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princessbrunette · 4 days

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puppy!reader trying to break up with rafe or just distancing herself because she overheard someone saying they couldn’t understand how rafe could be with a pogue and it hurts her feelings and has her overthinking :( (obviously rafe later on gets her to tell him who said that and he deals with it)

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he was used to you being all over him. if you weren’t constantly yapping in his ear, you were using him like a climbing frame, subtly rubbing your needy cunt on his leg or trying to stick a body part of his in your mouth. so, the difference in your behaviour all of a sudden was palpable.

you’d been at the country club. not particularly because you liked it there, you knew despite recently joining the kook life people still saw you as less than — but you had to say, the icecream they served was top notch, and you wouldn’t keep yourself away despite being told off plenty of times by rafe for overdoing it on the sugar and then getting hyperactive.

you step away from the counter with your cone, smiling to yourself at the small victory when your ears picks up on a conversation round the corner. you stop in your tracks, realising it’s about you.

“i mean she’s definitely hot, i’ll give him that. in like, a weird way. she’s got the whole ‘fuck me daddy’ thing going on, you know. she’s helpless. rafes gotta be fuckin’ her.” a kook you didn’t even recognise comments, sipping at his beer.

“dont be weird, bro.” another turns his nose up.

“its true! i dont care man, i know rafe — he fuckin’ hates pogues, he wouldn’t be caught dead with one, ‘specially not one as obvious as her. the girls a mess, and mommy and daddy suddenly coming into money ain’t gonna change that about her.”

your heart sinks as you continue to listen to the berating. in the north carolina heat, icecream didn’t stay structurally sound for long — and you’re only dragged out of your eavesdropping session when the dome of strawberry icecream slides straight off its podium, splatting on the floor besides your sandals, leaving you with just the cone in your hand. you stare down at it, barely registering the loss.

you’d overthought it— something rather uncommon of you. when a few hours had passed, and rafe hadn’t had you hurtling through his front door with a ladybug on your finger or something of the sorts, he actually wondered where you might be— so he showed up at your door.

you wasn’t expecting him. he never chased you, always letting you come to him first — but something felt off, and his curiosity got the better of him.

“w—what is this, you not comin’ over to bother me today?” he shakes his head and your brows crease, staring at the eldest cameron in your doorway.

“no…” you reply quietly, even going the extra length to avoid his eyes. you weren’t trying to be obvious about it, but you couldn’t help that you were upset. he stares at you for a moment, unnerved by your unusual mood.

“…well can i come in or what?”

you allow him, purely because despite your mood you didn’t like to be impolite.

“whats up with you? i already told you to stop watchin’ those animal planet documentaries, kid. they upset you, alright i—”

“i wasn’t.” you snap, and he looks over — your tone grabbing his attention from wandering around your living room, seeing you standing in the corner clutching yourself like you didn’t know what to do. you were so used to being all over him that standing by yourself felt odd.

he scratches his cheek awkwardly, eyes flickering over you. “shit, you mad at me or somethin’?”

slowly, you sit down on the couch, tucking your feet beneath you.

“i’m just trying to give you space.”

he huffs a laugh out from his chest, thinking you’re joking — but his smile fades a little when he sees that you’re not. “yeah? you were all over me yesterday, now what — you shy?”

“i’m a pogue.” you raise your voice over his just a tad, bringing your knees to your chest. the statement catches him off guard, and he sways awkwardly on the spot, watching you.

“yeah no shit. so what.” he drawls, and his agreement stings.

“you hate pogues. so… you hate me.” you draw the conclusion and he fights an eyeroll, walking over to where you’re sat briskly.

“listen if i hated you you’d fuckin’ know about it, alright? i don’t hate you. you’re a pain in my ass, but… but nah.” he shakes his head, settling down on the seat next to you and pushing his hair back, not enjoying the idea of being vulnerable. it made him a little uncomfortable. “where… where is this coming from anyways? since when did you give a shit ‘bout all that?”

“since the people at the club were saying stuff.” you mutter, and now he’s really invested. his head snaps towards you, arm freezing in the air from pushing his hair out of his face. he could tolerate the weird moods, but he wouldn’t tolerate people disrespecting you or him.

“huh?”

your lip starts to tremble at the memory, voice growing higher as you speak. “there was a group of boys, and they were saying i was a mess and that im nothing and that you had to be fucking me because that’s the only thing i could offer you and i dropped my icecream and—”

“what?” he turns his whole body towards you as you let out a quiet sob, wide eyes darting between your wet one.

“i dropped my icecream!”

“no— kid, who was saying this shit?” his outrage is somewhat comforting and you sniffle, wiping your snotty nose on the back of your hand.

“i don’t know his name. he had a green shirt on.”

he leans back in his seat for a moment, wiping hands down his face — a little frustrated with your inability to identify the culprits. he pushes his palms into his eyes for a moment, realising it’s not your fault — and you were already upset. sighing out his nose, he looks at you once more, shuffling as close to you as he can.

“quit listenin’ to nobodies at the club, a’ight? you… you think people don’t say shit about me? running their mouth about my private business? they — they do, alright— but what i don’t do is cry about it n’let them think they won. i handle that shit, like i’m gonna handle this.”

you blink at him, hanging onto his every word. you really were adorable, and as much as he’ll never admit it, his heart softens at how sweet you were by nature. you didn’t deserve to be picked on by people that weren’t him.

“how do you know who they are?” you tilt your head, really emulating a puppy and he presses his lips together, shrugging a shoulder and shaking his head.

“uh, you’re gonna point ‘em out next time we go to the club. i’ll… i’ll handle it from there.”

you nod, hating that you’ve caused any kind of conflict at all, eyes drifting towards as you burrow yourself into thoughts of guilt. before you can think too much, rafe grips your jaw — meaning well, but still carrying that boyish roughness. “hey. you’re my girl, alright? i don’t let shit slide.”

he’d never called you his girl before, so instantly — you’re all sniffly smiles, launching at him to clamber onto his lap once more.

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#anon #puppy!reader #rafe cameron prompt

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pearlzier · 3 months

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pairing : carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary : carm is fucking flabbergasted to hear you've never had a proper valentine's day, let alone a special meal. so he has to rectify it as soon as possible.

word count : 2.28k

tags: the bear, jeremy allen white, fluff, valentine's day, carmen berzatto, carmy berzatto, established relationship, awkward carm <3, BEST MAN EVER.

a/n: got this idea from @aliaugustaa, i thought it was so cute so i just had to do it :3 who needs an irl valentines when u have ur little chef man, making sure u know u deserve the best amiright.

it all started when carmen had overheard you, syd and tina talking. he'd been in his office, trying to get some work done with the door slightly ajar, considering the air conditioning in the room was shit, when the three of you had struck up a conversation. he hadn't paid much attention to it. he occasionally tuned into the sound of your voice, of course, but the details of the words you were saying remained mostly lost on him.

until he heard the mention of ‘valentine's day’ come from tina. fuck. if he had to be honest, it'd been years since he'd last.. celebrated? valentine's day? before you, he didn't actually have any reason to do anything for it. carmen avoided the day like the plague, actually, with the bare minimum being done in terms of heart themed menu times. but even he knew that you would've been expecting a valentine's gift from him, right? you two had been dating for what, nearly a year now, so he had to think of something.

that started his panic in terms of what he was going to get you. he had no fucking clue. but what took him out even more was your words, as you leant against the counter with your notepad: “valentine's day is so overrated,” okay.. “i haven't had a valentine since i was like, fifteen, and i'm perfectly fine.”

perfectly fine.

his blue eyes darted quickly to the calendar on his desk, fixing onto ‘february 14th’ almost instantly. he can't bite back a smile at the heart you'd drawn around the date, with ‘v-day’ scrawled messily on it. but all the cuteness aside, he had.. one week. he didn't need to do anything amazing for you, no, considering you did think the holiday was overrated, however he felt there was an unsworn duty for him to prove to you that you were special, and deserved the best.

he sorted the week that he had left into phases. there were four phases, all of them intricately, messily, planned to ensure you'd have a great day. and he'd managed to do all of it right under your nose.

of the four phases, first came the easiest one. slowly easing you into the idea of valentine's day. you weren't stupid, no, you were quiet observant and god knows you would've picked up on any new behaviours from your boyfriend, so he had to try to integrate the day of love into work first.

convincing everyone to mention valentine's day, not obsessively, but repetitively to try get it into your routine wasn't difficult. it was a restaurant, for god's sake, of course they'd have some sort of valentine's menu, right?

so he got marcus to start making some particularly love themed desserts — “uh, sure. don't mind it.” you hadn't seemed to pay much attention to the ginormous order of cupid stickers out back, which worked heavily in his favour.

“yo, cousin, don't worry. she'll be walkin’ ‘round with the whole ass arrow by the time i'm done,” — richie was just as eager to get you in a lovey-dovey mood, with his passing comments about how eva was a total bachelorette and that all the kids in her class were gonna be throwing presents onto her desk.

there was no way to tell whether that was true or not. no one really asked.

“hey, cool, i'm feeling it,” — tina was also happy to help, being overly lovey with you around the restaurant. it was quite unlike her, but still, you didn't mind the affection. little hugs, forehead kisses from dear aunt tina weren't that bad.

“she's gonna realise that we're going overboard,” — syd was the most reluctant. she'd have much rather told you about what they were doing, as opposed to keeping it a secret. however carm was good at convincing her, and it was for a good cause too. so, she let it slide, pushing the valentine's agenda with little doodles of cupids or hearts on her menu designs. you liked them.

so that was phase one done. pretty simple, if carmy says so himself. and you didn't mention anything about it. perfect. he felt a little weird keeping something from you, but, of course, it was a good cause, right?

with phase one completed, he had to move onto phase two. this one was probably his second favourite of all of them. bringing valentine's into the house. valentine's day was all about love. he loves you, of course. it was the reason why he was doing all of this in the first place. so he thought the best way to do this phase was to get you in the mood.

you were very clearly confused by the romcom that was playing on the tv screen when he ushered you into the living room, but you didn't ask many questions considering how tired you were. “carm,” you began, brow furrowing, before you shrugged, moving over to settle on the couch. tilting your head over to the direction of the kitchen, your eyes found carmy bringing over the chinese takeout. it'd been a while since you two had indulged in it, but he knew full well it was your favourite. “you're the best,” his smug little smile told you a lot, but not about his little scheme and its phases.

“i know, babe,” he hums, bringing over the tray and settling it onto the coffee table. carmen shuffled over, settling onto the couch beside you, gently lifting your box onto your lap before he took his own. it wasn't unlike him to take care of you like this, but there was something more tender in how he was helping you. sweet, yes, but it was making you a tad bit suspicious. “you okay?” he asked softly, voice gentle and low, as a small little smile played on his lips.

“mhm,” you nodded, just snuggling beside him with the takeout box in your grasp. you two usually didn't watch romcoms, usually finding a good drama or sitcom however you didn't mind it. this one in particular was quite good.

and besides, carmen having his arm slung around your waist as you two ate was a perfect feeling. so despite your suspicions, you let him have this moment without asking him.

that was phase two done. not too shabby, really. richie and, actually, literally everyone in the bear was a tad bit sick of carmen's rambling about how amazing you were. they literally all knew it, since you were their colleague, but god, could this man talk.

the third phase was one that carmy realised perhaps should've come earlier. it was just getting you things that you liked, without you realising. which was harder than it sounded, considering carmen was shit at keeping things from you, and you were usually the one who looked at orders to the apartment. so he needed the help of his sister, natalie. she was so eager to help that it was a little overwhelming. “so what do they like anyway?” natalie asked as she pushed the cart beside carmen, eyes flickering over to his in curiosity. “bear?”

he was uh, stressing. he loved you so much, and—well, “god, sugar, i love her—” he ran a hand through his curls, eyes widening as soon as he saw the giant valentine's day display in the store. a quiet groan slipped past his lips and he bit his knuckles for a moment, glancing desperately over at his sister. “peach deserves the fuckin’ world, y'know? just wan’ make it special for her,” the pity, and adoration, in natalie's gaze softened her eyes immediately and she gave him a quick pat on the back.

“right,” it was her personal mission now to ensure that you and her brother had a perfect day on valentine's. she was sure of it. a small little grin played on her lips as she ushered him over to the display, and she leant against the cart. “okay, what would she like? something lovey? sentimental?”

“don't fuckin’ know,” carmen muttered under his breath, rubbing his temple as he looked over the many valentine's themed things available. holy shit, this was harder than he thought. he knew you so well and yet, what you'd like evaded him.

“okay, well,” natalie picks up a random white teddy bear, brows raising in question as she offers it to her brother. he grabs at it, squeezes it perhaps a little too hard out of frustration but slowly relaxes his tight grip on it. “okay, that one's going in.”

the shopping trip continued like this, with natalie suggesting things that she thought you might like, with carmy giving his wordless responses. it was kind of therapeutic for nat, to be fair. and carmen was getting the stuff he needed for you. he'd have to thank natalie after, considering soon after he was done with phase three, he was into the final phase. the actual valentine's gift.

this was probably his favourite part. of course, carmen was a chef by nature. so he knew a valentine's dinner was in order. he was sort of sick of hearing anything related to the saint, however he could relax with this part. he'd made sure that syd would keep you out of the apartment for at least three hours. having even gone to the lengths of giving money for you guys to spend, he was clearly working hard. he knew your palette, so well in fact, that he didn't even think twice about what he was preparing.

from what you loved to eat, to what you despised, carmen knew it all. and he wanted to spoil you in terms of what he made, so he also gave sydney strict instructions that the two of you weren't allowed to get any food. hey, he wanted you to have enough room to eat.

he'd planned everything immaculately, of course, but when he heard you and syd at the door, he almost panicked. the table was laid out perfectly, all of your favourite foods available. a flush filled his cheeks at the thoughts of richie's previous words: “shit, cousin’, you a fuckin’ simp,” rang through his head and he scratched the back of his neck nervously, sitting at the table.

“thanks, syd,” your voice called from down the hall at the door, your smile evident in your voice. it made the butterflies in his stomach flutter, and he shifted where he sat. “m'back, carm!” you were making your way down the hall now, nearing the living room where you assumed he'd be. he was not. “carm—?”

your brow furrowed, since he'd have mentioned he'd be out if he was going to be. “carm,” you hummed as you wandered into the dining room area, not looking into the room until you did, and your lips parted into an expression of shock. “holy shit.”

you're surprised you didn't burst into literal tears seeing carmen sat at the table, wide blue eyes lifting to yours from the table cloth. his cheeks were rosey, a sheepish expression adorning his lips. “fuck, this is dumb,” he got up, scratching the back of his neck once more, “i know you don't—oh, shit, peach—”

his eyes widened as you barelled into him, wrapping your arms around his frame as his hands slid over your lower back. biting his bottom lip, he lifted a hand to your face, just to see your expression. “oh my god, carm,” tears threatened to spill from your eyes, bottom lip trembling. carmen's expression only softener, and grew a tad bit guilty.

“oh, no, baby, don't cry,” his thumb stroked over your jaw, brow furrowing. carmen soon pressed a peck to your forehead, his hand cupping your lower back and bringing you into his body. “can't eat ‘n’ cry at the same time,” he soothed with a soft chuckle whilst he cradled the back of your head.

“so this is what you were doin’?” your mumbly words come all soft, watery, glossy eyes lifting up to his as you frown. you may be about to cry, sure, but it's for a good reason. “all this time? oh my god, is it because of what i said to syd and tina?”

a sheepish nod followed, his hands brushing away your tears gently. he smiled, nuzzling your nose with his own as he brushed his lips with yours, squeezing you tight against his chest. “uh-huh,” he muttered, “didn't notice earlier?”

“nuh-uh,” god, you felt kinda dumb for not realising. but also glad you didn't, since you wouldn't be as overjoyed as you are right now. you squeeze tight around his waist once more before you drag him back into sitting down. hey, you were hungry considering his little scheme. “god, carm,” you bite your bottom lip, looking over all the food. not to mention the valentine's themes decorations.

“so everyone was in on it?” you lean against the table, watching as carmen dished out your plate for you, his blue eyes lingering on the food before they lifted to yours when he heard your question. he gives a little nod, pushing your plate towards you. then, he pours you a glass of wine, all smiles. “god, that's why—oh my god!”

giddy, absolutely giddy, would describe you right now. over the fucking moon.

“and when you and nat went out? you guys never go out, holy shit,” you grabbed your fork, leaning against the table with a little smile. that smile soon became the biggest grin he'd ever seen. “babe, this is too much,” you frowned, gaze all fond.

“wait till you see the gifts,” he mumbled around a spoonful of pasta, avoiding your gaze and focusing on his plate.

“carmen!”

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harlowsbby · 10 months

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My Everything?

“I only keep her around because she’s beneficial.” Jack chuckled and took a sip of his drink before placing it back down.

“Beneficial how?” Ace asked.

“I mean she cooks and cleans and when I’m craving you know what she’s always right there to give me some.” He chuckled and you heard the sound of hands smacking which meant he gave one the guys a high-five.

“That’s kinda messed up don’t you think? I mean come on Y/N really loves you and you’re out here just basically saying you’re keeping her around for your own needs, isn’t that a bit selfish?” Urban defended you which you were grateful for.

“If you put it that way I mean yeah it’s a bit selfish but I’m planning on breaking up with her before tour starts anyways.” Urban shook his head at Jack.

“What Urban? You can’t say shit.”

“I’m not even saying anything Jack.” Urban was disappointed in Jack. “She just isn’t fulfilling my needs anymore and I’m a guy with many, many needs.” He chuckled.

Unbeknownst to Jack and the guys you were standing outside the door after coming home from shopping with your friend Avery & Ace. It honestly wasn’t your intentions to stop what you were doing and ease drop on their conversation but when you heard your name being brought up you figured it was best to stop and listen right?

You swore you heart felt as if it was going to rip out of your chest any minute now especially as Jack kept talking about you and how he’d be on tour sleeping and seeing many other women that weren’t you.

To say you were feeling disappointed was an understatement. Your head spun as you tried your best to make your way out the front door. You mentally cursed yourself as your vision started to blur due to your tears and the lump that has now formed in your throat wasn’t helping either.

If Jack was planning on breaking up with you before he left for tour you figured you’d spare him the trouble and do it for him. When you finally managed to make it outside you took out your phone and texted him.

Jack 💘

- I overheard you talking to the guys. I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill your needs within this relationship, I hope you’re able to find better.

Xo, Y/N

With that you went ahead and blocked and removed him from your messages and any other social media site you had him on. You weren’t sure what was going to happen now but you could only pray that better days were ahead.

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It’s been about 3 weeks since you last seen Jack and honestly it’s been the hardest 3 weeks ever even though he spoke wrongly of you, you still missed him and loved him. At times you wondered if he was thinking about you.

You went back home to Atlanta to bury yourself in work you needed to do something to distract your mind from Jack but all work and no play was draining. Which is why your friend Avery suggested you all go to the club later on that night.

“And you’re not wearing jeans you’re wearing something short like your ex said, I wanna see some ass.” You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at Avery.

“I’m not going to a club Avery the only thing at a club is a bunch of desperate guys that just wanna get laid for the night and I’m not that desperate for a good time.” Ace snorted. “You might not be but I most definitely am.” He said.

“Look I just don’t think I’m ready to go out I’m still healing.” You expressed to them you knew they meant well but you felt like it was too soon. Ace frowned and came over to you and rested his hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, look that man didn’t deserve you he never did and never will he said out his own mouth that he only kept you around because you were beneficial to him when needed, because I’m sure he isn’t sitting around moping for you.” Ace was very brutally honest at times but his speech is exactly what you needed to hear.

“You’re right.” You smiled and took the outfit Avery bought. “It’s time I get dressed up and remember who I am.” Ace and Avery high- fived one another.

“It’s about damn time now come on let’s get ready.” For the first time in awhile you were actually enjoying yourself and you weren’t thinking about Jack but Jack on the other hand was certainly thinking about you.

“I feel fucking horrible she hates me I know it.” Urban rolled his eyes. “Weren’t you the one that said you were going to break up with her anyways? So why are you even worried.” The sarcasm evident in his tone.

“Yeah I did but I didn’t mean it I just I don’t know I fucked up alright.” He ran his hands through his curls. “How about we just go to the club that opened up? I think it’s called Peaches & Creme.” Druski said.

“The last place I wanna be seen at is a club I just want my girl back.” Jack confessed, Urban couldn’t hold in his anger anymore he hated that Jack was actually upset over you leaving him.

“I don’t get it why are you upset? Are you upset because she’s no longer in your life? That she’s no longer available?” Jack was taken back by the anger in Urban’s tone.

“She was my everything Urban.” Urban scoffed. “Your everything?” He stood up. “She wasn’t your everything till she was no longer around and now that she’s gone suddenly she’s your everything?”

Druski stood between the two of them looking left to right while munching on some popcorn.

“Now this shit is interesting.” He said and Clay rolled his eyes before stepping in.

“Look let’s just drop it alright? I came back home for us to have a good time now let’s get ready for tonight.” Urban shook his head. “I’m not going but I hope you all have a good time.” Urban walked past Jack but not before bumping shoulders with him.

Jack sighed and starred at the spot that Urban was once in he knew Urban was right but he was going to prove him wrong, Jack was going to get you back tonight at the club, he seen on Avery’s story that she was going to the club tonight and he prayed that you’d be there as well.

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You were never really one for clubs so when you finally got inside the club you were a bit taken back by how many people managed to fit inside the club, outside it looked very large but in reality it was very, very small.

“Where are we sitting? I’m not standing here all day!” You yelled over the music meanwhile Ace was off with who knows who and Avery well her attention was drawn on some man.

“Uh I don’t know I didn’t really reserve a booth they wanted like 10k for a booth so I said fuck that I’ll just stand all day.” You groaned. “Are you kidding me? I’m supposed to be squished between a bunch of sweaty bodies all night?!?”

Avery raised her hands in defense. “Look just have fun and enjoy yourself now if you don’t mind ima go have a little chat with my friend over here.”

“You’re kidding me.” You watched as Avery made her way over towards her next victim leaving you alone in the middle of the floor. “I gotta get out of here.” You pushed past the sweaty bodies till you finally managed to make it to the bar.

“If you’re gonna sit here you need to order a drink.” The very much irritated bartender said. “What? How much is a drink.” He handed you a menu and your eyes widened at the prices. “$25 for a drink? You’re kidding?”

He looked at you with a straight face. “Well it’s July 1st not April 1st so I’m very much not kidding it’s either you order or get away from my bar.” You mumbled a few not so friendly words under your breath but still ordered a drink.

You sat at the bar watching as Ace flirted with a few men and watched Avery well ruin her chance with a man you smiled softly and shook your head at her as she shrugged her shoulders at you.

“You need to go mingle or something shit stop sitting up here pouting like a baby.” Druski told Jack. “You’re messing up my vibe I need to attract the ladies.”

“I just miss Y/N.” He whined. “Well you need to find a replacement.” Clay scanned the club and noticed a women at the bar. “Look you see her at the bar she’s alone which mean she probably doesn’t have a man now go mingle.” Clay pushed Jack over to the direction that you sat.

If flirting with some random women at the bar was going to help Jack get over you then so be it.

“Here alone?” You froze hearing that familiar Kentucky accent. “Jack?” He immediately froze.

“Y/N? What are you doing here.” He asked. “I’m here with Avery why are you here? Don’t you have a tour to get ready for.” You stated blankly. “Or another women to get ready for.” You mumbled.

“Look I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t mean anything I said.” He tried apologizing. “Are you? Or do you only want me back because I can clean and cook for you and be available when it’s convenient for you.” You spat back at him.

Jack knew you weren’t going to forgive him easily but without you being around he realized just how much he missed you and loved you. He grabbed your face and forced you to look at him you made eye contact with him for the first time in awhile.

You forgot how memorizing his eyes were and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his freckled nose.l

“Please baby I’m not asking you to take me back just yet but can you please forgive me so I can show you that I am sorry.”

What he said hurt you the other night but you did miss him and you were open to giving him another chance but this would be his only chance.

“Fine I forgive you and I’m willing to give you another chance but God so help me if you mess this up or I hear you talking about me I’m shredding your Pokémon cards.” You laughed while his eyes widened.

“Please baby anything but my Pokémon cards you know all of those are collectables.” You shook your head at him.

“You’re something else Jack.” He laughed.

“That’s very much true but you know you love me.” He grinned and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “That I do.”

Requested by @harlowcomehome

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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melanieph321 · 11 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - The Houseguest (Part 2)

Summary - A three part series where the reader and family goes on a chaotic holiday with Ruben as their guests.

Enjoy

Yeah, last night was most definitely a dream. You woke up the next day and Ruben was nowhere to be find and no one in your family had even heard of him.

"He's like 6 feet, braud shoulders."

"Sounds like you dreamt that shit."

"Anita." Your mother slapped your sisters hands.

"Ouch Mamãe. Whatchu do that for?"

"Don't make your sister feel bad for having wet dreams."

"It wasn't a wet dream." You groaned.

"Wet dream? Who's having wet dreams?" Tomas overheard your conversation upon entering the kitchen. He was shirtless and you would be impressed by the fact that he has been working out, if it wasn't for Ruben. Last night wasn't a dream, there was a six foot man making laps in the pool. He was as tall as a tree and had the most handsome eyes/abs.

"Y/N. She says Bernardo's friend woke her up last night swimming around the pool."

"Bernardo's friend?" Tomas frowned. "Wasn't he supposed to arrive later today?"

"Exactly. Bernardo is probaly picking him up as we speak. Stop watching wierd movies before bed Y/N. You'll have less wet dreams, trust me. "

"I give up." You sighed. "No one believes me anyway."

"There there, let's not argue about who is right or wrong." Your mom said. "Your father wants us to meet him at the yacht festival down by the marina."

"Don't tell me he's buying a boat?" You said.

"No, your father just likes to dream. We will be joining him for lunch."

It was the perfect day for it. The sun was out and a lot of people roamed the Portimão marina. You couldn't help feeling like a third wheel though. Your mother and father walked ahead, arm and arm, whilst your sister and Tomas went off to have their pictures taken in front of a giant yacht. What's so impressive about a boat the same size as a house?

"Psst... Y/N." Somone hissed.

"Huh?" You shifted your head but to no use.

"Overhere."

"Where?"

You were talking to a ghost. It almost sounded like the voice was coming from above you.

"Look up!"

You raised your head to see "Ruben?" hanging off the railings of one of the boats.

"Care to join me?" He smiled.

"You're real!" You wanted to exclaim. "What are you doing here, on this boat? Is it yours?"

You came around the large fleet. Ruben waited to assist you to hop on.

"My uncles actually." He said, stretching out a hand, helping you cross the bridge from the docks.

"Why is it here, parked on the docks? Is it appart of the festival?"

"No, actually it's kind of my way of helping your brother out."

"Help Bernardo? How?"

"Well..." Ruben's smile looked devious. "Turns out this mystery girl of his has expensive taste in men and...."

"Let's me guess." You interrupted. "Bernardo is pretending to be the owner of this boat."

"Oh, he's told you of his plan?"

"No, but I know my brother." You sighed.

"Good, then you know that..."

Emerging, voices interrupted.

"But Pãi, wouldn't you rather enjoy lunch in a nice restaurant than on a boat?"

"No."

"But Pãi."

It sounded like your dad and...

"Bernardo?"

"Y/N?"

"Ruben?"

"Mr Silva."

It was a bit of a mess, with your dad pushing past you to get to Ruben, greeting him like an old friend.And then there was Bernardo, looking a bit stressed to see you on the boat.

"What are you doing here?" He hissed.

"I'm..." You didn't get to finish your sentence until more voices emerged on the boat. This time it was your mother, Anita and Tomas.

"Where did you go Pãi?" Your mother said, breathless from climbing the stairs onto the top deck.

"I told you I spotted Bernie by the docks and look, it was him." Your dad said.

"What's going on and who's he?" Said Anita, pointing to Ruben.

The top deck of the boat was getting really crowded now, something that made your brother more and more anxious.

"Okay, everyone listen up!" He shouted. "I'm suppose to meet a friend for lunch in about five minutes, so can all of you please get off this boat, like now?"

"Friend? What friend?" Your family exchange confused looks.

"I thought you were having lunch with us?" You mother looked quite hurt by the betrayal.

"No, Mamãe. I told you and dad to meet me at the restaurant, after lunch."

"After lunch?" Your dad snorted. "I'm staying, I wanna have lunch on a boat."

"Then I'm staying too." Your mother said, locking arms with your father.

"Me too." Said Anita, which didn't give Tomas much of a choice.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Bernardo looked to want to pull out his hair. "You can all stay. But when my friend, who also happens to be the love of my life..."

"What!" Your family gasped in unison. Ruben however, turned his head for us not to see him chuckle.

Bernardo rolled his eyes. "When she gets here you all have to play along and say that this boat belongs to me and not Ruben's uncle."

"That's Ruben?" Your sister said, her eyes gazing him up and down. She then looked to you.

"Told you." You grimaced.

"Yes. That's Ruben. Ruben meet my family. My parents, two sisters and their boyfriend Tomas."

"Ex!" You hissed

"Right, right. My sisters boyfriend and my other sisters ex boyfriend. We're a fucked up family, I know. Either way. Five minutes guys. Mamãe, Anita, help me set the table. Y/N, help dad bring the food out and Ruben tell the captain to prepare to get this boat off shore."

It was bizarre, Bernardo bossing everyone around for the sake of sceaming some poor woman. But what didn't you do for your family?

Once his mystery woman arrived you were all off to an exclusive trip on Ruben's uncles luxurious yacht.

"I didn't know you had such a big family Bernie." Bernardo's woman said. Upon meeting her you took back the thought of her being poor in any kind of way, because this woman wore designer from top to bottom. Even her red toe nails were painted with Dior nailpolish. No wonder Bernardo felt the need to lie about his middle class upbringing.

"You okay? You look nauseous?"

The only good thing about this unscheduled boat trip is that you got to sit next to Ruben. He often leaned in to whisper funny comments about this whole situation. Somthing that made Anita but specially Tomas, throw irritating glances your way.

"I'm fine. It must be Bernardo and his lies that's got me feeling bubbly."

You thought that would make Ruben laugh, however he kept looking at you with a serious expression.

"Or you could be getting sea sick." He said. The way his eyes held yours made you blush.

"Pass the chicken, will you?"

Somone kicked your foot underneath the table. Anita. "Ouch." You wheezed. "Whachu do that for?"

"Pass me the salt, will you?"

She was too short to reach it and so you passed it to Tomas instead. For some reason he avoided your gaze, looking over your shoulder to where Ruben sat. Perhaps it was because his arm rested around your chair, making it look like you two were a couple in front of Bernardo's woman She even made a comment about it.

"So cute. How long have you two been together?"

Perhaps Ruben had caught on the dirty looks thrown your way because he was more than happy to play along.

"Two years." He said, moving his arm to really rest around your shoulder. "I was planning on buying her a ring by the end of this month."

"What?" Your sister gasped.

"Honey?" Your mother said concerned, thinking you had been hiding things from her. Your dad however just found it very amusing. Apparently he knew Ruben and his family very well, something that felt really reassuring to you.

"Some more wine meu amor?" Bernardo said, afraid that his cover would be ruined if we all got to comfortable about things.

"No, wine. I wanna hear more about this not so unexpected proposal." His woman, which name was a Russian one that you couldn't quite pronounce, said. "I love weddings."

"Um...well." She really put you on the spot. Good thing Ruben was a better lier than you.

"We're crazy about each other. No point in beating around the bush. I want to merry her."

"But..." Anita cried, however, sudden movment underneath the table indicated that Bernado gave her leg a kick. To your amusement of course.

"A man that knows what he wants. I like it." The woman said.

"I know what I want." Bernardo said, raising his hand.

Once the conversation switched to dogs and golden beaches Ruben leaned in to whisper again. "You sure you're alright, you look really pale."

Maybe he was right. The air around you seemed to get a bit heated. And so both you ad Ruben excused yourself so that you could get to the leeward side of the ship, where the wind blew less. You leaned your body over the railing incase you'd throw up. Ruben however made sure to keep you steady I'm his arms, preventing you from falling over board.

"What's going on here?"

At one point Anita came looking for you. It wouldn't surprise you if she thought you and Ruben had snuck off to get a quicky in somewhere.

"I think she's sea sick." He said.

"Sea sick?" Your sister frowned but took over Ruben's position of holding you steady.

"I'll go talk to the captain, see if he can turn us back around." Ruben said, disappearing somewhere around the corner.

"You good?" Your sister said, patting your back.

"No." You said, spitting out the bad taste in your mouth.

"You know, if this is your plan to make Tomas jealous or something, it is not working."

"What?" You looked up from the railing and couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Oh please, I see the way you try to flirt with Ruben in front of him. It's pathetic."

"I don't know what your talking about." You muttered.

"No? Either way he is so out of your leauge."

"Excuse me."

"Y/N?" Said Bernardo. If he, Ruben and the rest of your family hadn't come around deck, you might have thrown Anita to the sharks.

"You okay sis?" He said, finally dropping the rich kid act, to be the brother that you knew and loved.

"Do I look okay?" You sighed. The sea sickness was getting worser and worser with the wind that was picking up. Grey clouds roamed the skies, perhaps there was a storm coming?

"Ruben said that the captain wants us to dock at the next Island, stay there til the storm blows over."

"And when is that?" Anita said, folding her arms with the cold breeze.

"Could be later tonight. But Ruben guesses that it won't ware off until morning."

"Morning?" She frowned. "So we're staying overnight on this boat?"

"There is room for everybody." Ruben assured.

"Yay, a sleepover. I love sleep overs. " Bernardo's woman cheered. "Show me to our room baby."

Bernardo was more than happy to.

"But where are we sleeping?" Anita asked.

"What do you mean." Bernardo frowned. He spoke between clenched teeth. " Do I need to remind you about you position in this?" By position he meant his little lie. "Devide the rooms by couples. Pãi and Mamãe. You and Tomas and Y/N and Ruben."

"Y/N can't stay with Ruben." Anita frowned, behind her Tomas looked to want to utter the same thing.

Bernardo however was being torn by his womans eagerness to get to her room and his baggage of a family. "Of course she can, their about to be engaged." He winked and off he went with his girlfriend, leaving you in a very awkward position with your family.

"Mr Silva I...."

Your dad just shook his head when Ruben spoke, silencing him. "The walls are thin on this boat, rember that son."

"Yes, sir."

"Dad." You groaned. It couldn't get anymore disturbing.

"Pãi." Anita spoke up. "You can't seriously let her share rooms with this man. I mean she barely knows him."

"Nitty, your sister is sick, let her rest." He said, to everyone's surprise.

"Mamãe?" Anita turned to your mother, desperate for her to do something about this.

"Your father is right. Y/N needs to rest." She said.

"But...she's...and he's...

You felt a warm hand caress your back. It was Ruben, helping you up to get you inside. This day really took a turn for the worst, even for your family.

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #football imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football #fluff

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louloulemons-posts · 9 months

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Loving More Than One

Bucky X Fem!Mutant!Reader X Loki

summary : reader has a crush. well she has 2. and they’re in a relationship. with each other.

word count : 0.7k

Requested 🤍

warnings : not proofread, 3am writing, haven’t watched marvel in a while so i’m a bit rusty sorry, talks of natural disasters, very sweet and fluff, simple reading?

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You knew it was wrong, okay crushing on people from afar wasn’t wrong, but they were your friends and they were dating and well … you liked them both.

You’d been recruited into the avengers a few years back for your powers, elemental control. You were able to cause a flood, droughts, fires, earthquakes, the list goes on.

During this time you’d met some of your best friends, some even becoming family. People like Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

You’d also quickly become used to Lokis teasing, he was always lurking trying to get a rise out of someone. His favourite target had become you, cheeks flushing whenever he’d taunt you, small touches here and there.

Along with this you’d met Bucky. He did seem intimidating from the outside, but once you got closer he opened up. He told you how he struggled with what he did as the Winter Soldier, and how he hated himself.

You understood, also having been tested on and used for causing damaged all around the world. When you could you only used your powers for things that were good, like helping grow crops and flowers.

However, over time you’d become very fond of Bucky and his gentleness, but also Lokis rambunctious charm.

That was until, “Hello Love,” Loki leaned down, pecking Bucky’s forehead. “Hi,” he gave the god a small smile, even that a rarity from Bucky.

“What are you two up too?” he asked.

“Oh, Bucky was just helping me with some gardening stuff.”

“Ah I see, I must apologise though. I have to steal James from you. We have a reservation.”

Standing up, the shorter man wiped down his jeans with his metal hand, taking one of Lokis in his flesh one. “O-oh yeah of course. Have fun,” you smiled, waving them off.

Oh my god, they’re together.

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Wandering to your room after a long day, you overheard familiar voices. “So we both feel the same way?” Loki.

“Yeah but it’s wrong.” Bucky. He sounded upset. “My Love it is not. It is not abnormal for people to love many during their lifetime. You are more than 100 years of age, and me a thousand. It’s alright.”

This wasn’t a conversation you should be hearing. “So what? We just ask her? Hey we both like you, wanna date us both?”

“That is exactly what we are going to do. Come, she should be here.”

Shit they were heading your way, quickly walking down the hall, you heard Loki call out your name. “Oh hello,” you said, be calm.

“We were just coming to find you,” Loki smiled at you. “Right, what can I help you with?”

“We need to talk to you,” Bucky said quietly.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah Darling nothing to worry about, shall we go somewhere more private?” Loki suggested.

The three of you headed out to a balcony, sitting on one bench, Loki and Bucky sat across from you. “So what did you want to talk about?”

“Well umm, you know how well we all get along, and this - this man come as a shock to you but-“ Bucky began, stumbling over his words, when Loki spoke.

“We like you.” It was so simple for him to say, he shrugged when he said it, flicking lint off his trousers. The man next to him nudged him harshly.

“L-like me?” you asked.

“Indeed. We were wondering if you would like to join us in our relationship.” It wasn’t even a question. “Sorry Sweetheart, Lokis a bit … well very comfortable with this,” Bucky spoke softly, coming to sit next to you.

“We both like you. Enjoy your company, find you attractive, we want to get to know you better. But we’re already in a relationship, we were wondering if you’d be interested in being with us both?”

“Yes.” Bucky looked at you shocked, even Lokis eyes widened. “I’m sorry? Darling did you say yes?” The god asked. You nodded, humming, “I’d like that very much, thought I was crazy liking you both … turns out it’s not too unusual.”

“So, you’d like to go on a date with us, see how it goes?” Bucky questioned.

“I’d really like that,” you kissed the man’s stubble covered cheek and rose. Leaning over and doing the same to the other mans.

“But for now I must sleep,” you smiled at them both, bidding them goodnight. “D-did that really just happen?”

“Yes my Darling it did.”

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A/N: Written for @melodymishahiddlestan

I hope this was okay for you! I’ve never wrote for Bucky or Loki and I’m a bit rusty on my Marvel atm. I’ve also never wrote for a 3 person relationship, but it was fun to do. I wanted to keep it simple and sweet. Hope you enjoyed 🤍

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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beebopboom · 4 months

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Words of a Wise Angel

(Intro, part 1, part 2, part 3)

Finally made it to the end - four post later for a character that only has around 10 minutes of screen time - and there was going to be more

Originally this was going to be how the Metatron fashioned himself the king in God's game of chess and was going to relate it to Shakespearean Kings heck we were even going to go into Monty Python and the Holy Grail - but honestly I kind of just lost the motivation……maybe in the future I'll revisit.

However I still got shit to say.

(oh my god how did this get so long - I promise I’m a little sane over here)

So let's look into his actions in the show and maybe fill in some blanks

Disclaimer: just want to say I am focusing on The Metatron (obviously), his pov, and how he twist things - not what happened between Aziraphale and Crowley in the final 15, besides like one thing - just heavy emphasis on that

The Judge

(Of a very weird courtroom)

The trial itself seems to mirror Hell's trial in the way there is no true defense - I’m sensing a pattern

In the trial of Gabriel he is centered in the middle - at this moment neither left or right

He doesn't cut in until Gabriel starts going on about what an angel just gotta do sometimes- and brings up a reminder of what happened to the last angel of his position that started with this way of thinking - it after all is a great story for controlling and best not be repeated because then it looks bad on Heaven's part

This establishes The Metatron as a character whose main concern is the reputation of Heaven - that even though this is an action that is casting out worthy he won’t can’t do it because then it would be an upheaval.

But he frames it as a kindness, as if he was doing a favor - it's manipulative, it keeps the "Heaven is all good, here look we are doing a special favor just for you” narrative going

After Gabriel leaves he moves to the side and brings up that it is taking him a while to come back but for the most part takes a backseat to the happenings around him until they start talking about ringing the alarm bells -

He tells them they are just going to have to find him and he is amused about it. Which tells me a few things

that he doesn't want this getting out yet- fewer that know the better

he didn't actually care about what happened to Gabriel - in fact this might even be a better outcome for him in the way he just doesn't have to deal with him any more

he doesn't actually think they will find him

this might just be a great story - let’s just let it play out

Now this is all happening right before episode 1 perhaps bleeding into the time where Crowley and Shax are talking (which begs the question of how does Shax know) - so it is days before we see him again, a very eventful few days

The First move

When he does show back up he’s in a corporation and getting coffee - second in line behind Mrs. Sandwich.

And his eye is on Crowley - he watches Crowley converse with these two humans and bring Mr. Brown back

Now the coffee shop - I lied I do have something to add

So before even ordering what is he witnessing? Maggie and Nina having a moment - where Nina accepts Maggie's offer of help and asks her to go get milk for her and we as an audience can see this is a big moment for Nina.

Now imagine what it is to a staple of Whickber St. and someone who is not hesitant to tell her opinion about Nina's relationship and just so happens to be first in line, Mrs. Sandwich. I would not be surprised at all if she made a remark to Nina - a remark The Metatron overheard, so now he has the following information

they are friendly with Crowley

something is up with their relationship

But now it's his turn to order - and Maggie is back how long did your order take Sandwich!? - and asks for his oatmilk latte with almond syrup and his whole human picking coffee over death being predictable thing - and yet this isn't the end of their conversation

The next time we see Maggie and Nina they are getting ready to head back over to the bookshop but what got them on this conversation in the first place? That's right I'm suggesting the Metatron said or did something. Nothing to overt but something that got them thinking, talking, and maybe wanting to confront a certain duo about it

But back to the Metatron - he has entered the bookshop and interrupted Michael

Now the Metatron has always been a character that uses human expressions and his funny little words. But he comes right out the gate with balderdash and piffle so lets talk about them

They mean practically the same thing and yet he repeats it twice so why? I think it has something to do with their origins

Balderdash - although it is not certain it is said to originate during Shakespearean times, around this time though would have been used to describe a mixed drink

Piffle - started to appear 1860 - 1870ish

They are also both games and when you search them together it is a british show that goes into the origins of words - so yeah just keep those dates in mind

He uses Crowley to point out who he is - the demon who has a bad history with him, another subtle reminder of what going against Heaven gets you.

Then he starts up with the praise for Aziraphale who actually says his name, and we see a shift in tone from when he is addressing Aziraphale and then ordering the Archangels back to Heaven - which here is another one of the human phrases, spit spot

Spit spot - I don't know exactly when it was created but it is most commonly recognized as something Mary Poppins said, which the books where published between 1934 - 1988 with the movie coming out in 1964

But anyway (I promise there is a point to those) the Archangels reaction to him, Uriel's specifically. They are nervous, they are stuttering, they are praising him - they are groveling in front of him as if he were a king, and it reminds me of the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. But the Metatron has no time for them and dismisses them. (Lord I talk about this moment a lot)

Ah, just him and Aziraphale now (not really) and they need to have a chinwag

Chinwag - around the 1870s

In response to Aziraphale saying he has made his position quite clear he offers him the coffee - which we know is not something Aziraphale prefers to drink - he offers another option that Aziraphale would not normally take, foreshadowing much?

well I say offered but really it’s kinda shoved in his face.

He separates Aziraphale and Crowley - leaving Crowley behind with a glare and ominous music which really is the first blatant instance of us knowing that the something that is up - is bad

and guess who enters the bookshop - Maggie and Nina here to talk about relationships and interference - convenient timing almost like it was influenced by someone

We join back with the Metatron when he is telling Aziraphale he doesn’t have to make a decision yet and to go tell his friend the good news and then he blends back into the crowd to walk to Muriel at the coffee shop and encourages them to read books. He proceeds to stand up and look into the bookshop, watching

Now the bits of conversation we see from Aziraphale- I see this as a few possible different things

this is the actual conversation and Aziraphale is telling Crowley an edited version

this is the edited version that he is telling Crowley and something else happened

he didn’t edit it and this is actually what happened and what was told to Crowley

but all I know is we didn’t see this full conversation and it reminded me of the misunderstanding conversation between the Nuns last season - either way it's what we got to work with people

Before moving on there are a couple particular sentences I want to point out from this conversation - and I will get to these later

"It's why Gabriel came to you in the first place, I imagine. There are huge plans afoot, enormous projects, and I will need you to run them.”

"Yeah, I've been looking back over a number of your previous exploits, and I see that in quite a few of them you formed a de facto partnership with the demon, Crowley. Now, if you wanted to work with him again, that might be considered irregular, but it would certainly be within your jurisdiction to restore your friend, Crowley, to full angelic status”

The Aftermath

Upon entering the bookshop and getting Aziraphale to say what they both already know happened out loud - he immediately chimes in with the rhetoric of “this is how Crowley always was, he chose this and his actions are his own doing - you Aziraphale are making the right choice here, you can’t change those who don’t want to, those who are damned”

congratulations Metatron you got what you wanted - pls this is sarcastic I’m still salty

Now that he has basically taken care of everything in his way of getting Aziraphale to come with him - he asks if he is ready to go (at no point yet has Aziraphale actually said yes) and asks if he needs to bring anything with him, a dig and a probe to see if there is anything else. He then just starts walking, not waiting for Aziraphale - a manipulation tactic to pull him along

and on the walk to the lift and in waiting keeps giving Aziraphale praise and then finally revealing The Second Coming as he gets in the lift which makes Aziraphale have to choose - it’s the final one and he still has to make it seem as though he actually had a choice.

But what does this all mean? What was the point of doing all this? Why does he need Aziraphale?? What’s with the word choices?

What’s with your funny words, Magic Man?

some of the dates might have rang a little familiar - Shakespeare? the 1860s? Mary Poppins? They are all around the times Aziraphale and Crowley were meeting up - well duh they’ve been meeting up since practically forever

the Mary Poppins one you could look at two ways - the actual time period they were being released, which would have been the 1941 or 1967 dates, or the fact that Crowley inspired his Nanny look after her

Looking at past exploits indeed you were Metatron, or perhaps you were even there hmmmm…

EDIT

The Metatron just used words that are from some important times,

1601 - discussing their arrangement (them working together)

1862 - their holy water fight and then not talking to each other

1967 (or 1941) - they start working and meeting up again and the holy water disagreement is put to rest.

and then he eventually hits him with, "if you wanted to work with him again”

which interestingly enough seems to hit the insecurities that Aziraphale expressed in the coffee shop, on the head - that loss of structure and purpose.

Aziraphale and Crowley also just did some big moves on their own in the bookshop and heaven - ones they weren't working together on. “You came back” is starting to hit even harder

End Edit

But also The Metatron put emphasis on the word friend when referring to Crowley, for the most part he referred to him as “demon” until then, until he pulled his final card - such an interesting word that had such an impact on Aziraphale in 1941 - well played Metatron well played (I hate it)

Now this could have all been a coincidence - if Aziraphale hadn’t picked up on the same thing.

When he interrupts Crowley he says something along the lines, “what’s that lovely human expression, hold that thought”

Hold that thought - came into play around the 70s through 90s and gained popularity due to the rise of broadcast television, like the News. But there is one definition I want to point out as well - “Used to acknowledge that one's attention needs to be diverted from what a speaker was saying.”

or in other words, “remember all those human expressions the Metatron was saying, yeah those have meaning and so does the one I’m about to say - we are being watched don’t pay attention to my words” but well we aren’t gonna talk about it (pls I’m still coping)

The Metatron has certainly done his research - bringing up words and phrases from important times in their relationship - and The Metatron is certainly watching just like he was now

Why does he need Aziraphale?

Now if you remember back when I discussed who The Metatron was in scripture there is actually an interesting overlap between these two with Tree of Knowledge and The Tree of Life - The Beginning and The End. Aziraphale was always meant to have a special part in The Second Coming for the exact reasons The Metatron said - an angel of his talents, an angel who knows about humans - the angel that guards them

But even just ignoring all that - What literally just happened before he showed up

called for Heaven’s help in a time of trouble - the portal

discoporated a fuck ton of demons

declared War on Hell

took charge and was a mediator between Heaven and Hell

and he did this all on his own (I really doubt he counts Maggie and Nina)

Aziraphale did exactly what Heaven had planned - what Gabriel was meant to sign off on - he started back up the plan he put on pause with Crowley - he made that first move

but also the 25 Lazarii miracle - which set off alarms in Heaven - and the Halo - which also set off alarms in Heaven. That’s twice in one week. One would imagine The Metatron would take notice.

EDIT

Let's switch gears a little and talk about why The Metatron mentions Gabriel coming to Aziraphale in their little talk

Whatever other reason Gabriel may have had for going to Aziraphale, giving him something etc., it was all done under a baseline understanding.

That Aziraphale would get it, be a safe space with an understanding that they don't want everything to end for some similar reasons (their demon partners) - and Aziraphale did help him despite not knowing this exact baseline

He helped the Supreme Archangel hide from Heaven and escape punishment - who’s to say he wouldn't help other angels?

The reason The Metatron doesn't care about Gabriel and Beelzebub running off together is because they went off

Their relationship doesn't have the same level of connection to Earth and humans as Aziraphale and Crowley - they didn't want Armageddon to happen because they wanted to keep seeing each other, the Earth part was optional - a matter of circumstance as it was the easiest place to keep seeing each other. Now that they were gone and together - his reason for objecting is practically void.

That is not the same as Aziraphale and Crowley

But also it works in the Metatron favor - Beelzebub is out of Hell. The Grand Duke of Hell just up and left the same time Heaven is getting their replacement Supreme Archangel - it's now time for Hell to be in shambles.

All while The Metatron just came to snipped away the bud - that seed of safety on Earth if another Angel decided to go against Heaven’s plan.

If he gets the angel that put a stop to Armageddon- that chose the Earth over Heaven - that protected his executioner just at the hint he was on the run from Heaven. If he brought that angel back to Heaven he would not be able to be that anymore, do those things anymore - not with being closely monitored anyway. Keep your enemy close and all that.

And he pulled out all the stops to achieve this - the clothes, the words, the coffee

End Edit

But The Metatron also still needs the Bookshop for some reason - a bookshop he left in the care of an angel he just encouraged to read

So he gets the best of both worlds - The rogue angel back under his thumb and an angel that will listen to him going through the bookshop

What does this all mean? What’s the point?

Well he’s an angel in dark, an angel in reverse

When we went over the tarot cards he’s been linked to, but especially the King of Cups, he seems to represent the reverse side of them while trying to maintain the upright version- which is interesting

He’s an angel in trouble, an angel who needs a scapegoat

The Archangel Metatron is a controversial angel, his existence, his story, his position of power. He even has a story under his name where he is punished and demoted by God when someone assumes him to be another God in Heaven

The Metatron as a character that likes to be surrounded by fours, covered on all sides. And each and every one of those angels has done something to get them in trouble - meaning he has dirt.

After all every scribe needs their soldiers - however backhanded it is

and maybe he has something big he is hiding of his own - using the others faults to hide his - something concerning the Book of Life - either him not having it or at least not having all of it

But anyway he has set himself up to be protected from any fallout - he has not been seen, only heard for centuries probably. Sending angels in his place to do jobs (yes, I’m talking about the change to Gabriel being the one at the airbase - I’m giving it a reason)

Until now - until he walked into that bookshop and made himself known. He put himself in play thinking he knows the game, thinking he just brought in the perfect angel to blame things on if they all go wrong(which they will)

but really he just opened himself up to the start of his downfall. Double edged sword and all that

For the next season I imagine he is going to keep up the pleasantries, take up that backseat role, act as a guide, being subtle in his manipulations - he after all believes he got away with it - just all those things until it all comes crumbling down and he gets exposed, and at the center of it all is Aziraphale (and then Aziraphale gets offered his position which he turns down, saying no to Heaven and choosing to be with Crowley) what? I said nothing.

(I think that’d be funny and this is a comedy after all)

It’s the Punishment of an Angel, the Fall of a King

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and that’s all folks - that’s the end- for now. Hope you’ve enjoyed -I had to watch the final 15 so many times and I’m totally ok

#good omens #good omens 2 #the metatron #metatron #aziraphale #crowley #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens character analysis #good omens theory #good omens metatron #maggie and nina

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kurikive · 1 year

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please! — 62. love and... war?!

it was the first monday since hanni and y/n had become officially unofficial almost/already girlfriends. it's... a weird situation. hanni did ask y/n to ask the question again in person, and the latter was (trying to) mentally prepare herself for the moment.

"should i kneel? like a proposal?" she asks a very confused jungwon that was sitting on a table while she walked back in forth in an agitated state.

"uh, absolutely not? you just became girlfriends, you're not getting married." he responds in a sarcastic tone.

"well, then what do i do?! do i ask her when i see her? do i tell her to come outside? to the rooftop?" clearly stressed out she throws her hands in the air as jungwon rolls his eyes.

he gets up from the table to lay his hands on y/n's shoulders. "you send her a text to meet you outside, you ask her the question, she says yes, you kiss. that's all you gotta do." she blushes at the thought and giggles as she imagines the scene, but quickly regains composure and stops, "ahem, i can't kiss her yet, it's too early." she says.

the boy looks at her in disbelief, "it's not too early, y/n! you're eighteen and you haven't kissed anyone. you have a girlfriend you can kiss now and you just- ugh!" he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"i don't know, jungwon! i just- i... i want her to ask me." y/n pouts, "i can't ask all the questions myself, you know?"

"whatever. but if she doesn't ask, you have to. i will be watching."

"please don't."

"i will."

a few hours later y/n found herself in the middle of class debating if she should send the text. i mean, she had to at one point, but she constantly argued if she should send it then and there or wait a little longer, mindlessly staring at her phone in the process.

"ms. hwang, please pay attention to the class." the teacher called out, startling her. "h- huh? oh yeah, sorry..." she apologized as she put down her phone with the screen facing the table, but forgetting to turn it off. exactly where the spot the send arrow was pressed down on a little crumb of used eraser, sending the text accidentally.

unaware of the matter, y/n just continued the class peacefully (with the debate still on the back of her mind). as soon as it ended, she took her phone in her hands to continue deciding what choice to make, only to find out it was already settled with the message sent and seen.

"ah shit."

it was about half an hour before the time that y/n had asked her to meet outside and hanni was surprisingly nervous.

although she might have eavesdropped on her about-to-be girlfriend's conversation with her best friend a few hours ago. it wasn't on purpose! she went out to buy a snack and y/n and jungwon were just there.

she overheard something about a kiss, and how y/n hadn't had her first one. at the moment, hanni wanted to laugh, it was on brand with y/n's loser reputation, but held her laugh as she realized she hadn't had hers either.

although she had a few boyfriends in the past (and by a few i mean only two) she got bored of them and had broken up before they got to do anything besides a peck on the cheek, she was also pretty young back then, so she didn't want to go too fast with them. the thought of y/n and being each other's first kiss excited her.

"what do you even say after you kiss someone?" she asked out loud after zoning out for a few minutes. her friends looked at her in confusion at the sudden bringing of the topic.

"like and subscribe for more!" said shota making the entire group laugh.

"i'm not gonna say that!" embarrassed, hanni exclaimed. danielle stopped laughing and looked her way in surprise. "who are you gonna kiss?"

"well, y/n! duh!" a smirking hyein answered before her. "i was just asking! i'm not gonna kiss her..." flustered, hanni argues.

"yeah, okay! well, someone has to, and if it's not you then y/n will. and i will make sure it happens!" hyein being the self proclaimed "mastermind of relationships" was already planning to be hiding somewhere to spy on the couple. it wasn't only her, but jungwon also agreed to join her... and danielle... and haerin... and minji... and for some reason sunoo too?

"hyein, please don't go spying on us while we're talking." hanni warned.

"i won't!" she will.

"do you promise?"

"i promise." danielle sees her cross her fingers behind her back and laughs.

it was time. y/n was already on the spot they agreed on, barely being able to stand on the freshly cut grass. she felt like she was going to shit herself.

behind her, hidden behind the green bushes, was her best friend, and her soon-to-be girlfriend's best friends. seven people hidden behind a large bush and about four of them could barely see anything.

y/n was once again lost in her thoughts out of nervousness. just get it over with, hwang. so out of it she didn't even notice the reason for her nerves approaching her, nor the septet of teens that were rustling by a bush.

in the middle of zoning out, she was interrupted by a finger snapping right in front of her face, "y/n?" immediately turning her head towards the shorter, she holds her breath only to let it all out at the first word she speaks.

"h-hanni! hey! hi! what are you doing here?" a forced awkward smile creeping up on the taller's features.

"you... asked me to meet you here?"

"right, fuck."

"did you want to ask me something?" hanni already knows what she's going to ask, she just doesn't want to waste any chance she gets to tease y/n.

"yeah! actually. so, um... the other day... when we, um, we were texting and i said this one thing... and you asked me another thing... and i asked you this other thing... you told me to, um..." y/n avoided any chance of eye contact with the shorter to help out her stuttering, but turning completely useless when she stole a quick glance at her to be met with a very intense stare from the other. "ask you... again... in person..."

"and what are you going to ask?" hanni fakes confusion to continue the clueless act.

oh my GOD, SHE'S SO MEAN TO ME, y/n thinks as she looks away in annoyance.

"i, well, i wanted to, um, ask... if i could you know... like, um, be... shit, um..." she looks back at hanni once again to watch her hold back a smile, clearly enjoying every stutter that came out of y/n's mouth. "oh my god, you fucking asshole." she muttered under her breath.

"what was that?" y/n musters up every bit of courage she had left.

"be your girlfriend!" she exclaimed with her eyes closed, fearing and not knowing of what. "i wanted to ask if i could be your girlfriend." she heard leaves and branches rustling heavily behind her, but not an answer came from hanni for a few seconds.

in confusion, she opened her eyes. hanni pretended to think with her arms crossed and a finger tapping her lips. y/n looked at them. shit! she looks away, blush running up to her cheeks.

"umm..." the shorter looked back at her, accidentally glancing at her lips. "okay! i'll accept." this time they both heard the bushes rustling loudly, but y/n couldn't care less.

"what?! really?!" her eyes widen as she asks again to make sure. hanni nods, "but i have a favor."

"anything you want." y/n rushed her words making hanni giggle.

"you have to kiss me."

as soon as she heard her words, she leant in a kissed the shorter's left cheek. when y/n pulled back, hanni stared at her in dissatisfaction. the taller tilted her head in confusion, not like the fake one hanni gave her a few minutes ago.

did i do it wrong? she thought, oh shit.

"stupid..." were the last words hanni whispered before taking the taller's face in her hands and pressing her lips against hers.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck was all that was heard in y/n's head.

it was really happening, she was kissing her crush, now girlfriend. y/n thought when she kissed someone she'd feel the infamous butterflies and fireworks, but after a few seconds of confusion all she could feel was peace.

like a well deserved break on the beach after months of hard work. like sitting by the window on a rainy day with her head resting on her arms. like sitting on top of a tree watching the sunlight hit the leaves with the sounds of the wind and the outside world in the background. like a slow dance with a loved one, like the one their lips were having at the moment.

y/n never moved her arms or hands, she just complied with hanni's movements and let her take control until she was satisfied and pulled away. and she did, as soon as hanni pulled away they looked at each other in awe. eyes glistening and both their cheeks and lips turned a slight shade of pink and red.

this time the rustling bushes were muted and drowned out by their own thoughts. but the sound of the world was coming back, and someone had to say something.

so hanni, still in her daze mutters, "like and subscribe-" wait, what? "-...for more?"

y/n lets out a loud laugh, "okay!"

"no! shit, sorry." hanni covers her face with her hands. "hell, why did i say that..."

after calming her laughter y/n reassured her it was okay, "it was cute, don't worry." silence fell once again. so that was it?

"so we're girlfriends now?" hanni asked.

"i think so." y/n answered.

but a voice was heard in the distance, "minji? what are you hiding for?" the high pitched voice of y/n's best friend, jihyo was undeniably heard by everyone.

the couple turned their heads to the noise, "babe! you're ratting us out!" minji complained while others groaned, hiding was useless now.

"what the fuck..." y/n whispered when she saw jungwon stand up from behind the bush. "jungwon, you asshole!" she screamed. "i told you not to watch!"

"and i told you i would!"

"what the hell is going on?" hanni asked out loud this time, until she connected the dots and the situation clicked.

"HYEIN YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING SPY!" she yelled at the top of her lungs as she approached the group.

"woops!" hyein ran away before she could get caught.

hanni reached the seven (now six) kids and stopped at the sight of someone, "and what the fuck are you doing here?" she asked sunoo.

the boy shrugged, "just wanted to see, i guess."

"so you're finally dating now?" danielle questioned, the blush that was gone suddenly returning to hanni's cheeks. y/n was also approaching the group, with the intention to beat up jungwon.

hanni smiled, "maybe."

"yes or no, dumbass."

"if you say no they won't be a party." sunoo warns.

"there's a party?" haerin, who was beside him asked.

"no, i just made that up, but if we tell dana she might find a way to make it happen."

"so yes or no." an impatient danielle asked again.

"YES! GOD! WE ARE!" annoyed, the shorter replied.

"fucking finally!" danielle, jungwon and jihyo all said in unison, the last one getting a few confused stares because of the unusual swear word.

"so let's go get dana." sassily, sunoo left to go find the girl, followed by haerin, minji, jihyo and jungwon, leaving the other girls to follow them afterwards. at one point they reached hyein, who was hiding behind a pillar a few steps away. "traitor." hanni said as she pulled on the younger's ear while they walked.

"ow! ow! ow! sorry- ow!"

"and then she said, like and subscribe for mo- ouch!" y/n yelped in pain at her girlfriend's hit. she'd been telling everyone the story of how everything went by like she was a narrator as they all walked through the sunset.

sunoo had talked to dana about everything, and she gladly agreed to host a celebration at her uncle's restaurant. she didn't even ask for permission.

so they we're all headed there, walking peacefully with laughter and overall good vibes in the whole group. it was a major celebration! the two most dense members of the friend group had finally got together.

"no way you actually said that!" minji smiled in disbelief at what she was hearing of her best friend. "it's shota's fault!" hanni defended.

they all laughed as they walked, everyone focused on their own conversation. but the laughter was soon replaced with a cold atmosphere at the sudden sound of a deep, almost angry voice.

"yang jungwon!"

everyone turned around. an unfamiliar face to some, an unwanted face to others, but an unexpected face nonetheless. "haruto?" jungwon frowned, the taller boy was getting closer step by step.

jungwon wasn't gonna lie, he was confused and scared. but he didn't want more problems, at least not with his friends around, so he warned jihyo to step back and tell the others to do so too.

"how did you find me-"

"i'm sorry." haruto started, a (fake) regretful expression showing on his face. "for everything. i... thought it was shitty of me to apologize through text instead of in person and maybe that's why you didn't take me back but i wanted to say it to you, not to a screen, and i'm sorry about that too."

"so that's why you followed me and my friends?" jungwon frowned even harder, eyes squinting in disbelief.

"i-" haruto sighed, "i know you said you didn't want me to speak to you again and i was very stressed the day i dm'ed you but i really didn't mean what i said." he said like he was almost begging.

"please, jungwon. i really, really like you and i'm really fucking sorry."

"he told you he didn't want to speak to you again and you still followed him? do you realize how creepy that is?" y/n interrupted in a condescending tone, haruto glared at her but ignored her regardless.

he walked closer to the smaller boy but jungwon stepped back in fear. "i'm sorry, jungwon. i just wanna be on good term-"

almost tripping as he walked backwards, jungwon cut him off, "how did you know where i was?" he raised his eyebrow, clearly scared now, his voice got quieter. y/n heard it in his tone, and was fuming with rage, ready to beat him up any second.

"i found out where you went to school and-"

"oh, fuck no." y/n exclaimed as she stomped towards the taller and punched him right in the cheekbone, making him stumble a little. the adrenaline in her system drowned out the gasps of her friends and the pain in her knuckles.

"what the fuck?!" haruto yelled, jungwon flinched but y/n kept her stance.

"yeah, what the fuck, asshole? you fucking creep? you stalk jungwon and try to gaslight him to forgive you and you think you're gonna get away with it?" she throws another punch at the same cheek, now both his face and her fist were bleeding.

haruto walked closer to the girl and pushed her, "haruto stop!" jungwon yelled, but the taller wasn't bothered. "who the hell even are you? if you're not part of this then get lost and let us handle whatever problem we have." he pushed once again, "jungwon doesn't need you to come to his defense, he has a black belt, dumbass. shouldn't you know that? he probably didn't tell you that, but he told me, and that's because i'm important in his life."

and so she kicked him in the ribs. haruto falls down in pain. she looked down at him.

"i trained with him since elementary, bitch." y/n spit, "and beat him too."

haruto tried to stand up but before he could do so y/n kicks his face once more.

"y/n, stop." jungwon warned, "he's getting what he deserves, jungwon. don't tell me you're gonna let him-"

"Y/N!" hanni screams noticing haruto standing up behind her and lifting his arm. and with a single punch...

K.O! Y/N OUT!

woopsie-daisy!

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reidsbookclub · 2 years

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Nicknames, Cake, and Kisses

AN: this was written for @ofwilliamandwalter 's birthday celebration. Happy birthday Emmy!!

Category: FLUFF Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!fem!reader

Summary: She finds a card each year on her birthday, he needs to know why everyone has a nickname but him. (sorry this summary is so bad)

Her birthday used to be a constant reminder of friendless birthday parties, divorced parents always fighting, and music she didn’t even like so loud that her head would always hurt. That was until she joined the BAU, where she finally understood what the meaning of spending your birthday with family meant. Every year someone would take turns bringing a cake, Penelope would make sure she felt like a queen but what would intrigue her the most is the anonymous card that would be left on her desk every morning before she walked in. This year’s card was accompanied by a vintage William Wordsworth book and a notebook referencing her favorite song “The Lakes” with the lyrics “auroras and sad prose” engraved on the cover, something that she had talked about wanting if only she could figure out who her secret admirer was but one this was for sure, this year, this year she was determined to find out who it was. What she failed to notice was Spencer’s evergrowing frown as she overhead every conversation she had with the team.

“Hey D, do you happen to know anything about this letter?” She asked Derek “no sorry y/l/n but happy birthday”

“Thanks, I need to ask the jefe (boss) now, I really need to know about this letter”

Somehow no one knew about wher this letter cam from, not JJ, D, Em or even Anderson.

She was on her way to ask Penelope about the mysterious card, surly her having access to all the security cameras must’ve seen something. But as she approached her office she overheard a talk between Spencer and Penelope, one that would have her thinking this was going to be the worst birthday ever.

“I don’t know Garcia, no one has ever called me a nickname” She overheard Spencer say

“What do you mean? Derek calls you Pretty Boy, JJ calls you Spence and-” “Yes but y/n she has special nicknames for all of you, all of you except me” He said in the most deflated tone he had ever heard him talk. “Don’t be silly Reid, she has a nickname for you, she calls you bean sprout and when shes really drunk she call you mei - whatever that means- whenever we talk about you during girl's night. Have you picked up her cake yet?”

Y/N was mortified, she knew that if there was one person who would be able to decipher her nickname towards Spencer, it would be Spencer himself.

Spencer POV

Mei, she calls me mei, the girl I’m in love with, the one I thought would never reciprocate my feelings calls me hers. I was so caught up with soriting out my feelings thanks to that new piece of information that I barely had time to register Penelope asking about the cake. Shit the cake, I still had to pick it up. But first I needed to find a way to let her know that I am hers, that my heart has belonged to her since the moment she said, “I heard you don’t shake hands so can we fist bump instead?”

I knew she had read the letter and that was when the idea began to form.

Heading to pick up the cake I asked for one more slight alteration. “ Hi, Im Spencer Reid here to pick up a cake for Agent Y/L/N” “Oh yes, let me get it for you” “Is there any way you could add “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” on the box?”

“Of course Agent Reid”

Shaking, i prepared myself to deliver the cake and subtly let her know I have been the oen behind all those letters. Would she think they were dumb? Would she laugh in my face? But why hasn’t she ever used those nicknames with me before?

Y/N POV

The minute the team gathered around my desk I knew that the long standing cake tradition was coming up. As soon as that whine box was placed on the table I could only gasp. There scribbled the phrase, “I just want to see the auroras and read sad prose with you” and I just knew that whoever brought this cake knew what was inside that letter and the gift that came along with it, but before I could even ask Spencer , mei bean sprout, asked “can-why-wha-why does everyone get a nickname but me?” He must of noticed confusion written across my face because he elaborated with, “you call Hotch, jefe, which I know is boss in Spanish, Derek is D, even Anderson has a nickname why why don’t I? And I know its a dumb thing to get upset about, especially on your birthday but Y/N I don’t know what else to do to make you notice me. I leave secret cards on your birthday, i leave a single rose during valentine’s day and I get those are not much but I thought you would realize, how else can I show you I love you?”

“Spencer, I never cared for my birthday until I met you. Now, each birthday reminds me of how grateful I am that we get to spend another year together. I do have a nickname for you- two actually- bean sprout because you quite literally tower over me, and mei which is–”

“mine, in Latin” he interrupts

“Yes, mine, because you my darling are the best thign thats ever been mine”

“Can I shut you up with a kiss now?”

“I’d be mad at you if you didnt, bean sprout”

“...sooo no cake?”

“Shut up Derek! Took the kid long enough, let them have this” Hotch mentioned.

“Hey, youre the best thing thats ever been mine too” Spencer whispered in my ear before pulling me into a kiss.

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unnervinglyferal · 5 months

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I overheard a conversation today that made me think of you

These two dads were discussing challenges in parenting and the advice that the more experienced dad has was that kids need the space and safety to figure themselves out, and they will do so. You don’t need to worry about that. The most important thing is making sure they have a place (metaphorical and physical) that they feel safe and secure. If they have that place with you, then they’ll go out and explore and figure themselves out, knowing that they can always come back to you, to safety.

And I thought of you and how that sounds lime the kind of thing you’d say (but probably with more swearing lol)

I couldn't imagine having kids with some idea or expectation that you could make them be whatever you want them to be. My parents were disappointed to have my sister since she wasn't the son they wanted, and my sister resented that all her life despite of the fact that I wasn't the son they wanted either. They had an exact idea of what a family is supposed to look like, and we were doing it wrong at all times just by being alive incorrectly.

We didn't plan to have any specific kind of a family. We didn't really plan at all, just intense animal urges and a few pills that didn't kick in soon enough. Whatever the baby wants to do next is up to her. We're just here to make sure that she'll figure out how to do that without killing herself or anyone else in the process.

Every day I'm amazed to realize that she really wants things. That's a human person, she's got preferences to how she likes things to be. She fucking hates Frank Sinatra. She gets mad when things aren't the way she wants them. Once she learns to walk and talk she's going to have to figure out how to get the things she wants on her own, but right now it's enough that she wants things.

Sometimes I just sit and think, shit, she's got thoughts in there. An actual half-cooked human mind that's capable of wanting something, making desicions, and going through with them. Not good desicions necessarily, she'll smack herself in the face and get mad that she got smacked in the face, but she chose to move her arm to see what happens if she does that.

Half the time I have no idea what the fuck she's trying to do, but I couldn't imagine ever thinking that she's doing it wrong.

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moodyclouds89 · 2 years

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mikey x male reader

Fluff/lil bit of crack[?]

[A/n: I hope I did good! This is my first time writing male reader so I hope it isn't bad😭 might be ooc so sorry about that! This is set around high school or college whatever you prefer]

Also f/n for female name and m/n for male name! I couldn't come up with names for readers friends so yeahhh

Oh you like me?....WAIT YOU LIKE ME?!

Mikey Wasn't dumb. He knew he liked you since the very beginning you two met. He always looked forward to seeing you on campus everyday and when you don't show up he gets grumpy for the whole day.

So when he saw you talking to your friends he quickly walked your way to greet you like always.

But when one of your friends brought up a question he quickly froze from his spot and hid to listen to your conversation.

"Y/n do you like anyone?"

He could see you think for a moment. He felt his breath hitch and eagerly waited for your response.

"Mm yeah I do"

His eyes widened and he continued to eavesdropped while your friends freaked out.

"Oh my! Who is it!"

"Tell us tell us!"

Oh he too wanted to know.

"I won't tell you!"

"Aw c'mon! At least the first letter of their name or appearance!"

"Yeah!"

You thought for a moment before giving in.

"Fine, but I'll only describe his appearance."

Both of your friends nodded eagerly and waited for you to tell them the small clue.

Even mikey was eager.

"Well he has blonde hair…mm what else, oh! And he has a few classes with me!"

"Yeah, that won't be helpful in finding out who it is."

"Is it someone we know?"

You let out a sigh before saying one little clue.

"Yes he is someone we know, mm let's just say he is in our friend group."

Mikey stayed still for a bit, trying to process your words.

Someone in your friend group?

Wait, him and the others are in your friend group!

Mikey felt like a piece of him went away.

So that means it's one of his friends

Mikey quickly turned around and left.

He is going to find out who in his friend group stole your heart before he could.

Meanwhile with you and your friends

"Friend group?! Mmm blonde hair blonde hair…draken?"

"Chifuyu?"

"Takemichi?"

"Inupi?"

"Pah-chin?"

"Emma?"

"Oh don't tell me you guys are going to list all the blondes in are friend group"

"Kazutora?"

"He not blonde!"

"But he has blonde streaks!"

You rolled your eyes and looked at f/n when she let out a loud gasp.

"Wait wait! I think I know who!"

You quirk an eyebrow and waited for her answer.

"Is it mikey?"

They could see you freeze up and avoid their gaze which already told them the answer.

"Oh my god! It is mikey!"

"Shh! Not so loud!" You said while slapping your hand on his mouth. You quickly looked around and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that no one was around.

"Oh my! You do like him!"

"F/n! Please don't say it out loud!" You whined and she quickly shushed up.

"Sorry sorry!"

"I knew it!" M/n said

"Just shut up you two, hurry we have to get to class or we'll be late."

"What got into him?"

"Don't know, he's been glaring at all of us since this morning."

"Did someone eat his dorayaki?" Takemichi whispered while everyone side-eyed mikey who was sitting there quietly watching their every move.

"I doubt it, he would be whining, not quiet."

"Mikey are you okay?" Emma asked, getting a little worried and creep out from her brother.

"I'm fine" he said calmly which caused everyone to stare in horror.

"He's definitely not fine."

"No shit."

They watched as mikey looked around the cafeteria and stared at a certain someone.

"Is it about y/n?" Takemichi asks, seeing the blond stare lovingly at the male who was sitting a few tables away.

"Actually yeah."

He turned to look at them and pouted.

"I overheard y/n say he likes someone, and that someone is one of you guys."

He said with an upset tone. Everyone just stared at each other before turning back to mikey.

"You overheard?"

"He probably eavesdropped."

"I did not!"

"...."

"Okay maybe"

Draken rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.

"Did he say a name or anything?"

"Nope, but he did say that the person was blonde and that is in this friend group." He said before glaring at everyone again.

"So that's why you were glaring at all the blondes in the group?" Baji said before letting out a loud laugh, followed by the other non-blondes.

"Mikey you do realize that you're blonde too right?"

He sat there quietly before grabbing a strand of his hair and gasping.

"Your right!"

"Oh god this idiot '' Draken said while massaging his temples. The rest laughed while mikey sat there smiling.

"I'm going to confess to y/n!"

Before anyone could say anything, a familiar figure approached their table.

"Hi guys!"

"Hi y/n!" Emma and hina said with bright smiles. You smiled back before greeting the rest.

"Come sit with us y/n!" Baji said but you politely declined.

"Oh no no! I'm actually here to talk to someone." Everyone froze and looked at mikey who curiously stared at you. You turned to look at mikey.

"Mikey can we talk?"

He nodded his head and got up from his seat. You two left the cafeteria and went to a more private area.

"So mikey"

"Mhm?"

He could see the slight hesitation in your movement which made him a little confused.

"I've been wanting to tell you for some time now…and-"

"Wait!"

You stopped and looked at him confused.

"Is this about you wanting help with asking one of my friends out?"

"Huh?"

"You like someone from my friend group right? Blonde hair too right? Is it draken? Takemichi? Chifuyu? Inupi? Or kazutora-"

You could feel your eye twitch and let out a scoff.

"It's you dumbass, I like you."

"Oh you like me?....WAIT YOU LIKE ME?!"

You playfully rolled your eyes and nodded. Mikey felt like he was in cloud nine and couldn't contain his excitement and lunge at you.

"I also like you!"

You smiled at his confession and hugged him back. But then you remember his previous question.

"How did you know I liked someone from your friend group?" You asked curiously.

"I overheard"

"Overheard?"

"...."

"Fine, I eavesdrop"

It was silent for a few seconds before you spoke up.

"And also kazutora not blonde"

"He is!"

"He not!"

Yeah you two spent your time bickering over kazutora hair color for the next 5 minutes.

I hope this wasn't bad😭

Reblogs and feedback is appreciated!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers x male reader #mikey x male reader #male reader #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyorev fluff #tokyo revengers crack

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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 2 months

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Hi I love you @my-cursed-brain (if you want me to tag your alt in the future just lmk bc. I will probably split this into different posts just for the sake of organization) Anyways!! Regarding the Dance AU, I'll give you a little bit of bg information first. Night Raven Dance Academy is a prestigious school with availability for anyone from the middle class tax bracket right on up to royalty, but the difficulty and the quality of the lessons are dependent on your financial standing. (For example, Vil, Neige, Leona, Riddle - they all have the best teachers NRDA has to offer, with a rigorous training schedule and their academics are less of a priority than dance is in terms of personal goals, and are done via asynchronous classes to accommodate for their schedule. Ace, Deuce, Vizzie (OC), are still in a pretty intense dance program, but they still have their normal classes to attend in person). NRDA is divided by floors based on where you're going for classes. Now for Neige, Riddle and Vil. They are the queen bees, studying specifically ballet. Since Leona took a temporary leave from the academy after a dance related accident, the three of them have been competing to be the top dancer at the school. They've got a "Mean Girls" sort of dynamic going, where they treat each other like enemies as much as they treat each other like friends. Part of this is because they've known each other since middle school. Part of this is the (mostly) friendly competition between them. Part of this is the Gender Envy. Neige is openly gender fluid, with supportive (adoptive) parents. This somewhat irks Vil, not just the self expression and the support, but it seems to give Neige more flexibility as their instructor knows Neige is comfortable playing either a typically female OR male lead, resulting in Neige being picked over Vil for leads often, never due to skill, only due to the comfort level the instructor has been made aware of. However he has major imposter syndrome and nobody he can talk to about it because he knows Vil and Riddle will kind of tear him apart, but his parents don't really acknowledge his issues, just telling him he's perfect and he knows its not true. Vil can't say he wants the female lead. He has considered coming out to his father as trans, but overheard a conversation his dad had with Riddle's mom, and realized the moment he told his father he would be disowned, his reputation would be ruined, and his dance career would be over. So he stays quiet, silently seething as Neige gets the glory he wishes he had. Riddle is afab in this universe. She is in denial about being trans, as she knows her mother would not be supportive, which has severely impacted her motivation and passion for dance. Everything just Feels Wrong, and when she looks at Vil and Neige she wonders why she feels a sense of loss or like something's missing. So her performance hasn't been as good as it has in the past, leading to more issues and one-sided conversations from her mother, and empty promises that she'll try to do better but she really doesn't know what's wrong. Her mental health starts to wear on her quite a bit, but Vil and Neige pick up on it eventually.

There will be a day, eventually, in which the three of them are able to really talk to each other and sort their shit but it takes A While to get there. wheeee thank you for asking about it I love talking about worldbuilding and stuff and its a great reward for when I finish chunks of hw so I really appreciate it in that way too lmao

#v talks #twst #twisted wonderland #twst hcs #twst headcanons #my aus #dance au #twst dance au #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #neige leblanche #dance au riddle #dance au vil #dance au neige

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mwebber · 8 months

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Hope you don’t mind any ‘On The Bound’ lore questions but how do you think Mark would react to all the excessive bodyshaming Seb went through in the Ferrari era?

don't mind at all! i don't know how much more of it will get posted, if ever, so i'm happy to wordvomit on them anyday :)

rough timeline is that seb gets knocked up towards the end of the 2013 season and has the 2014 shitshow delivered in a completely different way due to an awful pregnancy. it's vague, i haven't rlly workshopped it or anything, so let's say that somehow, magically, ferrari find it in themselves to knock on her door and ask her to drive for 2015. and somehow, magically, seb says yes.

the thing is like. by the time the bodyshaming comes around, seb's already been crucified a million times over for how she looks, especially when she was carrying and gained weight. so it's not necessarily new comments that have her feeling like shit; it's the fact that they're coming out of the mouths of people she's trusted for years.

in 2019, she walks out of maranello feeling--confused, more than anything. because the conversation she overheard didn't sound mean-spirited. it was just a voice floating over from down the hallway, lighthearted as it remarked how she was a little fat before sweeping onto something else. like her body shape was the weather, sunny one day and cloudy the next.

she doesn't tell mark, not at first, even when the comments get nastier about her hair, and how it's not as voluminous or thick as it was when she was in her twenties. they're all arguably objectively correct observations, anyway. her body hasn't been the same since she gave birth, even if she's still fit--her lower stomach is a little flabbier, and her tits are a little droopier, and her ass makes finding a good pair of jeans just that much harder.

mark adores her still, though. he worships her and fucks her just as hard as he did when she was a lanky thing, and his opinion is the only other one she really puts stock in when it comes to how she looks. (the first, of course, being her own opinion.) it's easy to forget what anybody else is saying when he can't keep his hands off her, when he treats her like the sexiest woman in the world.

but then the nicknames start, and it's worse than the passing comments that are largely hidden from her. again, they're not necessarily mean. they might be read as affectionate, from a certain point of view. even so, seb can't help looking at her body in her white fireproofs and thinking that white doesn't do her curves any favours.

she doesn't even notice how bad things have gotten until it's 2020, desperately trying to find another team to take her on, and she's acutely aware of the way her thighs chafe under her ferrari-branded skirt. she doesn't think they chafed so much before, or at least she didn't notice it, but they feel rubbed raw now and distinctly, unattractively bulky in the short skirt. britta never seems to suffer from the problem--then again, britta's thighs never seem to touch, an idea that glides through seb's mind calmly before landing in some dark abyss at the edge of her consciousness.

it's mark who's the most concerned and can see everything for what it truly is. mark, who's been running dogged behind the scenes trying to keep the kids occupied while they struggle against the tide of the pandemic, just so seb doesn't need to worry about them in addition to everything else. mark, who's noticed the way seb doesn't linger on her appearance in the mirror for longer than a brief glance when she used to be so vain. mark, who's done all he can in his limited spare time to tell seb in his words and actions that she's the love of his life. she always laughs him off, but lately, she hasn't even been laughing--and she's so tired, like the entire world has fallen onto her shoulders. only the kids seem to ever coax a smile out of her.

when she finally admits that she might have overheard some people saying things, mark looks just about ready to set the entire country of italy on fire. he asks for specifics, but she can't give any. he asks for names, times, places, and she can only give a rough idea, because she's not--counting every instance she's felt a little bad about how she looks. she has thicker skin than that.

mark's rage almost makes things worse. while it's nice that he feels defensive on her behalf, she just wishes he'd stop pressuring her. she's facing enough stress from every other aspect of her life, and she doesn't need him chasing after ghosts that don't matter in the grand scheme of things. he gives up, because he can't stand to hurt her, but it doesn't stop the dark shame that seems to emanate from his wife like milk gone sour, and it doesn't solve anything except the immediate issue of seb wiping tears and snot furiously from her face.

aston martin is supposed to be a fresh start. it is, for the most part: new team, new factory, new friendships to forge, and new goals to chase after. they fumble almost immediately in their eagerness to show her off when she goes for her first seat fitting, however, and mark's dread only grows. she'd gone in trusting that they wouldn't take or release photos. they release the most unflattering photo a camera could possibly capture instead, and britta messages them almost immediately to turn their devices off.

seb doesn't falter until bahrain 2021. while the world erupts into a frenzy about track limits, she sits quietly in her new driver's room with the heels of her palms pressed against her eyelids, tucked securely against mark's side and feeling old. she doesn't know when she lost her ability to drive. she doesn't think she did--the machinery still feels like home to her, but she doesn't think she can keep blaming the car. it can't possibly always be the car.

it's like mark's deepest fears about the bodyshaming become true, because it's spread like a fungus and sown doubt into seb's mind about her capability and worth. that's the pitfall of shame, isn't it? that it goes from being a spot of embarrassment to everything you are and have ever been.

he doesn't save her--only she can do that, given time--but he holds her tighter, and whispers every sweet encouragement he can think of until she stops hiding behind her palms, at least. if he can't be her lifeline, then he'll be her anchor, and he'll hold on until there's nothing more of them but dust floating in the wind.

#inbox #che angelo sei

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feekins · 10 months

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ok so I was sick but now I'm not so much, so ONWARD! here are my thoughts and things and whatever translation weirdness I find as I re-read ch 3 of Trigun Maximum vol 4!

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

this bit's always confused me. I used to think that Meryl was referring to getting Vash and Wolfwood hospitalized (no thanks to Dark Horse's random vague-ness)? but now I think maybe she's referring to things in general what with being back on Vash's trail.

yeah. once again, I prefer the Overhaul on this one - "you're small and powerless" VS "you're small and that could put you in danger".

also I remember someone commenting on Dad Stryfe's headphones and speculating that he was into radio broadcast? I think? anyway, looking at how flashback Meryl's dressed, I wonder if maybe her path to Bernardelli started with helping her dad? idk. just a thought. how sweet would that be, though? 😊

I think...here, we see Vash trying to distance himself? OR he's reacting the way Wolfwood would - bc based on the next page, that's the way Wolfwood seems to think about Milly and Meryl (or at least, that's what he says).

...idk why I only just registered this as Vash seeing right through Wolfwood again. also, Wolfwood rly does read like a cynical teenager in trimax imo - cynical with a soft core, and he's always struggling to reconcile those two sides of himself...

Dark Horse confusing. Overhaul not.

unrelated: I like the continuity of how like...Wolfwood keeps pressing Vash on these difficult conversations.

Dark Horse...weird and vague. Overhaul much more straightforward. what a weird way to translate it..."peaceful relations" VS "like-minded colleagues" 🤨

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

the Overhaul makes it clear here - usefulness has nothing to do with it. to Knives, at the end of the day, the GHGs are just another swarm of pests in need of extermination.

also...Hoppered's motive being revealed as revenge comes so abruptly the way Dark Horse translates it, and then Midvalley's reaction to it is so vague. in the Overhaul, we can see how Midvalley's zeroed in on Hoppered's intent to get revenge on Vash, and he's like "y'know what deep shit that'll put you in, right?"

it's weird how Dark Horse clings to that "usefulness" bit. their translation spins it to be about "bleh, I don't want to keep working for Knives" rather than "working for Knives is just a means to an end for me".

it makes me.......rly feel for both Hoppered and Midvalley here. 😞

oh, and after Midvalley and Hoppered's conversation, we have an interesting translation discrepancy in Zazie's first lines! Dark Horse has "Such weakness. I don't understand it. In short...use 'it' to get to his comrades..." while the Overhaul has "Hmm...a weakness. I do not understand it. But it will work. I shall use it to get this woman." I used to think, with Dark Horse's translation, Zazie was talking about Hoppered and Midvalley? But perhaps the 'weakness' they're referring back to is what they overheard Vash and Wolfwood talking about...? idk, the 'it's are confusing me 😵‍💫

aaaaaand one more interesting translation discrepancy.

and I am SO MAD AT MYSELF for not remembering Zazie KIDNAPPING MERYL in the manga - now I see the tristamp parallel with Zazie taking Meryl and Roberto to July to lure Vash out!

#trigunbookclub #text postan 2k23 #prolly a lil disjointed today lolol #ty for bearing with me y'all 💕

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Allow me to give a synopsis of the Bridgerton Strictly Come Dancing AU I will never write:

After losing a bet to his brother-in-law, Anthony Bridgerton tells his agent to accept the BBC’s offer (one they have approached him with countless times over the years) to join the cast for the upcoming series of Strictly Come Dancing. Coming from a prominent acting family where his parents, siblings, and extended family are all highly regarded, Anthony doesn’t have anything to really gain from the show’s exposure and views his contestant role as nothing more than a bit of a joke.

Upon an initial meeting with all the professional dancers for the producers to figure out the pairings, Anthony makes a offhand comment to fellow contestant and TV presenter Thom Dorset. “With any luck I’ll be eliminated early and not have to put up with these professional dancers for too long. Honestly every single one I’ve met throughout my career always have an air of desperation to them. To quote my little sister; it’s super cringe.”

What he didn’t realise was that one of the show’s dancers, Kate Sharma, had just been behind them, ready to introduce herself when she overheard his patronising comment. Despite finding him attractive and initially believing him to be quite charming, after hearing his comment Kate despises the man. She complains to the newest professional dancer, Sophie Beckett, about how arrogant Anthony is and says she hopes neither one gets lumped with him.

Fortunately for Kate she ends up paired with Thom - but she’s disappointed on her new friend’s behalf when Sophie is paired up with Anthony. She had wished for Sophie to have had a better and more willing partner for her very first series and feels sorry for her.

“Honestly, you deserve so much better, Soph.” she said to her friend when they met up for drinks ahead of the first live show. “It’s so unfair you get lumbered with a contestant who’s not even going to put the effort in.”

“He’s actually not that bad.” Sophie replied. “In fact, not bad is a complete understatement. He wants this a lot more than you might think.”

“Hmph. I’ll believe it when I see.”

And then just days later Kate does in fact have to eat her own words when much to her shock and great horror Anthony Bridgerton proves not just to be a contender but the very one to beat in the contest.

Kate had always been determined to win the Glitterball trophy but now she was more motivated than ever to clinch the title, if only to wipe off that smirk off of Anthony Bridgerton’s face. Meanwhile in the run-up to his first dance, Anthony had discovered that he actually loved dancing more than he realised and his previously blase attitude towards the competition is quickly replaced by an innate competitive nature that he can’t wait to put to good use.

Before the second live show he came across his dance partner talking with Kate - who in Anthony’s opinion is the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen - and came over to introduce himself.

“Sorry, I would humour you with conversation but I know just how cringe you find us professional dancers to be. You know, what with our desperate air and all.”

Anthony was left dumbfounded as Kate strutted away and when he tried to apologise to her later on, to tell her he hadn’t meant what he had said and that he was just talking shit, Kate refused to hear him, telling him to just stay out of her way so she could win the trophy. Riled up and agitated (and on some subconcious level feeling rejected), Anthony decides to get even with her for not accepting his apology by working even harder to remain the frontrunner of the competition.

As the weeks go by the top scorers on the leaderboard alternate between Kate and Thom, and Anthony and Sophie as the competition heats up. Anthony and Kate remain at loggerheads and constantly throw barbed comments at one another behind the scenes, all of which Anthony recounts and complains to his brother about. As supportive as he is of his brother, Benedict isn’t all that interested in the non-stop moaning about Kate Sharma. The only time his ears ever prick up during Anthony’s rants are when he mentions Sophie.

The Strictly newcomer has occupied Benedict’s mind ever since she was paired up with his brother and he’s been trying for weeks to coax any information he can find out about her from Anthony without making it obvious that he’s crushing on her. He had tried to play it cool, telling Anthony to invite his dance partner along to the opening of Benedict’s new play on the West End, but due to Anthony’s mind being clouded by his immense dislike for Kate Sharma, he had forgotten to ask her. Benedict would have liked nothing more than to be in the audience during the live shows in the hopes he could finally meet Sophie but unfortunately the Saturday shows coincided with his play.

As put out as Benedict was, little did he know that his crush was actually reciprocated. Sophie had been in the audience of one of his plays a couple of years previously and she had had the biggest crush on him ever since. When she learnt she was paired up with Anthony, she didn’t even care that he thought she was cringe or anything; all she saw was an actual opportunity to meet Benedict Bridgerton. It was a secret she kept to herself, being a Benedict Bridgerton fangirl, and she extensively read and watched every interview he gave, went to see every play he was in and watched any film or TV show he had a part in. Perhaps she was being silly in thinking her celebrity crush might like her back - but oh god what if he did? (And while she didn’t agree with Anthony’s opinion that all professional dancers were cringe, individually she couldn’t help but agree that she herself was quite cringe for fanning over his brother like she was a teenage girl all over again.)

Whenever Anthony mentioned his brother in passing, Sophie tried her best to play it cool and enquire after him, seeming like she was just making conversation. One day when talking about Benedict she quite daringly asked if he was seeing anyone.

“He doesn’t really talk to me about that stuff but I think last I knew he was hooking up with that supermodel that got stunt-casted in his play before last. Tessa Somethingorother.” Anthony had shrugged, completely oblivious to the palpable disappointment on his partner’s face and lacking the inquisitive nature to even consider why Sophie was asking about Benedict’s relationship status in the first place.

Halfway through the competition and much to the shared horror of both Kate and Benedict, the celebrity gossip blog, Whistledown, claimed that Anthony Bridgerton was in a relationship with his dance partner Sophie Beckett. Kate couldn’t believe that Sophie would be any bit interested in someone as pompous and entitled as Anthony, while Benedict was devastated at the thought that his brother was dating the woman he wanted to be dating.

“I really can’t believe you, Soph.” Kate had said to her colleague when she next saw her after her supposed relationship had made the headlines. “I thought you were better than that. Dating Anthony of all people!”

Sophie had laughed it off, assuming Kate was joking because obviously it wasn’t true, seeing as the tabloids felt the need to speculate every year that a contestant was seeing one of the professional dancers on the sly - but Kate thought Sophie had laughed off her comments to dismiss the conversation about the relationship, thinking she didn’t want to talk about it, especially when Kate was so pissed off about it.

Meanwhile Benedict had decided to torture himself by rewatching all of Anthony’s dances, trying to look at them through the lenses of his brother being in a relationship with his partner. When he had caught up with the dances before, he honestly paid no attention to his own brother as his eyes remained transfixed on Sophie, in awe of the way she moved her body so effortlessly, wishing he was the one who got to hold her close as they swept across the dancefloor. Now that he properly took his brother into account in the dancing, Benedict inflicted even further anguish on himself by convincing himself that Anthony and Sophie were clearly into each other, completely forgetting the fact that a key part of the performances included storytelling and emoting and thinking the way his brother and Sophie looked at each other during the more romantic or heated dances was because they really felt some type of way for one another.

After the show held in the Blackpool Tower ballroom, all the cast and crew have a wild night out in celebration. Kate finds herself carefully watching Anthony and Sophie, completely ignoring Thom’s drunken attempts to flirt with her. She can’t help but think that for a couple in the early stages of a relationship that they’re not very touchy-feely and she’s never spotted them kiss either. Sophie had previously shared with Kate before the start of the series of what she’d want from a relationship; to be with someone affectionate, who didn’t shy away from her, who was proud to be with her and show her off. Knowing Sophie’s background, Kate firmly believed her friend deserved the world and nothing but the best; and she knew she certainly wasn’t going to get that with Anthony. He was friendly enough with Sophie in public but from what Kate could see he wanted to save their relationship for behind closed doors. Sophie didn’t deserve to be kept a secret and even though Kate understood that there was a need for privacy when in the public eye like they all were, this party was exclusively for everyone who worked on the show and nobody would say anything if Anthony dared kiss his girlfriend or even simply hold her hand.

Later on after one too many drinks Kate made her way back to her hotel room only to find Anthony, also inebriated, as he sat in the middle of the corridor. When she asked what he was doing there he drunkenly informed her that he couldn’t remember where his room was or even what floor he was meant to be on. Kate rolled her eyes and went to grab her phone to text Sophie asking if she knew where Anthony’s room was (and thinking that there was a possibility that the pair were sharing one) when she discovered she had left her phone behind at the party. Groaning at the effort of having to go back downstairs, she decided to just leave it till morning. With a weary sigh she beckoned Anthony to crash in her room because as annoying as he was she would feel bad for just abandoning him in the corridor.

Once in the room they raided the mini fridge and shared the snacks and much to Kate’s surprise she found she actually got along really well with him. They shared a few laughs as they lounged on her bed and began chucking peanut shells at one another, with Anthony cackling with laughter when Kate tried to dodge a shell so hard that she ended up falling off of the bed. She clambered back on, laughing at herself and being able to see the funny side, and then she noticed a piece of shell in Anthony’s hair. Without thinking she reached out to brush it away but the second she did the air around them stilled. The single touch of her fingers through his hair had suddenly shifted the tension between them and Kate could feel her entire body tightening with anticipation.

“Your hair... it’s so soft.” she slurred. “So fluffy...” she said as she continued to card her hand through his hair.

“You... you smell pretty.” Anthony responded dopily.

“Lillies.” she said. “I use a lily-scented bath soap... soak... suds...” she informed him (even if she was struggling for the right word).

“Lillies.” he echoed with fascination and leaned in closer.

As she continued brushing a hand through his hair, he brought his face closer to hers and inhaled her scent. They had never been so close to each other and it was the most weirdly intimate moment that Kate had ever experienced. She turned her face to meet his - he was even closer than she thought - their noses practically touching, their lips mere inches away from one another.

She wasn’t sure who moved first, who initiated it, but either way they both wanted it. Their lips sealed together in a gentle kiss, which turned into a more heated second kiss, and then a more fervent third kiss, and then an even deeper fourth kiss, and then clothes were flying off and kisses were being trailed all across each other’s bodies and soon enough they were rocking their hips together, their hands clutched tightly as they cried out at the same time...

And when Kate woke up the next morning and realised she had spent the night with Anthony she was momentarily stunned before the guilt sunk in - she had just slept with Sophie’s boyfriend. Anthony stirred seconds after she did and he seemed surprised with where he was waking up but she didn’t give him a second to fully process it all before she was ushering him out of her room.

Kate was wracked with guilt for betraying Sophie so horribly and she had to try and weigh up when the best time to tell her was. She feared if she told Sophie right away that it would jeopardise Sophie and Anthony’s partnership in the competition. They could so easily win the whole show but if Kate told Sophie this terrible thing she had done her best friend might be too heartbroken to even want to continue in the contest. In the end Kate knew it was best to come clean now instead of letting her best friend have a false sense of trust in her relationship. When she sat Sophie down the next day she told her what happened and burst into tears as she braced herself for Sophie’s reaction.

What she wasn’t expecting was Sophie’s very impassive response. “Yeah, I saw that coming from a mile off.”

Mystified by such a reaction, Kate asked her what she meant by that - did Sophie truly think lowly enough of her to predict that she’d sleep with her boyfriend? Sophie shrugged and explained that it was obvious that the mutual loathing Kate and Anthony shared was all based in sexual tension. Kate was shocked by Sophie’s nonchalance and questioned why she wasn’t angry with her for sleeping with her boyfriend.

“What fucking boyfriend?” Sophie spluttered.

“Anthony! Your boyfriend Anthony! You’re together!”

“What?! Ew! No! God no! Not Anthony! Never!” Sophie squawked.

Kate then realised that she had fallen for the tabloid fodder and had stupidly never directly asked her friend outright if she was actually seeing Anthony.

“Kate, please for the love of god date him all you want, or at least fuck him all you want. Whatever puts a stop to you two constantly arguing with each other, please!” Sophie begged of her.

That week the show was thrown into chaos when a stomach bug took down several contestants and professional dancers, Thom and Sophie included. It meant a reshuffle of partnerships for the one week which is how Kate and Anthony found themselves paired up for the samba. Neither had spoken to the other since their hook-up and while Anthony wanted to talk about it, Kate wanted to focus on the dance and avoided the subject altogether.

Meanwhile as she recovered from her illness, Sophie was pleasantly surprised with an unexpected delivery of flowers. She of course thought it sweet that someone had sent them to her as a get well soon gift, but she nearly dropped them when she saw they were from Benedict. She had never met the man and yet here he was being so thoughtful and generous to wish her well. Sophie knew she had to grab this bull by the horns and later that evening after Benedict’s latest performance he returned to his dressing room to find a bouquet of flowers from the woman his brother was dating. He felt giddy as he read her handwriting, telling him to break a leg, and his heart felt so light at the sweetly returned gesture from her - until he reminded himself that she was his brother’s girlfriend. That was a line he would never cross even if he thought that there was a possibility that Sophie might just be the woman he could see himself marrying one day.

In spite of the tension between them, the inherent passion between Kate and Anthony worked massively in their favour the following Saturday and as a result they scored a perfect 40 for their samba. In that moment Anthony felt like kissing Kate from the euphoric high of such a score - but for god’s sake they were live on air, he had to control himself, not to mention that Kate was barely talking to him even when they weren’t on camera. Backstage after the show he finally caught a moment alone with Kate and got the chance to bring up what happened between them the week prior only for Kate to wave it off.

“We had fun. It was a good time. We can just leave it there.”

She may as well have kicked him in the crotch while she was at it. He couldn’t understand how she didn’t feel the palpable tension between them still, how she seemed so removed from what they shared and how it had felt, like it was meaningless. He wanted to argue, to fight for whatever it was they had, but in the end he thought it best to not push it. If Kate didn’t want him then she didn’t want him and he was powerless to change her mind on that.

But little did he know that Kate did in fact feel just as strongly for him - she just wasn’t ready to put her feelings out there, to make herself feel vulnerable, to let herself be used by Anthony until he got bored and left. She had never felt like this about anyone before, had never felt such passion and desire for another human being; but irregardless, she had to keep Anthony at arm’s length. It was for the best.

With Sophie and Thom recovered, the partnerships continued with both Anthony and Kate trying to forget about the other by putting all their energy into the next week’s dance. Benedict’s play had wrapped up after it’s ten week run and so he popped in while Anthony and Sophie were rehearsing for a VT to offer his brother some advice ahead of Musicals Week, seeing as Benedict had once played the character Anthony was taking the role of for the dance. He hugged Anthony first when he entered the room and then he came face to face with Sophie for the first time - it would be a moment Benedict would look back on the rest of his life. She was somehow even more beautiful in person and the way she smiled at him... he had never experienced the fluttering in his heart that he was feeling. They politely shook hands in greeting even though Benedict could have easily swept her up into a kiss, hoping she would want him as much as he wanted her, and they would melt into each other’s arms before Anthony and the camera crew took the hint and left them to it - but once again, he had to remember that it didn’t matter if that wasn’t the proper way to behave in public with someone you’d only just met; she was dating Anthony. It wasn’t meant to be even if his heart felt so very differently.

After his visit Anthony walked him back out and once they were out of hearing distance, his brother whacked him on the back.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“You idiot, why didn’t you tell me you liked her?”

Benedict stilled as he stared back at Anthony at a complete loss of words. He couldn’t believe just how obvious it was that he clearly liked Sophie for his brother to notice and feel the need to remark on it.

“I uh... I... what?” he tried playing dumb.

“You like Sophie.” Anthony stated.

Benedict’s mouth opened and closed before he sagged in defeat. “Okay, yeah. I do. I do like her.”

“Well why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d want to hear me saying that I can see myself marrying your girlfriend one day!”

“Girlfriend?!”

It was then that Benedict realised that instead of believing everything he read in the papers about his brother, that he could instead, you know, ask himself for clarification.

“So... so you two... you’re not actually together?”

“Of course not! She’s just my dance partner! And besides I’m in love with Kate-”

“Wait, what?!”

“Oh. Uh...” Anthony had not meant to let that one slip. In fact he didn’t know he felt so deeply for Kate until the words had left his mouth.

“You’re in love-”

“We’re not talking about me right now, okay? We can circle back to that another time - Sophie is single, Ben.”

“And... do you... do you think... she would be interested-”

“I think she would be if you were single.”

“... Which I am.”

“You are?”

“Yes?”

“I thought you were with Tessa?”

“... Yeah, eighteen months ago now, Ant.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“... You think we should maybe learn to communicate with each other better?”

“Obviously.”

As soon as Anthony returned to rehearse with Sophie, he gave her Benedict’s phone number, saying that he thought they’d make a great couple, leaving Sophie so thrilled she was rendered speechless.

She and Benedict began texting all the time, doing video calls and talking non-stop. At Musicals Week Benedict finally got the chance to sit in the audience and experience Sophie’s mesmerizing dancing ability with his own eyes, feeling as though he could watch her dance forever with how perfectly she moved with the music. He brought her flowers after the show and the following day they went on their first date as they went for a brisk December walk around Hampstead Heath. Neither one had felt so at ease with another before and Sophie even found herself admitting she was a fangirl of his. She was momentarily mortified at letting that slip, terrified he would get freaked out, cut the date short, and never want to hear from her again. But on the contrary, Benedict loved that she was already a fan of his, considering he was certain he was her biggest fan (and would happily fight anyone who challenged him).

While they still talked all round the clock they didn’t have a chance to meet for another date, what with preparation for the semi-finals and then the finals the following week, which Anthony and Sophie, and Kate and Thom sailed through to. In the dressing room ahead of the final Sophie and Kate were getting made up for their respective first dances of the night as the former told the latter all about Benedict. Kate was over the moon that her best friend was so ecstatically happy and just from listening to her, Kate was sure Sophie had found the one.

“I’d recommend it, you know.” Sophie raised a brow at Kate.

“Recommend what?” Kate frowned.

“Dating a Bridgerton man.” Sophie smiled simply. “They are very lovable. And sweet. And very easy on the eye.”

“I don’t want to get hurt.” Kate said quietly so only Sophie could hear.

“He wouldn’t hurt you.” Sophie assured her. “He’d never dream of it.”

“But... but...”

“But what?”

“... What if he still thinks I’m cringe?”

“Oh, but my dear Kate; what if he thinks you’re hella dope?”

“Sophie.” she rolled her eyes.

“No but come on, Kate. Anyone with eyes can see just how much he likes you. You should see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Before they made their grand entrances Anthony wished Kate the best of luck and she squeezed his hand back, a gentle smile on her lips as she took in the joy on his handsome face from the interaction.

“You’ve got this.”

“That’s no fighting talk, Kate.” he noted. “What happened to wiping your arse using my white flag of surrender?”

Kate grinned broadly. “That was one of my best lines.”

“It’s certainly my favourite line of yours.” he laughed.

Kate did humour him with some playful fighting talk but there wasn’t as much heat behind the words. He had been the bookie’s favourite pretty much from the beginning and there was no denying the show-stopping performances he did with Sophie made them the worthy winners that they became.

Later that night at the wrap party everyone celebrated and while Anthony was the man of the hour, all he wanted was to do was dance with Kate, the pair of them dancing freely without any choreographed technical steps. When they finally broke free outside for a breath of fresh air, they found Benedict and Sophie cuddled together waiting for a taxi, Benedict’s jacket wrapped around Sophie as they traded kisses.

When the taxi pulled up Anthony wished them a good night, knowing they probably wouldn’t resurface from Benedict’s flat until Christmas (plus he had the misfortune of being present when Benedict came to congratulate them after their win and Sophie kissed her boyfriend before saying the only way the night could get better is if he provided her with an mind-blowing orgasm). Before he whisked his beau away, Benedict pointed out the mistletoe hung up above Kate and Anthony and left them to it as he closed the taxi door.

Kate didn’t hesitate to pull him in for a kiss and after he wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest, she couldn’t help but confess that she was in love with him. To her amazement he returned the sentiment, kissing her sweetly, before taking a leaf out of Benedict and Sophie’s book, hailing down a taxi and leaving the party early to spend the night back at his flat (and hopefully not resurface until Christmas).

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