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✦ INVISIBLE STRING THEORY →【ELLIE WILLIAMS】→ CHAPTER TWO
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pairings: modern!marine ellie x reader
summary: the marines didn’t ruin ellie. ellie ruined ellie. after being medically discharged she feels lost. being sent to live with joel is more of a last ditch effort to save her and less of a fun reunion for the father-daughter duo. jackson is worlds different than chicago, but the fresh air and sprawling countrysides are a welcome reprieve. ellie finds herself finding comfort in more than just the change in scenery though. after losing your girlfriend due to an accident you feel as though you’ll never find love again- but that was before meeting ellie williams. the two of you figure out that you have more in common than just the fact that she and your girlfriend were both marines though. tethered by some invisible string, the two of you meeting has to be fate. who would have known that you were the golden ticket to ellie’s recovery?
warnings: eventual smut! lots of tension building and mutual pining. ellie falls first and hard. small town girl meets a frightening, strong ex marine. TW: talk of panic attacks, ptsd episodes and death. come for the ellie smut and stay for the plot and fluff. (A/N: this chapter is just plot/character building. next chapter we're getting to the good stuff)
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The old farm truck rocked back and forth as you made your way up the all-too familiar dirt path, heading in the direction of the greenhouses. You’d already let the hens out to graze and feed and the last thing you had to do before dropping today’s produce off was check on the nurseries. 
Johnny Cash’s southern twang hummed gently over the speakers, your well worn-in cassette tape having been the first thing you reached for this morning. The sun had risen just a few hours ago, and after a few cups of much needed coffee you were ready to go. 
The caffeine had done the lord's work, having cleared your brain of any anxious background noise. You could actually function when you had tasks at hand. The second you slowed down though… well, that was a different story. You were trying hard not to imagine Abby sitting beside you in the beat-to-hell red pickup, her blonde braid tossed over her shoulder as she stuck her arm out of the window. You used to joke about her being part dog, what with her loving the wind on her face so much. You missed being able to reach out and wrap a stray strand of blonde hair around your finger, only giving it a soft tug when those blue eyes of hers looked at you with a little too much heat behind them. 
So instead of looking at the empty passenger seat you busied yourself with turning up the volume, country music crackling over the shot, old speakers. You all but jumped out of the car the second you put the car in park, ready to get your hands dirty and your mind preoccupied.
You couldn’t remember how many times the two of you had snuck off to the greenhouse when your mother had gotten a little too overbearing back when she still lived in the main house with you. There wasn’t a single surface in the old rickety building that abby hadn’t fucked you on or vice versa. 
You walked along the rows and rows of seedlings, looking for any sign of water rot or bug infestations. Everything was perfect, every stem and leaf a vibrant green. Tomatoes, all different kinds of summer squash, and beans of every variety; you had the gift of a green thumb. Your father was more than happy to sign his company over to you right before he passed. All five acres of his property belonged to you now, and with that every bit of responsibility had been placed upon your shoulders. You used to resent the fact that you were so young and in charge of so much. Now you were thankful for the constant work. Distractions. You hated seeing your dad’s life work being summed up as a mere distraction, but it was the only thing that got you out of bed in the morning. 
Everyone in the family knew that your dad had wanted a boy when your mother’s pregnancy was first announced. It was a family business, the job having been passed down to him by his own father. Still, he had been ecstatic to show you the ropes. Rather than taking up dance or art like most other little girls your age, you spent your free time elbow deep in mud. You wore the bows and fussed over getting new outfits, but overalls were your daily uniform. 
You wore a pair even today, your work boots tightly fastened to ward away any unwanted pecks from overprotective mother hens. Today was bound to be monotonous, as it always was. All you had to do was repot a few strawberry plants. Maybe if you were lucky a goat would find a hole in the gate and escape. At least it would give you something to worry about that wasn’t Abby related. 
You slunk over towards the sinks, pumping soap into your dirt covered palm to wash off the dirt. You rubbed your hands together to begin lathering but froze when you realized your right hand felt bare. You brushed your thumb against your middle finger only to realize that it was just as you had feared. 
Your ring. It wasn’t there. 
White hot dread locked your limbs as you turned your hand over, the dainty opal missing from your middle finger. You blinked, hoping that you were just seeing things. You didn’t even turn off the sinks before racing back over to the repotting table, as if the promise ring had grown legs and would escape you. Your eyes frantically searched the table, pain shooting through your knees as you dropped down on all fours, pushing dirt and leaves aside to get a better vantage point. Nothing. It wasn’t there. 
“Oh god. No! No, no, no.” You all but screamed, eyes filling with tears as you pulled yourself off. 
You broke out into a nervous sweat, the blood rushing from your head. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening right now. 
You didn’t care if you killed the plants, you ripped the strawberries up by their stems, shaking their roots out as you searched their new pots. 
Every. Single. One. 
Empty. 
Abby had given you that ring just before her last deployment, promising that she would be giving you the real thing once she got back. Of course, she never did. It was single handedly the most important piece of jewelry that you had ever owned, even above your grandmother’s pearls and engagement ring. How could you be so reckless? Why hadn’t you thought to leave it in the car? 
“Stupid! I’m so fucking stupid!” You screamed, tossing a clay pot on the ground in a fit of anger. It shattered behind you, exploding into a thousand tiny pieces. 
You spent an hour sifting through dirt and untangling roots before you finally realized that it was a lost cause. The ring was gone. You’d wrecked the entire greenhouse in your frantic search and the strawberries were just as you expected: dead. 
You slammed the door shut behind you, the old window panes shaking with the force. You had barely thrown yourself into the pickup before your body was wracked with full body sobs. White knuckling the steering wheel you leaned your head forward, completely unbothered as the horn blared. 
How could you lose something so precious to you? It had been the last gift that you had ever received from Abby. The last. There was no possible way to replace something that was that special to you. Her hands had touched that ring. She’d been nervous to give it to you in the first place, anxious that two years hadn’t been enough time to give you something that sentimental. It was the meaning behind it that had you clutching at your chest, your fingernails digging into your shirt as if you could rip your heart straight out from between your ribs. 
She was going to replace that ring once she got back. Give you the “real deal” once she was back home and able to have a ceremony. 
But there would never be a ceremony. Never another ring. Never another Abby. 
Never. Never. Never. 
It felt like you were losing a piece of her, and with that came the revelation- the same one that you’ve already had a thousand times- that she was really gone. There would be no do-overs; no alternate universes where the two of you could be together. The reality of your situation sat heavy in your throat, clogging your airway. 
The loss of Abby had eclipsed your heart completely, and darkness was all that was left. 
You stayed in the car until your eyes had practically swelled shut and there were no more tears to shed. 
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The car ride back to her childhood home was completely silent, the only sound being the engine of Joel’s shiny new truck. She did her best to compliment him on the new purchase, but Ellie was sure that she didn’t sound even half as enthusiastic as she had hoped she would. She didn’t feel like being an actress today. Not when he already knew how bad she was doing. Joel had taken one look at her as she got off of the plane and frowned, grabbing her bags only after giving her a bone shattering side hug. 
“Well I missed ya,” He finally spoke, causing her to jump in surprise. The sound of his baritone voice soothed her nerves over though. “I’ve really missed you annoyin’ the hell outta me at all hours of the day.” 
Ellie cracked a small smile at that, leaning her head into the plush leather seat. The last time she saw Joel was when she had first been transferred to the Kindred Hospital back in Chicago, which was where she had rotted away for a full week. Her eye and face healed up quickly but her back was a different story. She’d been burned badly and had all of the nasty scars to prove it. He had stayed by her bedside for the entire week and had helped her to readjust to being back home in her apartment. The nearly debilitating pain was the only thing that had distracted her from the gravity of her situation back then. 
Her therapist said it was normal to disassociate for long periods of time when the body and mind are put under so much stress. Ellie still felt like Ellie back then, but it was only because she didn’t have any real grasp on reality. It was just a few days after Joel left that she finally snapped out of it. She was one of the only five that survived. She was told that landmines were the cause of so many deaths in Iraq. 
“It happens all the time out there. You didn’t know. It’s not your fault.”  
She didn’t want her unit to just be another statistic. They weren’t just numbers. They were people who had loved ones at home. Loved ones that they had to leave for months and months on end. She couldn’t help but shoulder all of the blame. Ellie was the one that had led them out there in the first place. It was her fault, so why hadn’t she died right along with them? She would have considered herself lucky if she had lost her life right along with them. These were the people that she saw daily. Ellie had developed deep friendships with every member of her unit. She knew the details of all of their lives- the names of their children and loved ones back at home, what they wanted to do with their lives once they were dismissed- how could she not feel like someone had ripped her soul to shreds? How could she not constantly remind herself, every second of every goddamn day, that she was the reason. 
She was a ghost. A mere shell of the person that she once was and she had no one to blame but herself. 
“I didn’t know you liked me being annoying so much,” Still, she turned to Joel and cracked him a small smile. It was more for his sake and less for hers though. “I’ll make sure to turn it up a notch while I’m here.” 
The older man grumbled, shaking his head slightly as he kept his eyes on the country roads in front of him. “That sounds like a threat.” 
Ellie could tell that he was playing with her. They were professionals when it came to teasing each other, often to the point that people thought that they were seriously bickering. The short haired female let herself settle into the normalcy of the moment. He hadn’t mentioned anything about the accident or her mental state yet, so it was easy to pretend that things were still…okay. 
So that’s exactly what she did. She began to pretend. Ellie allowed herself to be transported back in time. This was just another Tuesday. She’d get back home and sweet talk Joel into cooking her an after school snack. Then she’d go up to her room and procrastinate doing her homework so that she could reread one of her comics. 
“Got anything good in here?” Ellie asked before opening up the center console. “I’m not gonna find anything nasty, am I?” 
Joel’s lips pursed as he tried to fight off a smile. “Don’t go rifflin’ through my shit, kiddo.” 
Her eyes snagged on a familiar purple book, and for the first time in a while something yawned to life in her chest. Joy. 
“What do we have here?” She pulled out the book of puns, using it to fan herself before she cracked the bad boy open. 
“Ah, don’t start.” He groaned. 
She didn’t take the time to wonder why he had put the well loved book in his brand new truck. Instead of allowing herself to be overcome with endearment she flipped to a random page, her lips turning up in the first genuine smile she’d had in months. 
“Where can you find a tiny coke?” She asked him, turning in her seat so that she could face him, tucking one of her converse-clad feet underneath her. 
“Hey! Get your dirty shoes off of my new upholstery!” Joel reached over and gave her knee a slap. 
Ellie reared back, holding the book of puns tight to her chest. 
“Come on, try and guess.”
He groaned, rolling his eyes as he leaned his arm against the door. 
“I don’t know… tiny town.” 
Her nose wrinkled, an eyebrow quirking up at his half assed answer. 
“Shitty guess, but alright.” She mumbled under her breath. “Mini-soda.” 
“Hilarious.” He said sarcastically, turning onto the familiar drive. 
“I think I saw you smile though.”She leaned over to give his cheek a poke, but he swiftly batted her hand away. 
The truck’s all-terrain tires crunched over the gravel driveway, revealing the only real home she’d ever lived in. The house and yard looked exactly the same as it had whenever she was a teenager. She sighed out a breath of relief, not knowing how much well she would have handled any sort of severe change. Ellie opened the passenger side door before Joel had a chance to put the car in park, eager to settle in after the flight. She wanted to shower, and that surprised her a bit. A welcome surprise.  
Maybe things would be better for her here.  
“You didn’t turn my old room into some perverted sex dungeon while I was gone, did you?” She teased as she grabbed her tan duffel bag, easily tossing it over her shoulder as she bounded up the stairs. 
He laughed as a response, following close behind her so that he could unlock the front door. She didn’t know why he even bothered. He lived in the middle of nowhere, and they rarely got visitors. 
“I’ve got some guitars in there that are worth a fortune.” He’d told her the last time she’d asked. 
It had been one of the few times that Ellie had snuck out of the house after curfew. She’d been unable to haul herself back into her second story window once she’d gotten back home and had been forced to sleep in the beat up old hatchback that he had bought her for her sixteenth birthday. Breakfast that morning had been… tense, to say the least. 
“I didn’t touch your room… but I did get a dog, so make sure not to let her out.” 
She paused at that, turning to look at him with wide eyes. There had been a strict “no animals” rule back when she lived with him. She never thought she’d see the day where Joel Miller would adopt a pet, let alone a dog. 
“You got a dog?” She was still in disbelief and half expected him to fucking with her. 
“Buckley is a good boy. He shits on the floor sometimes and barks all hours of morning though. It’s almost like having you home.” He teased, bumping his shoulder against hers so that he could shove his key into the lock. 
The deadbolt clicked open, and low and behold there was a dog. He looked like some sort of lab mix, his pink tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he anxiously waited for his owner’s return. Ellie was too excited to come up with a witty response to Joel’s joke. She tossed her duffle down on the couch, quickly getting down on her knees so that she could pet the dog. 
“He’s not much of a guard dog, is he?” He asked, closing the door behind him. 
The second that Ellie’s hand tangled into his thick black fur he flopped down, eager for love. Ellie smirked, looking at Joel over her shoulder. 
“I don’t know. He looks pretty ferocious to me.” 
The sudden knock on the door had Ellie’s lips downturning, eyebrows pinching in confusion. She didn’t like the idea of company right now, and the last thing she wanted was to socialize with anyone. For a second she feared that he had called a doctor or therapist to come out to the house to see her. She wasn’t sure if she could take another “come to Jesus” meeting this week, and she was barely holding it together as is. Ellie put her hands on her knees, pushing herself up to stand before she nodded at the door. 
“Company?” She simply asked, crossing her arms over her chest. 
Joel ignored her obvious distaste, wrenching the door open quickly before she could stop him. It sure as hell wasn’t Tommy. . . and Ellie doubted that most doctors wore overalls, even in Jackson. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, the golden rays shone through the vast expanse of trees on the property, making it almost look like the world was on fire. The warm glow behind the beautiful stranger made her look ethereal almost, her eyes watery and cheeks flushed. At her feet was a cardboard box packed to the brim with fruits and vegetables. All at once Ellie became startlingly aware of the fact that she looked like absolute hammered shit. Her hair was a frizzy mess, her skin was paler than it had ever been before, and she was wearing an old NASA shirt and dingy sweatpants. If she noticed her disheveled appearance she didn’t show it. 
The smile that she beamed in Joel’s direction didn’t quite reach her eyes, and a strange sense of understanding flickered in Ellie’s gaze as she took a few inquisitive steps forward. Ellie Williams knew what suffering was like; true suffering. Looking at her was like looking in a mirror, her well hidden misery plain as day to the auburn haired female. 
“Sorry I’m so late, Mr Miller. My truck was giving me problems.” Her voice was beautiful. Melodic in a way that Ellie’s wasn’t. 
Spring. . . this girl was spring incarnate. 
And she was lying through her teeth. 
She’d been crying. Ellie could tell. Still, Joel was already peeking his head out of the door, looking in the direction of where she had parked. 
“I could take a look at it for you.” He was being dismissed with a small wave of your hand before he could even get the words fully out. 
“That’s so nice of you, but I’ve got it cranking up again. It shouldn’t give me any more trouble today.” Her hair fell off of her shoulder as she leaned down to pick up the box.
Ellie moved forward without thinking, picking up the heavy box for the girl before her fingers could even grip the sides of the cardboard. “Here, let me get it.” She said, craning her neck up so that she could speak directly to the woman. 
There wasn’t a single thing about you that Ellie found undesirable. In that moment she was completely certain that you were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, even with the pain and memory that swirled behind your bright eyes. Their eyes locked, and much to Ellie’s embarrassment, she held her gaze. She watched her with the same sort of silent appreciation. 
“-I think it would be good for her. What do you say?” Ellie hadn’t noticed that Joel had been talking the entire time. 
The woman blinked a few times, tearing her eyes away from Ellie. “Huh? I’m sorry, do you mind repeating that?” She was nervously tucking a few strands of unruly hair behind her ear, shifting in place on the front porch. 
“I was just saying that Ellie is going to be staying out here with me. I think working with you on the farm would be good for her. It would help her to get out of the house, and I know you’ve been pretty busy since it’s just you running things now.” Joel put a hand on Ellie’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Supportive. Non-judgemental. He was reminding her what would be good for her mental state right now, and having something to do with her hands would certainly help to take her mind off of things. 
“O-Oh!” The girl’s lips parted in shock, her eyes flickering between the two of them. “Yeah, I don’t see why not. I get a pretty early start though, so don’t feel obligated to wake up as early as I do.” 
“I’ll wake up.” Ellie said quickly, nodding her head. 
Her words held a tone of desperation and it had Joel’s head whipping around in her direction. He probably wasn’t expecting her to be so supportive of his last minute idea. She couldn’t be sure if it was because she genuinely wanted to get her mind off of things or if the farm girl’s looks had anything to do with her enthusiasm. Ellie couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt drawn to someone like this. Relationships were the last thing on her mind these days. 
“Can you start tomorrow?” The other girl asked, shoving her hands into her front pockets. 
Adorable. She was adorable. Ellie felt her breath hitch and all she could do was nod as an answer for your question. 
“Alright. . . “She began to trail off, backing up a few steps on the porch. It seemed like you were in a bit of a hurry. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 
“Tomorrow.” Ellie repeated back to her. 
She leaned back, lifting the box higher up on her chest so that she could watch the woman get back into her mud stained pickup truck. She only took a step back when Joel started to close the door on her. 
“So you’re actually fine with that? I didn’t think you would go for it, honestly.” Joel rubbed at his stubbled chin, flashing her a small smile of approval. 
“There’s no way I want to be stuck in a house with your ass all hours of the day.” Ellie quipped, walking to the kitchen so that she could place the vegetables on the countertop. 
“I think workin’ there would be good for the both of you. That poor girl has had an awful year. . . I think you’d be good for each other. She needs a friend.” Joel’s voice was somber as he followed her into the kitchen. 
Ellie turned to face the older man, swallowing hard as he leaned against the doorway. He was being a bit cryptic. It seemed like he didn’t want to be the one to tell Ellie the girl’s business. Still, she was curious, and she didn’t want to be blind sided tomorrow just in case she wanted to talk about it. Ellie wasn’t usually nosey, but she had a strong urge to get to know her. 
“What do you mean by that?” Ellie’s first guess was that she had to be going through some sort of divorce. Joel had mentioned the fact that she was on her own now, so coming to that conclusion was natural. 
“No, nothin’ like that,” He cleared his throat before pushing off of the door frame, slowly beginning to unload the box's contents. “She lost her girlfriend and her father this year. She’s the kindest girl. . . you’d never know how much she’s sufferin’ based on how she acts.” 
“Oh.” Ellie frowned, having realized that your mourning must be the reason for your sad, sad eyes. She understood how it felt to lose so many people so close together. Better than anyone, really.
“Oh.” 
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An Offer · part 01
pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 3,4k warnings: language, typical mafia themes, men talking, a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!
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series summary: When your father dies, the only thing you can do for your family and the empire he built, is to marry a powerful man.
chapter sneak peek: At first he looked directly into your eyes, but soon his stare carefully slid lower. The muscles of his face highlighted as he clenched his jaw, something raw appeared in his eyes. You also glanced down at yourself and stumbled at how your body reacted to the cold and the undeniable electricity hanging in the air. It spread only between you and Bucky.
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When your father died, you only had time to fit all the stages of grief into one brief episode of momentary shock, then your thoughts revolved solely around the future of the Family. Besides your mother and younger sister, you had to take care of business. And even though you understood the rules of the dark world you grew up in, no one had ever explained to you what decisions you should make to prevent the empire your father had created from crumbling. 
The warm rays of the setting sun were breaking through between the gravestones. You had to admit that the sun made everything a little better. Ironically, everything around you seemed to be coming to life; the greening grass, the budding leaves on the trees, the birds singing somewhere in the background. Even the slight rain didn't seem so bothersome when the sun was warming your skin and there was a crisp spring breeze in the air. 
You couldn’t focus on the ceremony, your thoughts were occupied by something else entirely. You were unable to ignore the fact that, as the minutes passed, your high heels were being swallowed up more and more by the mud. In all this sense of loss, which you had never experienced before, you felt sorry for a pair of shoes, even though you had hundreds of them. So instead of letting your emotions take over, you began to list some of the funeral attendees you managed to recognise.
You spotted some members of the Rumlow Family. Despite the generally accepted rule of temporary peace and immunity for any funeral, the sight of Rumlow Senior and his son made you a little uncomfortable. You knew that their presence in any other situation would have meant trouble. For as long as you could remember, your Families had lived in discord, and even if there had not yet been a major clash, their company carried the echo of a bomb ticking somewhere nearby.
A few rows away were representatives of the Russian mafia – Melina Vostokova, who stood at the head of the group, and Natasha Romanoff. 
You also saw Tony Stark – the biggest manufacturer of weapons, which your father helped distribute mainly on the black market. Tony himself claimed that he was not a gangster, but the truth was that he took the side that benefited him the most. No wonder he was the richest man in the United States. Or at least as far as you were aware.
Even state attorney Alexander Pierce showed up, which struck you as highly risky and simply stupid, but perhaps it was all about some twisted way of paying respect to a worthy rival. On the other hand – no matter how absurd it was – you wouldn't be surprised if it was John Walker, Pierce's nephew, who persuaded his uncle to attend the funeral. Walker had been looking for an opportunity to approach you for a long time; even now he was staring at you with a strange longing and an inappropriate dreaminess spreading across his face. You felt your skin itch as he stared at you like that, so you decided to look away in case John got the idea to take the initiative.
As discreetly as before, you looked a little further away. You weren't surprised by the presence of Timothy Barnes, the head of the Barnes Family, which not only lived in peace with yours; there were times when the paths of your Families would cross, so Timothy and your father occasionally visited each other to discuss the best strategy of action together. 
It was the company of his nephew that surprised you. Mainly because the presence of Bucky Barnes was an unusual occurrence – a few years ago he simply disappeared and no one really knew what was going on with him at the time. 
With much longer hair and a broader chest, he looked a little different than when you last saw him. And when you watched him from where you were standing you realised that he was staring at some indefinable point, and the hostility beaming from his eyes made you shudder; even if it wasn't directed at you.
You followed his gaze, wanting to know the poor man who had earned Bucky Barnes' cold, piercing stare, and you met Walker's eyes again. As John looked at you, Bucky observed him intently. 
You stayed close to your mother, but did not directly accompany her when condolences and respects were paid. Right next to you stood Michael – your father's trusted advisor and confidant.
“Look at that... How desperate they are,” he said quietly, leaning towards you. “Waiting to take over everything your father worked for.”
You blinked a few times, suddenly awakened by the interest in the man's words. You were, after all, supposed to somehow take care of all this, and what Michael had said complicated matters a lot. You didn't know how you could not only control the money, the power in the Family, the influence, the connections and the territories, but also keep it from the mentioned takeover. You were getting more and more confused.
“How would they do it..?” you asked hesitantly. 
“By marriage, certainly. Nobody wants a war,” Michael replied. Almost choking, you held your breath, an unpleasant knot, burning with anxiety, was tied in your stomach. “But don't worry about it,” he added calmly. “I'll try to get some suitable offer.”
Nibbling nervously on your lower lip, you glanced at your mother. You wished you had been a little more selfish and a lot more cruel – maybe then you would have focused completely on yourself. “Make sure they'll be safe. Mom and Suzie.”
Michael nodded obediently and walked away, leaving you alone with the impression that he had already begun searching for a candidate. But before that feeling could poison your consciousness completely, your mind picked up someone's presence. So you looked in front of you and, still confused by the subject brought up by Michael, fixed your gaze on Bucky Barnes, as it turned out. You frowned slightly, not quite sure why he was standing before you. In addition, alone; his uncle was talking to your mother.
“I'm sorry about your father,” he spoke, and there was something in his eyes that made you believe his words. 
“Thank you,” you replied quietly, but with proper politeness. For some unknown reason, you wanted to move. Perhaps you intended to shake Bucky's hand, or perhaps you just needed to change position. Whatever that was, you shifted, but one of your shoes refused to come off the ground. “Oh, this fucking mud…” you whimpered in helplessness rather than irritation.
Bucky immediately came to the rescue in this unusually absurd situation; he crouched down, and you felt the fingers of his warm hand wrap around your bare ankle. Aware that you wouldn't be able to free yourself from this ridiculous trap – at least not when your companion was throwing himself at your feet – you had to let Bucky handle it. Losing more control of your own legs, you leaned forward and involuntarily rested your hands on Bucky's shoulders. He didn't react; didn't frown, didn't give you an angry or confused look, didn't comment in any way. And you were really grateful to him for that, because you already had enough embarrassment. Though you couldn't complain about it at the moment – the unsolicited warmth spilling inside your stomach drowned out the rest of the emotions. 
Bucky tightened his grip around your ankle even harder – although you couldn't call the sensation painful or at least uncomfortable – and pulled it upwards in a firm motion, freeing your heel from the muddy ground.
“You alright?” He asked, and you hurriedly nodded in response.
You were too busy setting your foot in some safer place to remember to move away from Bucky. So once he straightened up, your hands were still on his shoulders. But he didn't do anything about it this time either. In the most literal sense, Bucky Barnes let you find support in him. As soon as you realised this, you immediately took your hands away and nervously smoothed your dress, only to have them occupied by something other than Bucky's shoulders.
Bucky clasped his hands together in front of him, wrapping the fingers of one hand around the wrist of the other. You couldn't look him in the eyes any longer; especially as his stare was somehow overwhelming. He nodded as if he were someone at your service, and you – too embarrassed by the event from a moment ago, stunned by the sudden, unexpected contact with Bucky Barnes and simply dazed by the atmosphere of the funeral – timidly followed him with your gaze until he disappeared into the crowd. 
Even though he vanished from your sight, you could still feel his burning touch around your ankle.
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It was late. Far too late for any social gatherings, but Michael announced briefly that you were expecting guests. He seemed to be in such a hurry that you didn't want to waste time on getting ready either. You had only had time to comb your hair when a maid sent by Michael peeked into your bedroom. You didn't pay much attention to the fact that you were only wearing a short satin nightgown. All you could think about was Michael's nervousness; you wondered what it could have meant and how bad a situation you were possibly in. 
As you left the bedroom, you wrapped yourself tightly in the robe that was part of the set - just as short and satiny as your pyjamas. Before you had completely made it downstairs, you noticed two men not far from the front door. The prevailing coldness indicated that they had only just entered. You hesitantly stepped down from the last stair and headed forward. Recognising Timothy and Bucky Barnes, you immediately stopped. In your first instinct of learned politeness, you tried to give proper attention to the older one, but you couldn't help the way that every molecule in your body, pushed by natural curiosity, was drawn to Timothy's nephew.
Unlike his uncle, Bucky was not wearing a long coat but a leather jacket. Exposed to the pouring rain outside, it glistened in places. You raised your gaze to look at his damp hair, but before you got there, you noticed that he was watching you too. At first he looked directly into your eyes, but soon his stare carefully slid lower. The muscles of his face highlighted as he clenched his jaw, something raw appeared in his eyes. You also glanced down at yourself and stumbled at how your body reacted to the cold and the undeniable electricity hanging in the air. It spread only between you and Bucky.
“Gentlemen,” Michael said. An obvious tension in his voice reminded you that something was wrong. “Please.” He leaned meaningfully towards the dining room. “Miss Y/N should be here in a moment.”
“She already is,” Timothy shared his observation, a sly smile stretching out his mouth. Michael only then noticed your presence.
A silver tray with a couple bottles of alcohol – the only acceptable treat at this hour and on this occasion - was placed on the long dining table, along with glasses. 
You adjusted your robe precautiously and took a seat, facing your guests. Michael sat right next to you, completing the impression of the formation of two camps separated by a table.
“I'm beginning to hear rumors that Brock Rumlow has made you an offer,” Timothy spoke, the expression on his face indicated that he wasn't surprised in any way.
“An offer..?” You repeated, holding back the urge to give Michael a disapproving look. He should have told you. 
“On your hand in marriage, of course.” 
‘Marriage’ combined with ‘Brock Rumlow’ made a mixture so disturbing and explosive that you felt the blast in your gut. As if someone kicked you in the stomach. You should have guessed what the ‘offer’ meant, on the other hand you hoped Michael would mention it as soon as it came up. But you didn't expect Rumlow to make a move so quickly.
“This worry does not concern you, I am afraid,” Michael claimed.
Timothy leaned back in his chair and looked at the man with a slightly dismissive look. “We had a good relationship. Freddie and I. We advised each other on many occasions so that our decisions wouldn't endanger our Families,” he said. “So yes, this worry does concern us. And I'm curious to see what you decide.”
You glanced surreptitiously at Bucky, as if you needed reassurance that he was still sitting there, but you sensed he was around even without that. He held his eyes on you as you watched him with evident confusion, then reached for one of the bottles standing nearby. He took a quick look at the label, then poured some of the rusty-red liquid into a glass and slid it over to you. Did he think you needed alcohol to process what you were about to hear?
“Brock Rumlow isn’t the worst thing that can happen to her,” Michael said calmly. “You know how powerful the Rumlow Family is. And making peace with such a strong enemy would make our business, as well as yours, easier. I suppose I don't have to explain it to you.”
“Do you think this is what Freddie would want for his daughter?” Timothy asked.
“Freddie got himself killed,” Michael snapped, the atmosphere at the table became even thicker. “And as for his daughter, he didn't prepare her properly. He was a fool if he thought it would never happen.” 
There was silence. You looked down at the glass wrapped tightly by your fingers, and finally decided to raise it to your lips. It wasn't the nasty, bitter taste of the drink that bothered you, but the thought of your future. You were pretty sure that your fate had already been decided. 
“If you make an agreement with Rumlow, sooner or later he will violate, if not break, all its points,” Bucky spoke up, drawing everyone's attention. “He made the offer less than twenty-four hours after the funeral,” he pointed out. “Not to mention he only showed up to steer you towards positive consideration,” he said casually, and you thought that such diplomacy was clashing with his wet leather jacket and stubble. 
“James…” Michael sighed.
It seemed, however, that Bucky was not going to let go. “You know what this deal is about,” he continued with a strange, surprising resolve, as if the matter affected him personally. “Do you honestly believe Brock Rumlow will hold up his part of the deal? Did you forget his relationship with women or are you just going to overlook it?” he sneered. 
“You know surprisingly much about these agreements.” Michael no longer concealed his irritation. 
“I can marry Brock,” you finally spoke up, and this time they all looked at you. Michael was relieved, Timothy concerned in some way, and Bucky appeared to be a little lost since you seemed to ignore everything he just said. “It’s not like I have to live with him. Right..?”
Bucky clenched his jaw and looked angrily at Michael. “You didn’t tell her.”
“I haven't had a chance. You admitted yourself that they were quick to make an offer,” Michael defended himself. Bending under the pressure Bucky was putting on him, Michael looked at you nervously. “Rumlow Senior has the right to claim an heir who will take over both of the Families in the future. In this case… it is possible that you will have to live with Brock after all.”
These words flooded your mind, almost making you dizzy. You grabbed your glass again and poured the rest of the alcohol down your throat to fight the nausea. 
“Well…” Lips pursed, you took a deep breath through your nose. “This complicates things… a little.”
“I will arrange a meeting and everything will be clear,” Michael said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “We are not sure what they think about all this. No matter what is said about Brock,” he glanced at Bucky not accidentally. “we should meet with him.”
“Great,” Bucky snorted. “I’ll be there.”
“Excuse me..?”
“Since our decisions affect our Families…” Bucky recalled his uncle's earlier words. “It’s obvious that Y/N doesn't know enough about arranged marriages, so I’ll be there. As an adviser.” He shrugged. “You are more than happy to team up with the Rumlows, and I will try to cool that enthusiasm.” He tilted his head, smiling insincerely. 
“If that's how you see it, it's more a case for your uncle,” Michael protested.
They both looked at Timothy, and his lips stretched slowly in a mysterious grin.
“I believe Buck can handle it,” he said. 
The meeting was over. You decided to accompany Michael to see the guests off.
Michael walked beside Timothy, who was walking to his car; they were discussing something that didn't exactly reach your ears, but you didn't feel the need to know. You weren't concerned that they were discussing your future - you doubted they felt like it after the conversation at the table.
“Bucky?” You started in a soft tone. Bucky, who had just left your house with the intention of joining Timothy, stopped and looked at you. You walked down a few steps and stood on the stone path, right in front of him.
He swept his gaze over you again, starting from your bare feet, through your exposed legs, to the delicate material of your nightgown. His stare didn't make you sick as the thought of Brock did. 
Bucky took a step towards you, and the scent of fresh laundry, mint and wet forest hit you. You stepped back, so he did it again until you were standing under the canopy that protected you from the rain.
“Do you always have to get some poor girl out of trouble?” You squinted, but couldn't help an amused smile forming on your lips.
“No. Just you.” He shrugged, slipping his hands in the jacket pockets. “I don’t want you to get cold. That’s all.”
“You don’t want me to get cold.” You nodded. “Just like you didn’t want me to drown in the mud. And now you don’t want me to marry Brock,” you pointed out, raising your eyebrows. “Why? Because Michael is right; joining our Families together would be the best option. You don’t want that?”
“The best option?” he repeated. “For everyone except you?”
You smiled softly in response – you didn’t feel like thinking about that again. “So? What’s the reason?”
Bucky looked away for a second, took a deep breath and shook his head. “Maybe my heart is in the right place. Maybe I want to do some good.”
You watched him expectantly, finally raised your eyebrows in theatrical disbelief and both of you laughed briefly. No matter how curious you were about the real reason, you decided not to badger him.
“Hey, what’s the deal with Walker?” Bucky asked playfully, frowning.
“Walker? John Walker..?” You let out a nervous chuckle. “Why?”
“I saw the way he looked at you. You can be sure he’ll make an offer, too.”
You wanted to laugh at his words, but the truth was Bucky could be right. And the thought of that made you more exhausted than you already were. “What about you?” you asked casually. You didn't beg for anything, you didn't offer anything. You were just curious. “You're not part of this?”
For a split second you witnessed him tense up. He clenched his hands, only to relax them immediately afterwards – just like his jaw muscles. You didn't understand the source of this reaction, but you didn't even think about it; it was like a brief flash that you didn't have time to think about properly.
“I may have my heart in the right place, but I'm not a guy you marry,” he said. “Steve is. I can put in a good word for you if you want,” he added jokingly, making you smirk. “Get back inside, Y/N,” Bucky commanded softly as he began to leave, taking a couple steps backwards. 
You rolled your eyes, and he turned his back to you, then got in the car, leaving you with that burning feeling again. This time it wasn't just limited to your ankle, but your whole body.
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runnning-outof-time · 7 months
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Congrats again my love!! How about Tommy and 22? Maybe some smut? Maybe some angst? I can’t wait to read what you will come up with 🤍
Thanks so much for sending this in, Chi! I didn’t go full on smut here because I can’t write it for the life me, and the angst wasn’t the main element, but this idea came to me after re-watching this episode and I ran with it. I hope I did your request justice! Enjoy! :)
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A Long Day
Tommy Shelby x Reader
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Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injury, suggestive situations (nothing too graphic)
Word Count: 1223
Summary: After a long day, Tommy just wants to be with (Y/N). (Y/N), who’s not seen him for the entire day, has some words to say to him first.
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Tommy had had a long day. After handing money to the family of the boy who shouldn’t have died, meeting with Campbell and dealing with all that entailed, making sure his derby horse was transferred to its trainer, and Michael coming to make a pitch to be considered for the spot of company accountant, he wanted nothing more now than to get his mind off of all of it.
After telling Michael that he’d need to speak with his mother about the position first, Tommy was finally heading home. The door to 6 Watery Lane couldn’t come fast enough, but when it did, he stopped to take a deep breath before opening it. He hoped there wouldn’t be another item of business waiting behind it.
(Y/N) had been sitting in the front room of the house on Watery Lane for a few hours now. She’d been waiting for Tommy, who promised her he’d meet her and that they’d go somewhere for dinner.
Her eyes snapped to the door the second she heard it open, and she was up from the couch and walking over to Tommy as soon as she saw that it was him. “Where’ve you been, Tommy?” she questioned, trying to keep her emotions in check.
“Love…” Tommy sighed, his gaze finding the far wall as she came to stop in front of him. This already seemed like it was shaping up to be another item of business.
“You said you’d meet me for dinner three hours ago. Three, Tommy! And I’ve been sitting here, worried sick about where you could be and what you could be doing. I talked to Pol, you know. She said that you…”
(Y/N) was unable to finish her worry-driven rant because Tommy had reached out and took hold of her cheeks, effortlessly bringing her lips to his in a fervent kiss, one that was effective in derailing her train of thought. The kiss lasted until her lungs were screaming for air, making her be the one to pull back; her forehead resting against his.
“Where were you, Tommy?” she asked in a breathless manner a few moments after they’d parted.
“I’ve had a long fucking day,” he responded, his statement not answering hers in the slightest. (Y/N) exhaled a sigh, her nonverbal way of telling him that his answer wasn’t good enough. He distracted her before she could speak, dropping his hands from her cheeks so that they could snake around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “I need you, love,” he mumbled, his lips finding hers again.
“Polly told me that you’re looking to have Michael join,” (Y/N) took her chance and mumbled against his lips the second he broke away from her, “said that the day hell freezes over is the day he’ll be part of the business.”
“Not now, love’,” he deflected yet again, his face dropping to the spot where her collar met her jaw, his lips finding the skin present there.
“Tommy…” she meant to sigh, but his name escaped her lips through a moan instead.
“Hmm?” he hummed into the skin of her neck, his half-minded question doing more to distract her than it did to get her to continue the conversation.
“What are you doing with the business?”
Her question got him to lift his head, and he let his eyes dance over her face for a moment, licking his lips before he responded: “I have no interest in speaking about business at this moment,” he told her in a straightforward tone. His eyes then flitted to her lips for a moment before he leaned in and kissed her again.
This kiss was even more persistent than the last, and it made clear to (Y/N) what was on his mind. She let him win this time, staying focused on the feeling of his lips against hers as her hands traveled up to rest against his cheeks.
He pulled her deeper still, the feeling of his body flush against hers making her moan into the kiss as it intensified. Her hands didn’t stay on his cheeks for long before they were traveling upward to remove the peaked cap he was still wearing. She was going to do so with the intention of being able to tangle her hands into the longer strands of his hair, but something she felt on her left hand stopped her in her tracks. It had a sticky consistency, one that made her freeze mid-kiss and drop her hands from his face.
Tommy, still not wanting to stop, began placing kisses to her jawline, his hands working to bunch the fabric of her dress up so that he could take things further with her. He had a one track mind in this moment, working fervently to get what he needed.
But those thoughts were the furthest from (Y/N)’s mind now. Now, she wanted to get to the bottom of what she’d felt on the side of his face. It took a deal of strength for her to open her eyes, but when she did, they widened immediately.
“Do you know you’re bleeding?” she asked him, shock present in her voice when she was met with the sight of her red fingertips.
The grunt that Tommy elicited in response wasn’t enough for her, so she took matters into her own hands - quite literally - by grabbing his cheeks and lifting his face up so that she could inspect it. There was no injury that was screaming at her as she looked at him head on, but the reason behind the blood became clear when she turned his head to make him look to the right.
“You’ve got a cut on your temple,” she told him, squinting to inspect the injury further. It looked to be superficial, but still she had to wonder just for how long he’d been walking around with it bleeding. “What happened?” she tried then, manually turning his head so that he’d be looking at her again.
She knew just from the look in his eyes, how the once calm oceans were now darker from an impending storm, that she wouldn’t be getting much of an answer out of him. But hey…it was worth a try.
He let his eyes travel over her face, drinking in every inch of it as a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. “Was a long day, (Y/N),” he mumbled, his hands continuing what they were doing, bunching up the fabric until he found the smooth skin of her thigh.
(Y/N) was the one to lean in for a kiss this time, and she pulled back with a similar grin present on her face. “Well maybe there’s something that can be done about that,” she told him, her voice not even needing to take on a suggestive tone for him to make the next move.
She couldn’t help but shriek as he lifted her into his arms, his hands brushing higher up her thighs as she hooked her legs around his waist. A stream of giggles left her lips as Tommy walked them to the stairs and up to his bedroom.
He may have had a long day, but at least he was - hell, they both were - ending it on a high note.
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seullovesme · 2 months
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for her happiness
pairing ⥬ f!idol x heiress!reader
genre ⥬ angst
summary ⥬ it was always her happiness over yours.
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she latched onto your arm, finally having you all to herself.
weeks of getting rid of that girl you claimed to love so much, and it was worth every second if it meant she could call you hers. it took a long time of convincing, but you agreed to her proposal.
you always said you were cursed as a child. you were born into a rich family, but at what cost? was the money better than freedom? absolutely not, yet you had no choice but to obey the commands of your father.
"you'll be married to her. don't worry, you can learn to love if that silly thing really means that much to you. this marriage is essential for our company to climb to the top. with the help of her company, we will be #1 in the entire nation."
now look where you are. you tried to escape, you called the arranged engagement off but she still hunted after you like a predator with its prey. she did everything to stop you from being with the one you truly loved, and her work paid off. you let her go months ago, knowing she would only be hurt if you tried to hold onto what was left after your ex fiancé's wrath.
you stared at the woman who clung to your elbow like she owned you, like she won something. when you saw her, all you saw was the lady who stole your happiness and stepped all over it like it had no meaning.
"are you happy now?" you muttered.
"yes, i am." she responded and it almost made you scoff out loud. "i can finally love you like i dreamed."
that made you scoff, her words just so ridiculous. was she crazy? "you think because you got rid of your competition that i will suddenly love you?"
"wait... let me rephrase that. there was no competition, she was always the winner to me. the one i would have picked. so let me remind you, even if you scared her off by claiming i was yours and that she had no chance just to have me, i will never love you the way i loved her."
she tightened her grip on your suit sleeve, clearly affected by your words. her breathing quickened as she grew more and more angry. she avoided your sharp glare, knowing she would cower away at the intensity.
"i let her go because i loved her. i did it for her, so do not misunderstand. it was not to be with you." you stated firmly and took her hands off of your arm, walking out of the building. you took a deep breath of the fresh air after feeling so suffocated and uncomfortable. you miss her deeply, but you knew you were doing the right thing. she deserved her happiness, even if it meant you weren't the source of it.
but maybe the world was on your side for once as once you stopped thinking, you recognized those sweet eyes that watched you from afar. she smiled, you smiled, and for a moment, you felt okay.
but a man stole her attention and her smile only grew wider. it felt like your world stopped as he put his hand around her waist, her eyes filled with loved, and yours with tears. your chest felt tight, but you chanted that sentence over and over again in your head.
'she deserved her happiness, even if it meant you weren't the source of it.'
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i got inspired by marry my husband, its a good drama 10/10 would recommend btw (go coping over the fact that the new episodes drop tmrw and im too busy to watch)
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kokinu09 · 4 days
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Let Go of the Reins || Chapter 3
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pairing seungmin x fem!reader
genre strangers to lovers, romance, fluff, slight angst later, happy ending, social media, not meant to be, someday
summary  Australia is considered home for two of the eight members. When two tour dates are scheduled for the land down under, the boys can’t help but want to spend a bit more time there to visit family and do a little sightseeing. So how do they convince the company that they need to stay a couple weeks? Filming some SKZ Code episodes.
A local riding school just outside the city with amazing reviews for their skilled instructors and beautiful horses is hosting a very popular kpop group to film their experiences. Y/N knows the group well and she just so happens to be their star working student. 
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The getting ready part was easy. After Olivia spent a little too long on your makeup (and having to run through the barn to get everything prepped in time), you manage to have all 8 of your selected horses for the guys lined up before the film crew arrives. The other dozen or so horses for the crew were your other coworkers’ problems. You got to pick your lineup and you couldn’t be happier with your bunch. 
You finish securing the saddle on Storm’s back, the last one you needed, and shake out your shoulders. The nerves start to sink in as the seconds tick by. 
Storm nickers by your head, giving you a gentle nudge as if to comfort you. You giggle as your hands reach up to pat his neck, equally as comforting towards your equine companion. “Thanks Buddy. I’m ok,” you say with a smile. 
Your smile falters momentarily as you hear footsteps approaching. Swallowing down your nerves, you turn expecting the group of boys but instead, it is a couple of the staff members approaching with a mic and wires in hand. Right, you’ll need to be just as heard as they do. 
“Hello, are you Miss Y/N?” The young woman asks. 
“Yes, that’s me!” You brighten your smile and offer a polite bow. They both seem pleasantly surprised as they happily return the gesture, quickly getting to work mic’ing you up for the shoot.
“The crew should be over shortly.” The man informs nicely before they both bow and head back the way they came. Leaving you with your nerves to stew in your gut until the boys show up. 
Keeping yourself busy is definitely the best way to prevent a downward spiral into anxiety, so you double-check each horse’s equipment to make sure everything is secure and ready for the ride. Even taking the time to give all the horses a little pep talk. Maybe that was more for yourself but who’s to say?
As promised, it isn’t long before you hear the telltale signs that the boys are coming closer. The loud laughs and teasing bickers pulls an uncontrollable smile onto your face, a giddy feeling replaces your apprehension. This whole situation suddenly feels unreal. 
Yesterday, you’d been too worried about making sure they knew the dos and dont’s of safety to process the fact that you were face-to-face with your favorite group. Now, you just can’t believe you’re lucky enough to get to talk to them! Let alone spend the entire afternoon teaching them about a passion of yours, horses and riding! 
You turn just in time to see the same boy who you’d fateful met yesterday running towards you in the most adorable way; arms hanging at his sides, ‘running’ being a loose term, looking more like a happy trot just to get to you a little quicker than the others, and a huge smile spread across his face. And you can’t help but grin back, your excitement to see him just as high as his to see you it seems. 
“Hello again,” he says in a hushed greeting once he’s close enough. 
“Well hello there,” you return with a giggle. “Feeling up for being on the horse rather than underneath it?” 
Your teasing earns a smirk from the menace himself but he doesn’t get the chance to reply as the others finally have caught up. Chan comes up beside him and ruffles his hair, much to his displeasure. “Looks like you beat us here, Seungminnie!” He teases, turning to you without paying any attention to the glare from the younger. “And you must be Y/N! I’m Chan, it’s nice to officially meet you!” He smiles and bows respectfully.
“Yes! It’s nice to meet you too!” You agree, returning his respect. He grins wide at you then turns to the others. 
“Everyone say ‘annyeonghaseyo’ to Y/N-ssi!” He instructs. 
All the boys turn to you with their hands folded in front of them as they bow, saying in unison, “Annyeonghaseyo, Y/N-ssi.” 
A blush spreads across your face, eyes scanning over them bowing towards you while you catch sight of the cameras in the corner of your eye. Way too much attention is directly on you right now. You have to divert. You hastily bow over and over towards them with a loud, nervous laugh.
“Hello! Thank you!” You straighten up as they do and offer a sincere smile. “It’s wonderful to meet all of you,” you tell them, looking at each of them to show how much it really means to you. Another camera pointed at you catches your eye and your shoulders stiffen, nerves returning. “We should probably get started!” 
That sets the other Aussie member bouncing on his heels.
“Yes please! Which one is mine?? I can’t wait to pet them!” Felix’s excitement sends the group into a fit of laughter as they begin teasing the ball of sunshine in a mix of Korean and English. 
With the boys talking and distracting the cameras, you take the opportunity to turn away to act like you’re adjusting Storm’s harness. But actually, you inhale a shaky breath. 
“Hey,” the soft greeting still startles you slightly. You find Seungmin beside you now, one hand gripping the mic on his shirt, the other lifted to pet Storm’s snout. 
“O-oh! Hey,” your chin ducks in embarrassment. Now you’re stuttering? This is a disaster. 
“Don’t let the cameras scare you. You’re doing great,” he says. And when he looks over to meet your eyes, you can see his sincerity. 
You breathe out a sigh, relieved from the show of support. “Right, yeah,” after just a moment’s pause you add, “Thank you.” 
The smile that lights up his face sends a swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. That expression makes it clear why he’s known as a puppy. You can practically see his proverbial tail wagging behind him and you can’t help but think it is absolutely adorable.
”Ah-yah! Seungmin~!” Felix whines, causing your spine to stiffen like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. “You’re already petting the horses?! I asked first!” 
Seungmin releases his muffled mic and turns with that teasing smirk of his. “If you weren’t running your mouth, maybe Y/N-ssi would be able to introduce us to them.” He spouts in Korean. 
At the indignant cry from the younger Aussie boy, you wave your hands in front of you. “No, no! It’s alright! You weren’t interrupting anything! We aren’t in a rush!” You quickly assure…also in Korean. 
All the boys freeze to stare at you with wide eyes. The almost eerie silence from them all draws a cold sweat to your skin. 
“You…speak Korean?” Chan asks, his face reflecting the astonishment, almost skepticism, in his voice. 
“Well, I’m still learning… but I’m getting pretty good at understanding,” you say as your shoes become incredibly interesting. 
Suddenly, a different pair of shoes joins in your line of vision. Your wide eyes lift to find the maknae of the group standing there, looking at you with starry eyes, and before he says, “Noona is so cool!” 
A chorus of agreement from Han, Felix, and Changbin sounds behind the youngest causing your face to erupt into the color of a tomato. Chan, bless his soul, is quick to step in, settling the boys down and regaining focus to their task ahead of them for filming. By the way he talks, they’ll probably be editing a lot of that out. Which you’re beyond grateful for.
“Cool. Now, where were we?” Chan offers the stage back over to you. 
“I was just about to introduce you all to your horse partners for the day!” 
A few of the members can’t help their eager squeals as you go on, walking over to the first horse in line. A gorgeous black stallion. 
“Here at Hooves and Harmony Riding Academy, we’ve been very fortunate to raise a wide variety of breeds on the ranch. Some of those are particularly rare, like this boy here!” You explain, mostly for the cameras. “Chan, you’ll be working with Shadow today. He has high energy but is surprisingly patient with his riders!”
The eldest walks up slowly, his face showing his awe for the creature as he takes your place beside him as you move to the next. This stallion has a thicker build with an almost black mane and solid brown coat. His snout being the exception as it looks like he dipped it in white paint. “Lee Know, this is Copper. He’s big but a total sweetheart. I think you’ll work really well with him.” 
Minho’s lips are pouted in the shape of an O as he places a gentle hand on the white muzzle of the horse. You smile to yourself (so far so good!) before walking to the next. Changbin bounces on the balls of his feet in anticipation, eyes locked on the horse he knows is going to be assigned to him. One of the strongest horses you’d been allowed to pick from. His bulkier muscles covered with a beautiful red-toned coat with black tips to his ears and legs to match his black mane. “I can see you’re excited, so Changbin, this is Jersey. He’s our biggest bay boy!” 
The boy can’t help his ecstatic shout and he gets a few panicked looks that he’ll startle the huge animal. “Don’t worry, he’s super tolerant to noises so you shouldn’t have any issues with him,” you assure everyone with confidence. Changbin hurries over with the biggest smile you may have ever seen on him. 
“Y/N-ssi really has thought of everything!” He cheers, patting his horse’s neck as he takes his place.
You try to push down the blush that heats your face while you make your way over to the dark chocolate spotted mare. “This sweet girl’s name is Daisy. She’s a little dramatic at times but she is one of the most reliable of the bunch!” You explain, looking to Hyunjin. “I thought you’d enjoy this fun little fact too! Most people like to refer to horses with this pattern on her coat as ‘paint’ horses.”
Hyunjin’s eyes widen and sparkle. “Because it looks like she’s been splattered with paint!” He beams, immediately befriending the mare with chin scratches that there’s no way he could have known were her favorite.
You giggle, continuing on to the next; an older mare but no less beautiful. Her white coat littered with hundreds of little brown specks. “And this is Freckles! Our resident leopard! She’s the oldest in this group so she’s very laid back and easy to work with.”
Han gives you a skeptical look, knowing by the order you’ve introduced the members to their horses so far that this is his, then glances at Felix. Thinking you’d accidentally mix them up because they’re so close in age that they’re almost twins. You laugh a little at the subtle implication. “Even though her looks would make you think I’d pair her with Felix, I think you’ll have a lot of fun with her today, Han! She has been known to play little tricks on the other horses from time to time.” You say with a mischievous wink.
The rapper’s heart-shaped smile spreads across his face at this news and he greets the mare with hesitant hands at first. That is until Freckles presses her snout into his palms, impatient for attention. 
When you look over to Felix, you can see his excitement already bubbling over the surface. The boy basically vibrating with the biggest eyes and smile. You walk over to the beauty he will be handling for the day. Her cream-colored coat only a few shades darker than her white mane, the longer hairs adorning a slight curl not super common with their other horses. 
“Felix, I’d like to introduce you to Rosie! She is always so poised and calm, not to mention absolutely stunning! I think you two will have a nice relaxing ride together.” Having been the most giddy of them all from the get-go, it doesn’t surprise you when he sprints to take his place beside the elegant steed. 
Only two more. And so far, they’ve all been super happy with your choices of companions for them. But why are your palms sweaty and your heart racing even thinking about telling Seungmin about your choice for him? 
You manage to swallow the lump of fear in your throat and keep moving, avoiding lifting your head his way. Instead, coming up beside the chestnut spotted mare with more white than spots. You reach up and brush the fringe of her mane away from her eyes. ‘It’s her moment in the spotlight, gotta make sure she’s looking her best!’ The internal monologue makes you chuckle under your breath. 
It’s impossible to avoid the inevitable forever though, so you finally look over to Seungmin. His eyes are watching you. Your gaze meets his and it feels like the world is frozen. Or maybe it’s only you. But you also can’t seem to care. 
You don’t know how long you stand there just staring into his warm brown eyes, but the only thing that snaps you out of it is the smirk that tugs at his lips with a soft chuckle. Eyes blinking rapidly, you take a quick glance around to find everyone looking at you curiously. By some miracle, your face doesn’t turn beet red (at least you don’t think so) when you try to play it off with a little cough to clear your throat. 
“Sorry, uh, this next girl is very special to me. Her name is Pearl.” You say with a smile as you pet her soft nose. “She came to the ranch at the same time as my horse Storm did. And they’re best buddies, virtually inseparable! So, by association, we’re virtually inseparable!” The boys all join in with your laugh. “But I would trust this girl if I was riding blindfolded, so I know she will take good care of you.” You turn to smile warmly at her intended rider.
Seungmin steps forward until he is in your space, casually placing his hand on the horse’s neck. You vaguely hear the other members talking but you’re too busy fighting the racing of your heart. The pounding deafening to your own ears and you’re marginally worried that the mic pinned to your chest will pick up on all of it. 
“Thank you for entrusting me with her.” His voice just over a whisper. You let out a giggle. 
“Or I am trusting her with you,” you counter jokingly. “Can’t say you haven’t given me reason to believe you’ll fall off.” He breathes out a laugh, eyes sparkling with mirth and maybe something else you can’t quite place. All you know is that you’d give anything to turn the cameras off and get to talk to him without these extra nerves buzzing in your gut.
“I’ll try not to, but no promises,” he jokes. 
“I’m still going to hold you to it, Puppy Boy.” 
The two of you laugh a little too loudly and catch the attention of Felix next to you. You don’t see the knowing smile on his face before he gives the younger member a light shove, a gentle reminder of where they are and who is around. Both of you seem to sober up as your backs straighten and he offers you an apologetic smile. 
“Let’s move on while the staff are still distracted by my loudmouth brothers,” Seungmin says with a teasing eye roll. 
“Hey, I heard that,” Felix grumbles under his breath. You giggle at the baritone showing in his voice, the first time hearing it. Momentarily you wonder how many times you might be able to aggravate him enough to hear it during the trail ride. But you catalog that in the back of your mind for later. 
Making your way around the singer, with a shy tip of your head, you come to the last of their partners. The stallion growing excited as soon as he sees you approaching, his head bobbing dramatically up and down as a show. His black mane thrashing in the crisp February air. 
“Hey now, Monster! Behave yourself, we have guests!” You scold without any bite. You manage to catch his bridle and settle him down, rubbing a hand along his strong brown neck. He still attempts to wrap around your front to lay his head on your shoulder but you stop him with a laugh. You release the strap and ruffle his bangs, just over the single white spot on his forehead. 
“Last but certainly not least, I.N you will be working with Monster! He is such a jokester and so fun to ride. I think you two will get along really well!” You tell the maknae who looks giddy with his own excitement. 
The youngest trots over and the big brown horse immediately takes a shining to him, tapping his foot happily as he nudges his hand for pets. It feels good that everyone seems happy with the horses you’ve assigned to them. And the horses seem content with their riders, so you take it as your first win of the day!
You move back to the front of the line and untie Storm’s reins, leading into the space the boys had just occupied, where all of them can see you. “Now that we’ve gotten the introductions out of the way, let’s really get started!” You cheer, ready to get them mounted in their saddles and riding so you can all be back from the first trail by lunchtime.
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keruwu-san · 1 year
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Tart wine. Chapter two
Chapter one  Chapter three
Aemond Targaryen x Auntie! Reader
My first publication on this site. ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE. I worked with a translator; I hope that the text is still clear! Let me know if there are any bugs! Thank you in advance!
Summary: The younger sister of King Viserys and Prince Daemon finds solace in Rhaenyra and Alicent children, because she cannot have her own. Prince Aemond Targaryen is experiencing a childhood crush, which he plans to carry through the years and ask for his aunt's hand in the future.
Word count: 3338
Warning: Allusion to incestuous relationship
IMPORTANT! I didn't write before how much Leineris is older than other characters, including Aemond. Brief biography: Lenerys Targaryen is the only daughter and the last child of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, after the death of Aegon (in the original, Alyssa also dies), the couple almost did not attempt to have another child, but Alyssa becomes pregnant, childbirth is difficult and eventually she dies. In the pilot episode, Daemon is about 20 years old, Rhaenyra is 14, Lenerys is 16. In episode 7, after 10 years, Aemond is 10, Lenerys is 26. In episode 8, Aemond is 19, Lenerys is 35.
King's Landing.
A lot has changed after the incident in the halls of Driftmark, a lot of things Alicent realized for herself. Previously, she believed that she had no allies in the Targaryen family, her own husband was busy with anything but her or their children, his mind was focused on grief for his dead wife and on the well–being of Rhaenyra, but after she received support from the king's sister, Lenerys Targaryen, now Arryn, she it became a little easier, more emotionally.
Lenerys did not take sides in that evening's conflict, she refused to pay the debt "eye for an eye", but it seemed unfair to her to let the boys down like that, «It’s not even a scratch, it's not even a scar, and it’s a whole eye! Rhaenyra, Viserys!» The woman wanted justice, but it was clear that she could not personally harm her niece's children. However, when everyone began to disperse, spoke to the queen, comforting her, while Aemond wrapped himself in his mother's dress and hair, hiding his face. This already said a lot, then, when everyone turned away from Alicent, considered her insane, Lenerys did not turn away from her. And Alicent will not forget that.
The current situation seemed strange to her. Aemond, who had once loved his aunt of unconsciousness, had always been glad of her company, now asked that Lady Arryn no longer come to him. The boy avoided everyone, but if he did not refuse dinner with his mother, grandfather or Helena, then he tried to escape from lunch with Lenerys.
- Well, I will have to go back to the Eyrie soon, - Lenerys sipped her wine, - I have not been there for a long time, and I think my husband was waiting for me.
- Yes, of course, I understand, - Alicent poured a drink into her glass, - Your husband, I am sure, misses you.
Targaryen smiled at such a remark, for all the time that she spent in King's Landing, her husband never wrote to her. Not that it bothered her much.
- Before I leave, I would like to spend time with my nephews, - Alicent was not surprised by the woman's statement and continued to drink wine, - Including Aemond.
Now the One-Eyed Prince tried to be secretive when he got out of his room. When moving around the castle, he always listened for footsteps, if there were none, and then he went on. He was often absent from family dinners, but if he was there, he behaved extremely quietly, ate quickly and just as quickly left. He understood that his aunt, whom he avoided in every way, was worried about him, but he continued to do it anyway. He did not want her to see his disfigured face, his empty eye socket and the ugly scar cutting through his left side. Aemond knew what the lords and ladies were whispering about, those who once wanted to marry their daughters to Prince Aemond Targaryen are now quickly withdrawing their proposals, and noble ladies secretly, behind his back, call him a "freak" and a "cripple". Moreover, he would be lying if he said that he does not care about it, it seems he will never be able to close his eyes to it. The prince was already not a particularly popular choice, even despite his young age, but now the tenth road will bypass him, saying nasty things. Combined with all this, he could not think about what his dear aunt thought about it all.
Yes, children's logic is really a strange thing. He deliberately avoided her, but longed for her to come, find and comfort him, pronouncing comforting speeches and stroking his head. However, he now thought that she would be disgusted. Aemond was terrified by the thought that he was disgusting to her, that Lenerys, would push him away and no longer want to talk to the eyeless monster. From the flow of thoughts, the heart was squeezed, and hot tears stood out on the now single eye. Now it was different. There was no one to calm him down, there was no one to shelter he in warm embraces and funny stories in which he plunged headlong and forgot about his problems.
Night. Library.
Aemond knew about his aunt's love of reading, so now his daytime outings for a portion of knowledge fell on the night when no one could see him. The Prince missed their Valyrian lessons, when they could sit for hours over books and practice the language, or when a woman read to him about Ancient Valyria and the history of their Great House. Nevertheless, everything changed in one evening, alas.
Another night. The candle in the prince's hand served as the only source of illumination and it was she who helped him to see the title of the next book, but so far, none of them has interested him yet. The prince fell into a light trance, he read the title of the book and instantly forgot it, switching to another one. Probably, insomnia caused by phantom pains is to blame for this. It seemed to Aemond that his missing eye itched and hurt, as if he was about to start bursting into bitter tears. But this did not happen. Yes, even if he managed to escape into the sleepy realm, it was not for long. From the long-awaited dream, he was driven away by terrible nightmares with the same plot. He. Bastards. Hatch. Knife. Eye. Pain. After an unpleasant awakening, the prince grabbed at the night bandage, again and again making sure that the nightmare had come true.
- If I were you, I would take care of the remaining eye and not spoil your vision.
Aemond nervously turned his head towards the source of the sound. The prince's single eye widened and goose bumps ran down his spine. What he was afraid had happened.
- Aunt. – He spoke on an exhale, it betrayed excitement in him, and realizing this and the prince straightened his back and pushed his chest a little forward, trying to seem more confident.
- I was passing by, - the woman began, - and I was curious who was wandering around the library at such a late hour.
Aemond did not know what to say. No matter how often he thought about their meeting, which would have happened eventually, he didn't know how to behave, he didn't know what to say. He wanted tenderness and affection from her, but his uncertainty whispered to him that he was not worthy of them.
The closer she got, the more Aemond's uncertainty grew. He wanted to shrink and run away, but out of pride, he continued to stand and look at her. - How is your condition, my prince? – "My Prince" such treatment from her side seemed to the boy cold and insensitive, to some extent. He loved when she called him by his name, he liked how it sounded exactly from her, gently and pleasantly.
- Everything's fine, don't worry, - Aemond tried to seem indifferent, even bored-the maesters and mother took good care of me.
The woman smiled, and only now did he notice that she was wearing a nightgown. He was a little embarrassed by this, but tried not to show it, - I'll be honest with you, Aemond,- she sighed, and he shuddered, - I'm not your enemy, I'm your family. I do not wish you any harm and I never have. I want to help you deal with your grief. You cannot carry him alone, - Lenerys has already come close to him, raising her hand, she touched the oval of his face with her hand, - You are so young Aemond, you have so much pain to endure in the future, but you always have a family that loves you the way you are, with or without an eye.
Aemond did not seem to be breathing, he was listening to her so attentively. The prince stared intently at her face, trying to see signs of disgust or lies, but saw nothing. Sincere sympathy was in her amethyst eyes, and the light from the candle gave her face even more comfort and warmth. The situation seemed to him extremely intimate, they were like secret lovers who sneaked into a secluded place at night in order to spend time in each other's company.
- Stop playing hide-and-seek, Aemond, - the woman moved away from him, the prince felt a chill, and at the same time even more alarm, - We will cope with this. Together.
Aemond wanted to cry. Does she really not hate him? His sweet aunt doesn't see him as a monster? Gods, emotions overwhelmed him and he stared at her in confusion. He didn't know what he wanted: to run away from her, hide or jump into her arms and never let go again. His shoulders began to shake, he felt like he was about to explode from the overwhelming emotions. Seeing this, Lenerys cautiously approached him with her hand on his shoulder.
- My prince, let's go into the room, we'll discuss everything there, and you'll go to bed,- Lenerys smiled encouragingly again, - Sleep is important for a growing organism.
Aemond just nodded. Lady Arryn took a candle from his hand and, clasping his other hand with her own, led him to the residential floor of the Red Castle.
In silence, they reached his chambers. In silence, they entered them, Lenerys immediately went to the table with a decanter and poured herself some water, huh, Aemond is still small for wine, we are content with what we have. The prince shifted from one foot to the other, avoiding his aunt's gaze.
Lenerys studied her nephew. She chose her words so as not to frighten the prince and cause even more damage to his psychological health. However, gods, it was hard. She saw Aemond grow up, even though he was only ten, but also how his love for her grew. She remembers how, as a little boy, he always greeted her and her dragon with puppy delight, and when he got a little older, he made her various offerings: he would pick flowers from the garden, and then steal cakes from the maid and other cute children's actions. Now, the fate of this boy and his attitude to this world may depend on what she says. For Lenerys, Aemond was a bright child, as was his sister Helena. Knowing how rotten and cruel this world is, she wanted to prolong their carefree childhood and make him happy.
- Aemond, my boy, may I take a look? – Lenerys approached him carefully and slowly, her steps were soundless, - I will not hurt you, I promise.
- How can you help me? - he finally blurted out, - I'm a freak now, the whole castle is whispering behind my back, the lords withdraw their proposals ... - on the verge of tears, he continued, - now I'm a demon for them, not a person!
- You can be anything to them, - she took his hand, and when she felt that he wanted to pull it away, she held him back, - but for me you will always be my favorite nephew, with or without an eye, you are still Aemond Targaryen. – hot tears began to flow from his eye, noticing this, Lenerys reached out and wiped the wet trail with the back of her hand, after wrapping her arms around the oval of his face and began to stroke soothingly, - You can be sure of me, my attitude towards you has not changed.
The prince took a step to meet her and finally clung to her chest, sobbing bitterly. He was hugging her with thirst, his hands wandering down her back and clinging to the fabric of her nightgown like a lifeline. Lenerys was whispering something to him, but he did not even hear her, but he could feel her stroking his head. Carefully, she knelt down and pulled Aemond along with her, now they were sitting.
- I'm sorry, - he said in a trembling voice, - I didn't know how you feel about me now, - sobbed, - I was afraid that you also think I'm a freak and monster, - he didn't know how long he cried in her arms, but as soon as he cried out, clear consciousness returned to him again and he realized her words.
- I have nothing to blame you for, it's all right. - Aemond pulled away from her and Lenerys gently cupped his face in her hands, - Now, can I take a look?" I will understand if not, it is fine.
Aemond thought for a minute. With trembling hands, he reached for the bandage and began to unbutton the strap. Lenerys watched him, the fact that he opened up to her proved how much he trusted.
Oh, she would not lie, it looked awful. Now, of course, his face was not swollen and blood was not flowing from the wound, but the cut had already closed, it only remained to give time to allow the wound to finally heal. The empty eye socket caused goosebumps on her back, but she did not show it. He doesn't need to know her opinion on this right now – Can I help with bandaging and ointments?
"Aren't you... scared?" – Aemond looked like a cornered fawn, in his one eye there was fear mixed with hatred, with hope and naive childish love. The princess's words warmed his little heart, gave him hope.
- No, of course not, - she pressed him to her again, as if to prove the truth of her words, and continued stroking his head.
King's Landing/
So, the prince's bad mood was overshadowed by the news of his Lenerys departure. As the lady explained, she had to go to the Eyrie and fulfill her duties as a wife, simultaneously telling him what awaits him in his future marriage, his role and the role of his wife already. Aemond listened to her, but rage and resentment only grew in his heart, and they were directed at Lord Arryn, the scoundrel who steals her from him.
After the night conversation, Lenerys bandaged his eye every evening, applied ointments, sometimes she did it together with Alicent. The boy liked that there was no tension between Lenerys and his mother, they talked sweetly about everyday topics, sometimes mentioning the "red seas", or rather their absence, but he did not really understand what it was about, and he didn't want to, the prince just enjoyed a moment of peace.
The nightmares did not go away, the anxiety became stronger after the news of the aunt's imminent departure. He was suffering from an overabundance of feelings, he wanted to open up to her, tell her everything he thinks, what he dreams about ... about how he would like to marry her in a couple of years according to the old Valyrian Tradition. He had never seen her in person, but he had read a lot. The magic of an ancient civilization flowed from the lines he read, and it intrigued him so much! The young prince often fell into fantasies about how their palms and lips would be cut by dragon glass, after which their blood, their flesh, souls and nature would become one and they would seal them with a kiss… But he was not stupid, he knew that now it was worth taking all his feelings under control, since he had taken control of Vhagar. Aemond knew that now, when he was barely eleven, Lenerys would refuse him. He will keep these emotions and feelings and will be able to open up to her later, he will wait for her.
King's Landing. Evening.
Princess Lenerys had been absent for a week, it was quite sad without her in the Red Castle. The Prince was just getting used to the new reality. If earlier everyone was discussing dwarfs and bastards, now everyone was discussing the "Poor One-Eyed Prince". Only a week had passed, but Aymond was already looking forward to their new meeting, he even thought of flying to his aunt on Vhagar, but he understood that this would be an extremely childish and infantile act, he decided to wait for her obediently.
The clang of dishes and appliances did not distract the young prince much from the flow of thoughts, but unlike his relatives, he did not eat, there was no appetite. After the incident on the Driftmark, there was no appetite at all, but he ate with effort. That is what his mother asked him, that's what Helena asked, that's what Lenerys asked. "In order for the wound to heal faster, you need to eat well. And if you want to become a strong young man, including" every time before eating, he scrolled this quote in his head.
- Please pay attention, - his father's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, - there are joyful news from the Eyrie! - the whole family put down the cutlery and was already listening attentively to the king, - my sister, our Princess Lenerys Targaryen writes that after so many moons and years of marriage, she and Lord Arryn will finally have their first child! – Alecent clapped joyfully, Otto nodded and drank from a glass of wine, Aegon did not care, Helena muttered something, and Aemond…
"What?" was the first thought that popped into his head. He looked anxiously at his relatives, watching their reaction, and when he realized that he had heard everything correctly, he fell into a slight stupor. He didn't want to believe his ears, but that was the reality. The baby had not even been born yet, but Aemond had already hate him.
- A child is the fruit of love between a man and a woman, – Aemond looked at his mother, she looked joyful, - I'm glad that at last everything worked out for them! - His father the king smiled approvingly and raised the goblet above his head.
- To my future nephew!
At this moment, it seems the whole world has become deaf, or vice versa, Aemond has become deaf to the world. He did not hear voices, he did not hear the cups meet with a characteristic clang ... the only thing he heard was the beating of his broken heart, it was reflected in his ears, and it seemed that it was because of him that he became deaf. His breath was knocked out, he greedily sniffed the air and exhaled convulsively. He is on the verge of tears again,…He hates it.
Everyone seemed to be busy with the good news, and no one was paying attention to the one-eye prince, but his older brother, Aegon, was watching him, grinning at his suffering.
After his mother and the maesters changed his bandages and applied ointments, the queen came up and gently kissed him on the forehead, he did not resist. This evening he was not talkative, the prince wanted everyone to leave his chambers as soon as possible.
Finally, when his mother left, wishing him a quiet night, he gave free rein to his emotions. Quiet sobs, he bit his lips so as not to scream, and his absent eye, as if he was also trying to squeeze tears out of himself, itched inexorably. The wound also began to itch, but he restrained these impulses as best he could, instead he tore the pillow and fabrics, feathers were scattered on his bed.
No matter how hurt he was, he could not and didn't want to blame her. He did not reveal his feelings to his aunt, and she owed him nothing, but such logical conclusions did not act as a miracle cure for his bleeding heart. He understood that hating an innocent child was stupid, infantile, but his mother's words "A child is the fruit of love between a man and a woman" pressed him even harder and more painfully. His emotions were like a typhoon. Hatred, resentment were like huge waves, sweeping away everything in its path, in this case all reasonable arguments.
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ajaxsbeloved · 2 years
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feat. childe, albedo, and kaeya
genre. modern! au, fluff, short fics
summary. what role gets the genshin men to fall for actor! reader (female reader)
warnings. kinda rushed i apologize
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childe
childe’s little brother LOVES watching tv, but unlike most children he loves to watch romance dramas. for what reason? who knows! but regardless whenever childe comes home from the holidays teucer forces him onto the couch to watch his dramas, mostly recently he’s been obsessed with a drama youre starring in.
childe grabs the popcorn and blankets for him and his brother, when he walks into the family room he finds teucer already glued to the screen. a scene of a young woman taking care of a baby is shown, he sits down and teucer tells him all about the show.
the show is about a 21 year old girl (played by you) who finds herself taking care of a child left on her doorstep, through the struggles of everyday tasks you learn to grow and care for the child. it’s a comedy but it’s sweet and carefree!
eventually after a few episodes childe is just as obsessed teucer is and finds himself completely immersed in your role. in his spare time he researches all about the cast and you leading him to find out how close in age you are. after watching multiple interviews and videos about you on youtube he’s head over heels, follows your fan sites and projects and all the other things.
after a good while the avid fanboy finds tickets to an event that you’re going to meet and greet fans with, he takes teucer and happily meets you though is a bit jealous when teucer jumps into your arms. (jealous or more in love? same difference)
and of course being the charmer he is he manages to slip in some flirty comments causing you to blush and enjoy his company, before leaving he slips you his phone number and it’s not a surprise that in bed that night he kicked his feet when receiving a text message from you.
albedo
albedo was never one for shows or dramas but he every once and a while sucrose recommended him one that she thought would suit his taste. however he decided to watch this one under the pretense of “research”
the drama is about two best friends who enter a chemistry internship, one with smarts and the other (played by you) being super dumb. despite how bad you are at chemistry you give it your best and through making friends and learning about college life you somehow don’t blow up the lab!
though your stupidity annoyed him albedo found himself relating to your state of confusion as well as curiosity, he was intrigued enough that he rewatched the drama many times and analyzed your character as a study of human emotion.
while he was quite an enjoyer of your character and the show as a whole he never went out of his way to see you or research you on your own, however one day he stumbled upon you in public.
finding courage he managed to introduce himself and compliment your performance, he did quite a bit of conversing and found your presence easy to relax with! he was surprised that despite how different in person you were you were just as charming as the character you portrayed.
and of course albedo being albedo caused you to be charmed, you ended up asking if he was busy anytime soon and if he wanted to sit down for coffee with you one day! he agreed (while secretly smiling inside) and the rest was history <3
kaeya
this guy is a sucker for dramas, he loves the action and intensity of them. he spends most of his time in his office cubicle pretending to work while actually watching shows, recently though he found a very interesting one with a good plot twist!
the story was of a beloved hero (you) who can’t seem to know how she got to her own current self, throughout the series she learns of her own past and pieces together her origin story. however the show takes a turn when she becomes a villain after learning of her past, the show is about identity and secrets as well as becoming who you really are.
if kaeya was a sucker before he’s even more of a sucker now, he rewatches the show multiple times just for your character development and is astounded by your acting skills for doing such a unique plot.
he talks his tongue off to his coworkers and diluc about the show and is recommending it right and left, he’s probably the number 1 promoter for the drama and eventually diluc makes a deal that if he gets to meet you that he’d shut up about the show.
kaeya agrees and being a man with connections diluc manages to befriend people who are in your inner circle and thus kaeya meets you by becoming a mutual “friend” of diluc, upon meeting you and learning about your behavior he becomes only more enamored by your depth of though and real complexity outside of your role.
you two become quite close friends through long talks about your past and how you cope with your struggles, finding comfort in him you open up and trust each other with your hardest struggles and most buried secrets!
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unabashegirl · 10 months
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Enticing 24 (HS) —PREVIEW
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Summary: Harry Styles is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?
— all chapters of enticing —
DISCLAIMER: the following chapter and series is only completed and available on Patreon.
Author’s note: Today’s episode is going to be charged with angst and fighting. It will have lots of drama and lots of cursing, so I am making sure to warn all of you. I hope you enjoy it!
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Unfortunately, like everything good, the vacation had to end. And to everyone’s dismay, they all had to leave Italy behind.  Alessandro was particularly sad to leave his family behind. William was just happy to get back to his routine, much like Harry. On the other hand, Michael was excited to get back to the US with Violet, to pick up where they had left off. Y/N was happy to get back to Oliver, but still felt the blues of leaving behind such an incredible trip.
“I am excited to have a burger” William pointed out as they all boarded the jet in Milan “And some fries. We should stop before getting back to the apartments”.
“That’s actually not a bad idea” Michael responded as he carried Violet's purse and her coat and settled them on a seat. “Or have it delivered before we get home”.
“I just want to sleep in my own bed and see Oliver” Harry mumbled, which earned him a smile from Y/N.
“I am excited to see him too.”  She could only imagine how big he had gotten in the last few weeks. Y/N just wanted to cuddle him to death and never leave him behind again. The break from working had been nice, but she no longer considered taking care of Oliver as work. He was just a perk of working for Harry.
“Welcome aboard, Mr. Styles” one of the stewardesses greeted him as she offered hot, wet towels to the couple. “How was your trip?” She asked as Harry diligently wiped and cleaned his hands. Y/N could tell that she had a little crush on Harry, her eyes sparkles as soon as she began speaking to him.
“Amanda. Very lovely. Thank you” he was sharp and precise. “What’s being served for dinner?” Harry asked as he reached out and helped wipe Y/N’s hands.
“Duck”
“With?”
“I- I” Amanda cleared her throat as attempted to remember the rest of the food. “I will have to get back to you, Mr. Styles. I am not that sure. Excuse me” she said disappearing to the back of the jet.
“Who is going to tell her that he doesn’t actually care for the menu and just wanted to test her?” Alessandro pulled his shoes off as he got comfortable in his seat. “Stronzo” he whispered as he pulled a blanket over his body. “Your mind games are too much”.
“It’s her job. She should know” Harry shrugged, pulling Y/N into his arms.
“She has a crush on you. She cares” Y/N had downloaded a few movies on her phone to entertain herself and Harry. Even though, he would deny ever needing movies to keep his mind busy. However, Y/N had caught him watching The Real Housewives with her.  For this flight, she had downloaded some psychological thrillers including Shutter Island along with some romcoms.
Y/N decided to start with Shutter Island in the hopes that it would make the time go quicker. She laid with her back against Harry’s chest and her legs stretched out. Harry’s head lay on her shoulder while his right arm would hold her by her waist and kept her in place.
“This is just not adding up” Y/N whispered as her eyes remained glued to her screen. “Where is this Rachel girl?”
“She is probably dead. There is no way she survived the storms” Harry whispered back. An hour had gone by as the majority of the people on the jet had fallen asleep except for them. They were too entertained with the movie to sleep.
All a sudden, a notification on her phone pops up. It was an iMessage from James — her ex. As soon as she can read the title, her finger swipes up and hides the notification. Her heart accelerates, and she mentally prays that he wasn’t able to see it. When his tight grip on her loses, she knows that is too late and Harry had seen it.
“Come” was the only thing he said to get after stopping the movie and standing up. He guides her to the back of the jet where their bedroom is situated and shuts the door, keeping his back towards her as he tries to compose himself and narrow his thoughts down.
Y/N sat on the bed and waited for him to ask away.
“Is James your ex-boyfriend?” He asked after a few awkward minutes of silence.
“Yes”
“Why is he texting you?” Harry turned to look at her, wanting to see her eyes when she told him.
“I have no idea” Harry chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. “What’s so funny?”.
“"That you keep lying to me” He said with a straight face...
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Collateral / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Part 1 here
Summary: After Barry used you as collateral for Rafe's drugs, you decided to take some time away from Rafe. Rafe couldn't handle being away from you for so long and lost it, resulting in Topper contacting you to help calm Rafe down.
Warnings: drinking, angry Rafe, destruction, etc... lmk if I missed anything.
Author's note: Here's part 2 my lovelies! I hope you love it! Please like, reblog, and comment so I can gain feedback on how I'm doing. Thank you. Sorry, it took long, had a busy couple of days.
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You hadn't spoken to Rafe properly in about a week and three days, needing the time to clear your head. Rafe had called a few days ago to ask if you were okay and were planning to come back to him but you didn't have a definitive answer that would please him. You were taking this time to really think about your relationship as a whole and whether you could withstand any more of Rafe's addiction. You hadn't quite realised how much it had affected you and taken a toll on your wellbeing, needing to focus on yourself for a little bit. You just wanted two weeks to yourself, before getting the confidence to see Rafe again. You had been spending time with your friends, going out for lunch and spending time with your family. But your mind remained clouded with the love you had for Rafe, your heart yearning for him.
Two of your best friends came over to keep your company, wanting to see how you were feeling about Rafe. You all sat on your balcony, a small sofa and chair set out there. You sighed, a glass of wine in hand and looked out at the beautiful view. "I honestly have no idea, my head is telling me to think about all the stress and trouble he's caused, yet my heart misses him. I keep thinking about all the amazing, loving, intimate times we had together and how much we love each other. I don't deny for a second that he loves me but how much can I put up with?" You huffed sadly, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort. Kelly, your tanned brown-headed friend looks at you with her brown eyes, "I know for a fact that boy is head over heels in love with you, but I know how much pain he has caused you. I suppose a good question is, can you see yourself having a future without him? and if you can, does it upset you?" she questioned, taking a sip from her own drink.
"Kels is right, are you going to regret not making it work? that's what you need to ask yourself. Of course, I don't want to see you hurt but I can't help but be on team Rafe. I've never seen you happier when things are good with you guys." Jennifer shrugged, always having like Rafe and you together. Jennifer's blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight, her eyes twinkling at you with curiosity. "UGHH, I have no idea. And that's the problem, I need to figure it out. I thoughts two weeks would be enough but I'm reaching that point and it's not made things any clearer." you admitted, a pout forming. Your two friends laughed at you, "sorry babe, we can't help you with this one. This is a solo battle." Kelly watched as you huffed to yourself, feeling sadness for you being in such a difficult position.
Eventually, the two left, leaving you to your own thoughts once again. You moved inside, closed the balcony door behind you and sat on your bed. You continued to sip your wine, opting to put a show on to watch. You flicked through Netflix and found something that piqued your interest. You weren't really paying attention, you just wanted some background noise to distract yourself. It helped to distract you for a while, interesting for about two episodes. You stared mindlessly at the TV, thoughts of Rafe filling your mind. You groaned, wondering how he was doing and what he was up to. Was he with someone else? Had he already moved on? Oh... the image of him with some gorgeous blonde model-like woman filled your head, making you feel jealous. You sighed, pausing the show and decided to take a shower. It was already 9:30 pm by this point now.
You made your way into your ensuite bathroom and turned on the shower. You stripped your clothing and got in the shower, feeling the hot water run down your head to your body. You leant your backward and let the water run through your hair, helping to relax you. The hot water melted all your stress away, helping to fully distract your mind for a while. You washed your hair with your favourite shampoo and conditioner and scrubbed your body clean with your favourite scent. You took your time, the hot water did wonders for your stress and worries. Once you were finally done and felt clean, you stepped out and wrapped a towel in your hair and on your body. You brushed your teeth and for a little extra treat to make yourself feel better, you did a little skincare routine for your face. You used your favourite body moisturiser and got dressed into a pair of sweats and a pyjama top.
You got into bed feeling better, your worries had left temporarily. You cuddled into bed, letting your damp hair air-dry. You continued to watch the show from before, allowing your mind to fully focus on it and pay attention to what was happening. You had fallen asleep at some point through the show, only becoming aware of this when you were woken up by your phone ringing next to you. You groaned and paused the TV, looking at the caller ID. You frowned, Topper's name appearing on the screen. You and Topper were friendly, having hung out a few times at parties or at Tannyhill with Rafe and Kelce. You answered, placing the phone to your ear. You tiredly rubbed your eyes, "hello?" you yawned out, hearing commotion on the other end. Topper sighed, "y/n I'm sorry to call you this late but we have a situation here. Rafe! Calm down! Fuck sake!" Topper yelled in frustration, immediately catching your attention.
You sat up in bed at the mention of Rafe's name, why did he need to calm down? What was he doing? "Topper?" You asked, feeling nerves settle in your stomach. "I'm sorry y/n, Rafe's freaking the fuck out. He got really drunk and is emotional. He's screaming, throwing shit, crying. He keeps mentioning your name, no one can calm him down." Topper huffed, seeming to feel bad for calling to ask for your help. You debated for a moment, wondering whether going was a good idea. You were about to say no when you heard Rafe yell and something smashing, "Text me the address, I'll come straight away." You heard Topper breathe heavily, "I'll send it straight away, we aren't far. Thank you. Rafe! Stop-" The call ended suddenly, making you worry about what Rafe was doing. The thought of doing something stupid and hurting himself or others entered your mind, making you feel panicked.
You got out of bed and slipped on a pair of converse, tying your hair into a messy bun. Grabbing your car keys and a loose grey zip-up jacket, you made your way downstairs. You knew your family would be upstairs in bed by this point, so you didn't stress about explaining where you were going. You text your parents, letting them know that you went on a drive to clear your head. At least they wouldn't worry if they found your bed empty. Topper texted you the address of where they were, knowing where it was, you placed your phone in your pocket and drove there. It only took fifteen minutes, luckily finding a spot close by to park. The second you got out of your car, you could hear yelling and smashing. You gulped and made your way to the noise. You saw Topper, Kelce, and Rafe come into view, your heart beating faster.
You watched as Rafe kicked a bin that was nearby, the contents going everywhere on the floor. Tears were running down his face and he looked broken. His hair was dishevelled from pulling and running his hand through, loose pieces falling onto his face. It pained your heart to see him this way, so defeated and hurt. "Top." You announced to the blonde-headed boy, alerting him to your presence. He turned to look at you, a look of relief on his face. Kelce looked at you with a small smile, seemingly also relieved for you being there. "He won't stop y/n, he's having a meltdown." Topper rubbed his face tiredly, you felt bad for the two. You placed your hand on Topper's arm, "I got this, you guys go." You nodded to the pair, Kelce was easily convinced. Topper looked at you with concern, "You sure?" he asked wearily.
"Yeah, I'm sure." You nodded, reassuring him that it was okay to leave. Topper sighed and nodded, both boys walking away. You turned your attention to Rafe, who somehow had no idea you were there. You walked over slowly, "Rafe." You called lightly, hoping not to piss him off. His eyes went wide as he turned, almost not believing you were there in front of him. He pushed his hair back out of his face, allowing you to fully see his tear-stained cheeks. You walked towards him, hoping he had somewhat calmed down. "What's going on?" You whispered, tears pricking your vision. He grabbed your face and pulled your forehead against his, his breathing heavy. The smell of liquor fanning across your face with each deep breath he took, the feeling of him touching you made your skin tingle.
"I can't do it y/n, I can't be without you. Nothing makes sense without you, I've never felt so lost." He whispered, his hands trembling as they held you. You felt the tears fall as you pulled back from his forehead and stared at him, "why are you screaming and throwing stuff?" you questioned, staring at him with concern. He huffs, "because I'm fed up of fucking up all the time, it made me lose the best thing I had ever had." He pulls away from you, making your skin feel cold. You sigh, "okay, c'mon. We'll talk about this tomorrow when you're sober. This isn't a conversation to have while one party is drunk." You reached for him, pulling him towards your car. He complied, not bothering to fight you.
You helped Rafe into the passenger seat, buckling his belt for him. He looked up at you as you did so, a look of sadness and adoration in his eyes. You closed his door and made your way around, releasing a sigh as you did. You got in and made the short journey to his house, silence filling the car. Rafe's eyes stared at you the whole ride, his head leaning against the seat. It made you feel extremely nervous, he looked at you with such love yet it was tainted by his sadness. Pulling into the driveway of Tannyhill, you got out and helped Rafe out. His arm wrapped around your waist, half for balance and half for just getting to touch you in some way. You didn't move away or tell him to stop, having craved his touch for a week.
Everyone was either in bed or out, so it was quite easy to slip inside without questions. You led Rafe slowly and carefully upstairs, trying not to make too much noise. Finally reaching Rafe's room uneventfully, you opened his door and led him in. You closed the door with your foot and helped him to the bed. He struggled to remove his clothes, falling over as he did so. You sighed and grabbed the bottom of his shirt with shaky hands. You slowly lifted him off him, throwing it on the floor for now. You helped to pull down his jeans, avoiding looking at his crotch. He watched you with slightly wide eyes, his skin tingled in each place that your skin touched. You helped him under the duvet, "give me a call tomorrow when you feel up to talking okay?" You spoke lightly, almost scared of what the talk would mean.
You were about to turn around to collect his clothes to put in the hamper when your wrist was grabbed, Rafe stopping you from walking away. You turned to him confused, "stay." He whispered, stroking the skin of your wrist with his thumb. "Rafe I don-" you were interrupted, "please. Just stay." He almost begged, his voice raspy from all the screaming. You sighed and nodded, your skin itching to be held by him. The thought of sharing a bed with him again had your heart soaring with happiness, "okay." You nodded, removing your hoodie and placing it on the floor. Rafe lifted the duvet for you, you got under the covers and faced the opposite direction of him.
You got yourself comfortable, Rafe was facing your back. You felt his hand reach to hold your waist but pull back at the last second, a sigh releasing him. "Thank you," Rafe whispered into your neck, the small hairs standing up. You inhaled sharply, "it's okay." You whispered back, feeling his breath fanning the exposed skin of your neck. You snuggled into the bed, preparing to go to sleep. Your thoughts were running wild, but you decided to block them out and deal with everything tomorrow. You were starting to drift off slowly after some time, hearing Rafe's breathing slow down. You assumed he was asleep until you felt him shift towards you. His front pressed against your back, his arm snaking around your waist. "I love you." He whispered, assuming you were asleep. You couldn't help a small smile escape, not moving or saying anything. I love you too, you thought as you began drifting off.
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The sun streamed in through the window, gracing the room with sunshine. You stirred at the intrusion, frowning at the brightness. You opened your eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the light. After two minutes of allowing yourself to come to, you realised Rafe was cuddling you still so tightly. Like he was afraid that if he let you go, you'd disappear. You smiled, happy to be close to him once more but then you remembered the talk you needed to have. You sighed and just decided to enjoy the feel of his arms around you for now. You closed your eyes for a bit, snuggling further into Rafe's warm body. You gently pulled Rafe's arm tighter around your waist without waking him and placing your hand on top of his.
After ten minutes, Rafe began to stir. You felt him sit up slightly, feeling his eyes peering down at you. You kept your eyes shut, curious as to what he would do. You felt his hand stroke your face, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear. Your skin tingled from his touch, your stomach fluttering with joy. You opened your eyes, starting up at him with a small smile. His eyes widened and he pulled away, disappointment spreading through you at the absence of his touch. "Morning." You turned to face him, still snuggled in the bed. The sheets smelt like him, his spray having rubbed on the material and left behind traces. It was heaven.
"Morning, I'm sorry about that. I'm used to cuddling you in my sleep." He mumbled, looking down at his hands. You smiled, "it's fine, don't worry about it. Shall we have breakfast, we need to talk?" You asked, biting your lip nervously. You wanted him back so badly but could you trust him again? You were unsure. You always placed a lot of trust in Rafe. What happened with Barry woke you up, making you realise that that was not the life you wanted for yourself. You want a life with Rafe but not with his lifestyle, you knew he couldn't just cut it off straight away but if he could start making the right choices, you would consider taking him back. He nodded, "yeah, let's go." He got dressed comfortably and you both made your way downstairs.
Breakfast was made, you both had something simple as you weren't feeling hungry. The nerves of having this conversation were causing you to lose your appetite slightly. You had mostly sat in silence, both stealing small glances up at one another from opposite now and again. Rafe was the first to break the silence, "how bad was I last night?" You looked up at him, he was already looking at you expectantly. "Umm... You were angry, shouting a lot, you said a lot of things, and you wouldn't calm down." You mumbled, finishing your toast and placing both of your plates in the sink to wash. You started washing the dishes as Rafe continued, "how did you end up there?" He questioned with furrowed brows.
"Topper rang me, you were apparently yelling my name. You wouldn't calm down for Top or Kelce, so Topper asked if I would come and help, so I did." You explained, putting the washes dishes to the side. He seemed to be taking the information in, you swore if you could look into his brain you would see the cogs turning. "Let's go to the living room, we'll talk more there." He nodded, following you to the seating area. You both took a seat, not far from each other. Your knees were barely touching, and neither of you was willing to move. "I'm sorry about how I acted last night, you didn't deserve to deal with that." He grumbled, putting his head in his hands ashamed. You placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, "it's okay, I was happy to come and help. What was going through your head to get that drunk?" You wondered, you hadn't seen him quite that drunk in a long time.
He sighed and released his head, "I was thinking about you and how I'd fucked up so badly by losing you. I hated myself for putting you in that position with Barry, that should never have happened. I don't feel sorry for many things that happen in my life or because of me but I feel sorry for that, you deserve better." He mumbled the last part, seeming to hate saying the last part. You sighed, "I don't want better Rafe, I want you. I just can't be around that lifestyle for the rest of my life. If you can prove to me that you're willing to change, then I'd be happy to give this another go. I know that it's not going to be a miracle and that it will take time but so long as I can see you making those changes, then we can work through it together." He looked at you with such surprise, his eyes wider than saucers. His mouth formed an 'o' as if he couldn't believe that you would stay after that.
You saw tears form in his eyes, "you're one of the only people who seem to stay by my side no matter what. Even after what happened, you're still willing to be with me?" He questioned in shock, the tears falling. You smiled sadly, " I haven't been with you for years to just give up on us Rafe, I'm still just as in love with you now as I was three years ago. You're my everything, and I can't see my life without you in it." You felt tears begin pooling in your eyes, your friend had been right. The thought of having a future without him pained you, letting you know everything. Rafe scooted forwards, wanting to be close to you. "I fucking love you." his lips came crashing down on yours with so much passion and force that you felt the air almost get knocked out of you. Your hands grabbed the back of his neck and tangled through his hair, a groan escaping Rafe as you lightly pulled his hair.
The kiss deepened, Rafe's hands gripping your shirt tightly, pulling you closer to him. A small moan escaped you as Rafe slipped his tongue inside your mouth slightly, things quickly becoming heated. You were about to straddle him when you heard someone walking in your direction, causing you to pull away. Rafe chased your lips as you moved away which made you giggle, Sarah walked past and looked in your direction. She smiled widely, "thank god! Now Rafe can stop sulking around the house like a child." she smirked and made her way towards the door.
You smiled at the confession, "fuck you, Sarah!" He called with a glare, she just laughed in response from afar. You were suddenly lifted from the sofa, a squeal of surprise leaving you when you were flipped upside down. Rafe had you swung over his shoulder, "time for me to show you just how much I missed you." you could hear the smirk in his tone. He slapped your ass which made you squeal once again, you were in for a long night.
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The Company Party
Fandom: Alex Bale/Don't Feed the Muse
Summary: Jared is a private guy. He spends his days alone working for the IT Department, and he's fine with that. He wouldn't enjoy going to some company party. No way.
Word Count: 1,435
This piece of Jared fluff was requested by @sam-harz. I hope you enjoy!
In the dank recesses of Happy Meat Farms HQ, there was a room darker and dingier than the rest. It was a room that few ventured near, but the inhabitant of the room didn’t mind too much. He was never very good with people anyway. He was content with spending his days there staring at the computers, helping Mother in any way he could.
He loved the work he did in IT, genuinely. Every new person or problem was a fun little puzzle sent his way. The hard ones were always the best. Victoria was probably his favorite. He had to search deep in her files to find the hair incident. He had never felt more pride than when he sent that information up to HR.
Something wet and soft nudged against Jared’s hand. One of the mutant dogs had taken a liking to him and lived with him in his room. He had named it Bobbo. Bobbo stared at him, begging for affection that Jared was more than happy to give. He scratched the bottom of Bobbo’s chin slowly and carefully so that his metal hand did not break skin. It wouldn’t faze the mutant mutt, but Jared always felt bad.
A loud thud outside of Jared’s door made him jump in his seat. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought someone knocked on his door. But no one knocks on his door. Someone must have dropped something outside again. He returned to petting Bobbo, but when the thud occurred two more times, he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Jared opened his door enough so that his center eye could be seen. It was the new guy, Wesley. He vaguely remembered getting his file when he was first given his Muse, but Jared never got anything after that. He must have been very eager to join the family. Or very desperate. Or both.
“Hello?” Jared’s voice was scratchy from lack of use.
“Hey, man,” Wesley replied with the usual chipper attitude of the others. Jared had never been very good at putting that mask on, but he didn’t need to with his role. “We were throwing a company party, and I figured I would let you know.”
“A party?”
“Yeah, I think it’s something that human businesses do to celebrate milestones or holidays.” Jared rolled his two eyes that were out of view. He knew what a company party was. He could remember a few from before he joined the family. That wasn’t the part he was confused about.
Wesley handed him a flier through the crack in the door. “It’s going to be tomorrow at 8 in the evening. See you then?”
“If I finish my tasks, then maybe,” Jared answered before promptly closing the door.
He looked down at the poster. It was very well made. Someone from the art department must have put it together. Jared tossed it to the side. Wesley was new, so he probably didn’t know how things worked yet. No one talked to Jared, so Jared didn’t talk to anyone. And Jared was fine with that.
Bobbo caulked his head in confusion. Jared shrugged before continuing with his work.
The next day, Jared was where he always was. In his room, working in the dark. It was a surprisingly light day. With the final phase being so near, there were not as many hosts that needed motivation, so it was mostly tidying up the files that he was sent. 
Jared pushed his swivel chair through the walls of servers to the TV he had set up in the back. He had been a good boy, so he deserved a treat. He pulled out his Spongebob box set, and searched for the right episode. He settled on “Ghost Host”. The Flying Dutchman had always been a favorite character of his.
Just as the theme song got into full swing, Bobbo started barking. Jared shifted his left eye so that he could see the dog at the door staring at him.
“Do you need to go out, boy?” he asked. He slowly got up from his chair, feeling the pops and cracks from a long day of work. He opened the door, but Bobbo didn’t go bounding down the hall like he normally did. Instead, he stayed on the threshold, staring at Jared.
Jared rolled his eyes. “Do you want me to go with you?”
Bobbo immediately bounded the hallway. Luckily, the dog would stop and wait for Jared before turning a corner. Otherwise, Jared would have lost him before he got out of his room. 
As Bobbo continued to twist and turn through the halls, Jared recognized his surroundings less and less. This was definitely not the normal way that Bobbo went to go outside, but Jared quickly shrugged it off. Perhaps, Bobbo just wanted to go for a walk. As long as one of them knew how to get back. Jared would never in a million years have guessed what was on the other side of the door Bobbo just ran through.
As Jared burst through as well, every head turned towards him. Most of his family, many of whom had gone through digestion, but some who had not yet, were clustered in various groups of three or four. Some were sitting at the tables that had neatly been set out. Others were in the middle grabbing more food from the long table off to the side covered in a variety of meats.
It was a party. The party that Jared had had no intention of going to. The one that he had just bursted into like he had. Everyone was staring at him. Was it normal for people to stare at the new arrival to a party? It doesn’t seem like it should go on this long. Either way, he was stuck here now. If he ran, Mother, how he wanted to run, that would be worse. Maybe if he stood there long enough, they would stop staring. Maybe-
“Jared! Hey, man.” Wesley walked over and ushered Jared into the room. Thankfully, everyone else turned back to their own conversation. 
Wesley led Jared over to a table where Mark, Antonio, and Carl were sitting. He remembered those three well. Or, there human forms at least. They had all been a handful before they joined the family. 
“Hey, Jared,” Antonio greeted, “Oh hey, great job with the information for the Drawing Room. It really stopped Mark from being difficult. At least for a little bit.” He turned over to Mark. “No offense.”
Mark shrugged. “None taken.”
“Uh…thanks.” Jared remained standing, looming over the four. The chairs were designed for humans, so he had to. He missed his special chair.
“It’s great to see you out and about, Jared,” Carl said, “It’ll do you some good to get away from those screens from time to time.”
Jared stared, confused. “You all… want to see me?”
They stared at him. Why do people always stare at him?
“Of course, we do,” Mark chuckled, “Why wouldn’t we?”
“Because I came out incomplete. I am not fully Jared the human the host, but I am not Jared the muse either. I figured that’s why no one ever talked to me.”
The look they all gave him sent shivers up his spine. Why did they all have to look at him with such big, pitiful faces? It was fine. He didn’t mind the isolation. He liked being alone…right?
“Oh shoot, Jared we’re sorry,” Wesley said.
“We always thought that you were just a private guy,” Carl added, Do you…want us to come visit more often?”
Jared was surprised with how quickly he answered. “That would be acceptable.”
On that note, the five continued to make small-chat and enjoy themselves. Jared would tell stories about particularly tricky hosts while the others discussed their own troubles with their hosts. By the end of the party, Jared was sitting down on the floor with Bobbo curled up in his lap. He found himself stretching out his farewell to his family, his friends, for as long as he could. When he got back to his room, he smiled genuinely for the first time in a long while.
In the dank recesses of Happy Meat Farms HQ, there was a room darker and dingier than the rest. It was a room few ventured to often, but those who did could always count on good company and a fun story. The inhabitant of the room didn’t mind the intrusion much. He was happy to spend his days here, helping his family in any way he could.
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Round 3 of 8, Group 1 of 2
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Six Feet Under: 5.12 Everyone's Waiting
Nate and Brenda's daughter Willa is born, but 2 months early and at only 2 lb. 4 oz., requiring a prolonged hospital stay. Nate is convinced she won't make it and insists that he can't accept it if she does and is "damaged", shaking Brenda's own confidence. Rico encourages David to sell the funeral home but instead he and Keith buy out Rico's 25% so he can start his own. David agrees to temporarily leave home, and goes to the funeral home. There he's confronted by Nathaniel about considering leaving the business and for his gayness, and is forced to fight his mysterious attacker back, then finally sees his face. Maya is returned to Brenda and Ruth has to face her own problems, until Maggie reveals Nate did see her, happily, as Brenda insisted. Claire takes up photography (of Ted) again and gets a job offer at a New York photo production company, but offers to be there for Ruth until she insists she go and unfreezes her account. Brenda gets a surprise visit from Nate, who finally shows love for his daughter, and someone else. Claire learns the company who gave the job offer has just failed, but Nate encourages her to go onto New York anyway.
What We Do in the Shadows: 5.03 Pride Parade
cw for nudity and sex (the sex scene is completely clothed, common for this show).
The vampires help Sean host a Pride parade; Nadja helps her doll achieve a long-held dream.
So much is happening. Nandor's having his little jealousy arc over Guillermo spending more time with Laszlo than with him. Meanwhile, Guillermo's transformation slowlya and grotesquly continues. Laszlo makes suncream from Guillermo's sweat and literally gets to frolic in the sun for the first time in centuries! Also, they try to disprove some common vampire myths, like having to count grains of rice that fell on the floor (true) or their powers of flying. Nandor claims he can fly to outer space, and tries to prove it only to impress Guillermo. Meanwhile, Nadja (who broke the legs of the Doll Being Posessed By The Spirit Of Deceased Human Nadja offscreen between seasons) switches bodies with Spirit Of Deceased Human Nadja (yes, in this show a woman is posessed by the spirit of herself). We find out that Human Nadja died a virgin, so they enter her into a speed dating event. It turns out that Human Nadja is even worse at interacting with modern humans than Vampire Nadja is. Nandor then flies to space, equipped with a go-pro and a selfie stick. They then literally have Colin Robinson ALSO posess the body of Vampire Nadja, which ends in some sorta Harry Potter 1 (it's the best comparison ok) type creature with Nadja's face in the front and Colin Robinson's face in the back. Meanwhile, the underlying plot of this episode is that they are all actually helping their Human Neighbour Sean with organizing a pride parade (a ploy by him to increase his voting block with the LGBTQ+ community), and finally the psrade begins. Nandor literally crashes it as he falls down from space, getting up buck naked and slightly charred, gloating to Guillermo about how he did it. Then the pride parade begins, and the highlight is clearly Guillermo (who came out as gay to his family last season), having his own little cart where he's just holding a sign that says "Gay Man". He's been scrutinizing this whole event from the second it was suggested, but in the end, he slowly stsrts to get into it, learning to enjoy himself. The episode ends with Laszlo fucking the body of his wife, which inhabits two different people, while his actual wife in her doll body sits on his shoulder. This is very much consentual by all parties involved.
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supernatural s14e20 moriah (w. andrew dabb)
dads fighting over killing their kid, sammy stressed. what a world
(jfc when jdm/john is talking in the recap i'm like godDAMN whose voice is he reminding of - oh right, i talked about this already when watching that very episode -_- good voice 10/10 both actors)
i wonder how far back it goes that they showed people getting their heads chopped off to the line "Lay your weary head to rest" in carry on my wayward song because i remember this song used to hit me in the feelings way back when (mentioned it still working for me in 6x22 at least.) anyway, i am also very literal with song lyrics and my little fanvids so i can't really criticize but tone 🤌
CASTIEL You should never have tried to lock him away. DEAN You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead. CASTIEL Dean. DEAN He's dangerous, Cas, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything there is. And this -- Jack -- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster. CASTIEL You don't mean that. DEAN The hell I don't.
sigh, this is frustrating! but we gotta have conflict somewhere right, so dean's taking out is hurt and grief over mary on jack, making choices that are making jack worse. and now hellbent on killing him without taking any time to try to work the problem in another way
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DEAN I don't know. Maybe we call Rowena, see if she can put together one of those, um, "soul bombs." SAM The...thing you were gonna use against the Darkness? DEAN Yeah, might actually put a dent in the kid. SAM Okay. (quietly) DEAN Sam, I know this isn't easy, okay? He -- I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family. But this? This is not Jack anymore. He's hurting, he's killing people. This isn't gonna be easy, but we're gonna have to do the hard thing. We're gonna have to do the ugly thing. Ain't like it's the first time, though, right?
was he raring to kills cas when he killed all those people and angels when fake god juiced up on souls?
apparently yes! clearly forgot about that
wiki summary excerpt from 7x01 The ritual is successful, and Death appears, bound. He thinks that he has been summoned regarding Sam's hallucinations, and Dean looks to Sam, surprised by the news. Death asserts that he can't help Sam (there's only "one wall per customer"), and Dean tells him instead that they want him to kill Castiel. Before they can convince him, though, Castiel appears. He threatens to kill them all, but Dean reminds him that Death is under their control. It appears that they are at a stalemate.
ok, so is this truth spell business from jack everywhere? fic premise-y. and mirror universe for the company name, okay.
SAM You. Come on, man. You're always calling me a geek, but you know every word to every Led Zeppelin song -- backwards and forwards -- you can discuss in detail every major rock drummer between '67 and '84, and... you watch "Jeopardy!" every night.
not to mention nerding out over horror films, cars, etc etc. we are all but nerds in our own special ways
like, we're really going for truth spell gags here? what'd i say about tone? lol
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well. stapler queen is cute
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pretty place to film and nice shot. didn't expect chuck but knew he had to come around eventually. i do really enjoy rob benedict though. he's so good at being that chill aw shucks persona that chuck usually is. like hey what a nice smile, good to see him! wait, he's the absent-est of fathers and lets the world nearly implode on a regular basis
DEAN Yeah, guess your life isn't so perfect after all, EightPackMommy. SAM What? DEAN Yeah, she's got this blog. Yeah, you know what? Your kids aren't that cute. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it. You know what I mean? I'll stop talking. SAM Probably a good plan.
hope we get better truth spell anecdotes than dean follows a mommy blogger (nope.) also are we really supposed to just take on this info that sam's favorite singer is actually celine dion? :p
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cathartic until god yells at you
CHUCK Okay, look. I get it. All right, I'm from the deus from the machina, and you have questions.
all very twee
CHUCK: Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off. I built the sandbox -- you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against -- what was it? -- the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in.
i will always appreciate a roast of the bmol plotline
SAM So you're saying Jack is Apocalyptic? CHUCK The kid said, "Stop lying," and I don't know if you noticed, but the world kinda went insane.
the whole crazy powered up nephilim actually equates to god powers, sure
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lol what. the colt 2.0 but actually kills anything
CHUCK So, this doesn't so much fire bullets as it sends a wave of multi-dimensional energy across a perfectly balanced quantum link between whoever's shooting it and whoever they're shooting at.
this is giving very crack treated seriously (or just plain crack) vibes
CHUCK Uh, whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you. So you kill him... DEAN You die.
🙄okay.
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CAS I don't understand why we're talking about killing Jack. Y-You can fix him. You can --You can restore his soul. That's why I called you. CHUCK Yeah, not so much. SAM You're God. CHUCK Well, souls are complicated -- even for me. Besides, even if I could, would you really want -- I mean, after what he did? CASTIEL Then we bind him. We throw him in the Cage until -- DEAN Stop, Cas. You heard him. This is the only way. CAS And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box. CHUCK Ugh. Billie. I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn. This new Death -- she's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. CAS There has to be another way. DEAN Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself that this is the only thing that can kill Jack, so either get on board, or walk away.
i think part of why i'm finally warming up to cas is him consistently caring about someone - like, willing to go to the mat with anyone for jack. and there's less of this bumbling clueless angel schtick periodically thrown in.
and something again i don't like is when anyone does this shut up there's no other way it's my way or the highway business. i feel like i talked about this before... maybe with the soul bomb business? and probably the box too? rushing into deadly action that can't be walked back with almost no information. which i compared to agonizing over how to deal with lucifer all season in s5 and finally accepting sam going into the cage was the only viable option left. there's just so many plot beats and so much going on at one time. and then dean rushes into shit and i'm just like STOP BREATHE WAIT.
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hopefully not plot relevant flask filling, unlike last time we saw him do it (that i recall) in 7x18
music (lennertz and wynn) at the beginning reminds me a bit of hannibal bloodfest again, the muted version that was in 14x08 when jack had died from the heavenly tuberculosis
glad sam is standing up to dean's willingness to again sacrifice himself at the drop of a hat and point out they haven't even tried to fix anything, just rushing into these awful solutions. and pointing out that they got themselves into this situation in the first place by bringing jack back. (and hey, maybe consider chuck's motivations in all this)
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not a great hug but way less creepy than hugging soulless sam at least. glad he didn't actually kill his grandmother and has calmed down a bit and acknowledged he's not feeling anything anymore
CHUCK No. Sam... you and your brother, of all the Sams and Deans in all the multiverse, you're my favorite. You're just so interesting. I mean, like that thing that happened at the office earlier today -- that was crazy, right? SAM Do you watch us? When you're not here, are -- are you... watching us? CHUCK Yeah. I mean, you're my favorite show.
creeper asshole. what new way can we make them suffer today
SAM Wait a second. Why, when the chips are down, when the world is -- is failing, why does it always have to be on us?! CHUCK Because you're my guys.
good to see sam yelling at chuck about it.
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sigh
like this really is soul bomb 2.0 (i was not a fan). some half cocked plan with new random made up weapon that gets introduced mid episode in the season finale that will result in dean dying to kill some almost-impossible to kill god type entity. not making me cry this time, bitches
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padalecki got to phoebe-run through the park yelling for dean for an extended period of time, that was something
CHUCK This isn't how the story is supposed to end. CAS The story? CHUCK Lookit, the -- the -- the gathering storm, the gun, the -- the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic! DEAN Wait. What are you saying? SAM He's saying he's been playing us. This whole time. CHUCK Come on. SAM Our entire lives. Mom, Dad -- everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because -- Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story? CHUCK Okay, Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up... pull the trigger... and I'll bring her back. Your mom. DEAN No. My mom was my hero. And I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this. And it's not like you even really care. 'Cause Sam's right. The Apocalypse, the first go-around, with Lucifer and Michael -- you knew everything that was going on, so why the games, Chuck, huh? Why don't You just snap your fingers and end it?! CHUCK Look, I -- SAM And every other bad thing we've been killing, been dying over -- where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again -- fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me. CHUCK Dean, don't do this. DEAN No, we're done talking. 'Cause this -- this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.
it feels kind of bonkers that they're just now getting clued into the conceit that all the suffering and misery and death they've been through has been at chuck's direction
surely the god-killing gun doesn't actually work on chuck. there's been a couple weird cuts for ads in the past season or two - where they repeat some action/dialogue after a cut for an ad. which is so weird, they never did that before.
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looks like the bandana dean was using for sam's woulda-been-fatal head wound few episodes ago
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spn 14x17
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so jack's in the empty... and billie is there. okaayyy
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resurrecting all the monsters they killed or whatever this is, sure. an extremely long shot of shambling zombies. did they need to kill time (i thought the cut to billie was the end of the episode and almost just skipped the last several minutes 🥴)
one season left to go. makes me think about how jared and jensen periodically talk about reviving the show but like. The Show was so out of ideas and things just got more and more convoluted and outlandish, what is there even left to do? other than some timeline reset but when they're older. or like apparently the winchesters, whole new au.
and despite how critical i am of the show, i'm still invested and care about sam and dean. so i'd watch whatever sam and dean show they might make. but i'm still gonna be critical :p i have avoided reading other people's opinions on any of the show i haven't seen so whatever criticism i'm spewing out is just my reaction as i watch
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Signs and Secrets
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Chapter: One of Two
Age Rating: 12+
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
AN: Hey guys this chapter will take place in season 14 episode 7 of Grey’s Anatomy. This chapter will feature deaf representation and Amber will use ASL as she talks to a patient. I cast the magnificent Millicent Simmonds as the patient.
Summary: Amber works at the clinic when a roller coaster crashed while her intern friends gossip and speculate over who she’s dating.
Words: 5097
I lie in bed feeling rested as I wake up to the feeling of an arm wrapping itself around my torso. I grin at the feeling because I spent the night at DeLuca’s place and we kept each other company all night long. After karaoke last night, I drove to DeLuca’s place after he left the bar so we wouldn’t raise suspicion. I arrived and we spent the night watching Grease on a laptop in bed and I sang the lyrics as the scenes played. Andrew found it hilarious at first and then he just gazed at me like he was at an Adele concert. The crazy thing is the night was great even without sex.
We just talked and laughed and sang and we had our clothes on the whole time. Most of my other relationships ended the day in sex but this one ended with us in bed fully clothes and holding each other. I never liked being the little spoon because it makes me physically hot and I wake up sweaty but I didn’t wake up sweaty I woke up happy. I turn my head over my shoulder and grin at DeLuca as he kisses my cheek.
“Good morning.”
I moan sleepily, “It is now. Morning.” Andrew kisses me and I happily kiss back before pulling back and turning on my phone. I groan at the time, “We gotta get to work. You’ll be assisting and I’ll be delivering lab results. I am a freaking office worker.” Andrew chuckles at my bitterness and I continue, “If I wanted to deliver papers, I would have rejected college and go straight to a paper making business. I actually considered that, I thought college was pointless and look it was.”
“It’s all part of the job you have to work your way up and prove you belong in an O.R.” He strokes my arm, “I should know I’ve got two years on you just push through it.”
Andrews kisses my shoulder but I’m still peeved even when he’s being sweet, “You know I was salutatorian in high school, I have an honors degree from Iowa State and top of my class at NYU. All I’ve done is push through crap just so I can get this spot and yet the closest to a body I’ve seen is yours and it wasn’t to operate.”
“It would be alarming if you did.” Andrew chuckles but I glare at him for joking when I’m frustrated, “I can see you’re upset how about I pick up some breakfast for us on the way? There’s a café on the way that serves the best egg muffins.”
“As tasty as that sounds why don’t we just make some actual eggs here instead of wasting money?” Andrew has made it his mission to leave right after our alarms go off and it’s making me curious, “What are you hiding DeLuca? Do you have another intern in another guest room waiting for you?”
We both chuckle, “No I wish.” I stop laughing and glare at him and he realizes what he said, “That’s not what I meant I swear. It’s just my sister could be out there with Dr. Hunt and the first time you met her she was half naked and I don’t want to repeat that.”
I look at him confused over Carina’s change in sex partners, “I thought she was with Dr. Robbins?”
Andrew clicks his tongue and has an annoyed look, “Yeah, she was but Arizona wanted a break to focus on her daughter and Carina’s focus shifted from her to Hunt. So that’s two roommates my sister has slept with since she got here.” I look at him in shock before laughing at his family dilemma and he chuckles bitterly, “I’m glad my misery is so amusing to you, you can get dressed and get out.”
I know he’s not serious but I want to rectify, “No come on I’m just playing with you. At least now I see why you wanted to spend the night at my place even though you almost broke your ankle because the walls are so close to the bed.”
Andrew chuckles, “Yeah and it’s kind of degrading that an intern has her own place before me. How did you manage that?”
“I’m a low maintenance person, I don’t need a lot of closet space and I can do wonders with a stove and no oven.” The studio apartment I’m renting doesn’t have an oven so my dinner is mostly mac and cheese, ramen, rice or boiled chicken. It’s not exactly gourmet but it keeps me alive and I have a fridge for the fruit and vegetables.
“Well, we should get going, the Harper Avery’s are on tonight and I don’t want to miss it.”
My eyes lit up, “Oh yeah! Grey is gonna win I mean come on how can she not but your right we should go my friends did the night shift after Joe’s so I have a sleep advantage today.”
Andrew looks at me in mild surprise, “Did you just call the interns your friends? The same interns you called what was it? Oh yeah ‘examples of the millennial generation being the end of the human race.’ I think you called them.”
I shrug, “Well I guess a night of singing to beat a douchey intern you all hate makes you form bonds. But just to be clear this isn’t gonna stop me from beating them all and getting top spot for the next five years.”
“I don’t doubt it and this aggressive ambition of yours is very hot.” Andrew kisses me and I make out with him for few moments until a pull back.
“Nope.” I stand up in my white crop top and white panties and groan that I didn’t bring a change of clothes. I go to one of the drawers and pull out a pair of his black boxer briefs, “Can I borrow these? I have this thing where if I wear the same underwear twice it’ll stay in my head the rest of the day and I’m not sure if your sister brought an extra pair.”
He grins as he stands up in his tank top and sweats, “Sure and hey maybe tonight we can meet at your place.”
“I can’t.” I put on his underwear that are a little loose but they fit as I put on my black jeans, “I have the night shift but hey maybe I can ‘accidentally’ run into you in an on-call room before your shift ends.”
“You know as hot as this whole sneaking around our coworker’s is I feel like it’s moot since Hunt, Webber, Carina, Alex, Robbins and Jo already know and sooner or later one of them is gonna break and tell a nurse. Why not just tell people and get it over with?”
“Because I don’t need my friends to think I’m using nepotism and sex to scrub in. I mean we’re just getting along and I don’t want to give them ammo to shoot me down.” I explain as I grab my backpack, “Look odds are the people who know aren’t gonna say anything because it is none of their business and I made it clear last night I can hurt them.”
Andrew grins at the memory of how she handled that horny frat guy, “Well they already know your seeing someone and they’re not stupid Amber.”
I snort, “Trust me they are. Spending 12 years of your life inside a library away from parties and relationships makes you socially inept. They aren’t gonna notice unless I let them notice and they’re not gonna think too much on it because intern year is hell, it’s like a lobotomy but with scalpels.”
Andrew thinks for a moment before responding, “You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?”
“I only have 10 years of sheltered education and unlike them I went out to socialize once or twice. If you haven’t been to an art gallery opening the four years you live in New York your dead. Now come on let’s go.”
He takes his tank top off and walks to his drawers, “Give me a second I gotta change.” I leave him to change and my thirst for coffee takes over.
I walk down the hall and I walk towards the kitchen to get coffee when a shocking sight causes me to freeze and yell out, “Oh my god!”
A very naked Dr. Hunt is kissing Carina DeLuca who is only wearing an apron and her butt was the first thing that caught my attention because her back is towards me. They look at me and only Hunt looks horrified out of the two, which makes sense since Carina has already been through this with me before.
“Oh my god.” Hunt says in terror and grabs a kitchen towel to cover himself but it’s futile since it’s so small.
I cover my eyes so I don’t see this twisted Adam and Eve scene, “I-I am so sorry I was just gonna get coffee. I-I didn’t see anything I swear.”
I hear Carina speak first nonchalantly like I caught her with her hand in a cookie jar, “It’s not problem Dr. Karev it’s not the first time this happened with us.”
I nod and decide to retreat, “Yeah, I’m gonna go I’ll see you both at the hospital.” I turn fast with my hand still in front of my eyes. I hit my elbow with the doorway and I feel a sharp shooting pain causing me to yell out, “Ow! Shit!”
Andrew runs out fully clothed clearly hearing me yelling, “What? What is it? What’s wrong? Oh my god!” DeLuca sees what caused me to panic and turns the other direction clearly traumatized and curses out in Italian to Carina who thankfully for Andrew was facing him in the front instead of the back. Carina is either apologizing in her native tongue or defending herself I can’t tell because I’m holding my elbow trying to not look inside the kitchen.
“K-Karev are you okay do you need any ice?” Hunt tries to come forward and I hold my hand out horrified to signal stop.
“No!” I yell out and Hunt stops, “Do not come any closer! This does not look great Hunt. Andrew, we need to go now!” Andrew nods full heartedly and runs to the door I follow after getting my backpack from the floor. We both exit the house and pause on the front porch still in shock.
“…We will never speak of this again.” I nod at Andrew’s serious statement and we both walk to my car and I am still aghast that now my boss and I have seen each other naked and I saw Carina DeLuca half naked twice. I feel like I won a record for both categories.
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“I bet it’s Avery.” Helm speculates with Schmitt, Parker, Qadri and Roy as they get ready for work, “I mean you know the saying ‘beautiful people breed together’ and she’s been in his service the last couple of days.”
Qadri scoffs by her locker putting her coat on, “No that’s not possible I don’t think it’s Avery he’s too classy to shag up with an intern on her first week.”
“You’re only saying that hoping it’s you he breaks the rules with.” Helm says with a cruel grin.
Qadri blushes, “I-I-I don’t know where you get that idea.” The others chuckle unconvinced and she rolls her eyes, “Come on! You’ve all seen him you’d have to be blind or ace not to find him hot.”
“Avery isn’t a bad theory.” Roy grins, “I heard he did it with Dr. Edwards when she was an intern plus most of the attendings here had sex with an intern or resident once or twice in the on-call room. The nurses complain a lot.”
Qadri winces at the mention of how the on-call rooms are used, “Well I think it’s Dr. Warren, he’s beautiful too and she spent our first week here in the pit learning under him. Maybe she’s learning under him outside of work.” Qadri says with a mischievous grin.
Helm snaps at her, “You really think she’s getting her supply from the chief’s husband?”
Qadri’s eyes widen in shock, “Wait he’s married to the chief?” The others say yes making her feel stupid, “Well there goes my theory unless they have some kind of arrangement.”
“How do we know it’s someone who works here?” Schmitt asks putting his stethoscope around his neck, “It could be someone from med school or New York.”
“It could be, maybe it’s a stockbroker those are big in NYC or maybe an attending at Langone or-” Qadri gasps, “Maybe it’s a celebrity! I mean it’s New York and she’s a theater geek maybe it’s a Broadway star.” Qadri gasps louder, “You guys…what if it’s Lin Manuel Miranda? What if she’s dating Hamilton?!”
“Then that would make strange foreplay.” Helm says sarcastically, “It has to be someone here we have no lives here or in med school and we don’t have time to meet normal people like Hamilton.” She turns to Casey who is putting his shoes on, “Casey you must know something, you’re the only one she likes and talks to out of all of us.”
“Yeah because you all are whispering about her love life like TMZ.” Casey stands up, “Besides I don’t like gossip and I don’t know also I don’t care who she has in her bed.”
Qadri rolls her eyes, “You suck man.”
“Do you think that’s why she hasn’t shown any interest in me?” Roy asks.
They all say no and Roy’s ego deflates due to this. Amber enters the locker room causing them all to quiet down. Amber narrows her eyes as she opens her locker, Qadri approaches her with a knowing grin.
“Same clothes as yesterday?” Amber looks at the white crop top and black jeans she wore to Joe’s last night and looks at Dahlia confused, “Do we have ourselves a walk of shame She-Karev?”
Amber takes her jacket off and tosses it to Qadri covering her grinning face, “I’m working 80 hours a week on a crap salary and trying to afford my apartment in the city. I don’t have time to do laundry so I just wear the least dirty clothes I have.” Qadri takes the jacket away from her face as Amber takes her clothes off, “Now I know you all are interested in who I am spending my very little free time with so just ask away.”
“Don’t do it.” Helm says bitterly, “She’s just gonna say ‘screw off’ ‘none of your business’ or ‘go to hell’ and we’ll be left to speculate more.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Schmitt says and asks Amber, “Who’s the guy Amber?”
“None of your business.” Amber snaps as she puts her black sweater on and Helm grins at being right while Schmitt frowns, “So who’s the top contender Regis and Kelly? I’m curious and I need something to brighten up my morning.”
“Well, I think it’s Avery.” Helm says.
“And I think it’s Eddie from radiology.” Amber rolls her eyes at Schmitt’s guess as she puts her light blue scrub top on, “I’ve seen him looking at you when you got the films from him the other day.”
“At first I thought it was Warren.”
Amber looks at Dahlia dumbfounded as she takes her jeans off, “He’s married to the chief you imbecile.”
“I didn’t know until a few minutes ago give me a break!” Dahlia says frustrated but calms down, “Anyway now I think it’s Alexander Hamilton. Is it?”
Amber looks at her confused as she takes her jeans off and her underwear catches Roy’s attention, “Nice boxer’s She-Karev.”
Helm gasps, “OooOoo you’re wearing his boxers scandalous!”
“I don’t like panties and men’s underwear are more freeing and they don’t chafe.” Roy chuckles at her excuse, “Plus I wear these better than any of you especially Roy I fill the space in more than he does.” The others chuckle at my emasculating comment.
Qadri continues, “So yeah, Helm’s got Avery, Schmitt has Eddie and I have Lin Manuel Miranda.”
“And I don’t care.” Casey says bluntly.
Amber puts her hair in a messy bun and looks at them all blankly, “Well at least you didn’t throw in Alex Karev because that would be insulting to me on so many levels and just plain disturbing.”
“Y-Yeah it would be given how he’s your brother.” Schmitt adds and Amber glares at him, “And you already know that hence why you made a joke.”
Qadri chuckles, “Come on just tell us I mean if he works here and you’re with him we’re gonna notice the sexual chemistry immediately.”
“I’m sorry but what’s your main resource for sensing sexual tension between a couple?” Amber asks facing Qadri, “Is it The Vampire Diaries or The OC?”
Qadri scoffs, “No…okay fine maybe I did, come on! Give us something it is killing us.”
“Keep on bothering me about my personal life and I’ll kill you instead.” Amber slams her locker door and turns to all of them, “You know what guys just because we see each other almost every day doesn’t mean we have to be friends and share every little thing like we’re in high school.”
“We basically missed out on high school and intern year is our way of making up for it.” Helm states.
“Yeah and what else can we be if not friends?” Qadri asks.
“Coworkers.” Amber answers factly, “And coworkers don’t bagger coworkers about their sex lives. It’s bordering on inappropriate and Roy is a good example of why you need to stop.”
Roy looks at her offended, “Hey.”
“Okay you make a good point.” Qadri finally backs off, “God knows I don’t want to become another Roy.”
“Hey!” Roy yells out more offended.
Amber chuckles and Parker speaks up, “Okay enough about She-Karev let’s get to the work talk, is there any word on who our chief resident is? I’ve been here for like two weeks and I haven’t heard anything.”
“Me neither.” Helm chimes in, “I mean you would think they’d choose one before we got here.”
“Do you know anything Barbie?” Roy asks Amber, “Your brother is the chief of peds didn’t he say anything during Sunday dinner?”
“Just because I’m an egg mass in the frog cycle like all of you doesn’t mean I can give out privileged information my brother slash boss gave to me.”
Parker catches the lie, “You don’t know who it is either do you?”
“What happened to not caring Parker?” Amber hisses before they all hear a person clearing their throat loudly and turn to find Jo Wilson and Andrew DeLuca standing there ready to give them their assignments.
“If you all are done gossiping on things that aren’t in your caliber to know line up so we can give you your assignments for the day.” Jo commands and the six of them stand at attention, “Helm you have post ops with Shepherd, Roy and Schmitt you’re with DeLuca at the pit, Parker your with Kepner and Karev your on scut.” Suddenly their phones all beep and they check that a major trauma in an amusement park is coming to the pit causing them to suddenly get giddy, “Okay change of plans all of the interns and residents go to the pit and help out wherever you can let’s go!”
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I power walk with Qadri to the pit and we gown and glove each other. I was this close to spending another day on scut and losing my mind when that page came in and saved me. A trauma from an amusement park means a lot of injuries and more chances for me to scrub in.
After helping Qadri, I snap my gloves on, “I’m gonna scrub in first.”
“No I am.” Helm says in equal ruthlessness, “You can go do some scut.”
“Please if anyone’s gonna see an O.R. first it’s me.” Roy says smugly.
Schmitt chimes in, “Well maybe I’ll scrub in.”
I laugh at him and he frowns, “Don’t make me laugh Glasses I need to keep my focus when I leave you dorks eating my dust.”
“I can’t decide if this ultra-competitive side of you is scary or sexy.” Casey says as he ties Schmitt’s gown.
“It’s scary.” I confirm with a dark glare, “I’m not someone to underestimate Parker and if you all think seeing me sing some Train last night makes me safe you couldn’t be more wrong. I’m getting a surgery even if it’s on one of you.” They all look at me frightened and I grin at them, “May the best man win.”
I run out with DeLuca next to me who whispers as we walk, “I thought they were your friends?”
“It’s first come first serve DeLuca and I will serve fists if they come for my time in the O.R.”
We all go out to the bay where a few EMT’s roll a man out of a gurney and state his stats to Shepherd and Hunt. My focus however is shifted to a commercial truck coming in and I see a broken roller coaster cart in the back with a man and woman inside clearly hurt. The others notice and stand by gaping as well.
“Oh my god.” Qadri says in shock.
I call out first, “Mine!”
“No, I saw it first!” Helm claims.
I face Helm with an angry look, “No you didn’t!” We start to yell over each other on who gets to assist and I don’t even know what either of us are saying. The other interns walk around us clearly annoyed by our competitive natures.
“Hey!” Hunt yells and we stop to look at him, “One of you stop yelling and come over here we need two interns including Roy.”
We both point at each other and yell out in unison, “Her!” We argue again.
“Enough!” Hunt yells out again and we stop, “She-Karev you go to the clinic they don’t need an intern at the cart Helm come with me.”
I gape at him, “Wh-But I-”
“Now.” Hunt says with finality causing me to shut up and glare at Helm who grins at me victoriously.
“Shut up.” I say before going back inside to the clinic. I angrily take my gown and gloves off to get ready to suture for the rest of the day. I was ordered to get xeroform by the nurse and go to the supply closet. I see Jo is also inside getting supplies and approach her, “Hey where do you need me?”
“Uh take beds 1 to 3 if you have any questions talk to me when I’m not busy and looking at today I am going to be.” She looks up and notices the look in my face, “No scrubbing in today huh?”
I shake my head, “Nope and you know what I think I would have if Hunt wasn’t on the case. Damn it this wouldn’t have happened if we spent the night in my place instead of his. Sure he would’ve had a broken ankle but he can walk away from that.”
Jo sighs and looks at me with gauze in her arms, “Look Hunt is a trauma surgeon and a soldier he’s meticulous and impartial I’m sure whatever happened isn’t as bad as you make it out to be.”
I raise an eyebrow, “Isn’t as bad as I think? So walking in on your boss this morning enjoying a post coital breakfast with the sister of the guy your dating is just something that happens everyday?” Jo’s eyes widen, “Because I don’t think I got the memo.”
Jo tries to stay calm and not laugh, “Um…so when you say post coital does that mean…?”
I curl my lips in disgust, “She was the only one with clothes and it was a thin apron.” Jo laughs out loud and I look at her with a grin confirming it was as bad as I thought, “And I almost broke my elbow and DeLuca came out and saw it all.” This makes Jo laugh harder and I start to laugh too shaking my head at my own expense, “Oh god that was so humiliating nothing is gonna top that.”
Jo stops and smiles, “Oh really? My intern year I was sleeping at Alex’s house and the chief of surgery walked in, thought I was his girlfriend and felt me up like we were teenagers under the bleachers.”
I chuckle at her story impressed, “Okay that almost beat’s mine. Not by much but still.”
“The chief of surgery at the time was Hunt.” I look at her shocked and we laugh at how we both had a horrifying encounter with the chief of trauma, “Yep I win now come on there’s a major trauma and everything minor was moved to the clinic.”
I tsk, “Nothing like resetting bones and stitching up clowns to get over seeing your boss’s MD.”
Jo grins, “That’s the spirit.” Jo and I leave the closet and get back to the clinic. I walk over to bed 1 where DeLuca is already with the unconscious patient. She’s a young girl about 12 maybe 13 and she has a neck brace as well a bandage over her shoulder and she has hand restraints.
“Hey what do we got?”
“14-year-old female, trampled, shoulder dislocation, GCS is unknown she hasn’t woken up yet.” DeLuca looks over the monitor, “Vitals are stable but I’m concerned about a head injury so when she wakes up do an exam and make sure there’s no blood in the urine.”
“Got it.” I apply betadine on a scratch on her forehead and she opens her eyes slowly, “Hey your okay you were in an accident, your at the hospital.”
Andrew checks her vitals with a stethoscope, “Can you tell us your name?” The next second she goes on red alert because she starts to thrash around and her vitals skyrocket from the monitor beeping fast and loud, “Whoa, whoa we need some help here!”
I try to hold her down with DeLuca as a couple of nurses arrive, “Ma’am you may have fractured your spine and any sudden move could cause permanent paralysis.” She’s still thrashing around though.
“Damn it she’s a fighter.” DeLuca tries but fails to keep her still, “Tighten the restraints.”
“Please we need you to cooperate!” I groan and look for other injuries and notice she’s moving her hands the most and it suddenly hits me why she’s not listening, “Stop, stop, stop! Everyone stop let her go!” They all stop and the girl calms down and stops moving and her vitals stabilize.
Andrew looks at the scene confused and asks me, “What is it?”
“Um…” I take a second to put my hands up and sign as I speak to the girl, “Are you deaf?”
The girl looks at me surprised but nods slightly, Andrew understands, “So the spasms was her trying to communicate.”
“Yeah, take the restraints off.” The nurses take them off and I continue to use what I learned in college, “Okay um…can you read lips?” She nods, “Great, what’s your name?”
She puts her right hand up and signs the letters of her name, Darcy.
“Everyone this is Darcy. Hi Darcy, I’m Dr. Karev and this is Dr. DeLuca. Do you remember what happened?”
“I remember people pushing me and running I didn’t know why but the next thing I was on the ground and people were stepping on me.” Darcy explains as DeLuca checks her neuro exam.
“Okay can you wiggle your toes for us?” I ask and Darcy does that to my relief, “Your…” I try to come up with a term since I only know regular signing, “Your legs are working but we need to rule out any other injuries.”
“Can you tell her what’s going on and that she needs an MRI to rule out a spinal injury?”
“I can try but medical ASL isn’t part of my fluency.” I turn to the girl and try to sign what I know, “Darcy we have to…check your spine to make sure it’s not…hurt.” Darcy looks at me amused and I chuckle at her expression, “Yeah I know medical signing is not my forte but don’t worry we’ll get someone to explain what’s happening right away.”
Andrew turns to a nurse, “Get an interpreter to bed 1.” The nurse leaves, “Ask her where her parents are.”
“Where are your parents? Were they at the carnival with you?” I face her directly because it’s been a while since I actually used it.
Darcy shakes her head, “No I was with some friends from school. They were at the house of mirrors when I went to go to the restroom. That’s when I became Mufasa in The Lion King.” I chuckle at that reference with DeLuca looking at us confused, “I have their numbers on my phone.”
“Okay we have to call them and let them know how you’re doing do you have your phone with you right now?”
Darcy thinks before responding, “I had it in my purse and I don’t know where it went after the accident.”
I turn to DeLuca who looks at me with a grin clearly impressed causing me to have butterflies in my stomach but I interpret through it, “Uh her phone is in her purse and her parents’ numbers are on it but she doesn’t know where it is. Could it be at the park?”
“Probably not it most likely got lost in the ambulance.” He turns to a nurse, “Check the logs and call the ambulance she was in so we can get her purse here and call her folks.” The nurse nods and DeLuca turns to me, “Where did you learn sign language?”
“I took a class in college.” I explain, “I figured if I was gonna use my hands to save lives, I should also use them to speak and look it paid off.”
Andrew chuckles and turns to Darcy; a man arrives a second later.
“Hi, you called for an interpreter?”
“Yes thank god.” I exhale in relief and turn to Darcy, “Okay Darcy this is your medical interpreter because my medical signing is…” I make a fart sign and raspberry causing her to chuckle, “Yeah okay you can take over I better book that MRI. I’ll see you later Darcy.” I walk away to book an MRI.
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Alright. Interview with a voice actor from “Hightailing Hazel”, Trevor Cane. Trevor Cane worked as a voice actor for the character, Bus Driver, as well as smaller background characters. Here’s the transcript. Please don’t mind any spelling errors. I tried to make it as professional as possible.
Interview with Trevor Cane, March 1, 2023, 3.45 PM.
N: Ok so I’m online. Sorry I’ve never done this before.
T: Ok.
N: And I had to download this app, I don’t use this to talk to people usually.
T: Ok.
N: Ok. Ok! Ok, So, Ok, So you’re good?
T: I’m here.
N: Yea, yea ok so. Ok.
T: You can start anytime. N: So, I’m Nathan. You know me already of course. Can you introduce yourself?
T: Trevor Cane.
N: You’re a professional voice actor right?
T: Semi.
N: Right. What does that mean?
T: Semi means sometimes.
N: Course. Ok so, purpose of this. So as you know I’m running a blog archiving the abandoned project, “Hightailing Hazel.”
T: Yea I know.
N: Reasoning behind simply I’ve never seen it anywhere else online before. SO, I’m trying to sort of gather ever
T: Gonna stop you right there Nathan.
N: Ok?
T: Lemme just get the basic shit over with.
N: What do
T: Hightailing Hazel, was a half baked idea between two families who apparently had nothing better to do. They hired me, some artists, some other voice actors, and got as close to animating some episodes before the whole thing blew up, and they buried that shit. I’m sure they didn’t expect some random guy online to harass washed up voice actors about it.
N: I…Ok. Uhm, yea! Ok. Two families?
T: Yes those are the words I said out-loud yes. Good job repeating them.
N: So who hired you-who were the families?
T: You don’t need names.
N: Right! Well I do because I
T: Because your archiving. Ok.
N: yes.
N: So it was two families? Did they run… a uh. Media company, or a studio at all?
T: Two or three of them were artists and parents so they thought they had the key to instant mind numbing cartoon success. They didn't.
N: No company.
T: No. Though I’m sure they were business majors. They had a studio. That’s where we worked. Pretty ok place. Small.
N: Why do you say half baked?
T: They went about it with so much chaos I’m surprised they were able to organize it into your little cd at all.
N: Well it really isn’t organized.
T: Ok.
N: Ok. So. So…I have some uh. Question suggestions from some of my followers.
T: Still trying to follow a script huh.
N: Can you tell me what the recruiting process was like?
T: Uh Ok. I was recruited in 2009. The guy who first interviewed me told me they were looking for up and coming voice actors ready to “start their careers with something small but memorable.” I read some lines, they called me back a week later. I met their “crew”. They were adamant on us getting along and acting like a family. I met most of the two families. I met some other voice actors. I met some artists. Before this I’ve only done commercial work or indie work so. I didn’t really know how this shit worked.
N: Did you meet Liam Hahns?
T: What.
N: The uhm artists and I believe character designer.
T: Yes. He was more than that. He was one of the creators of the show itself.
N: Oh?
T: Yes.
N: Who all..created this show in the first place?
T: Show. Hah. Well Liam. His brother. His friend.
N: uhm. And their names?
T: No.
N: Uhm. Ok uhm. What about the other voice actors?
T: All hired either right outta school or found buried in some website hopelessly offering their services. They hired all fresh staff. Brand new artists and animators and voice actors.
N: And writers?
T: No writers. They handled all the writing. Scripts summaries plot storylines. Whatever.
N: This all sounds very odd and unprofessional.
T: Oh yea? Really?
N: Still I do like the end product.
T: Because you didn’t see what went in it. You didn’t see the sausage casing being rolled up.
N: What?
T: It’s an expression.
N: I don't think it is?
T: It is.
N: I’ve never heard of it before?
T: Ok.
N: …You played the character uh, just called Bus driver right?
T: Yes. They wanted me to voice some other background characters as well. Two line type characters. No titles.
N: And-but uh, Bus driver, you wanted him to be named after you?
T: Well Trevor is a lot fucking better than just bus driver isn’t it. They had a weird thing about names. And this was 14 years ago, I just wanted this one off character have more of me inside him. He was the main character of the episode. Besides the dog and cat.
N: Did you have any say on the script, or character at all?
T: No. And No Ad-libbing either. They were very strict when it came to the script.
N: How did you get along with the other crew?
T: Ok.
N: Uh?
T: Yea like ok. We were fine.
N: are you still in contact with anyone from the project?
T: No.
N: How’s that?
T: Ok. Here’s the deal Nathan. Stop posting on your blog. Stop trying to fucking bother people over some failed old show. And for god’s sake don’t post peoples fucking emails on youtube.
N: I really didn’t uh.
T: You're only going to find shit you don’t want to learn. Leave this shit buried. I’m serious. Theres nothing about this that matters enough to be talked about.
N: How could you say that? People put real work into this-including you. Real artists, animators, designers. Voice actors. Obviously I know know anything about these families, and you wont tell me much, but this is still a real passion filled project that is lost to time. I think the work at least deserves to be admired, or learned from, just known about at all. Art deserves to be seen.
T: And people deserve to be left the fuck alone. This show was meant for fucking ten year olds anyway why are you so interested in it.
N: It is still art. And its creative. And [unintelligible]-it’s-and it’s cute.
T: You sound like Natalie.
N: Natalie I recognize that name. I assume she was a character designer or artist?
T: You know I try not to think about the beginning of my career. I took a lot of stupid pointless jobs that didn’t pay enough, didn’t matter, didn’t further my career. Hightailing Hazel paid me enough. That is all I can say about it.
N: Ok,
T: Find a different hobby buddy, ok?
N: So-
T: I voiced one character, once. I got paid. I left. Ok?
N: Ok.
T: Ok. So we good?
N: I guess so.
T: Great interview. Don’t contact me again.
End of interview, Trevor Cane logged out immediately after.
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none at this time. Sorry.
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Another Tokyo Mew Mew New episode 1 thought dump no one asked for
(aka: “I’ve slept on all of this and I am now able to think straight after bouncing off the walls all day yesterday”)
⚠️ Spoilers below the fold. These are all opinions. Take them with a grain of salt.
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I’ve already made a separate post about the Zakuro foreshadowing, with her playing card being different and her aliens-in-the-hair sequence at the end. I’ve been mulling over all of the theories I’ve seen out in the wild, and IMO the most likely one I’ve seen is that Zakuro works with the aliens in some capacity at some point in the series, or is a double agent. I am still fully convinced she is NOT related in any way shape or form to Deep Blue.
I’ve seen some kishigo shippers out in the wild upset over the fact that their opening sequence isn’t a kiss anymore. That’s okay. The nature of their relationship is inherently creepy, so the fact that the producers are underscoring it in the opening tells us they’re aware that the ship is dark, and they’re not sugar-coating it with a sparkly kiss sequence like in the 2002 anime.
On the contrary, Ryou/Ichigo shippers are getting FED with that ending sequence of them turning into cats. It’s really cute and totally shipper bait.
Back to my favorite trash ship, I know a bunch of kishigo shippers are like “wait, we don’t get the ‘Quiche stole Ichigo’s first kiss’ tension anymore!” and while, yeah, that was a good plot device for kishigo shippers to hang our hats on, the accidental Ichigo/Masaya “whoops our lips touched” thing IS in the original manga. It’s just … not as intense as in the new anime, lol.
The humor in episode 1 caught me off guard in a good way. The writing for this reboot is genuinely SO funny.
My bet on the answer to “why is Mint already here?” is this: I’m guessing Mint’s family is involved in the Mew project with Ryou’s family/is part of some kind of tech VC fund. Mint’s chibi intro talks about her wanting to be involved in her dad’s business one day. I’d be willing to bet her dad’s business is a tech or venture capital company that is intertwined with Ryou’s work, and thus, she helped plan the Mew project / was the first Mew.
Masaya’s new VA is dreamy. There, I said it. I love his new voice to death.
Masaya’s reaction to Ichigo being honest with him about not knowing much about environmental issues is sweet. I’m glad Ichigo is up front with him about being ignorant in the reboot. She comes across as less vapid around Masaya which I love.
The fact that the show is making a point to have Ichigo be undecided on her life path is *chefs kiss*. I use this as a plot device in my fic because I think it makes her character development / personal growth more interesting if she still has a lot of personal discovery to do, and I’m glad they’re doing that here.
Predictions for ep. 2: I think it will loosely be 1) explanation of the Mew project and Mint’s background, so we get more of Mint’s story we missed in ep. 1, 2) Lettuce’s story / battling Lettuce and having her join, and 3) a light teaser for Pudding’s recruitment. I do not expect us to get all the way to Quiche’s intro — I’d be willing to bet they’re saving that for ep. 3. If you read my summary of Japanese Twitter reactions to the first 3 episodes, you’ll know that I’m expecting ep. 3 to end with the zoo animal battle and Pudding joining the team. That’s a lot for one ep, and I think Quiche’s intro will go in ep. 3. So, in summary, I think episode 2 will take us close to the end of the manga volume 1, save for maybe the last chapter.
Okay, that’s all for now! So excited for the episode next week. I already can’t wait 🥰
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the-monkey-ruler · 10 months
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Yanmar Family Hour Fly! Son Goku (1977) 飛べ!孫悟空
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Director: Kenichi Hirayama
Starring: Nagasuke Ikiya / Ken Shimura / Forge Nakamoto / Tea Kato / Tomosuke Takagi / more...
Country/Region of Manufacture: Japan
Language: Japanese
Date: 1977-10-11 (Japan)
Number of Episodes: 74
Single episode length: 30 minutes
Also known as: ヤンマーファミリーアワー 飛べ!
IMDb: tt1289767
Type: Retelling
Summary:
"Yanmar Family Hour Fly! Son Goku " (Yanmar Family Hour Tobe Songoku) will air from October 11, 1977 to March 27, 1979 every Tuesday from 19:00 to 19:30 ( JST ) on TBS and other channels . Broadcasted TV puppet show and Yanmar Diesel (currently Yanmar Holdings ) provided by one company and the company's crown sponsor program . All 74 episodes.
Outside the affiliates, Akita Broadcasting , Yamagata Broadcasting , Kitanihon Broadcasting ( Nippon Television affiliated ) was broadcast on Sundays 12:15-12:45 (JST) until April 1, 1979.
The members of Drift, which has a motif of "Journey to the West", are compared to the characters of the main family, and dolls that look just like the members appear. Each member gave a voice. Because there were 5 drifters compared to the 4 people in the original Sanzo party, Only Katocha plays the role of "Kato", a drunken bald father who is his representative character ("Kato" in the opening telop, Or "Kato"). Additionally, the characteristic high-pitched cry of the horse accompanying the party, "Hihihahahaha," It was by Shinji Suwa, who was an associate member of Drif at the time. There are also dialogues such as dialogue with Sanzo, His line is also included in the insert song. Other than this, former member Chu Arai also makes a guest appearance.
The story follows the main line of Journey to the West, Like "8 o'clock! All members gathering" broadcasted on the same TBS, Many popular singers, actors, and comedians of the time appeared as guests in the characters and original characters of Journey to the West.  The slapstick gag that unfolds with this guest was the feature and charm of this puppet show.
Pink Lady appeared in live action as a Kyogen mawashi role in the program, He also sang the theme song "Super Monkey Son Goku" at the show's opening. When changing cuts, Pink Lady and Candies Jr. (later renamed "Triangle") Along with the scene change, a bridge was inserted that sang a short song explaining the situation of the story. In front of the commercial, there is a corner entitled "Let's play with pink!" There was also a scene where a child dressed as Son Goku, who was apparently solicited from the viewers with the Pink Lady and made a match. 
At that time, manga adaptations of TV works for children were popular, This work was also made into a manga by Ao Yamane, It was serialized in "TV Magazine" (Kodansha). However, the story does not aim for Tenjiku, It is a development that "Everyone is deceived by Kato's bogus business every time." The manga was published as a book from Kodansha Comics (1 volume).
Source: https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%A4%E3%83%B3%E3%83%9E%E3%83%BC%E3%83%95%E3%82%A1%E3%83%9F%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC%E3%82%A2%E3%83%AF%E3%83%BC_%E9%A3%9B%E3%81%B9!%E5%AD%AB%E6%82%9F%E7%A9%BA
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