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mclqren · 2 months

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STARTING ANEW ★ CL16

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!ex girlfriend!reader ; niall horan x fem!reader

SUMMARY ✦ when your relationship with charles ends up falling through, you find comfort in a certain singer's arms [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing, some hate comments here and there but idk if that's actually a warning

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ to preface: i usually don't write for anyone other than f1 drivers & football players, but i liked the idea of this so i decided to go ahead with it! for the plot of this, charlotte & charles broke up september 2022, and the dating timeline for charles & y/n is nov 2022-dec 2023. the logistics honestly make not a lot of sense but BARE WITH ME PLEASE. the fc i've used is hailee steinfeld, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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user4 oh she is glowinggg!!

user5 y/n is living her best life and we love to see it!

yourbsf nyc was sooo much fun w you 😘

yourusername had the best timeee 💗💗

user6 SHE'S IN NEW YORK RN??

user7 OKAY SHE'S STRAIGHT FIREE 🔥🔥

charlottesiine you're sooo perfect! 🤍

yourusername all you cha!! 💗💗

user8 MOTHERS SPOTTED TOGETHER??

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( caption one: the only cha i need 😘 | caption two: night out 🌃 )

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user13 THIS FRIENDSHIP IS SOMETHING IM ABSOLUTELY HERE FOR.

user14 charlotte x y/n WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!

user15 okay but the mysterious guy in the third pic??

user16 she's in another relationship??

user17 how has she already moved on that quickly tf... neither of them deserved charles.

user18 shut uppp!! you have no clue about y/n's personal life, for all we knew that literally COULD be charles, or it could be someone else! she should be able to do whatever she wants without some troll deciding they have a relevant opinion ❤️

charlottesiine the best weekend everrr!!

yourusername love you 💗

user19 CUTIESSS

user20 the way charles liked this ☹️☹️

user21 missing them hours

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charles_leclerc testing is all doneee - let's smash the race next week!

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user22 MY OH MYYYY

user23 he knows what he's doing w those pictures of himself

user24 no real im sweating over here.

user25 sooo...are you ever going to mention the breakup??

user26 or the new pics of y/n and her mystery man??

user27 to everyone asking charles to speak on his breakup: leave him alone! it's clear him and y/n are still on good terms as they're still liking each other's insta posts, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're together! they're people too, i think we all need to just leave them alone to process their breakup ❤️

user28 okay but y/n clearly is over him?? she's already processed the breakup, so why shouldn't he have?

user29 everyone needs to honestly just leave them be. this is sooo old rn and they're probably tired of it.

carlossainz55 all ready for the new season 🏎️🏎️

charles_leclerc 👊👊

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user30 OH SHE'S STRAIGHT FIREEE

user31 THE DRESS THE MAKEUP IT'S ALL SO PERFECT

user32 i needdd a grwm asap ur gorgeous girl!!

user33 okay but the second pic??

user34 we already knew she was over charles?

user33 yeahhh its just so strange to see her soft launching another guy

user35 idc what anyone says i LOVE that y/n has found another man she's happy with!!

user36 sooo real for this!! she deserves all the happiness in the world 💗

charlottesiine 😍😍

yourusername chaaa!! 💗

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( caption: heyy just came on here to say that me and charles are still broken up. i’ve seen a lot of rumours floating around the internet about the nature of our relationship, and while it is no one’s business except our own, i would like to just say that the break up, as previously stated, WAS mutual & we are still friends. mine and charlotte’s friendship also seems to be coming under a lot of fire recently, for whatever reason. she is an amazing woman and has been so supportive during this time of my life, so i kindly ask you stop bashing us on social media for simply being friends. thank you to all of the people sending me lovely messages - ur support isn’t going unnoticed 💗 )

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niallhoran and who's that handsome fella 😘

yourusername just some annoying irish guy i met, idk how to get rid of him

yourbsf Y/N!! 😍

yourusername MY REAL LOVER 😘

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charlottesiine me when i have to third wheel now ☹️

yourusername no neverrr ur my baby angel he can third wheel us 😍

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chrysalind · 2 months

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sweet and sour

pairing: suna rintarou x reader wc: 880 tags: fluff, fake dating, (real) jealousy, party setting ofc, reader wears makeup and is shorter than suna

Sometime last Wednesday, Suna Rintarou had discovered inner peace.

It had been after his last linear algebra exam, during his third consecutive hour of mourning, when it finally occurred to him that it didn't matter. Of course, it mattered in the sense that it would affect his GPA, and as a result, his job prospects, career, ability to be approved for a mortgage and become a homeowner, and of course his retirement. But in a more 'in the moment' sense, it didn't matter at all.

This was because, he'd rationalized, it had already happened and there was no use agonizing over it after the fact. And so, for a few short days, Suna abided by the belief that if he couldn't change something, he simply wouldn't bring himself to care about it.

So when you drag him into the tiny bathroom of someone's apartment with a swipe of glitter under your left eye and a frazzled expression on your pretty face, Suna is fully prepared to put his new philosophy into action.

The door shuts behind you, muffling the din of music and people and he tries not to think about how precariously close your drink is to the edge of the sink when you set it down.

"I need a favour," you begin, wringing your wrists as he tries not to fall backwards into the shower. It is, in fact, a very tiny bathroom.

"Nah," he replies, managing to right himself against the towel rack.

"'Nah'?" you repeat, jutting out your bottom lip. "But you don't even know what I'm going to ask."

He rationalizes that it can't be anything worth putting in the effort for. Therefore would it even make sense for him to hear you out? He thinks not.

However, as he eyes the door behind you, your face bobs into view, obstructing his path to escape.

"Please," you whine, dropping down from a tippy toe. "Just hear me out."

He glances once at his reflection in the mirror before his gaze slides up to the ugly white light on the ceiling.

"Fine."

"Yes," you exclaim, your elbow narrowly missing the cup. Suna looks away.

"Okay, so my ex is here with his new girlfriend," you begin, your hands moving fast, "and so I would really, really be so grateful if you could maybe, possibly, pretend that we're together."

He blinks. "Nah."

Your face falls. "But I'm gonna look like a loser out there."

He wonders if the glitter is supposed to draw attention to your eyes. If so, why just one side?

"That doesn't even make any sense," he says. "No one cares that you're single." After all, no one cares that he's single. Except for himself, sometimes, although, he's learning to let go of that.

You're pouting again. "I care. And I'm pretty sure that he cares. Chiharu said that he told the other guys on the soccer team that he was bringing her because he knew that I'd be here. Like, isn't that kind of fucked up?"

Something like irritation wriggles in his brain but he quickly shuts that down. After all, what can he really change about the situation? Even if he does pretend to be your boyfriend for tonight, your ex will continue to be a convincing piece of evidence that Neanderthals might still walk amongst modern humans. And even then, you'll still be hung up on him and things between you two will just stay the same. So why should he bother?

"I'm gonna pass," he says dryly, squeezing past you to get to the door. Your elbow brushes against the cup and it falls, clattering into the sink and splashing red liquid down the sides.

"Just tell him to go fuck himself or something," he shrugs, before twisting the doorknob. "Or just pretend he's not there at all."

"But Rin," you pout as he lets the chaos of the party flood into the small space, "I thought we were friends."

And you are friends, he thinks, as he shoulders his way back through the crowd. That's the problem.

That's the fucking problem.

So when he spots you, fifteen minutes later, with your back up to a wall and that Cro-Magnon specimen crowding you, he thinks it's finally time to seriously reconsider his philosophy.

And sometime in the five steps it takes to cross the room does he finally come to the conclusion that enlightenment just isn't for him.

"Hey, angel," he says as he turns you around to face him. Your lips are parted in surprise and the glitter reflects fuchsia and gold in the low light.

He's acutely aware that the two of you are not alone, but he can't bring himself to look away. Something like a second epiphany dawns on him.

"Sorry it took a while," he murmurs as he leans down to meet your gaze.

"But better late than never, right?"

Sometime last Wednesday, Suna Rintarou had discovered inner peace.

But right now, tonight, as you let him kiss you in front of all the people you know, he decides that inner peace is entirely overrated.

#haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou x reader #haikyuu x y/n #suna rintaro x y/n #from: linde

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nerdpoe · 1 year

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Prefacing this with I haven't read the comics I just dip in and out like the canon is a pool and I'm trying to climb onto a pool floatie.

So y'all remember that weird fucked up mind game test Bruce pulled on Tim in the beginning of their bullshit? The real fucked up mindgame that made Tim quit being robin for a bit, before coming back and being all "I know I'm not gonna get an apology." And Bruce was all "good."?

What if Tim realized it for what it was.

Tim realizes the test is a test and decides to get back at Bruce in his own game.

Bruce wants to act like he doesn't care about him in an effort to protect himself from grief if another kid ends up dying? That's fine.

Bruce resorting to psychological mind games to drive Tim away from seeking any support??

Not cool.

Tim realizes, and pulls a Hamlet.

He likes Dick, doesn't want the man to go through what Bruce is about to, and goes to Bludhaven to directly tell Dick not to believe ANYTHING Batman says for a month if it relates to Tim, that he's gonna teach the old man a lesson.

Dicks like "uhhhhhhh okay? U know we can just tell him whatever he's done is wrong, right?"

And Tim's just "nah, I'm past that point. See u in like three weeks to a month. This conversation didn't happen."

He leaves a copy of Hamlet in his locker in the bat cave, the only clue he's gonna drop until all is said and done, and gets to work.

Pretends that Bruce's mind fuck has driven him mad, pretends that he's sneaking off to chase down leads, pretends to talk to people that aren't there, visits the joker just to learn how to mimic his laugh, (side bar, joker has no idea why the new robin is visiting him and disabling the cameras, or why the kid just copies what he says and when he laughs, but after like two weeks of it he may be slightly uncomfortable around the kid no lie) uses makeup to make his eye bags look worse and trashes his own house (his parents are gonna be so pissed but he's already angrier than they could ever hope to be, so they can suck it), acts so unhinged Bruce calls it off and tries to tell him the truth, only for Tim to pretend like he doesn't believe him and steal the robin uniform and run away, and then goes and sneaks away from his own house (he knew he was being watched) to a warehouse he predetermined with a conspiracy theory board and string in his room (he needs to make sure Bruce knows where Tim wants him to go) and the conspiracy theory is just an amalgamation of the bullshit Joker spews (again, joker is really confused by this strange child hero and very slightly unsettled, what the fuck Batman where the fuck did u get this robin, maybe return him to the robin store? This one's defunct), makes sure it's abandoned, and blows it to hell with the robin uniform inside

He knows Bruce will be too jarred, to lost in the major trauma buttons Tim is pushing with the warehouse explosion, to do a proper analysis. He KNOWS Bruce will want it done as quickly as possible, and try to bury Tim as quickly as he can. He knows his parents won't get any phone calls for at least a month.

Then he goes to ground for a week.

Walks back into the cave after that week, corners a grieving and broken Bruce, and asks him how he likes mind games now.

After all, it was just a TEST. There was no need to skip basic steps like DNA analysis, that's just SLOPPY Bruce.

Dick, who had been warned by Tim early on and kinda knew the kid was gonna pull a fast one of Bruce, had NO IDEA it was gonna be this depraved, and is very highly Shook. Nor did he realize Bruce had tried a mind game first, and is...disappointed but not surprised, really.

But holy shit Tim Bruce started at a 9 and you escalated to a goddamn 25.

Bruce, realizing that they may both be a bit fucked up, acquiesces to therapy. For all of them. Holy shit for all of them, because that was NOT a normal teenage response and he is beginning to sense some distinctly villainous red flags from this kid.

Next time the joker breaks out he flat out refuses to believe that Tim is a Robin, and joker is the one that starts the whole Cuckoo thing, and asks Batman if he's gonna send the kid to Arkham early or if this is a weird intervention program he's trying.

Then he tries to murder like fifty people cuz he's the motherfucking JOKER.

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lgbtsana · 5 months

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OFF THE RECORD ; AHN YUJIN ONE-SHOT

you’ve been chatting with an online friend for about 2 years, you knew them as their alias ‘ahnz’, they never posted their face but you knew almost everything about them. but, did you really know what they were saying was true?

it’s been about two years since you turned to online friends instead of real life ones. the ones you made offline were just complete assholes. it was always when you needed your real life friends the most is when you realized how fake they were.

you’d call one of your friends, lim dahye, sobbing uncontrollably, begging for her to distract you from your parents fighting. yet, all you got on response from her, “sorry, who are you again?” while you heard giggles in the background. you had considered her a closest friend, but all you received was humiliation.

the closest friend you made throughout the two years online was ahnz. the only thing you knew about them was they were a year older than you and that they, or well she, was a girl.

you had given her a nickname “hannie” and you were happy to know that she thought the nickname was cute and that she liked it.

the more the two of you talked, the closer you two got. you felt like you could trust her, although, you hadn’t met her in person. she just seemed different, not like the other people you had trusted before.

there was one night that your parents started to fight when you received a text from ahnz, you had nicknamed her in your phone as ‘hannie’ since the app you used, let you.

she had sent you a link to a girl group performance, the thumbnail had a girl with short hair poking her cheek. “she’s so pretty, her makeup looks amazing...” you spoke in awe.

you stood up to grab your wired earbuds, since you couldn’t afford wireless ones, and watched the performance. it was a very useful distraction from the fighting going on.

hannie: y/n, check out this video :o [link]

y/n: omg, they’re amazing performers!!

y/n: wish i was that good lol

hannie: don’t say that! i’m sure you’re amazing at it :(

y/n: i see their group name is ive, how do you pronounce that? like i’ve?

hannie: i hear people pronouncing it ivy or i’ve, i guess it’s a matter of preference? idk though

hannie: which member caught your eye?

y/n: hmm, the one with the short hair with bangs. she had so much charisma and just looked fierce! she’s so pretty~

after you’d sent that message, you realized ahnz went quiet. so, while you waited for a response, you decided to watch some more videos of the group she had sent you.

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the next day, during class, you received a call from hannie. your teacher, mrs. lee, gave a stern look towards you. “no phone calls during class, miss seo.”

you nodded before answering the call, “sorry, mrs. lee. it’s... an emergency.” your quick answer made her give you a nod, “go out in the hall then, y/n.”

“hannie, what’s going on?” your concerned tone rung in her ears, “y/n, are you able to... meet up...?” she asked, her voice quiet.

“what?”

“are you able to meet up with me?”

the question hung on a string. a string that was about to snap clean in half. you felt your heartbeat increase as you weren’t sure what to answer. sure, you’ve talked to her for two years, but you’ve only thought about meeting up once.

you weren’t sure if you were ready to meet her.

“y/n?” her voice entered your senses again, making you gasp softly.

“ah, sorry-” you barely let out a whisper as you apologize quietly. “y/n, if you’re able to meet up, please come to 4-5, samseong-ro 146-gil, gangnam-gu, seoul. it should be nearby you, yeah?” you hum giving her the confirmation she needed.

“see you then, hannie.”

you walked back into class and all eyes were on you, “so?” your teacher stares you down, waiting for some kind of response.

“what?”

your teacher huffs in annoyance, “what was so important?” your thoughts quickly scramble to make up an excuse, “ah- my grandmother passed away.” you give off a weak smile to keep your act straight as your teachers eyebrows narrow.

“i thought your grandmother passed last year?” it was true, but you had an excuse up your sleeve, “that was on my mother’s side, the recent one is on my father’s.”

mrs. lee quickly gave an apology, which you accepted. she didn’t know it was a lie after all.

———

after your classes came to an end, you found yourself in front of the building that hannie suggest you meet up in. but, it was starship entertainment? you weren’t sure why she’d ask to meet up here.

you shrugged before hitting an intercom, that looked very high-tec. you watched as it lit up and noticed a very small camera, recording your presence outside.

“come in,” a female voice is heard thru the intercom as the fancy doors opened to let you in.

“oh- t-thank you...?” you struggled to sound genuine as you were still, very confused. just why did hannie want to meet here?

you hesitantly entered the tall building and nervously looked around. you felt you stood out against the rest, but not in a good way.

you felt very underdressed, everyone else looked as if they were wearing designer clothes (they probably were), you didn’t feel like you fit in.

a taller figure was approaching you with a smile and it felt like time slowed down as you took in their physique. she was nearly 6-feet tall, her smile was very charming, alluring. her hair was on the shorter side, seemed to be a wolfcut. she has a leather jacket on, seemed to be in the middle of recording something, but you weren’t totally sure.

she looked exactly like the female from the fancan video hannie had sent you. just what was hannie playing at?

“hello, are you y/n?” the tall female looked at you with the same charming smile she approached with. with a slow nod, you gave her the confirmation she needed.

“i can’t believe we’re finally meeting each other! my name is ahn yujin,” she leaned in to whisper in your ear, “you know me as hannie~” the teasing tone of her voice made you jolt back, surprised that the female was actually hannie.

“h-hannie?” your voice was failing you. the sudden surprise of learning she’s your closest online friend was big, you could barely let out your voice.

she gave a simple nod before saying, “you can call me yujin now!”. she reached for your wrist, making your pull it back without thinking.

her eyebrows furrowed and yujin looked down at the ground, “ah, i’m sorry. this must be a shock..”

you nodded, “very shocking, i mean i was just watching a fancam of you a few days ago.”

yujin let out a giggle, “i wanted to know your thoughts~” she lightly punched your arm with that same smile.

faking hurt, you grabbed your arm and yelped in pain, “you pain me, yujin!” you laughed, before noticing yujin was looking at you with wide-eyes.

“what?”

“you called me yujin this time,” her voice seemed filled with emotion. what emotion? you couldn’t read it.

you shrugged “you told me i could.”

yujin pulled you in for a tight bear hug, “this makes me so happy! i can’t wait to introduce you to the others~”

you smiled as you gave the same amount of strength into the hug, “already? we just met~” you teased as you received a pinch in response.

A/N: maybe there will be a part two? we shall find out in the future. i do like how this turned out, did you guys enjoy?

TAGS... idol!yujin x fan!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, light angst, online friends to irl friends to lovers, friends to lovers, reader becomes a fan of yujin after she introduces ive to them.

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floral-poisons · 1 year

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driving with prefects

in honor of constantly being reminded that leona can drive, i am writing up a brief dorm leader head canon post. i just think it would be a fun set of head canons, you know? (also it’s been a bit since i’ve posted like content).

i haven’t read any translations for the new event ft. leona and whatnot. so if my head canons don’t align with canon...take it with a grain of salt.

for the sake of these head canons, i’m mostly thinking about manual cars. because i know magic enhanced technology exists within twst. but when i think about driving, i’m thinking about like...regular cars, you know.

malleus draconia

unfamiliar is malleus with manual cars. after all, they’re so different from vehicles operated by magic alone. when he gets behind the wheel, he’s very cautious. sometimes, the things he does are reckless (your heart was beating so fast it would have exploded). but that’s because he isn’t used to driving with stick. or even having experience with manually shifting the car into different modes. he also needs to put his seat as far back as possible because of how tall he is and he needs a tall car so his horns aren’t squished. it can get very uncomfortable very quickly.

child of man, this car is very confusing. how do i activate the windshield wipers? i would not want us to get into an accident.

riddle rosehearts

getting on the road is honestly the worst for him. riddle is an anxious driver. he hates traffic, hates people honking at him, and most certainly hates getting on parkways and highways. he doesn’t mind driving in the countryside where he can drive smoothly and as fast as he desires. no one’s around after all. but with other people, he becomes a mess. he also has a bit of road rage within him. you’ve never heard someone curse as much as he did when someone cut him off. riddle also happens to follow the rules a little too well. he’s always going under or at the speed limit, always checking his blind spots, always signalling his turns even in parking lots. he is, arguably, the best parker.

oh come on! didn’t even signal while switching lanes! cut me off and everyone else too! there’s more than you in the world you know!

vil schoenheit

vil is an awful driver. not in the sense that he doesn’t follow the general rules of driving (because great seven forbid he gets into an accident and it becomes a scandal) but in the way that his braking tends to be...janky. his turns can range from being smooth to jarring. and the man lacks the ability to park. he’s horrible at parking. you learned your lesson when you got into the car with him driving (better off with rook). ironically, he’s a lot better at driving while he’s multitasking, like touching up his makeup or answering phone calls. honestly, he just needs a little practice. with every drive, he improves even in the slightest. he has no problem dedicating hours to practicing driving either. he just doesn’t have the time right now.

normally i don’t drive. my father had drivers for me. but i can. it’s just...been a while. i’m a little rusty is all.

leona kingscholar

leona, having driven for a while now, is one of the best drivers amongst the prefects (and arguably the whole school). he follows the general rules but definitely enjoys going fast. he especially likes to take scenic routes (there’s something peaceful about late night drives, you know). however, he is very possessive of the aux. you’re not allowed to play your playlists unless it’s a really long trip. besides, he prefers to listen to podcasts and audiobooks while driving. he kind of has a conversation with the audiobook or podcast. it’s cute to watch leona react in real time.

that is ridiculous! doesn’t she understand that he’s the bad guy? that he’s awful? she’s better off getting with the second lead anyways!

azul ashengrotto

putting a creature from the seat into a car is a bad idea. there’s only one person that is, arguably, worse than vil. and that is azul. now, it’s not really azul’s fault. he’s not really used to land traffic rules. but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you have almost gotten into a plethora of accidents with azul behind the wheel. he gets pretty anxious while on the road and does his turn signals, lane changes. but he’s pretty awful at guessing distance and lacks spatial awareness. naturally, this also inhibits his parking skills. his parking skills are pretty awful.

the coral sea traffic is not nearly as bad. i mean half of these rules don’t even make sense (y/n)!

kalim al-asim

kalim is a wonderful driver! his driving is really smooth and he’s a joy with to be in the car. there’s always something to talk about while he’s driving. and he’ll let you play your music, podcast, audiobook. the two of you have had so many lovely conversations while driving. there isn’t much to say. plus, kalim is pretty great at parking too. he’s always willing to go on errand runs with you and take you out on late night drives.

oh (y/n)! you need to get something from the grocery store? i was heading there anyways. hop in!

idia shroud

much to your surprise, you learned that idia is not an anxious driver. he seems like he would be. but no. he feels like he’s in a video game whenever he drives. and he absolutely loves the adrenaline rush that he gets from going fast. slamming on that gas petal is extremely satisfying to him. furthermore, traffic becomes a puzzle to him. a puzzle to solve on how to get out of traffic. everyone else becomes npcs. and you have almost thrown up from how motion sick you’ve gotten in his car.

ohohoho! traffic? guess we can play a game of how to escape! it should be relatively easy considering how all the normies drive.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #dorm leaders #diasomnia #ignihyde #pomefiore #savanaclaw #scarabia #octavinelle #heartslabyul #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #kalim al asim

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emixion · 8 months

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So i’ve seen a lot of eah fans sharing hcs which makes me very happy so i’m going to share some too. (Pretty much just Raven because she is my blorbo)

Raven’s music taste is wildly eclectic. She obviously loves Taylor Swift and artists with similar vibes but is prone to bouncing around genres. Other artists she loves are Paramore, MCR, Ashnikko, Scene Queen, and really anything else she can scream.

She’s a picky eater. This is kind of hinted at in Storybook of Legends but never outright stated so I still consider it a HC. There’s a lot of different types of meat she doesn’t like to eat and she has a hard time with texture of certain foods. She also went through a period where her anxiety would reduce her appetite. (Same, twin 😗✌️)

She can sense the beat and signature of any music within her earshot with her magic. She calls it her sixth sense.

She’s a comic nerd. Before she had any real friends and was still dealing with her mother, she used them as an escape. Her favorite comics are The New Teen Titans from the 80s-2000s and she has a huge shelf of them back home in her room.

She loves scary movies.

Taught herself how to do makeup quickly because she doesn’t like looking in the mirror too long.

Considers the core rebels (Maddie, Cerise, Cedar and Hunter) her family. They were on her side and defended when the whole school was against her and she will never forget that and will always be grateful.

Alright this one is canon but this is just a reminder that she is an absolute MANIAC on guitar. Like Sparrow carries his around every day and yet she outshines him every time she plays.

Nevermore got her name when Raven’s dad suggested it as a joke and Raven, being a little girl at the time, didn’t get the reference but loved the name and it stuck.

Favorite anime is Tokyo Ghoul but she hates the ending.

Her eyes have a sort of “glow” to them that you can see in the dark.

As she gets older, she eventually cuts contact with her mother. She never leaves their visits feeling good, quite the opposite, so she finally decides to prioritize her self and her mental health and stops showing up.

An absolute beast in Smash Bros. Her main is Zelda.

She often wears her headphones around even if she isn’t listening to music in case she suddenly wants to. Plus they’re comfy on her ears and help her avoid unwanted attention.

#ever after high #raven queen #eah #will probably make a part 2 bc i have more

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Marry You (Prologue)

Summary: ”I think I’m not meant to be married in this life (because of work).” Well, now he can have both at once! For the anticipated return of “We Got Married,” SHINee and Soloist ‘KEY’ will be married!! The twist? KEY’s not proposing to another idol or TV Personality, but—?!

You looked at your phone in confusion as you laid on your bed, the flow of the conversation not making sense.

Kim Kibum, known by his stage name, “Key,” was a real piece of work to be with. Being SHINee’s makeup artist for the majority of their career, you’d say that you’re very used to their personalities and that nothing about them could surprise you anymore.

So you know that Kibum has a lot of female friends that occasionally visit him, you included, whenever he wasn’t busy.

But this was different.

You’ve heard details here and there that you’re doing Kibum’s makeup for the return of, “We Got Married” to Korean Television and that you’ll most likely be doing his partner’s makeup as well.

From what you’ve seen through the clips you’ve seen from the show years back, the two people wouldn’t know the person they were marrying until they met up on camera. So if that was true, it was a bit surprising that he would willingly give someone his real address.

Choosing to not think too hard about it, you groaned as you stretched in your bed and sighed. Getting up after a while, and then showering.

As you were applying your skincare, you wondered how the many fans of SHINee would react to the show once it aired. It wasn’t your friend’s first time on this kind of show.

He had been “married” to a Japanese model for a spin-off of the original, “We Got Married” and the fans seemed to really like their interactions and thought they made a great pair. That was during the time that you were asked to work for EXO, and therefore couldn’t join them for their trip in Japan.

You didn’t have the time to watch it back then due to EXO’s rising fame and busy schedule, and in turn yours, but you did follow its popularity. Thankful that your friends seemed to be having fun and were being recognized by a wider audience.

That was in 2014, and now it’s the present. Realizing that you’ve finished your skincare and makeup routine on autopilot, you quickly but meticulously arranged your makeup kit for the event and booked a taxi to get to Kibum’s apartment. Putting on a face mask as you leave your unit.

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“Comme Des, Garcons~” You greeted the dogs as they scurried around you. “Ah, please don’t jump on me. I have to be as clean as possible.” Not wanting to get dog fur on your kit, you placed it on the dining table where the kids couldn’t reach. As you were going to text your friend about what he wanted you to pick up, you noticed a note on the table and a mic pack meant for you as mentioned in his earlier text.

“The guest won’t arrive until later, so can you try on the dress I prepared? You should be her size. It’s in the closet. Take a picture too. Thank you - 기”

“He wants me to wear the dress? So what am I supposed to pick up?” You asked out loud as you put on the mic pack. Walking to the mentioned destination.

You noticed a few cameras set up in the living room already, which was worrying, and hoped that it wasn’t being aired yet. Even if it’s for showbiz, you didn’t want to seem like a TV mistress for the bride-to-be.

You shivered at the thought.

As you open his closet, you see the dress that he mentioned.

It was a beautiful wedding dress.

Well, beautiful to you. You know a few people who wouldn't get married in a dress that looked like this, but it was a style that you particularly liked. You reached out to touch the neckline and admired the craftsmanship of the garment.

'This wasn't just something off the rack. This looks like it was curated.' The thought of it made you smile a bit wider as you looked at it for a while longer before taking off the protective coat.

You changed into the dress that seemed well pressed and ironed, thankful that you didn’t wear a lot of layers for the day, and looked at the mirror. Marveling at the beautiful fabric and how it indeed seemed to fit you well. If his partner had your exact measurements, you had no doubt that it would look just as breathtaking on her as it does on you.

While admiring the dress, you couldn’t help but feel a little sad. While you’ve never thought about marriage all that much, seeing a dress that looked like one you’d really like made you feel a bit sentimental. You sighed, but continued to turn a bit from side to side to observe the dress a bit more.

Satisfied with how you wore it, you adjusted the mic pack and exited the large walk-in closet to take a picture with your phone that you left on the table.

To your surprise however, your friend, Kim Kibum, was already there. Decked out in a tuxedo that he most likely styled himself which perfectly showed him as an individual. Holding the note he wrote in his hand.

“Oh? I thought your guest would arrive before you?” You gestured to the paper in his hand.

He tilted his head and observed you. Letting his eyes roam your figure, you understood it as a cue and spun around a bit to show him the whole garment.

He approached you as he checked his watch and put one hand in his pocket. “Oh, it actually looks okay on you.”

You nodded with a lot more enthusiasm than you thought was appropriate, given how the clothes weren't meant for you.

“Right? Your wife is for sure going to love it! Ah, you didn’t answer my question–” You realized and hurriedly moved to reach your kit before the idol stopped you by the shoulders.

“She did. So let’s go.” He presented his hand to you, but you could only stare at his face with knitted brows that almost made you look disgusted at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Ah, right.” He then fished out his other hand from his pocket and took your left hand to put a ring on your finger. “There, now we can go.”

“Huh? So I’m the wife?" You put two and two together quite quickly as you continued. "You didn’t even propose, you bastard!” You hit his arm, like you usually did.

The cameras made sense, but now you had to question whether management was okay with this and why you didn't know about it. Then again, if the cameras from the corner of your eye were already filming, they must have given him the greenlight for this.

“Would you have said no? I’m a catch you know? You get to work and be with your husband at the same time, don’t pretend like the pay isn’t good.” He joked as he pushed you, making you step back a bit.

“OH! I still get paid?”

“What are you talking about? We both still have to work and—Ah, that’s not the point! Just come with me.” And with that, he finally led you out of his apartment and into a car. His manager and a camera man already present.

Just what is your life coming to?

#shinee key x reader #kim kibum x reader #key shinee #shinee x reader

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8, 12 and 17 for the ask game 😁

Thank you so much @duttfisch! Apologies for the Genesis spam below, haha. XD

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about.

GENESIS BEING INCLUDED IN THE NIBELHEIM INCIDENT. People treat this like some unholy retcon, the greatest narrative sin Square Enix could've committed via the Compilation. And I for one think that's a complete over-reaction.

Seriously. Sure, Sephiroth's definitely not in a good mental headspace by now, but having Genesis water the freshly planted seeds in Seph's mind in the reactor only serves to drive him further down in a really believable way. I always found it a little odd how quickly Seph seemed to spiral in the OG (admittedly Rebirth handled it better), so I think the addition of Genesis makes the scene more fleshed out and raises even more questions for Sephiroth to investigate in the manor.

And a fun one for good measure that's been disproven by Nomura himself - the fact that everyone is like 'hurr durr Genesis can't come back cause Gackt says no / Square won't pay for his likeness'. Admittedly less people are using this as a 'ew no Genesis is icky he can't come back' now, but it was SUPER annoying for like a decade up till this point.

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them.

Feel like I should be putting my clown makeup on at this point because yep, my answer's Genesis! Again! XD Between the rest of the awesome peeps / moots on Tumblr who've argued for why Gen actually is or has the potential to be really interesting, I think it's fairly obvious why, but I'll summarise my view.

Basically, Genesis suffered from poor writing. Between that and the intense LOVELESS quoting making up the majority of his dialogue, I can see why it frustrated people. But if you look beyond that you'll discover some really neat stuff:

Having Genesis (and by extension, Angeal) as prototypes to Sephiroth actually makes boatloads of sense scientifically. You can't expect ShinRa to pop out Sephiroth on the first try, can you?

Genesis can basically go toe-to-toe with Sephiroth for an extended period of time, which is just... insane, when you think about it. Cloud and Zack have both reached similar heights but Sephiroth is just on a whole other level, so the fact there are a select few who can last against him is just really neat.

Bro had his world shattered and understandably lashed out at the company that shaped and controlled his entire existence. We're on Zack's side for Crisis Core, but it's pretty clear the real world-destroyers are ShinRa, and I think Crisis Core could've done a better job at helping us see Gen's perspective a bit more.

His aesthetic is just gorgeous, let's be honest here. That red coat is iconic and I want it. Superb character design (bless you Gackt for choosing red over black or white.)

Canonically he was well-liked and respected by the majority of SOLDIER, given that he convinced so many SOLDIERs to leave with him. People don't just follow you to the ends of the earth willy-nilly. Also, despite being an 'introvert' and averse to large people groups, he displayed kindness and gentleness with his younger comrades. Gillian called him 'such a good boy' for a reason, damn it!

...and I probably have more, but my hands are tired. XD

17. There should be more of this type of fic/art.

Honestly, I'm a sucker for hurt/injured/degrading Genesis and him both going through trauma and then being comforted and cared for by his loved ones. It's a major part of why I started Thing With Feathers after all. XD

I also love seeing how people explore Genesis' relationship with his changing body/his wing. I could read stuff about that for days.

Also would love to see more written redemption arcs for Genesis, whether it's through 'what-if' AUs or post DoC.

Lastly, I'm not hugely into overly sexual stuff, so any of the above fics without anything explicit is just *chef's kiss*. Of course I understand that many folks love the spicy stuff on its own or mixed into a plot, and that's okay! Just not my cup of tea is all.

#duttfisch #genesis rhapsodos #crisis core #final fantasy vii #sephiroth #nibelheim #ff7 #ffvii #crisis core reunion #ff7r

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letsgomakeanau · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Sagau AU!

Iconic Updates AU!

In most of these AUs we have statues or other icons of the ‘Creator’ aka the player.

For this AU I propose that every time that the game is updated or any data packs are downloaded, any representations of the player would change once it’s down downloading.

Acolytes assume that you change it personally.

From head to toe any image of you would look exactly like how you look at that time. (You can choose if there’s a glow up or pose change if you want to.)

For the Normal Sagau AU!

Regardless of how much the player has changed since originally downloading the game the characters will have near perfect knowledge of what they look like.

Once the player is transported to Teyvat an arms race begins.

Or, well. A fashion race.

Every. Single. Day. You won’t be without an array of outfits presented to you in hopes of the various icon of your image changing to fit them.

(If anyone chooses to write this they can choose whether they want to updates to happen automatically, not at all which means that icons don’t change either, or having whatever device you played the game on with you so you have the ability to choose.)

Whenever you choose to wear anything, from a pin with a symbol on it to full regalia, if it is from a specific place then they will celebrate and brag about being the creator’s favorite.

Best to switch things up if you don’t want fights to happen.

For the Imposter AU!

If somehow they still don’t recognize that you are the true creator.

Then they’re idiots. Even more so than usual.

For this section let’s assume an update was just released so there will be some time before the next.

Regardless of where you start out people will assume that you’re copying the creator and trying to scam people.

The fake creator (if you chose to have one) has told the people that whatever clothes appear on any icons or statues would be clothes they wish to be made for them and it was a test to see if they were devoted enough.

As people had gotten much better at designing and quickly making clothes there had been cases of particularly talented tailors dressing up someone similar to the creator to pretend to be them.

Due to this you would at most be taken to prison, fined or sentenced to jail if you had attempted to trick people and unless you do something major you wouldn’t be hunted down.

If the fake is somehow able to sense that you are the real one they will immediately have you hunted down and killed in some secluded area.

From here you can choose if you want it to go the killed then revealed route or if the statues change to reflect you and then they realize.

Or if no one realizes then you can dress yourself up put on some makeup and have the reveal be absolutely hilarious.

Well that’s it for this post and send me asks or tag me if you have any questions about this AU.

If you wish to use this idea feel free to use it and don’t forget to tag me!

#genshin impact #sagau cult au #genshin au #Iconic Updates AU #self aware genshin #sagau impostor au #genshin imposter au #Hope everyone liked it #I posted this when the tags dying so no one sees it #But if you do feel free to use or ask about it #yandere genshin impact #genshin x reader

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one anonymous thing a follower wants to know: when did you get into radical feminism?

Ohh I am glad someone asked haha. The truth is I was kind of a born radfem. I realized early in life that the world was deeply sexist and misogynistic. Even when I was 11/12yo in middle school, I hated makeup, cosmetic surgery, and the beauty industry in general. I was very critical of it, saying it was misogynistic, and that I was against the idea of altering our faces to fit the box of the perfect woman, to be beautiful in the sexist eyes of society. As soon as I knew what prostitution was, I was against it ; I already thought women weren't products you can buy and that prostitution and consent couldn't coexist. I was also a raging misandrist kid, I realized very young how sexist and misogynistic our society was, and how terrible and violent men were. I was already annoyed by the way everyone defended men despite everything they do. I knew what transgenderism was, but I didn't really care back then, and actually I never thought about it.

Then when I was 12 I started to read feminist things. I of course didn't read Andrea Dworkin right away, I started with smaller books and magazines, and soon enough I was reading bigger books, Simone de Beauvoir, for example. I didn't know there was several branches of feminism, to me there was only one. I knew a lot of things about feminist history, it was just kind of mixed up in my mind. I mainly focused on books and ressources about male violence, domestic violence, unpaid labor, mothers and marriage, sexual violence, and women's rights outside the West (Afghanistan, Iran, Korea...). I didn't read anything about beauty industry and prostitution at that time ; no special reason, I guess I just didn't see any book about it that I wanted to read, or almost no book. I still held the same beliefs about it, however. Bref, it was from by 12 to my 17 (and I was already the annoying and angry feminist for my family and friends).

At 17 I started to get into fandom culture, and as you know, fandom culture is very, very liberal. There I saw people totally disagreeing with me about "sex work" and the beauty industry, literally calling women who were against it "anti feminists". I started to doubt (I was very young, remember this), what if I was just a conservative after all ? I slowly became a bit more liberal, still not wearing makeup but not criticizing it anymore and laughing with "girlboss" comments at shit like "my makeup is powerful enough to destroy the patriarchy". I still hated prostitution, but started to agree that OnlyFans was a cool and easy way to make money. I started to agree with gender ideology, though it never made sense to me before and I had never really thought about it (I had a trans friend and I used her preferred pronouns and all but honestly I just didn't care enough to think about if it was right or not).

Deep down, I still held the same beliefs, I just didn't want to admit it, because I was afraid of being a bad person and because it's hard to accept that you are against things everyone support. It's easier to follow the others, and I was young and a bit brainwashed to be honest (brainwashed against, as I understood later, the evil TERFs !).

At 18, I started to read more and more books against beauty culture and prostitution. I quickly felt confident enough to accept and express my real beliefs. While I was doing so, I became more and more critical of many things in liberal politics, makeup, porn, prostitution etc... and gender ideology. I realized it didn't make sense AT ALL to me. I hid these beliefs because I was genuinely very scared of being a horrible person or becoming one. I didn't want to agree with the evil terfs, right ? I didn't want to become one of them ? But I kept seeing TRA stuff and it all seemed so stupid and ridiculous to me. Plus, I was also starting to see how misogynistic and homophobic this ideology is. For almost a year, I tried to push these doubts away, finding TRAs excuses, trying to find other explanations for their misogyny and homophobia... I was terrified of becoming a bad person. I thought, what if I am being brainwashed ? And kept reading TRAs stuff to try to force myself to believe and accept them. But the more I read, the more I realized that it was nonsense, and rooted in misogyny, homophobia, racism. It was during the time I was starting to accept my homosexuality (and by the way, gender ideology made it 100× harder. I already had a hard time admitting I was a lesbian, but their nonsense made me even more ashamed of it as I felt disgusting for not liking dicks and male bodies. It made my feeling of "damn, there is something seriously wrong with me" even more serious and deeper), so seeing their lesbophobia didn't help their case. I doubted for almost a year, until I made a post that became quickly famous (now deleted on my main, but the reblogs still exist) in which I forced myself to include trans people because I was afraid everyone would call me a TERF if I didn't.

Radfems saw it and replied, being a bit angry at me for what I had said of course. It made me feel soooo bad because I actually agreed with them but couldn't say it on main ! (My online friends of the time could see it, and I didn't want to lose them, back then). So, I didn't reply to them or just blocked them because I was afraid of myself for agreeing with them.

But out of curiosity, I read some posts in the radfem tag after this post. And what a great surprise ! There was a lot of women agreeing with me about makeup and the beauty industry on here ! I wasn't alone ! Not gonna lie, it made me feel so good. For years I thought I was alone, everyone around me didn't see any issue with makeup or prostitution, everyone around me called me crazy, paranoid, boring or stupid for criticizing these things. And now I had found a community of women who agreed with me, and were so smart about it. Their posts were so well written, full of wisdom. They agreed with me, and believed there was nothing wrong with me not liking dicks and males. What a relief and what a wonderful thing to find out. After that, I was almost ready to just call myself a radfem. My ex helped a bit, since she was gender critical.

At first, I just followed radfem blogs through my main, agreeing with everything they said and realizing that "terfs" didn't exist, and that radfems/gender critical feminists weren't evil at all. I read a lot of radical feminist books in six months ; then, around april, I think, at 19, I created this blog, fully accepting my beliefs.

Since then I keep learning everyday, about radical feminism theory and history, about other branches of feminism and their history. I read a lot of books, watch a lot of docs, and write a lot about it in my little notebooks. I don't wear makeup, don't encourage the beauty industry, I volunteer as much as I can, I try to have the most separatist lifestyle as I can, I talk about radical feminism around me (I even have my stickers! I am pretty proud of them haha)... bref, I try to actually be a radfem and not just to criticize gender ideology online.

I am so grateful and happy I found radblr and online radfems !

#radblr #anon #asks #radical feminism #radfem safe #radfem #gender critical #radical feminist safe #radical feminists please touch #radical feminists do touch #radfems do interact #radfems please interact

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she-lives-in-her-dreams · 1 year

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Swipe City Chapter 5:Dating with a Twist

Disclaimer: I do not know any celebrities in this story. I’ve been super sick for a week; thus, this is not proofread. I’m not from nor have been to London; so, I apologize if I use American terms when writing a Brit character.

Please let me know if you guys have any interest in this story continuing. I’m not receiving a lot of feedback and feel like this story is a bit of a flop.

@mountpulisic @mllynne @luminous-99 @alwaysclassyeagle

Christian is nervous–no, he is beyond nervous. A level of nervousness that he doesn’t know how to describe in English nor in German. It’s Wednesday and in exactly 30 minutes, he is going to be sitting in a small, local pub with Y/N for a lunch date. He is mentally trying to prepare himself for any reaction she may have to his identity.

In a flat across West London, Y/N is nervously fixing her makeup and trying not to vomit. It’s out of character for her to go on a date with man she has never videochatted with much less never even seen pictures of. The thought runs through her mind to cancel the date and ask for a videochat before rescheduling it. The notion disappears as quickly as it appeared–the move to London had been one she promised herself would be about adventures and a fresh start. A clean slate she knows has to include some risks that are out of her comfort zone. Besides, if Chris–hopefully that is his real name– is a serial killer, she did activate her location on her phone, has a secret code arranged with her friends back home, and an agreed upon check-in time.

The 30 minutes past quickly for both Christian and Y/N, and before either knows it the pub is in their views. Y/N arrives first–always one for arriving early to avoid having to approach her dates. She chooses a corner high-top table and quickly texts Chris where she is seated. The pub is not busy at all which makes her sigh in relief and give thanks that Chris asked for a lunch date rather than a dinner when the evening crowd would surely have overwhelmed her senses with all the noise.

Christian arrives at the pub exactly 5 minutes before the arranged time. He checks his phone and finds a missed text from Y/N with information about their seating arrangement. Christian clutches the bouquet of tulips tightly as he pulls the pub’s entrance door. His coffee colored eyes search the corner high-top tables for the lavender sweater y/n said she would be wearing.

The instant they land on the woman in the corner’s lavender sweater, his eyes still. Her head is tilted down looking at her phone. Before Christian can even process what is happening, his feet have moved him across the pub to standing in front of y/n. He clears his throat to get her attention and when her eyes lift to meet his own, Christian feels his breath catch. He has always believed that no matter the color of someone’s eyes, you could tell a lot about the person just by looking into their eyes ; and in this moment, all Christian can tell about y/n from her eyes is that he never wants to stop looking into them.

Y/N hears the clearing of the throat and looks up. In front of her is an absolutely breath-taking man. His boyishly handsome face with the shy smile and dimple cause her heart to race. For a second, there are no words spoken. Christian clears his throat again and forces himself to speak.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Chris.” The shy smile never leaving his face.

Y/N stands to greet him but hesitates awkwardly. Does she give him a handshake? A hug? What is the tradition for dates now? God, she hates dating.

Christian makes the decision for her as she speaks her name by moving closer and opening his arms for a gentle hug. After several phone conversations and hours of texts, he feels that he knows y/n and a hug is the only acceptable greeting for someone he already feels safe with.

Though the hug is short, it is warm and soothing to both. As the two separate, both recognize the noticeable loss of warmth and comfort.

“It’s really great to meet you in person. I hope you don’t mind, but I remembered you saying you loved these; so, I picked these up for you.” Christian says shyly as he hands y/n the flowers. Her smile widens– she mentioned these flowers during their second conversation when he was trying to figure out which flowers to send his mother for her birthday.

“Wow, Chris! That is so thoughtful of you.” Y/N tries not to gasp–a man significantly younger than her put more effort into their first date than any other man had during a committed relationship.

As the date progresses, Christian realizes the pub is becoming busier. He tries not to panic and attempts to calm himself by remembering he doesn’t get recognized as much as Mason or Reece especially when he is out without them. It’s not that he wants to lie to Y/N, he just knows he wants to tell her in his own nonpublic way.

Christian feels a sense of relief when it is not until y/n is in the restroom that he is approached by an older man asking for an autograph and picture for his young grandson. The interaction is swift and when the man sees y/n approaching the table again, he thanks Christian, winks at him, and promptly walks away. Christian thanks his God for this small miracle.

“It’s getting to be a bit late. Unfortunately, I need to go back to work.” Y/N says with a sigh. It was the one part of a lunch date that had made her hesitate– she had to come to the date in her professional clothing and was limited to a few hours before she would need to return.

Christian smiles a bit sadly. “I hate that it has to end so quickly, but I understand not everyone is off today like me.”

After beckoning the waiter over and handing him his card to pay for their date, Christian swallows the lump forming in his throat. “I had a really great time and would like to see you again, if you are open to it.”

Y/N feels the heat in her face. “I would love to see you again.”

After receiving his card and helping y/n to put her jacket on, Christian escorts Y/N out into the chilly weather to catch her waiting taxi. Already anticipating her next move, Christian rushes around Y/N to open the taxi’s door and help her into it.

Feeling somewhat empowered by the man’s consistent gentlemanly ways, Y/N leans over and presses a soft kiss to Christian’s cheek as she enters the taxi.

“Let me know when you are available.” She whispers after thanking him again for the date.

As the taxi pulls away, Christian touching his kissed cheek, a man steps into his peripheral vision. The man begins to speak causing Christian to turn his head in the gentleman’s direction.

“Son, you have the same look on your face that I had when I met future wife, when my son-in-law looks at my daughter, and when my son looks at his wife. I hope it works out for you because I would love to say I witnessed the first date of Christian Pulisic and his wife.”

Quickly recognizing the man as the guy from the bar who asked for the autograph and photo, Christian responds nervously.

“She is great, but was it really that awkward and obvious it was a first date?”

The grandfatherly man laughs. “You are standing in the cold holding your cheek from a little peck. I think that makes it obvious. Good luck on Sunday, Pulisic. I’ll be cheering for you in more than one way!” The man continues to laugh as he walks away leaving Christian with a glowing red face.

Christian touches his kissed cheek again and thinks how much like a romcom this is turning out to be.

#football imagine #football x reader #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic fanfic #mason mount x oc #reece james #reece james x reader #soccer fanfiction

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niphredil-14 · 2 years

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Unearth My Heart Chapter 4 (Jason Todd/Reader)

Summary: Y/n says her final goodbyes, and her mental state takes a drastic turn, luck seems to be favoring her, but only for a moment. Warnings: Angst, violence Word Count: 3.1k Taglist: @mxsmwndr SERIES MASTERLIST

There was no wake, but the funeral was open casket. It was unexpected from Bruce, who seemed to be becoming less man and more bat with the rise and fall of the moon. She was convinced that there would have been no funeral at all if this new Bruce had anything to say about it, he seemed more inclined to just shove Jason in a box and throw some dirt on top, no service necessary. She silently praised and thanked Alfred, who she was certain played a hand in ensuring Jason had a proper sending-off. These thoughts were present, yet somehow indistinguishable from the bombardment of others in her mind as she stared down at the casket before the service. She had shown up early, wanting to say goodbye to him on her own, with her own words, that she was convinced she would be unable to muster up in the presence of others, this was between them, soulmates unfated and unblessed. Her hand was elevated, the tips of her middle and ring finger resting atop a dainty necklace that hung just below her collarbones. The chain was black, the shine a near perfect match to her tears. In her other hand she delicately grasped a note. The handwriting, though looking as if it had been scribbled, was most likely written with the utmost care and patience, it wasn’t his fault his penmanship was so terrible. She lifted it up and reread it.

Y/n, I was looking through these little shops, the whole town is full of artists, and saw this necklace. They had a bunch of ones like it, but with other gem combinations and some bracelets too, I got a bracelet for myself, and the necklace is obviously for you. I know it might seem a bit dramatic, but I like the idea of us having something matching, especially where they have both of our birthstones on each of them. I hope you like it!

Xoxo Jason

He always was dramatic, and a total romantic, but it was cute, and she would love and cherish any evidence of his life. Tucking the note into her clutch, which also held the photo he dropped, she turned her full attention back to him.

“I bet if this were a book, you’d love the irony of it all. I mean, two people finally confess to each other and one dies before they can even go on a date? That sounds like something out of a real budget movie.” She chuckled halfheartedly, her face falling quickly after. “Thank you for the necklace, I love it. I love you.” She paused, doing her best to collect herself. “I found the bracelet you mentioned in your note. I thought you might want it. I hope I’m not wrong.” Sniffling, she took the leather band out of her clutch and gazed at it, the leather was a solid black, and in the center, were two small gems, their birthstones, and on either side of the stones were two small silver beads, matching her necklace. Taking a breath, she reached forward and lifted his left hand, rolling his suit sleeve back ever so slightly to slip on and tighten the bracelet, before rolling the sleeve back down and adjusting the cuff. “It looks good on you, very handsome.” She paused again, as she often did while talking to him in that moment. “If you were still alive, I think I might hit you with an ‘I told you so,’ but given the circumstances, it doesn’t seem all that appealing. I already miss you so much, I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on, it feels like my whole world has stopped,” she was sobbing now, the tears uncontrollable and unstoppable. “Which makes sense, because it has, because you have. I- I can’t do this! I can’t keep going without you! You- you’re my everything, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to heal from this! I don’t even know if I want to. All I know is that I want you back.” She stood there for minutes, crying, the makeup she had so carefully applied in his honor smudged, running, and ruined. After what seemed like much longer than it was, she collected herself, dabbed at her eyes, and placed her hand on top of his, leaning down so that her lips hovered just above his. “I love you.” She leaned farther, and gently pressed her lips to his, as if letting all her love flow to him would somehow revive him. The kiss lasts seconds, before she lifted up just the slightest bit, speaking again. “I will always love you, Jason.” And with that she stood up, gently stroked his cheek with her thumb, and then walked away, going to hide away until the funeral officially started.

The ceremony dragged on and on, and though she wanted him to have a proper goodbye, she hated being there for it. There weren’t many people there, it was a small, private, family event. She stood there, with Alfred and Dick on either side of her, and Babs on Dick’s other side. She didn’t know Babs super well, since her main interactions with the family revolved around vigilantism, but she seemed nice, and from the few interactions they had Y/n could tell that she liked her. Though she knew him a little bit more than she did Babs, Dick was also fairly mysterious to her. They hadn’t had many interactions due to the amount of time he spent in Bludhaven, but Jason always spoke highly of him, so she figured he must be a good guy. Jason usually had good judgement, even if not recently, or when it came to his safety. Bruce was noticeably absent, hiding from his feelings, hiding from reality. After longer than she thought tolerable, the service ended, yet her feet were rooted in the dirt, unable to carry her away. She stood alone, silent, feeling as if the rain was chiseling away at her body. It was only a matter of time before she eroded, she thought, for her heart still laid with him, and if his soon-to-be decomposition spread to it, she knew she would follow suit. It had been raining since before the funeral, even the heavens mourning his death, weeping on his behalf, hiding her own tears. She saw the droplets hit the ground, but the sensation of the water on her skin had stopped. Glancing upwards, she discovered that an umbrella was being held above her head. Her eyes followed the hand that held it up the arm, and to the face, finding Alfred smiling at her softly, offering as much solace as one grieving person can to another. “Alf.” She murmured, her tears not stopping.

“Miss.” He replied, nodding at her. “I think you had better come inside now.” She shook her head, her lips forming a pitiful frown. “I know you want to be here with him, dear, but I can assure you that the last thing Master Todd would want is for you to catch a cold.” Her eyes turned back to the headstone, gazing longingly. She walked forward, her feet finally free, and placed a small kiss atop the headstone, her tears accompanying the lipstick. Turning, she walked back under the umbrella, facing the manor. She gave him a barely noticeable nod, and with that the began their trek back inside. Upon swinging open the door, he spoke to her again. “Now you head on up to you room, and I will be there shortly with a towel and some tea, alright?” She gave another nod and walked away. The rain hadn’t been heavy, and her clothes weren’t all that wet, just a bit damp, so she didn’t really see the point of the towel, but she didn’t have the energy to argue, and so she kept walking. Her footsteps stopped before she reached her bedroom, however, as the door to Jason’s was cracked just enough for her to look in and be hit with another wave of melancholy and loss. Pushing the door open farther, she was almost scared to enter. But her need to feel as though he was still with her outweighed any fear, and she padded softly into the room, breathing in his lingering scent. Slowly, she stalked over to the bed, sitting on its edge only for a moment before she broke down. Collapsing in on herself, her tears began again, this time accompanied by wails and screams of agony. She pulled her knees to her chest and began roughly scratching at her upper arms, nails digging in deep, almost drawing blood, leaving white streaks in their wake. Her head fell, his smell enveloping her bittersweet. The light from the doorway lessened, a shadow cast over her, and when she looked up, there he was again. The old man stood before her with a cup of tea and a towel, as promised, gazing down at her sadly. Silently, he placed the tea down on the nightstand and took a seat beside her, the towel discarded by his side. She threw herself on to him, her face burrowed in his lap, fingers grasping his pantleg, the fabric absorbing her tears. Startled for a moment, he placed a gentle hand on her heaving back, rubbing large, slow circles. He spoke no words, just sitting there, letting her cry into him. He was strong, she would later acknowledge, for he could not only function, but comfort her as well, when she knew all too well that he was feeling a very similar kind of loss. When the sobs subsided a bit, and her breathing calmed, she rolled to look up at him.

“Alf, I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep going. It’s only been a few days and I already feel like I’m the dead one.” Her confession was followed by a sniffle. Alfred lifted his hand to stroke her hair.

“Something that you’ll realize with age, is that life is not about knowing, or moving on and forgetting about hardships, but it is rather about learning how to live with our pain, without letting it win and overtake us, it is about learning to find joy despite our pain.” Her eyelids drooped; her eyebrows scrunched. If there was any rational part of her brain active in that moment, she might have agreed, but all that was there was her sadness, and so she heard his words, absorbed them to save for later, when they might mean something to her, but as she laid there, they held no weight, empty of definition. “It hurts now, dear, and it will hurt later, but not nearly as much, I promise.” And as a few last rogue tears dropped from her bottom lashes, she sat up, his hand moving from her back to her shoulder. She reached for the tea and took a sip. It had long since gone cold, but she turned down Alfred’s offer of a new cup, opting to sit there with a cold cup than to lose his comfort even for a moment. Cold tea was preferable to loneliness any day. Though she drank slowly, trying to hold on to the moment, so tired and scared of the world’s continuous turning, it was inevitable, and when the liquid had vanished from the porcelain, they stood, the butler taking the cup, and her the towel, as they walked two different directions. She was far from healed, but she did feel better, even if only a little bit.

The next few weeks were all spent the same. She would wake up around noon, grab a small plate of food, and bring it out to his grave to pick at throughout the day. Though she would only eat half of it. The other half, in her mind at least, was his, and when the day came to an end and she left it outside for him, she would feel a sliver of joy upon finding out the next ay that the food was gone. It was, undoubtedly, animals eating it, but it made her feel like he was still there, still breathing, just more shy than he had been. She had stopped going to school, had fought tooth and nail to sit by his grave from just after sunrise to far past sunset. She would talk somedays, listen others. Sometimes Dick would come outside and sit by her, but it didn’t make much of a difference to her. Watching her cycle became painful to everyone involved, and it took only a couple of weeks before a certain proactive butler had to do something about it. The next morning came, and she walked into the kitchen right on schedule, looking as depressed as she had since the burial. She nodded and hummed at Alfred, the most of a greeting he had been able to get out of her up until then. But that morning, he was determined to receive words.

“Good morning, Miss Y/n.” His voice was steady and firm, he was the only constant in the manor since the loss of Jason, and that was reflected in his every mannerism. Her eyes flitted over to him, offering only prolonged eye contact and a slow blink as a response. Once she was sure he understood her acknowledgement, she began filling her small plate with various snacks. “I need to ask a favor of you.” She paused her movements, only for a moment, showing that she had heard him, then continued. Out of her peripheral, she saw him reach into his pocket and retrieve a folded piece of paper. Extending to note to her, he began to explain. “I need you to run to the store and pick up some things for me. I have my hands full today, and I think you could use the time out of the manor.” She froze again, slowly looking at the paper being held out to her. Apprehension shone bright in her eyes before she finally spoke. Her voice was small, barely there, as it shook and cracked like that of someone who had spent an exponential time crying.

“I want to spend the day with Jason.” Unlike her voice, her face was firm, and there was a wavering in Alfred’s gaze, his hand lowering just a fraction. He knew her pain, but he knew even more how unhealthy her routine was for her mental state. He placed the list down on the kitchen island in front of her and gave it a little pat. “After you run the errand, you can spend the rest of the day with him, alright?” Relenting with a sigh and downcast eyes, she agreed, grabbing the note, and looked through the list. It was a basic collection of groceries and household items, and she figured the trip would be quick enough. Reaching into his pockets once more, Alfred handed her a credit card, smiling and thanking her for her help.

The sun seemed brighter, though not in a nice way. Its rays seemed to permeate her very being, and there was too much going on around in her surroundings. It was her first time going out since his death, and she was convinced that her own death wouldn’t be far off if she had to stay out much longer. The hood tugged down over her face did little to hide her, and her only comfort was seeing that there were only three items left on the list. Pushing the cart as fast as she could while still moping, which, in actuality, wasn’t all that fast. She was just reaching for the detergent when her attention was drawn to the front doors, which had just been blown off their hinges by an explosion. She heard him before she saw him, and his laugh had her frozen. The sound was ringing in her ears, bouncing around in her skull. Maybe Jason was looking out for her from the other side, maybe he had heard her when she told his gravestone how much she dreamed of maiming the clown that put him there. She figured that he must have, because not only was the Joker standing only about fifty feet from her, but just next to the detergent she had been reaching for was the kitchen supplies, including knives and scissors. Though she was seething and seeing red, there was a clarity in the back of her mind, and using the chaos and fear of those around her as distraction, she subtly backed up her cart, grabbed a large knife and some scissors, and used them to open one another, slipping out of her shoes to add stealth when she saw her opportunity. The Joker was alone, or so he seemed to be, and once he had turned away from her, she took her chance and began to sprint. When she was merely feet from him, she lunged, shouting. Him turning around at her yell was a terrible mistake, for her knife landed in his neck, being tugged down tearing it open when they feel to the ground, her atop him. She pulled hard, ignoring his pushes, punches, and writhes, and the knife came free, only to be right back down, lower this time. The blade lodged into his chest, crushing ribs in the process, yet he only laughed, the pain seeming nonexistent to him. That didn’t cause any hesitation for her, as she kept stabbing and stabbing and stabbing. The squish and crunch, and cackles not sounding any more sickening to her than they did in her nightmares, where she saw a similar scene, only without herself.

“Give him back! Give him back, you bastard!” She screamed. At some point, the knife was knocked from her grasp, but it would take a lot more than that to get her to stop. At the loss of her weapon, she began to punch the man below her, to scratch him. She grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed his head down hard on the tile flooring, only to pull him up to meet him with a headbutt until there was a mix of their blood dripping down her face and adding to the sea of red surrounding them. The laughing stopped, and the body under her went limp, but she wasn’t given the opportunity to celebrate, or to enjoy her victory, for she looked up only to find herself surrounded by lackies, lead by a one blonde lover and sidekick of the clown. All she saw was a barrel pointed at her.

BANG!

And then everything went black.

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burritoreviewsstuff · 10 months

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So I watched Oppenheimer

Disclaimer: I am writing this review and analysis as an independent critic and am not sponsored in any means by any major film corporation.

Never before have I expected a biopic turn into a psychological horror film in its third act. There were no winners in this movie and it was overall dramatized to distinguish fact from fiction.

Not gonna lie, I hardly knew anything about the details of the Manhattan Project or who Oppenheimer even was before watching this. Probably because they never taught us this part of history or I just forgot.

I’ve been doing some research over the past couple of hours since watching the film. That is, I watched ‘The Day After Trinity’ and read through some Wikipedia articles. This movie is so beautifully that I refused to believe that a good chunk of it was based on real history because of how the story was told to make it look like we should feel sorry for what Oppie went through (YES I REALIZED THAT THEY NAMED THE MARS ROVER AFTER THIS GUY HALFWAY THROUGH THE FILM. SUE ME). I don’t feel empathetic for what these scientists did. They wanted to play God and played God they did.

From what I could find, mostly everything in the film DID happen to some extent. The only thing that stuck out to me (plot-wise) is Oppie’s relationship with Niels Bohr not being as structured in the film as it was in real life. I think they meant to Max Born at the beginning of the film, but it is true that Bohr did eventually ended up working on the Manhattan Project (though the movie tells us that Bohr left Los Alamos fairly quickly after his escape from Copenhagen). The other being that they left out the feeling at Los Alamos during the scene before the realization of sheer horror of what they had done should have been ‘thank god it wasn’t a dud’ - actual testimony from Frank Oppenheimer.

Other than that, from what testimonies I heard and what I have read, a LOT of the movie is fairly accurate to how events played out over a period of time between the 1920’s all the way up to 1958 during Lewis Strauss’s Secretary of Commerce hearing. Even small details like Oppie’s hat and even most of the actors looking nearly identical to their real-life counterparts during the time the movie happened was really well done.

I give a standing ovation to the costume and makeup departments and artists who worked on this film because if Einstein’s look was all done by hand with no CGI involved, I would have thought the man himself rose from his grave just to star in this film.

And all the actors did a fantastic job playing their roles. Gillian Murphy as Oppenheimer was fantastic and brought a sense of humanity to the role. Robert Downey Jr had me do a double take because this is one of his first movies post-MCU (I initially thought it was his first but then I completely forgot that trash fire of a movie that was Dolittle that my mother and I went to see and I’m glad after three years I have forgotten about that dumpster fire) and is it very refreshing to see what he is capable of now that he doesn’t have to be Tony Stark 24/7 since he is free from the reigns of Disney. It was seriously satisfying for him to be able to drop the F-Bomb. The quipiness of his acting is subdued in this film, but Stark left some scars on the way he acts and it still kind of peeks through during certain scenes. Also, to finally have him be in a more villainous role was a good change up for his acting career (if this movie had a true villain, it would be Strauss since he resented Oppenheimer IRL, not sure if it was simply because of berating during a hearing about isotopes, but he hated the man’a guts to slander him as a Commie due to the people he associated with and his “left-wing views”).

Another thing that I did not understand is why did the hearing scene have to be in black and white while the rest of the scenes were in color. And I want to know why people kept putting marbles into those jars.

I can’t complain too much, because as jam-packed this story already is at 3 hours, if every little detail was put on the screen, Oppenheimer would have longer than the Director’s Cut of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. And I know Critikal said that this movie flew by despite its run time, but I disagree. It was very fast paced until the climax of the movie, that being the bomb drop. It was there that the movie started to crawl a bit because it is here that the results of both hearings (the one taking place in 1954 and the other in 1958) are coming to a close and they are trying to squeeze in any remaining characters that are relevant to the plot their final time to shine before the movie ends.

Overall, this movie is a solid 8.5/10.

#oppenheimer

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greenteaanon · 2 years

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While I work on the honkai sagau I shall give this to you, cause I am on edge. WE NEED AN ABYSS!LUMINE X READER

I love villains so, maybe like S/O's family is very known for their family being all heroic and kind to all people of all Teyvat. And whatever time and place S/O met Lumine, and she showed her how cruel people can be this made S/O change ways and joined the abyss.

Does it make sense? 😭

Literally thought of this last minute yes

~ azuka (p.s i fuckd your mom)

First of all, How fucking Dare you, when will you live that down

Also THANK YOU FOR 420 FOLLOWERS

Disclaimers: Fem!Reader because Azuka dm'ed me so. Also Normal AU (the way Normal AU is all Azuka's asks) pronouns are still They/them but theres Fem Gendered terms

Open your Eyes

It was peaceful afternoon on a hill in the woods, you were under a tree reading a book "Archons! what do you want!?" You growled at the tyrant girl infront of you. "You~" she cooed. 'This Girl!—' you thought holding your book closer. "—To Realize that the world is corrupt and people are greedy and egotistical, Even those beloved parents of yours" She winked. "I know people are greedy and prideful, But Don't. Bring my parents into this." You hit her on the chest. She clutches her chest acts as if she was hurt "Ah!- you wound me my dear~"

"Don't call my 'mY dEaR' I'm not yours" You turned away. "Not yet~" she flirted you groaned in response. "Come on give me a chance~ Let me show you the real society~" she slid behind you and grabbed your shoulder.

"No, Farewell Lumine." You walked away, back to your family's manor.

"Oh you will see my Dear, Soon." She whispered into the wind.

"Mom, Dad I'm back!" You called out in the Foyer. You had heard them arguing in their office "That Damn Traveler is stealing our fame" Your Father shouts "And so what! what are we supposed to do about it" You mother was stressed for this but she was right so what.

"The only thing we need to resort to again" You father said in a dark Voice. "What we get him out of the spotlight forcefully?" Your eyes widen at the possibility "I'll call the boys, He'll disappear in no time" He smiled darkly. You couldn't hold it anymore "MOTHER! FATHER! WHAT DO YOU MEAN??" You Shouted in rage, you have never spoken up to your parents before and this was the start.

"Oh Sweetheart Its nothing~" your mother cooed, "Nothing? Nothing?! Your Talking about killing off a person because their stealing your fame!" They were shocked at your outlash "This is not how you speak Young lady!" Your father shakily scolded. "I'll Speak how I Fucking want to" You raised you voice louder. Breathing Heavily "Maybe Lumine was Right" You ran to your room, You were upset, sobbing into a pillow.

You are in your room,makeup smeared on the pillow you cry. "Seems like I was right" You felt the mattress sink right beside you. "Not right now you Trespasser" You spoke into your pillow. "Such Hurtful words, Open your Eyes my dear, The world is cruel, And I invite you to join me" she stood up and held her hand to you. You look up from the now mascara stained pillow. You were about to grab her hand when—

"YOUNG LADY LET US IN, PLEASE ITS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD" it was your mother you can hear your father cursing quietly behind her.

"What do you say, We don't have Much time" she stuck her hand out more. You grasped her hand tightly, "Fine." You deeply and frustratedly breathed out. As your parents broke the door down they saw you holding Lumine's hand. "WHO ARE YOU TO TOUCH OUR DAUGHTER?" They shouted at her. "I'm their Lover, and so what" you were about to interrupt until you saw her sly smile.

Then you got an idea, taking her other hand, looking directly at your now more angry parents. "Yea....YEA! She's my Lover! and so what!" You grabbed her cheeks and pulled her face to her lips. She eased in quickly. Both of you pulled away. You didn't want to "We should go now, My Dear~"her sly smile bigger, "Shall we go?" You nodded to her. She led you to a portal.

And that's how your here. Next to her on her throne in the abyss. You snuggled up to her book in hand. "Your highness....You are required in the Enkanomiya" She Looks at you with a loving grin "Would you like to join me?" You giggled "Of couse~"

A bit tipsy in the chasm from exiting the portal, both of you walked around looking for the abyss camps.

"The atmosphere here is calming but eerie it reminds me of the abyss" You walked Infront of Lumine trying to catch a Lucklight fly. "It really does.."

Then it went quiet "Lumine?....." "Oh so that's her name?" A voice spoke behind you. "Get away from me, Father." You snarled at your disgusting creature you call a father. "No. You're going home young Lady." He snapped back. "LET ME GO!" You started to harshly pull your wrist away.

Little did you know. You wer rin your parents hide out in the chasm. Now tied down to a chair. "Your cruel..Both of you, youre aware of that...right?" You Sassily spoke. They didn't respond. "Y'know your making enemies with the abyss" you spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "oh really?" Your Mother said. "Imagine taking the consort of the Abyssal Princess,who just wanted to live with her dear darling beloved princess,I wonder how the media will react" you mocked. And a whirr of a portal appeared behind them. "Right on cue Darling"

A miasma of dark mist and fog flooded the room. Oh dear. "How...DARE YOU HURT MY BELOVED, YOU ARE MOSNTERS THAT DESERVE TO BURN" Lumine shouted Letting her sword Peirce guard who tried to shoot her.

Needless to say the public media no longer like your parents. And you lived in the abyss in silent Peace.

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WHOOO DONE AFTER A MONTH

#green tea sumagot #tea and moots #greenteaanon #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact villain au #abyss lumine #lumine #lumine x reader #villain reader #abyss princess lumine #lumine fluff #lumine fanfic #lumine appreciation #tea's rotting drafts

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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heyyy can i request an austin imagine? the reader is a famous singer and she doesnt have the best reputation however she gets with austin butler and everyone tries to warn him and to stay away from her and when theyre out the paparazzi say something like “shes not good for you!” or “shes taking advantage of you!” and then when they get home the reader cant control her sob that was hanging in her throat and she starts crying and austin comforts her

Starstruck

tw: none! || word count: 875 || rating: pg

A/N: nonnie you have been so incredibly patient with me haha. you were one of my first requests + i apologize for taking literally forever to get your request out, but i hope you enjoy it!

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“Y/N! Over here! Give us a smile please! When can we expect your new album?”

“Soon! I’m recording next week!”

You spin toward the paparazzi and flash your sexiest smile, propping your hand on your hip. As you turn more to satisfy the blinding flashing lights and loud shouts, you suddenly feel fingers sliding over the silk of your waist. A smirk spreads across your face. You bend your neck slightly to glance back at the tall blondie sliding in behind you.

“Hi hot stuff,” Austin says into your ear in a low raspy voice.

“Oh, hi there,” you reply in a sultry tone. You wiggle your fingers down on his back, lighting tapping his bum with a smirk.

“You look incredible tonight, baby,” he says, and you flip around to pose with him for a few photos. You drape your fingers over his chest on the exposed skin between the two open flaps of his white top.

“You’re not looking too shabby yourself.”

You both look at each other, sharing a smile and wandering eyes that drop down to each other’s lips.

“Y/N what do you have to say about the rumors that you cheated on Alex?” one of the paparazzi yells.

You freeze, your smile dropping. You falter for a moment, but Austin’s hand on your back steadies you. You smile through the nerves, pretending you hadn't heard him.

“Austin how do you know you can trust Y/N after her previous cheating allegations? Are you concerned that she’ll do the same to you?” another paparazzi shouts.

Your entire body tenses up as you glance up at Austin. You can see him clenching his jaw, but he responds calmly.

“No. I’m not. Because I don’t think she ever did in the first place. Rumors are rampant in Hollywood. Just cause they go around doesn't mean they're true.

A slight sense of relief passes over you but fades quickly as you get ushered inside for the screening. You feel your palms growing sweaty and cold. A deep feeling of dread settles into your chest, pressing on your ribcage. You are meant to go take your seat, but hang back, gently pulling on Austin’s sleeve.

“You go on in,” you say shakily. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll meet you in there.”

And before he has a chance to respond, you spin on your heel and rush into the bathroom. As you stuff yourself into a stall, your eyes start to release hot tears. You wipe them away as soon as they fall, trying not to ruin your makeup.

It has been a very difficult stretch for you. Your most recent album has been a huge hit and you couldn't be more proud. You had been in a committed relationship with your ex-partner for several years. But for almost an entire year you’d left for the European leg of your tour and had made a mistake that will seem to haunt you forever. You have hoped with every fiber of your being that everyone would just move on after the story had been leaked, blown up, and destroyed your relationship and public image.

But they hadn't moved on. You had become synonymous with the word “cheater” and the bright red bold letters plastered all over your face on magazine covers and online articles had all but destroyed your reputation.

Luckily, in recent months, you’ve heard almost nothing about it and have been thinking that you’re finally in the clear. Apparently not.

You sniff a few times, grabbing some toilet paper to dab at your eyes before leaving the bathroom. You stop in front of the mirror to refresh yourself. As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you falter, seeing Austin sitting on the bench outside of the screening room. He stands when he sees you, approaching to grab your hands.

“Are you alright, baby?” he asks.

“Yeah these Cannes photographers are just… hardcore,” you reply nervously. You bite your lip to keep it from trembling as more emotion washes over you.

He cups your face in his hands.

“Listen, love, I don’t believe a goddamn word they say,” he whispers, stroking your cheek.

“You should, though,” you reply even quieter. You sniff but it’s not enough to hold back the flood that crashes through the dam.

“No, no, baby,” he mutters, dragging you over to the bench. “Everything’s alright, my love. Everything is just fine.”

“I already don't have the best reputation,” you wail through tears. “And now everyone thinks that a cheater is all I am! Just because I was trapped in a loveless relationship and made a mistake! It was just an accident, Austin! I’m not a cheater, and I would never, ever cheat on you. I love you so much! More than any love I’ve ever experienced!”

He pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back.

“I know, babe, I know,” he says, “I believe you. And hey…”

He lifts your face up to his, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He lifts your lips to his, gently kissing you. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on yours.

“I love you so much,” he presses a kiss to your cheekbone. “And nothing will ever change that.”

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🦋 mila

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