his hands around while strangled sounds escaped from his mouth. Soap genuinely feared for his safety. He's seen what Simon is capable of. But, Simon does nothing. He calms down enough to grab Soap and forces him to sit back on the couch, sitting next to him while he does.

"Johnny... we made that promise for a reason."

Johnny remembers what happened to Simon, what he looked like in that hospital bed, black and blue.

"I know..."

He figured he would never have to come clean about his dirty secret. But here they were, his brothers staring in disappointment and guilt practically drowning him.

"I wasn't worried anything would happen. He did crazy things but he wasn't that kind of person."

"You think I was worried? That shit happened overnight, Johnny."

Kyle sighs, "We're upset because we care, Johnny. You're our baby brother."

"I know... Don't tell Dad."

"Not in a million years. He's been watching me like a hawk since that day. Don't want to put you in the spotlight... Unless you give us a reason to."

"No more secrets, got it?"

"Yea. No more secrets."

Johnny was hoping that would be the end of it. Other than watching his surroundings more and being very careful about where he was and when (matching where his ex's updates told him where he was), things went back to normal. No weirdness from Simon (more than usual) or further questions from Kyle. Nothing. Just plain old normalcy.

That didn't happen. He didn't know what to expect when they were heading to their father's house for a family dinner. He assumed it would be like all the others so he just grabbed some drinks to bring.

"When's the last time we had a family dinner at Dad's?"

Simon hummed as he thought, "Been a good couple months. He's been pretty busy lately."

"Yea, he has been pretty busy," Kyle says in agreement, eyes flickering from the road to Simon.

Johnny, as usual, was in the backseat. It was Kyle's car (he refuses to let anyone drive it) and Simon also gets shotgun (because he will bully Johnny out of it if Johnny doesn't let him have it). So, he sat in the back, stretched out.

"What if he wants us to finally meet his boyfriend?"

Kyle and Simon blink, apparently that hadn't crossed their minds.

"Holy shit-"

"If I don't like him I'm going to fight him."

"Simon-"

They noticed a car parked next to their father's SUV that none of them recognized.

"Oh shit-"

They got out of the car and Kyle ran around and grabbed Simon before he got to the front door.

"Behave."

"I always behave!"

"No, you don't!"

Johnny walks around them, snickering. He looks at the car as he passes it, seeing something faintly familiar inside it on the passenger seat. It was a shirt with a logo on it but he didn't stay long enough to figure out why it was familiar. He didn't want to seem weird by staring into the car of their father's guest. They got to the front door and Simon bangs on the door excessively.

"Dad! Hey Dad? Dad! Father! Father- Hello!?"

Kyle glares at Simon while Johnny laughs, "You're going to be insufferable tonight, aren't you?"

Simon stops and looks at Kyle, not saying a word but the smirk on his face said plenty. The door opens and there stood their father, glaring at Simon with little to no heat.

"You boys don't have to knock."

Simon shrugs, "Don't have to but I wanted to."

John rolls his eyes before pulling Simon into a hug. He grabs Kyle next, squeezing him, before pulling Johnny into a hug.

"Been too long since I've last seen all of my boys in one place."

He ushers them all inside but keeps them in the front parlor. This only confirmed that he had a very special guest over, somewhere else in the house. Also going off of how nervous their father seemed to be helped enforce that. Simon was the one who decided to say something as John took the wine that Johnny brought.

"Sooo... where is he?"

John freezes and Kyle smacks Simon's shoulder. Johnny could see the panic in John's eyes, something he can't say he's ever seen on his father before.

"Uh-"

"You know, the owner of that shiny, new BMW?"

John takes a deep breath, "Can't hide anything from you. Never could..."

Johnny last heard John say that when Simon uncovered that him and Nik were getting a divorce. Simon has always been good at finding out things, which why it was a miracle that Johnny managed to hide a whole relationship from him. He figured once the money went missing that he would've started snooping.

"Have a seat, boys."

Simon plops down, keeping his eyes on their father. Kyle and Johnny sit on the loveseat, eyes darting between Simon and John. John gave himself a moment to think about what he was going to say before he looked up.

"I've met someone."

"We know."

John narrows his eyes, "How long?"

"Dad... you have been the opposite of subtle."

John snorts, "And here I thought I was doing a good job of keeping quiet."

Kyle makes a error sound which makes Johnny and Simon laugh. John shakes his head before he sighs.

"The... guy I've been with is... a little younger."

The three gasp dramatically, "Dad!"

"It wasn't like I was expecting a relationship to happen!"

Kyle points at John, grabbing his attention, "How young are we talking?"

"He's thirty-eight."

"Wow-"

"I wasn't aiming to start anything with him!"

"How'd you meet him?"

John seemed thankful for Johnny changing the subject, "Met him while out on a company retreat. He was from some firm in the US and they flew out and joined us."

"Ooh! Romance with the enemy?"

"Shadow Co. is freelance. Not exactly our 'enemy'."

Johnny blinks, feeling panic swell up in his chest. Shadow Co.? The guy's age--

Nope! Just a coincidence! There is no way-

"So scandalous~"

"Have you snuck him around us?"

"No, I didn't sneak him around. Didn't really have to since you boys moved out."

Johnny swallows, "What's his name?"

John seems to not notice the shake in Johnny's voice. But Simon and Kyle do, the two turning to look at their brother in concern. John gets up, heading to the hall. He calls for the man who Johnny was praying that didn't turn out to be who he was thinking of.

"Phil! Mind coming in here?"

His heart drops, Johnny feeling lightheaded as he sees his ex come around the corner into the room. He's smiling at John, practical hearts in his eyes. Then he turns and he spots Johnny, those hearts popping as he pales in shock and horror.

"Boys, this is Phillip Graves. My boyfriend."

Simon's eyes widen and he looks to Johnny, jaw dropped. Kyle covers his mouth, cursing as he leans back against the loveseat.

"Johnny? Is there something wrong-"

John notices Phillip's face, the man rubbing his eyes, shaking his head-- Doing everything that he can to change what he was seeing. Finally, Phillip stops, turning to John.

"That's- He's your son!?"

John stares into Phillip's eyes before horror comes across his face, "You-You said your ex was Johnny MacTavish!"

Simon practically screams, "YOU USED A DIFFERENT NAME!?"

"JOHNNY!"

Phillip, unable to say anything else, turns and walks out of the room. John leans on the wall, taking several deep breaths in a attempt to calm himself down. Johnny was full-blown panicking at this point, unsure what the hell is going on.

"This is a joke- A prank! He's not your boyfriend!"

"You dated a man fourteen years older than you!? When did this happen!?"

John looks between Kyle and Simon, "Did you two know about this!?"

"Only recently."

John gaps, throwing his hands in the air, "Fucking hell!"

Johnny was borderline hyperventilating. At least he thinks he is, he's never panicked like this before. Johnny felt his vision start to go black.

"Johnny- Breathe. Easy-"

He felt Kyle hold onto him. Johnny was unable to say anything or see anything due to his blurry vision-- Which added onto his panic. Kyle coached him through his panic attack (he wasn't sure if that was one or not, he's never had one before), helping him regain his ability to breathe. His brother rubbed his back as he slowly calmed down, now able to see again.

"Where's Dad and Simon?"

"Si stepped out with Dad. He wasn't processing this well, either."

Johnny let's out a shaky breath. They sit there in silence before Kyle finally speaks.

"This... is a lot... God, feel like we're on some drama TV show."

Johnny laughs at that, unsure of what to do. This did feel like the plot of some low budget soap opera.

Some god is laughing their ass off right now...

Kyle stands, Johnny turning to look at him.

"I'm going to go check on Phillip."

"You are?"

"This has to be as much of a nightmare to him as it is to you."

"Right..."

"I'll be... somewhere. Don't know where he went. Call me if you need something."

Kyle leaves and Johnny was alone. He puts his head in his hands, cursing at his shit luck. He was beyond shocked by how something like this could happen. His father is dating his ex.

"Oh my god..."

Someone walks into the room and he braced himself. He looks up to see his father standing there, clearly processing this as well as him. Simon was standing in the doorway.

"I'm going to grab a beer. God this is some wacky shit-"

With that, he left. John sighs and walks over to the couch and sits. He rests his arms on his knees, staring intently ahead of him. He clearly wanted to say something but couldn't figure out how to say it. Johnny swallows, never in his life did he think he would end up in a situation like this. They sat there in uncomfortable silence before Johnny finally couldn't take it anymore.

"So... how did you, uh, get with him?"

John turns and stares at his son, blinking, "Are you asking me when I hooked up with Phil?"

Johnny cringes, "No! I meant like, when did you two start going out? How did you get with him?"

"You act like he's a bad guy."

"He's not! He-He's just- UGH!"

Johnny holds his head in his hands, frustrated by his inability to say what he was thinking. John, externally, kept calm.

John sighs, "He told me that his last relationship didn't end well... which was a year ago..."

Johnny slumps against the back of the couch, "Yea... we got into a fight..."

"Phil told me it was because his ex lied to him about something... that something being how old he was."

Johnny winces, "Yea... Kind of told him I was older than what I looked... Even made a whole other Facebook account to trick him into believing me."

John blinks, "You... Johnny-"

Johnny stands, pacing the room, "Look, this is fucking weird as shit, okay. You're dating my ex! How the fuck does something like that happen!? How do you manage to get with my ex- Why didn't he break up with you when you showed pictures of us!? You had to show him pictures of your sons, right!?"

"I-I didn't exactly get around to doing that... I didn't want to scare him off."

Johnny stares hard at his father, "WHAT!?"

"Johnny, he's only nine years older than Simon! I told him about you boys and if he wanted to know more about you guys I would tell him! If he wanted to see pictures I would've shown him! I was following his lead, going the pace he set."

John takes a breath, "This is a very... interesting situation. One I didn't think I would ever be involved in."

Johnny stops by the window of the parlor, looking outside. He tenses when he sees Phillip out there, leaning against his car with Kyle talking to him. They both seemed relatively calm, though Phillip had a cigarette between his lips.

"I don't remember him ever smoking..."

John walks over by the window, "I kind of got him hooked... never did say I was a good influence."

Johnny snorts, "And you wonder why we're all menaces…"

"Hey, it wasn't all me. Your father doesn't exactly have the best track record, either!"

"Does... does Dad know you're dating?"

"He's the one who finally pushed me to getting back out there. Said that I was 'keeping myself miserable'."

"Does he make you happy?"

He already knew the answer to that. They've seen how much happier their father had become since 'sneaking' around with his new boyfriend. More genuine smiles. Deep, hearty laughs (laughing in general had cut back after him and Nik split). He was happy, he acted happy. But Johnny needed to hear him say it.

"Yea... I am happy. Even if this whole situation is weird- If he chooses to stay... I'd still be happy."

Johnny didn't even think about Phillip possibly leaving his dad over this. If he did he couldn't blame him. Johnny could see fear and sadness cloud over John as he watched Phillip through the window. If Phillip left... he'd be sad again.

Johnny steps away from his father, leaving the parlor.

"Johnny? Where are you going?"

"Gonna have a word with Phillip."

Johnny goes outside, Phillip visibly tensing when he saw him. Kyle turns and is surprised to see him.

"Hey, Johnny... Uh, is everything okay?"

Johnny keeps his eyes on Phillip, "Yea... go talk with Dad. And make sure Simon hasn't drank all the beer. I'm definitely going to want one."

Kyle blinks before stepping away, heading back into the house. Phillip avoids eye contact, reaching up and taking the cigarette from his lips.

"When did you start smoking?"

Phillip still isn't looking at him, "Two months ago... kinda started stealing them from John..."

Johnny takes a breath, looking towards the window he and John were staring out of and was glad to see that no one was looking out of it. The tension in the air was suffocating, he couldn't handle having eyes on him.

"Did you know who he was?"

Phillip finally looks at him, "What?"

"Did you know he was my dad?"

"Pff- Fuck no. I've done some weird shit but I've never went out and purposely dated one of my exes' parents!"

Johnny rubs the back of his neck, "Fucking insane shit here..."

Phillip hums in agreement. There was awkward silence, Johnny trying to urge himself to break it and say what he needed to say.

"I'm sorry about what happened."

"Which part? You lying about your age? Stealing shit from your family for me and making me feel indebted to them despite having never met them? What about you using me to get weed or get into illegal fights so you could gamble? Or, is it you lying about who you were? You're not Johnny MacTavish! You're fucking Johnny Price. And, if I had know that, I wouldn't have started fucking your dad!"

Johnny winces, the anger from what happened still very much there. Johnny knows he hurt Phillip. He couldn't argue with it, either.

"Did you tell him all that I did?"

"Parts of it. Didn't feel right bashing some immature kid who fooled me in front of a potential new partner."

"Right-"

"Why'd you come out here?"

"I wanted to apologize..."

Phillip scoffs in response to that.

"And... I wanted to ask if you would stay with my dad."

Phillip blinks before he looks back to Johnny, "What?"

"Look, he's been miserable and lonely since him and our other dad split. Ever since you two started seeing each other he's gotten so happy! Yes, it's fucking weird as hell that you're the guy he's dating, but you're also they guy that makes him so happy. He'll be crushed if you leave."

Phillip looks over Johnny, seeming genuinely surprised by what he had said. Johnny turns his body so he's facing the house rather than facing Phillip. He could feel the man's eyes burning into him, making him feel so small.

"You really care about him..."

"Yea, he's my dad. Been there for me during the roughest points in my life. I want him to be happy."

"And... you think he still wants to be with me after learning about what happened between us?"

"Yea, I do."

Johnny looks back to Phillip.

"You grew up."

"Only been a year."

"Not like that."

"Oh..."

Phillip finishes his cigarette, leaning down and stubbing it into the driveway before he puts the bud in the ashtray in his car. Without saying anything else, he walks past Johnny and goes back to the house. Johnny breathes out, wondering the future would bring them.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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By Your Doorstep (Part 9)

Summary: The reader and Tessa spend their first Christmas with the Winchesters and their friends, resulting in an eventful night...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Please enjoy this final part! I loved writing this one and exploring everything this series had to offer!

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Reader’s POV

Christmas Night

“Hello ladies,” said Dean, popping his head out from the hall and into the room Tessa was staying in. “Mind if I steal your sister?”

“Go for it,” she said, jumping up from bed and rushing over to her suitcase. She pulled out a box and held it out. “I thought I left it at home but Y/N found it in the hall. It’s your other present.”

“The zip up was very nice of you already,” he said. He tore off the paper and you smirked from bed, Dean making a face as he looked at the box.

“It’s a mug. I made it in art class,” she said. He opened the package and went wide eyed, staring at her as he pulled it out.

“Tessa, this is really good,” he said, smiling at the little D.W. she’d painted on the side. “You made this?”

“Yeah. I’m good at ceramics,” she said with a shrug. “If you don’t like it that’s okay.”

“I have a new favorite mug,” he said, giving her a hug. “I can drink out of it, right?”

“Yeah. It’s fine for using and dishwasher, all that,” she said.

“Well I for one am glad you are getting your minor in art next year,” he said.

“Really?”

“School’s important but you gotta have some fun,” he said. “This is one of the best presents I’ve ever gotten.”

“I made everybody one,” she said with a shrug. “I gotta give Sam his still.”

“I think he’s out with Eileen and a few other people in the hot tub.”

“I was gonna go hang out with Jack, maybe we’ll head out there,” she said. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Make smart choices,” he teased as she walked out. You stood up from bed and walked out to the hall, wrapping your arms around his waist. “She loves me.”

“Yes she does,” you said, a big smile on his face. “You like that, huh?”

“Yes, I do. Besides, I gotta get her on board if I want you,” he said. “How am I doing so far?”

“Oh so you’re curious if I love you,” you said.

“More than you could possibly understand,” he said. You smiled and stood up on your tip toes, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Dean. I love you.”

“Good because I love you,” he said.

“That’s very good,” you said. He gave you a kiss, resting his hands along your hips.

“Wanna take a walk with me?” he asked. You nodded and let him take your hand, following him downstairs and into the foyer where you dressed in your coats and boats, hats and scarves. You walked out the front with him and down the driveway a ways until you were on the private road up there, twinkle lights adorned in the trees.

“This really is beautiful up here, Dean,” you said, your gloved hands laced together.

“It is. Never really thought this would ever be my life growing up,” he said.

“We had holidays like this when we were younger,” you said. “It’s not really about the presents or the lights at the end of the day though.”

“No, it’s definitely not,” he said. “I know we only got here yesterday but are you enjoying it so far?”

“More than. I don’t dread these things anymore. I don’t dread life anymore.”

“Can I ask what your plans are for once Tessa goes to school next year? I know she’ll be living at home but she’s gonna be out and about more often,” he said.

“I don’t really know,” you said. “What about you?”

“Sammy’s interested in the place two doors down across the street. He might put an offer in,” said Dean.

“What ya asking Dean?”

“If you asked me six months ago if I ever thought I’d love someone, I’d have said no that wasn’t for me. But then I met you and things changed. I’ve never really asked if you’re a marriage kind of gal I guess.”

“If I loved him I would marry him. I’d have a family of our own with him too,” you said. Dean nodded and you bumped his shoulder. “Death is the price we pay for living. But I think what I’ve learned these past six months is that caring and loving someone is worth the pain at the end of the day. The pain subsides and it’s still there but it doesn’t destroy you anymore. So yeah, I’m definitely open to marriage and kids and the dog with the white picket fence thing.”

“My fence is brown,” he chuckled.

“I can look past that detail,” you said. “Would you ever consider marriage?”

“Yes. I absolutely would,” he said. You smiled and he squeezed your hand. “You think I’m gonna like...propose or something now?”

“I think I love you and anything else, whenever or if ever that may be, it would just be a cherry on top,” you said. “I don’t need a ring or to be Mrs. Winchester to tell me how I feel.”

“I figured as much. Safer to ask though,” he said. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and held out a small wrapped box to you. “Merry Christmas sweetheart.”

You dropped his hand so you could unwrap it, finding a black box inside. You took off the lid and smiled, looking back over to Dean.

“You like it?” he asked shyly, blush appearing on his cheeks. “Tessa helped me pick it out.”

“Dean are you proposing?” you asked. He cocked his head and you turned the empty ring back towards him, his face falling.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” he said, covering his face. “I never put it back in the box. It’s at home. Oh my God I’m so dumb.”

“Dean,” you smiled, tilting your head and wrapping your arms around him. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?”

“It would make this idiot very happy if you decided to marry him,” he said with a smile.

“M’kay,” you said, pulling him down for a deep kiss. “That’s a yes by the way.”

“Even if I’m an idiot?”

“Told you I don’t need a ring, Winchester,” you said. “Just need you...Mr. & Mrs. Winchester has a nice ring to it though.”

“Technically it’s Dr. and…” he trialed off as you kissed him again. “God I love you.”

“I love you,” you said, throwing your arms over his shoulders. He tripped and fell back in the snow, laughing as you went with him. “Fuck I love the shit out of you.”

“I second that,” he said, rolling you to your back and kissing you. “Your sister is a hard nut to crack you know.”

“Did you ask her about this?”

“She’s very protective of big sis...but she said some very sweet things to me,” he said.

“She’s a sucker for you guys,” you said. “But she’s not the only one.”

You rolled over and meant to put him on his back but you ended up shifting and rolling down the hill with him, landing in a big pile of snow. You couldn’t see him at first but he was giggling like a kid and it was just about the best sound you’d ever heard in your life.

“I love you,” you said as you sat up. He propped himself up on his elbows and grinned. You jumped on top of him and rolled around in the snow, throwing snowballs and playing until both your jeans were soaked through and the cold was getting to be a bit much.

“Hey. You want to warm up with me in the shower?” he said.

“Absolutely,” you said. You walked back up the hill with him, picking up the box from the road. He threw his arm over your shoulders and tugged you close into his side. “Maybe we can even have a little fun in that jacuzzi tub.”

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled.

“That’s my boy,” you said, taking off your hat and pulling it over his head.

“I can get used to that.” He took off your hat and his baseball cap, putting the cap on you and tugging your hat back on.

“You’re never getting that blue Henley back by the way,” you said.

“You’re never getting your black hoodie back,” he said. You stopped and he pushed his hat down over your face.

“Dork,” you said, pushing it up and wrapping an arm around his waist. You walked up the road, chilly when you walked back inside. You took off your coat and boots, tossing everything on the rack.

You caught Sam and Tessa peeking their heads down the hall, both of them in their bathing suits. They stared at you and Dean, both dripping water.

“Yes we’re engaged,” you said.

“Yes!” said Tessa, Sam giving her a high five.

“Finally,” said Sam.

“Don’t you two have people to go make out with in the hot tub?” said Dean.

“Gah, like I’d do that in front of him,” said Tessa.

“I was having a perfectly good time with Eileen until you and Jack-“

“Goodnight guys,” you said.

“They got engaged!” shouted Sam, different parts of the house shouting back. Dean pulled you up the staircase and down to your room, locking the door behind you.

“Hi,” you grinned, kissing his nose.

“Hi. Wanna warm up?”

“After you, sweetheart.”

Three Months Later

“I’m beat,” said Dean, arm slung over your shoulders as the two of you walked up the street towards your house. You’d spent the day helping Sam and Eileen move into Sam’s new house just down the road, sticking around to unpack dishes and boxes long after everyone else had gone home.

“Our boy is all grown up,” you teased, Dean leaning against you. “Happy Sammy’s so close by?”

“Yup,” he said with a smile. “I think us older siblings did an alright job.”

“We still have to get Tessa through college,” you said.

“She’ll be fine. She wants to major in medicine sciences. I may or may not be able to help her out there some,” he said.

“Nerd,” you said, getting a smack on the ass from him. “Boy.”

“Girl,” he said, smirking and kissing your cheek. “It’s not the easiest thing in the world, I know, but she’s smart. We can all help her out. Except her art minor homework. I have no clue on that,” he said.

“First semester will probably be the roughest.”

“She’ll be okay,” he said. “What I am worried about it the fact she’s making us dinner tonight.”

“Ten bucks says it’s box mac and cheese.”

“Oh she informed me that it would be epic. I have high expectations,” he said.

“Hm, that must clearly be a good sign,” you said, nodding to your front porch where a very burnt tray of something sat on the step.

“Is it too late for takeout?” he chuckled.

“Let’s hope not,” you said, climbing up the steps. “We’re home!”

“How’d it go? We saw the...wait...it smells shockingly good in here,” said Dean, taking off his coat.

“I’m a better chef than you two give me credit for,” she said from the kitchen, humming as she worked over the stove. “I burnt the biscuits but everything else is nearly done.”

“If it tastes as good as it smells we should have you cook for us more often,” you said.

“Laugh it up,” she said. Dean pulled you upstairs and you washed off the sweat of working all day, changing into something relaxing in time to walk downstairs and spot Tessa setting plates down at the table.

“Oh. Fancy,” you said, Dean pulling out your seat for you. You sat and he took his own, Tessa humming as she pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge and sat it down on the table. “Alright. What are you up to? This is way too nice.”

“Nothing. I knew you guys would be tired and you guys always make me dinner and stuff,” she said.

“Mhm,” you hummed, Dean smirking up at her. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“This what I get for being nice. I’m going over Jack’s,” she said.

“Make smart choices kiddo,” said Dean with a wink. She groaned and messed up his hair before she took off, Toast trotting after. “Take my car if you want, Tess.”

“Thank you!” she called back, ducking out the door after a moment.

“Well this was very nice of her,” you said. You cut into your chicken and paused, showing it to Dean and giggling.

“Maybe tomorrow we’ll show her how to use a meat thermometer, make sure the food is actually cooked,” he chuckled, picking up the plates and scraping the food in the trash.

“It’s the thought that counts,” you said, picking up the bottle of wine.

“Yes it is. What are you thinking?” he asked. “Taco Saturday?”

“I want a big ass burrito,” you said. “With extra cheese. And nachos.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, washing up his hands at the sink. “Wine and Mexican food. Perfect combo if I do say so myself.”

Three Months Later

“You got me a car!” said Tessa, hopping up and down when she opened the front door. She ran over to it and pulled off the bow, sliding in behind the wheel.

“You were worried she wouldn’t like a used one,” chuckled Dean in your ear.

“I was not,” you said, slapping his chest, Toast running out past you. You watched Sam and Eileen come out of their house a few down, Sam staring over in your direction. “We’ll meet you there!”

He waved and they climbed in, driving past with a honk as Tessa squealed.

“Alright, alright,” said Dean. “We got a graduation to get to, ladies.”

“Cheers,” said Dean, laying back on the lounger on the balcony, toasting his glass to yours. You stretched out and rolled over closer to him, kissing him gently. “You’ve officially survived the high school phase.”

“Why do I feel like the college phase is harder,” you laughed.

“She’s already got the college boyfriend down,” he said.

“Yeah but Jack is Jack. He’s sweet. She’s the one I worry about.”

“You’ll always worry,” he said, his arm hanging loosely over your shoulders. “Kids sound like they’re having fun down there.”

“She’s happy. It’s all I could ever ask for.”

“Are you happy?” he asked.

“I’m home,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. You hugged his waist, Dean shutting his eyes with a smile. “You want to get married next summer?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said.

“Come on. You gotta have some opinions on this,” you said.

“I kinda like the idea of a spring wedding. Maybe May or something. I wouldn’t mind honeymooning somewhere on a beach,” he said.

“That sounds great,” you said, his fingers dancing along your arm. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Shoot.”

“I almost asked my dad if I could meet you once you know. The boy from the mail room. You seemed...I don’t know, like a really good person.”

“Did I meet expectations?” he asked.

“Blew right past them,” you said, getting a kiss on the temple. “You happy?”

“I got my girl. I got my brother. Got Tessa and Eileen and my friends and Toast and this little baby, Miracle,” he said, picking up the sleeping puppy beside him. “I have never been so happy in my life.”

“Good,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Want to go see if there’s any graduation cake left? Bet it’d go good with this bourbon.”

“God I love you,” he chuckled as he kissed you. “So fucking much.”

“Me too, Dean. Me too.”

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Ugh 😑

Heads up, this is a minor rant! Proceed with caution.

I feel like such a shit friend for what I’m about to express but I have to get this off of my chest because I have no one else to complain to. Also, I know I’m a great friend but I’m very particular about how I do things and I need to be at peace when I’m somewhere

So, my birthday is in a few days and I’m going to Miami/islamorada/key west for 10 days. I’ll be in Miami for 4 days with my girl best friend, and then “Travel daddy” the remainder of the trip.

So me and my best friend are similar in the sense of us being laid back and chill, we don’t do too much, when we go out we’re not twerking on table tops or fighting or any of that ratchet bullshit (now don’t get me wrong, you put the right song on and I’ll shake these cheeks but i just don’t like that type of attention, I sucked as a stripper 😂) But we are also VERY different. I like to try new things, eat at kind of fancy restaurants (if I’m paying, VERY fancy on a “mans” dime 💁🏽‍♀️) , I don’t like to go to clubs and if I do I’m definitely leaving early, lounge by the beach/pool, swim, snorkel, bike ride etc. So I’ve been trying to plan stuff for us to do but it’s hard because I have to take her into consideration (I’m used to traveling alone or with some man that’s trying to please me so I’m usually able to just do what I want )

Here is a list of grievances & concerns I have thus far:

1: She doesn’t really like sushi. Yes, that’s petty but I have dinner reservations the night of my birthday at a sushi place with a tasting menu. She said she was okay with going but eh idk, and then is she going to be cool with the price tag of the tasting menu? Any tasting I’ve ever done all the people at the table had to do the tasting menu

2: Piggy backing off of the first point, her sister is flying in the same day we are to help her friend that’s getting a BBL down there (😑, I’ll explain why I’m not a fan of her sister later) but we arrive at like 12, she’ll be arriving around 8 pm..the time I made reservations at the sushi spot. So earlier we were on the phone and she said “oh yeah such and such gets there around 8 I told her WE would come pick her up from the airport” Pause! WHO? Not I! I said “that’s the time our reservations are for” she was like “oh well she can just meet us there” 🤦🏽‍♀️ now remember I said I don’t do too much, I’m quiet and reserved. Her sister, not so much. She’s not about to embarrass me and she’s DEF not chilling at the hotel with her loud ass. My thing is, how tf you inviting people to MY birthday dinner. I honestly don’t wanna see her sister at all while we’re there, but I’m willing to meet her somewhere for an hour or so and then leave ✌🏽

(I don’t like her sister because the very first time I met her a couple years ago on NYE she basically got us involved in a literal BRAWL at a HOUSE PARTY in the heart of west philly of all places 😑 long story short the whole party beat her sisters ass for walking in and tAlking shit, and then Her sister stole someones whole car at the party, I guess when they were jumping her someone’s keys fell out of their pocket so she took the keys and figures out which car it belonged to and stole it, like it was just a ghetto ass mess)

3: She keeps asking me the same questions over and over. We have had this trip booked for MONTHS, literally, I like to be organized and plan shit out, but every week or so it’s “so where are we staying again” “how much is it” “do you think my hair will last if I get a frontal” to which I replied BITCH NEVER, just get braids or locs, of course she just got a sewin/frontal earlier…okay but I warned you sis😖. now mind you this will be her first time in Miami so she wasn’t really trying to pay the price (half) for the hotel I booked. I’ve been to Miami plenty of times on top of actually living there and there’s no better deal we’re going to get on south beach, with all the amenities that the hotel offers, I’m very good at planning and booking trips and finding the best deals so I was highly irritated when just a week before our trip shes tryna find cheaper places. I told her she can look but it needs to at least •be in south beach •be on collins/ocean drive and •have a pool (unless she could find an Airbnb). Y’all she sent me all these bullshit ass links to places in HOLLYWOOD (which I actually love but I said south beach…), Miami Gardens 🤮, and ft. Lauderdale and they didn’t have any amenities and were MORE money. In my head I was like “bruh nevermind we’re staying where we’re staying, you don’t need to do ANYMORE looking” 🙅🏽‍♀️

4: she doesn’t like the water or swimming. That’s the main reason I even go to Florida so often for the water, like literally. I’m not a fan of most beaches up north (Giants neck beach In CT Is awesome though, Maine has some nice ones too but it’s just so cold even on a very hot summer day, jersey has a few as well but mainly I like clear waters) So anyway, I wanted to book this snorkel/boat tour/key west tour but she doesn’t want to do it because 1: she doesn’t wanna snorkel but 2: we would have to leave at 6:30 am and she doesn’t get up until like 12 🙄 I feel like I’m limited as to what I can do

5: She still hasn’t sent me her half of the hotel fee and we leave Tuesday…it’s Saturday. She’s been saying “imma send it tomorrow” for like 2 weeks now and telling me about her car troubles

6: As I mentioned she wakes up late, which means she goes to bed late. The latest I go to bed is like 12 but when I’m on “vacation” I tend to drink more than I normally would so I go to sleep early. Shit when me and travel daddy went to all those vineyards I legit took naps mid day to keep up 😂 I’m worried she’s gonna keep me up like she did last month when I spent the night at her house, I was HIGHLY irritated and it was only one night

I’m seriously pondering why tf I thought this was a good idea. Lowkey I didn’t think it was a good idea but we’ve never traveled together and she’s never been to Miami (she’s the reason we’re even going to Miami because I’ve BEEN over Miami, it’s packed and overrated but I thought it would be a cute thing for us to do)

It doesn’t matter how cool you are with someone you have to have the right travel buddy and just because you get along doesn’t mean you should travel together. Sadly, I can already tell you this is our last trip together

The irony is I was sooo hesitant and complaining about going on the WPB trip but ended up having a blast, but we also had a huge villa and everyone had privacy, and I only personally knew one person so at first I didn’t feel super obligated to be all chummy with his friends, but I loved all of them they were so much fun and liked to do the stuff I like to do, it really was such a bomb trip I wish I could show you guys all the cute pics and videos we took, REALLY great vibes

I love my best friend to death but I’m so apprehensive about this trip. We don’t even chill that often on the regular, mainly because we’re both just busy or live kind of far from eachother but I’m that friend that loves you…from afar, every now and then she’ll drag me out to some lounge and I’m always ready to go early it’s just not my scene, I wanna be in bed damnit! 😩

Am I just being a brat? What do you guys think?

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The Reunion (Part 1) Simon x Reader

Reader makes a rash decision, one that has long lasting consequences.

(Notes: There are two parts to this! Next part should be out next week. I'll probably start spacing out my posts after this so I don't get burnt out like last time. Also, didn't get to edit this one as much as I should've; the whole thing ended up pretty long and would take a long time everytime I tried to edit it. Can't believe it took me this long to finish one about Simon!!!)

"Hey, this is quite the unusual find, you gotta admit."

Your eyebrow raised without hesitation, your eyes looking down to check your shoes. "Not really," you remarked softly, eyes going back up to meet the object of the discussion: a PL600 android.

The salesman, who had uncomfortably started hounding you for the sale after you had curiously drifted towards the humanoid, was gesturing towards it flippantly with a toothy grin. "At this price?! Tell me, no, tell me where you found one this cheap— in this good a condition?"

Your mouth automatically frowned. The arms were covered by a dark undershirt that made most of the skin unseeable— any damage not on the face and hands wouldn't be factored into the buying purchase. You had a feeling this clothing choice was intentional.

"Just three hundred bucks!" The seller's round face turned into your line of sight. You quickly looked away out of discomfort.

Your eyes landed onto the android's clear blue ones. You hadn't looked very closely at any androids before, despite walking amongst them nearly every day. Did they all look this lifelike?

Maybe you were looking way too into it.

You swallowed, aggressively fumbling for your wallet with a grunt of annoyance. "Okay, fine. Three hundred."

With a pleased noise, the seller took off with your card, waving it in the air between two of his fingers.

You crossed your arms beside the android, who didn't seem to take any notice of what had just transpired.

…

Reality had begun to hit you like a truck on the way home.

By the time you opened the door to your tiny house, you realized just how big of a rash decision you had just made.

The android stood behind you quietly and without complaint as you released the door handle, letting the door softly bang against the wall. You stared dumbly into your own house, coat hanging limply from one of your dangling arms as you searched your brain for a solution.

You frowned, shaking your head rapidly. "I have no room for this."

"Excuse me—"

You jumped at the android's sudden intrusion into your own self reprimand, a small noise of fright escaping you before you could even begin to think of holding it back.

"—would you like me to get started?"

"Uh, yeah yeah yeah, uh… do whatever you want," you waved it off awkwardly, holding a hand to your chest as you attempted to catch your breath. You hurried inside, embarrassed of the whole situation.

You sat down on the couch as the android closed the door and walked past you and into the kitchen.

Without turning it on, you stared at the TV as your fingertips rubbed against your face in nervousness.

That had been such an impulse buy. You couldn't believe you had done that.

The faucet turned on for a moment. You think you had put a cup in there, but there wasn't much else to clean.

It seemed to be working properly. The guy who sold it was certainly odd and abrasive, but all in all it was a pretty good deal. Usually they were more than twice as much; newer models so expensive that the thought of you owning one was impossible. Even if it had some cosmetic damages, that was a small issue compared to its functionality.

Trying to ignore the strange new entity in the house, you flipped on the TV. It was the news.

There was some story about a recent fire that had decimated a small apartment building on the outskirts of Detroit. The police said it likely had something to do with Red Ice, although most evidence would probably be destroyed.

The android had finished whatever it was doing in the kitchen and had quietly begun watching the TV from the archway.

You looked at it as it parted its lips in preparation to speak. "Are you a fan of the news?"

"Sort of," you chuckled, looking back to the screen. "I work at a newstation— not this one, but I like checking it out from time to time."

The android nodded, continuing to watch the screen as it held its hands politely behind its back.

You looked it over, getting that feeling of nervousness again. "W-what's your name?" You blurted out quietly and without any grace.

It blinked at you, the LED spinning blue for a second. "My previous owners named me Simon. Would you like to change my name?"

You shook your head to yourself. "Do you like your name?"

It squinted at you in confusion before returning to its natural, composed look. "It's good," it responded.

Although you tried to maintain a jovial body language, you weren't doing a good job. "Great! Si… Simon is a great name," you chirped out awkwardly.

"Thank you," Simon replied, giving a small head bow.

You turned your head away from it as you felt your face grow warm with embarrassment.

What on Earth was happening to you?

…

You had been having a strange dream about work when you heard someone calling your name.

"...huh…?" you called out groggily.

Your name again. "...I think you're going to be late for work at this rate…"

Your eyes fluttered open. Simon was fiddling with his hands as he held them in front of his chest, eyes moving between you and the clock beside the bed.

It said 8:32.

The comforter was flung nearly off the bed as you jumped up in a panic. "Oh geez, yeah I'm gonna be late…" Random clothes filled your arms that you grabbed from your drawers as you prepared to go to work. "Thanks for waking me."

Simon quietly made his way over to you as you tried finding a pair of socks. "I didn't hear you walking around this morning," he said with a chuckle. "And where you stayed up later than usual last night… I figured…"

A laugh escaped you as you headed off towards the bathroom to get ready.

He had been living here… maybe three months? It had seemed like a much longer time than that. In that amount of time, things had definitely changed between you two.

Despite it being his intended purpose, it felt strange to have someone doing all your housework for you. It became an odd ritual pretty quickly: once you got home, you would work on chores together. Not that there were many— that was one of the perks of having a small house— but it just made you feel better about the whole thing.

The whole process was a bit cathartic for you; away from the hustle and bustle of the busy, stressful life at the newstation and into a warm, domestic one.

You hurried to the front door to slip on your shoes, Simon leaving his spot on the couch to see you off.

"I think I'll make it on time," you joked as you looked up at him. "Thanks again."

"No problem…" he responded quietly, struggling to retain eye contact with you.

As you rose to your feet, he gave you a brief hug. Your face immediately began to burn bright red.

"Have… have a good day at work…" he stuttered out before walking in quick strides to the kitchen.

You were still frozen in place by the time he exited your vision. "Y-you too…" you blurted out before fumbling out the door, realizing your linguistic blunder before you had even closed the door.

As you headed down the street, you let your hands touch your heated face.

…

You had nearly run home out of excitement.

It had been such a small thing, but the prospects of your future career had your mind going nuts.

After fumbling to get the key in the door and tossing it open, you slung your coat off your arms in a fluid motion. "Simon! Simon! You won't believe it!"

He was sitting on the couch— like he usually had been over the past year— engaged in some overly dramatic show you weren't particularly fond of. His eyes were wide at your sudden entrance. "Yes?"

You let the door make its way closed before you kicked it shut behind you, holding your arms out. "They said they liked my article!"

Simon stared for a moment before his LED flashed in excitement. "THE article?" He sat up on the edge of his seat, smiling at you as he was filled with a wave of positive energy.

"Yeah!" You nodded. "Not to get you too excited, but they're showing it to some of the higher ups, but it looks like I might get my own schedule slot soon!"

"Oh wow!" He exclaimed, rising to his feet and taking you into his arms to lift you up for a split second. "I knew it would happen! I'm so proud!"

You erupted into a fit of giggles as he held you, almost enjoying his praise as much as your own success. "Thanks Simon, I couldn't have done it without you."

He released you, letting his hands rest against your sides. "That's not true," he responded quietly, his face red as he looked to the side.

With a warm smile, you nodded to him. "Yes," you drawed out for effect. "You even came up with the idea. And, not to mention, the moral support."

He stepped back a little, crossing his arms as he attempted to hide his expression of happiness. "You're too kind."

The TV played in the silence, Simon fiddling with the edge of one of his sleeves as he pulled it down.

Your mind raced as you looked at his hand, debating on bringing it up right now when the mood was so light.

"They mentioned… uh... increasing my pay," you began, watching his expression for any hint of distress. "I thought that maybe… we could finally… you know… get that fixed…"

His hands trailed along his sleeve as he nodded to himself, seemingly lost in thought. "Yeah," he responded. "That would be nice… but it would be so expensive… are you sure?"

It had taken a few weeks to first see it, and even longer for you to see the full extent of the damage, but your initial thoughts had been correct. The long sleeves had been put on him for a reason, and it had seemed as though it had gradually become a personal choice as well.

His forearms and biceps had a lot of physical damage, certainly from his previous owners.

Luckily, it had been almost purely cosmetic. Aside from a few light dents and scratches to his actual body, it was just a matter of getting the covering fixed. As of now, the white sheen of his android body was always visible underneath his sleeves.

You wrung your hands together out of nervousness. "I just know how you said that you wanted it fixed," you took in a sharp inhale. "It won't be a problem to actually do, I've already been saving for a while…"

He smiled, rushing in to hug you again. You, a bit caught off guard this time, was frozen in place.

"I'd like to put the past behind me," he said as you finally came to and hugged him back, albeit still in a bit of a shock. "I think this is the first step."

As you embraced, you couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement and anxiety.

#dbh x reader #dbh simon #dbh simon x reader

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Soft kitten

Hybrid! Seonghwa x male reader

Warning: mentioned abuse, crying, angst

Note: I think this the fastest I've ever redone a fic😳😳

Hope u enjoy!

"get up, pet" the guard said as seonghwa's cage opened, stepping out with his ears and tail hanging low. not really sure where he had to go, only knowing to obey orders, or he'll get even more beatings than just the daily torture of malnutrition.

Seonghwa lost hope ever since they kidnapped him from his home in the jungles and brought him to this prison like building, he had tried escaping many times, but every one of those failed. and the punishment for them was even worse than a failed attempt at freedom

They stopped in front of a curtain, pushing the boy through it. He fell to the ground, only when he looked up did he realise what his situation was. It was an auction, selling hybrids for a lot of money

"now up next as you can see, this beautiful white tiger hybrid, only 22 years old" prices were being shouted through the room, building up price little by little, until "$100,000,000" a voice said, this shocked everyone, including seonghwa. who'd give out that much just for a hybrid? "sold! You may come and get your hybrid after the auction"

After the auction, they put him back in his cage. He secretly hoped his new 'home' will be better than this one, though, he doubts it'll be anything different from his current life. Footsteps started coming to his cage and stopped in front of him

"get up" said the man who sold him. Seonghwa had trouble with it due to his wounds from the previous beatings "I'm terribly sorry for his lazy attitude sir" he said as the boy got up to face his new owner "it's fine" said the man who bought him. he was handsome, but seonghwa wasn't one to be fooled easily by appearances. he wore a fancy velvet suit and had (h/c) hair that was styled neatly

The older man did the leash on seonghwa's collar and handed it to the other "it's all yours now" the man nodded and left the building, seonghwa's ears still hanging low. He was glad to be out of there, but what will happen after this?

They got to a car that was parked relatively close, the other opened the door for him. Seonghwa didn't ask anything and stepped inside, the other went to the drivers seat and started driving "so what's your name?" he looked up shyly and said "s-s-seonghwa, sir." "that's a pretty name, and you can drop the sir or any formalities, just call me y/n." seonghwa blushed "thank you si- y/n, sorry" y/n shook it off.

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The rest of the ride was quiet, seonghwa being too afraid and shy to start any conversation. "you don't talk much, do you?" y/n asked, seonghwa tensed up afraid he did something wrong

"it's alright, I get it. Your previous home must've been rough and laid down a lot of rules" y/n looked at seonghwa through the mirror of the car "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but don't worry, you won't have to go through that ever again, I'll make sure of it"

was his luck finally turning around? he didn't wanna get his hopes up too high too soon though, after all the man could just be lying to him "actually, I already have 7 hybrids I take care of already, they're like family to me." this made the smaller relieved, yet still nervous and frankly, a bit scared, what if the other hybrids don't like him or beat him like some of the others did back at his now old home.

They arrived at a big mansion, to seonghwa, it was a bit terrifying. When they got out of the car, y/n gestured seonghwa to come closer, the other obeyed but got extremely nervous when he felt hands around his neck, he flinched, pulling away "oh, I'm sorry, I was just gonna take your collar off since it looks a bit uncomfortable" seonghwa calmed down a bit, enough to let y/n finish taking his collar off. The older then gestured to take his hand, which the other took

Y/n opened the door, hoping the boys didn't mess up the house too bad, only to be met with no damage whatsoever "huh, that's new. Nothing's broken or damaged" seonghwa looked at him confused, but decided against asking, since he was still a bit on edge

He heard multiple pairs of feet come their way and hid behind y/n "hyung! You're home!" multiple voices said, they must be his other hybrids. All of them ran up to him to give him a hug, and that's when they noticed Seonghwa "hyung, who's that?" San, a cat hybrid who was currently in the older's arms, pointed behind y/n, eager to know the strangers name

"right, boys could you all please calm down a bit, I have some important news" that made the boys perk up "I've decided to bring another friend home, this is seonghwa, I hope you'll be kind to him like you are to each other. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to show seonghwa his room, you can ask him questions after that"

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It's been about a month since seonghwa was introduced to the house, and he felt like he was in heaven, many friends, a loving owner that helped him get over past traumas, who he might be starting to like a little more than just his owner, and the freedom to finally chose for himself.

but not everything was all sunshine and rainbows. After a few weeks he started to question why he was even brought into this house, why y/n wanted him so badly that he spent $100,000,000 on him alone. how could seonghwa ever even try to pay him back, at this point he just feels like a burden to the man

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One evening after dinner, seonghwa headed to his room early , claiming he was tired. When he got to his room, he started thinking 'why would he take me in, it seems like he has enough hybrids already, so why bring home another mouth to feed. He should have just left me there, where I won't be a burden to him' thinking more and more of these thoughts, he started to silently cry into his sheets

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"boys, I'm gonna check up on seonghwa ok, I'll be back in a minute" the youngsters gave him quick 'ok' and went back to the show that was playing. As y/n was walking towards his room, he couldn't help but feel worried about the tiger hybrid, something seemed a bit odd when he went to his room so early.

He opened the door to seonghwa's room, only to find the latter seemingly sound asleep. y/n smiled at him and went to close the door, until he heard a quiet sniff coming from seonghwa's direction "seonghwa?" he didn't answer "seonghwa?" again, he didn't answer, but the older went in because he knew that he wasn't just hearing things.

He crouched down on the younger's bedside, but he had already covered his face with his blanket "seonghwa, could you please lower the sheets, I want to see your face for a second" y/n spoke in a gentle tone. The younger shook his head "please seonghwa, I want to make sure you're alright, and I can't do that without looking at your face

Seonghwa hesitated, but slowly lowered the sheets, revealing his red eyes and tear stained cheeks, the older immediately became worried, but tried to keep his calm "kitten, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you? Is it-"

"why did you get me?" y/n was shocked at that "you already have so many, so why bring in another mouth to feed. You could have easily left me to get bought by someone else. So why?! Why did you buy a stupid tiger that's nothing more than a burden to you?!?!"

he couldn't believe what he was hearing, to him, seonghwa, though having only been here for a short time, has become one of the most important people in his life. He couldn't let seonghwa think about himself like that

"seonghwa, i got you because from the first time I saw you, I knew you needed someone, someone that loves you and respects you, and I thought, I could be that person. It doesn't matter to me how many hybrids there are in my house, I will take care of all of you no matter what. And trust me, you're not a burden, you already help so much around the house, and the others already love you to death, I love you to death. Please, don't think that about yourself, I know you've been through a lot of stuff, but right here, right now, I'll promise to keep you save until I draw my last breath, you're save with us, with me"

Seonghwa cried, but these tears were those of happiness. He engulfed y/n in a hug, wrapping his arms around the olders neck while putting his head in his his chest "th-th-an-k you, thank you so much!" y/n stroked the younger's back, carefully lifting himself on the bed "it's alright dear, you're safe with me, no one's gonna hurt you"

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After a while of comforting y/n realised he hasn't told the boys to go to bed yet "sweetheart, I have to go see the boys for a little and make sure they go to bed, is that alright with you?" seonghwa didn't let him go "can't you stay here?" he chuckled at the younger clinging onto him as if his life depended on it

"I'll only be gone for a few minutes, then I'll come straight back to you" the younger continued his whining "nooooo, I wanna stay with you" y/n lifted him up so he was wrapped around his chest, clinging on him like a koala "then you're coming with me"

"boys, it's time for bed" y/n said as he came downstairs, the others looked at him with a questioning look "what?" he asked, the others gave knowing looks to each other "hyung?" San asked "yeah, what is it?" the next words, y/n definitely didn't expect to hear "do you like seonghwa hyung?"

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The question had stuck with him since the others went to bed 'maybe I do like him, he brings a smile to my face just by existing, he's a true sweetheart, not to mention he's the most beautiful person i've ever laid my eyes on' " umm, y/n?" the older turned his head to seonghwa "I ummm, might have heard what you and San talked about" y/n sighed, sitting up from the bed, already knowing where this was going "I understand it if you felt uncomfortable about that, but he wasn't wrong actually, I've found myself quite fond of you actually, but I completely understand if these feelings aren't the same for you."

the two stood there in complete silence "I guess I should go I probably made this extrem-" "no wait!" y/n looked back at seonghwa who's face was completely red "umm, I umm, I also like you, the feelings' mutual" he almost stuttered out completely. The older smiled softly at him, crawling back into bed with him, petting his ears "You're so soft, kitten."

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