#like for example i'll look at a picture of two guys kissing or holding hands and i just get so happy for them that they get to be happy and

[lyxchen]

Sometimes I think about queer love and get overwhelmed with all the joy and happieness I'm feeling and it's one of the best feelings I have ever felt <3

#like for example i'll look at a picture of two guys kissing or holding hands and i just get so happy for them that they get to be happy and #in love!! #or i see a video of a trans person talking about their gender and am so happy for them because they get to be themself in whatever way they #want!! #idk #i love queerness #any kind of queerness makes me so happy for every queer person being able to live in that queerness #no matter how hidden or open <3 #queer #lea's random thoughts

[issuesdolly]

Jonathan Davis DIRTY Camping trip with You

#jonathandavis  #jonathan davis #korn #jon davis #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #edging #degredationkink #degredation #jondavis #degredationkink #exhibition #publicsex #exhibitionkink #edging #edginganddenial

Warning 18+ sex, exhibition, edging and denial... but also romantic lol

Summary: You are Jonathan's girlfriend and the two of you hop in his deluxe RV on his days off to go out into nature together, which you both love. You plan on having lots of romantic time and sex but things keep interrupting. You decide to get a bit of revenge and tease, edge, frustrate Jonathan after he sexually frustrated you. It winds up being a very hot trip.

*Side note, I have a TikTok where I make a lot of Jonathan Davis thirst traps/edits, if y'all are interested. (Apologies if that isn't allowed, new to Tumblr, I'll remove my links if that's not permitted). Example vid:

My TikTok:

Story:

You and Jonathan had been taking turns at the wheel all day. There were many cans of Monster energy on the RV dashboard. He'd promised you just you and him out in nature in your RV. The two of you love getting away into the country and rotate camping in a tent with time in the RV and sightseeing. Although one of the biggest getaway highlights is the amazing sex the two of you like to have in nature with no one looking. Both of you get off on public sex but it's definitely not a risk he can take anywhere except somewhere very remote. Your pussy has been wet all day thinking of all the hot sex you can do in various places, whether it's the comfort of the RV with a beautiful view, in the deluxe tent, or somewhere random out in nature like two animals. You love when he gets playful and chases you down in the woods, pinning you against a tree or taking you in some gorgeous location. You love how loud the two of you can be and it's the only sound around. You've been picturing it all day.

However, for Jonathan, the day has been long as hell. He just got off touring and he's only managed to sleep a few hours in the last couple of days and now you and he have been driving to the campsite all day and didn't arrive until long after dark. Jon is beat. When the two of you arrive, you eat a quick dinner in the RV and Jonathan takes off his shirt and pants and crawls into bed in just his boxers. You love watching him undress. No matter how often you see it, it never gets old. You put your nightgown on but decide to take your panties off as a suggestion as you crawl into bed with him. He's rubbing his eyes and making sleepy, groaning noises. You crawl on top of him and straddle his lap as you pull the covers over the two of you and start gently kissing his forehead, cheeks and lips tenderly.

"Oh baby, I'm so happy to finally just be with you. You feel so good," Jonathan said.

The two of you start slowly, tenderly making out in bed. YOu start slow, knowing he's very tired and if you guys have sex, you'll definitely need to do more of the work. You start slowly grinding your crotch into his lap with your legs spread across it while hunched down giving him kisses. He puts his big hands on your thighs and holds them while kissing you and sleepily moaning in pleasure. Through his boxers, he realizes you aren't wearing panties as he can already feel the front of his boxers getting wet from the liquid coming out of you in anticipation of fucking him. His cock starts instinctively firming up. He's wearing boxers with a little flap so you reach your small hand in and start rubbing and teasing his cock with just a few fingers inside his boxers. He kisses you harder and begins moaning. His cock isn't getting very hard though. He reluctantly stops you by gently taking your hand and stopping you from touching his dick.

"Baby. I'm really sorry....REALLY sorry, but I have basically not slept in weeks... like not more than a few hours here and there. My head is killing me, I'm like... feeling half dead right now" Jonathan says apologetically.

You reluctantly stop and remove  your hand. "Are you sure? Seems like.... some of you wants it? I can just make it quick.... I'd love to just sit on top," you suggest, half begging at this point.

"My cock ALWAYS wants you. Fuck. I could be on my deathbed and still get hard for you sweetheart. But I really don't feel good right now honestly. I'm so sorry, " he said slowly planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead. "If I get any rest, I guarantee I'll want to tomorrow. I swear," Jonathan continued.

Disappointed, you hopped off of him and curled up next to him. You loved him. You understood it was bad timing. Your pussy was soaked and you were frustrated though. He was asleep in minutes, lightly snoring while his arms were wrapped around your waist, spooning you. You thought of bringing yourself off but you were actually really annoyed and didn't feel like trying to have an orgasm now either. You quickly realized how tired you were also and managed to fall asleep.

The first thing you felt when you woke up was a hand between your legs, sliding up your thighs and slowly rubbing your naked pussy, since you'd gone to sleep without panties on. You opened your eyes to see Jon in bed next to you very close, waiting for your eyes to open. This was the best wake up call ever. "Fuck... good morning to you too!" you said playfully. The two of you began tenderly kissing as he rubbed his thumb against your clit.

"I got some rest baby, and I woke up so hard for you," Jonathan said in a soothing, whisper voice. Your pussy quivered in anticipation. Morning sex with him was always amazing. He'd wake with morning wood and he would share his rock hard dick with you slowly and awesomely as the two of you had sleepy sex and let the adrenaline gradually wake you up together. He wasted no time taking his boxers off, revealing his very hard dick and hopping on top of you. You spread your legs wide for him and invited him in. He put his hand on his dick and aimed it at your pussy, slowly sliding it in while crawling on top of you. You shut your eyes in immense pleasure and moaned as he started missionary fucking you and tenderly resting his arms above you, one placed behind your neck, holding you in place and squishing you against the mattress and pillows. You wrapped your legs around his back as he started taking slow, deep pumps inside you.

Your pussy was getting wet SO fast. The two of you began moaning together, more and more loudly. It had been several days since you had cum with him and you knew this was going to feel so good. His cock was already twitching but you knew he would pace himself and make it last. Make you feel really good. Your legs fell turther apart as he kept satisfying you with his dick. He began licking and love biting your ears and necks while making more aggressive, longer pumps into you. You moaned louder as he started pumping deeper and deeper, rotating pumping with just pressing his cock deep inside you and holding it there. He loved to tease you like that. Stop pumping for a second and just push his dick in deep and let your pussy squeeze and throb around it, begging for more. Your pussy was soaked by now and you squeezed your muscles around his hard dick while he was deep in you. "AHHHHHH,..... mmmmmfffff.... baby. You're so fucking tight. GOD. I want you to cum first but you're gonna make me fucking lose it," Jonathan whispered in a whiny tone.  He started pumping faster.

Just then his damn cell phone rang. It was right next to the two of you in bed. You bucked your hips against him as your way of saying "DON'T TAKE THE DAMN CALL." Jonathan did look at the caller ID though... and immediately made a sour face. "FUCK. It's my management team......" You were immediately livid. "DON'T TAKE IT! Call them fucking back!" you said while pulling his neck and trying to get his attention. "Ummm.... I think I know what this is about" Jonathan said, wincing and shaking his head. Jonathan reluctantly pulled out of you, leaving you hanging and begging. He answered the called.

"Hello?" Jonathan said shyly with his voice breaking.

You immediately heard yelling on the other end.

"I..... I know.. I mean.... I know now... I'm really sorry. I fucking forgot... I---"

You could hear the caller cutting him off and giving him instructions.

"Ok.... fuck! Ok fine. But.... nothing else for the rest of the day you fucking swear?" Jonathan growled.

"Ok... fair enough. Fuck!" he said while hanging up.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" you said.

Jonathan looked at you with a heartbroken expression. "I fucking forgot I had one phone interviewed scheduled this morning. The media station is gonna call me for a phone interview in like... 15 minutes, I have to do this press thing. It's a contract obligation. I'm so so fucking sorry" Jonathan said in an extremely apologetic voice.

"I can't believe this," you said, throwing  yourself back in bed feeling resigned. Jonathan caught his breath and put clothes on reluctantly.

"I promise you. Last thing. Then we have the rest of the day to ourselves. I can't apologize enough sweetheart.I hate it just as much as you do,"

You sat in bed, brooding while Jonathan did the phone interview. He fidgeted and played with his hair and rocked. No matter how much press he does, he still fights social awkwardness and hates it. He got off the phone and slumped back down into bed next to you.

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "I'm so fucking sorry hun." You didn't want to dwell on it. You just wanted to hold him. The two of you faced each other and embraced in bed. You went to start making out with him in hopes to pick up where you left off. Jonathan reluctantly stopped you.

"I've got to be honest.... that pissed me off a lot.. that management shit. And that interview. They touched on subjects I'd already fucking told my manager to make sure they don't ask. I'm so angry right now.... I--- I don't think I can do this right now...." Jonathan said in a very upset tone.

You were  so frustrated by now. You knew he loved you. Sadly this type of stuff happens too often. All your romantic and sexual moments can be interrupted and Jonathan is an emotional guy. If something bothers him, he can't give you all of him. And he doesn't like to make love to you unless he can give you all of him without his headspace being fucked up at the time.

However, your pussy was extremely needy and infuriated by now. Jonathan climbed out of bed and looked out the RV window.

"Looks like rain coming pretty soon," he said. "I wanna go for a walk and clear my head..... then maybe we can pick up where we left off," he said. The two of you awkwardly ate some breakfast and he got dressed in his warmer clothes. You had a devilish idea though. You were going to get him back. You knew it wasn't his fault... but at this point, you wanted to show him how it feels to get extremely turned on. He made your clit hard and left you hanging twice now. You are gonna make his dick hard and leave him begging.

While he wasn't looking you got dressed but no panties. Just leggings. Flimsy leggings. And your regular sweater and coat. The two of you stepped out of the RV together holding hands and starting on your walk. Jonathan was still apologizing and telling you sweet and loving things. He really hates his career and times and was trying to say he understands how upsetting it might be for you.

You were just quiet and nodding and reassuring him. But you still had your plan. The two of you stepped onto a footbridge trail that led to a remote gazebo that served as a bird watching camp/shelter out in the nature preserve the two of you parked in. Luckily no one else was parked in the RV lot and you didn't hear a single sound except birds and distant thunder. The two of you get to a railing and look over to see the view.

Jonathan was relaxing his mind and had his arms wrapped around you from behind. You savored the moment with him.... then slowly started pressing your ass more firmly up against his front as he stood behind you. "Ohhhh.... so ... I guess you're not mad at me anymore?" Jonathan said in a naughty, low tone. You didn't reply. His hands slid down your waist and slowly cradled your stomach, first above your sweater, then underneath it. You let out soft, teasing moans and then pressed your ass harder against his crotch. Jonathan moaned a bit in response, realizing how turned on he still was from this morning since he never got to cure his morning wood with you.

Jon slid his hands under your shirt and slowly caressed your tummy with his warm hands, which felt great given the cold day. You let all his body warmth warm you up. His hands went higher under your sweater as he started pressing you against the railing from behind, pressing his crotch harder against your ass. "Mmmmmm..... fuck..... are you saying we should get back to the RV and pick up where we left off or--?" Jon said, somewhat confused.

"Why don't you feel up my lower body, Jon?" you suggested in a devilish voice. Jonathan groaned and moved his hands off of your breasts, which he had been massaging under your shirt. He slid his hands down to your waist and then to the front of both of your thighs. You leaned back and moaned the sexiest moans you could to turn him on while lulling the back of your head against his chest as he stood behind you. His big, warm hands inched up your hips and towards your pussy, He pressed his fingers against your pussy through your thin, flimsy leggings. You moaned louder while nodding your head.

"Wait.... w---what are? Are you.... even wearing panties?" Jonathan said in a giddy tone with a silly laugh.

"Why don't you check?" you suggested in a quiet voice.

"Jonathan reached on hand behind you and slid a hand into your waistband, pulling your leggings back to reveal just your bare ass underneath.

"FUCK! Look at you......mmmmfff," Jon said, his voice shaking with arousal.

You pressed your ass hard against his crotch again as your leggings were still slid half off, letting half of your ass out of your pants and pressing hard against Jon's crotch. You reached behind you and grabbed his hips from behind, pulling it hard against your ass. He briefly lost his balance and pushed you further into the railing, his cock quickly firming back up.

The two of you had a sloppy, off balance moment where you both felt each other up and he reached his hand into your leggings and started caressing your ass and then your pussy before sliding a finger into it and finding it wet and ready for him.

"You dirty girl," Jonathan said in a naughty, scolding voice. "So.... you wanted me to fuck you out here hm?"

You didn't reply. You just grabbed the hand he had on your pussy and pushed his finger further in as he added a second and pushed it deeper into your pussy.

"Hmmmm??? mmmm" Jon groaned in frustration waiting for your answer. "Well???? " Jon said breathing hard. "Did you???? Did you plan this? You want me to fuck you right here? Cuz I will" Jonathan said in a deeper voice.

"Hmmmm, maybe," you said in a naughty, teasing tone.

Jonathan was getting so turned on at the thought of fucking you against this railing. It would be easy. He would just need to undo his zip, take his cock out, push it into your pussy from behind and cum." His dick was now extremely hard. He began to pull down your leggings.

"My naughty girl," Jonathan said in sexy, low voice. "You better hold on to this railing tight, you're gonna need it" Jon said in a dominating tone as he grabbed your hips and humped against you teasingly. Suddenly you decided you were gonna make him work for it. You slowly turned to face him. He was unbuckling his belt and undoing his zip and breathing hard and you could see the outline of his hard cock through his cargo pants.

"I don't know Jon.... you made me wait twice.... and I'm kinda cold. Kinda uncomfortable. Maybe we should just keep walking until we find  a better place for it," you said in a naughty, teasing voice. Jon was breathless, staring up from his belt. "Seriously?" he said. "YEAH. Right here looks.. hmm.. a bit uncomfortable," you said (lying).

Jonathan moaned and whimpered in frustration. "FUCK baby.... but I'm so hard. How am I even gonna walk now?" he whined. "Hmmm just try your best. I think there's that gazebo up ahead," you said nonchalantly.

Some raindrops were starting to come down. "Maybe we should just rush back to the RV. I ---- I don't give a fuck about the walk anymore," Jonathan said in a pleeding tone. "NO! I'd like to see this gazebo," you said in a controlling tone. Jonathan groaned and followed you as your pace quickened and you felt him trailing behind you, knowing his dick was still hard, desperate to fuck you now.

You get to the gazebo and the rain has begun. It's quite bad. Within a few minutes it went from little raindrops to pouring rain and the two of you had already gotten a bit wet by the time you reached the shelter of the gazebo.

Jonathan looked at you shaking his head. "Well.... this sucks" Jon said. "If we went back to the RV, we would be warm and dry and I'd be inside you," Jon said while laughing in a mix of horniness and frustration.

"Guess we'll have to just wait out the rain for a little bit," you said. There was a bench and several window ledges inside the gazebo. Jon sat down on the bench with a resigned sigh and groan as he adjusted his dick through his cargos. You could see the outline and he was still hard. His legs were spread and he placed his hands on his forehead and threw his head back looking frustrated.

"I'm cold," you said. "Lets warm up together." You sat next to him on the benched and he sighed while putting his arm around you and holding you close to him. He was frustrated but still so flustered, it didn't take long before the two of you were cuddling and making out again, warming up and hearing the sound of the rain on the roof. You straddled his lap again and he needily reached his hands back under your sweater and up to your breasts. You pushed your tongue further into his mouth. You felt his cock firm up even more, pressing against his pants.

"God damnit" Jonathan complained. "I JUST WANT TO FUCK YOU!" he continued. "I know baby... I've wanted to fuck you too. All day yesterday. All day today," you cooed. Wordlessly you undid his zip, pulled his cock out of his boxers, and without warning, knelt down in front of him while he sat on the bench. You held his knees and locked eyes with him as you lowered your mouth onto his cock, first licking and caressing the tip, then pushing your mouth down against it.

"AHHHHHHhhh! AH FUCK!!! So--s-soooo fucking good!" Jon whined as he threw his head back. "Mmmmmffff.... baby. YES. I need it. Y---y.... please don't stop..... aggghhhhhh" he continued as he placed a hand on your head and started stroking your hair while watching you suck his needy cock. You kept at it for several minutes, listening to the pitch of his moans get higher and higher and increasingly desperate.

Then again, without warning, you stopped. You took your mouth away and left him hazy and confused, bucking the air. "Wh--what are you doing?" Jon said, truly confused by now. "Hmmm.. I don't know... what am I doing?" you said in a devilish tone. Jonathan begged, "just.... just sit back down on my dick. PLEASE. Sit on my lap. I need to cum so bad right now!" He went to grab your waist and pull your leggings down. You stopped him and took slow steps away.

"I don't know Jon... do you deserve to cum right now? I wanted to cum so bad earlier..... and I couldn't," you said, letting your eyes bore into his. Jon's demeanor changed as he sat on the bench, legs splayed, his hard cock still out of his pants. His gaze went from confused to knowing and his eyes darkened with realization and a bit of anger. "Ohhhhh..... so THAT'S what this is about," Jon said in an equally devlish tone. "I made you wait.... now you're gonna make me wait... hmm???"

You said nothing. Just smiled a really dirty smile and took more steps back. You leaned yourself against a ledge within the gazebo. Jon slowly stood up from the bench with his eyes locked on you, boring into you while smiling a very dark naughty smile and looking increasingly knowing now. He nodded his head slowly while smiling at you....."Well... I've got news for you. I'm not letting you leave this gazebo until I fucked you. Nice and hard. Just like you deserve for this...." Jon said. You smiled a dark smile back at him.

Without warning, Jon took rapid steps towards you and pushed you hard against the gazebo ledge. He opened your legs as he sat you on the ledge and pushed his face between your legs. He pulled the fabric of your flimsy leggings away from your crotch and bit into the fabric. It easily tore. You gasped. He pushed a finger into the hole in the fabric and while locking eyes with you and giving you a dark smirk, ripped it open at the crotch. Your pussy was now exposed through your leggings.

He leaned back up and grabbed your thighs nice and firm with both hands. His cock, which was still out of his pants, was now pressed right against your exposed pussy where Jon had ripped the fabric.

"Mmmmm? You want it? HMMMM? Speak up!" Jon said.

All you could do was moan. You LOVED it when Jon gets this aggressive. 

Jon rammed his cock into you and you both let out huge, loud moans that echoed in the gazebo over the rain. Jon pounded into you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and dug your nails into his jacket as he fucked you nice and hard.

"Mmmmm .. GAHHH.. You... h-happy now?" Jon growled at you. All you could do was yelp and moan and love it. He took long, hard pumps deep into you while firmly gripping your hips. You leaned against him and bit is neck. "AHHHHhhhffuuuu.. You ---f---really wanna be punished!" Jon said, slamming even harder into you and throwing a hand up against the gazebo wall for balance. He bit your neck back... nice and firm. You moaned and yelped and your clit throbbed at the mix of feeling him finally taking you the way you wanted and knowing you were finally both going to cum. He pulled your shirt up and licked and bit your nipple as you continued to moan and get fucked hard. You clenched your pussy muscles around him and he let out a more feminine moan. He was seriously desperate to cum by now and you felt your orgasm coming fast too.

You both started scream-moaning and totally losing control, becoming animals as he pumped hard into you while squeezing and pinching your nipples. You bucked against him and could hear him slapping against you with each pound as they got faster.

"Mmmmm ! Fuuuu....naughty fuckin---- I'm gonna fuckin fill you so-s,..." Jon was losing control now. You tightened your pussy around in as your clit starts throbbing. You couldn't even handle it anymore.... he felt so good and you loved watching him totally lose control when he was trying to be dominating. Your orgasm hit you fast, you had wanted and needed it so bad for so long. Your pussy clenched around him and your pussy throbbed with a delicious release. "Auhhgggh! MMFFF!!" Jon growled as he felt you cum. His throbbing cock shoved hard into you one more time and he froze as he held onto you as tightly as he could, releasing his cum deep inside you. You felt it up in your cervix. He definitely fucked you really hard. You had made him so frustrated. You knew you were going to be a bit sore for the rest of the day but it was WELL worth it. Jon continued to moan and yell as he came for you, pumping spurts inside you while letting out growls as his frustration melted away into profound relief.

Jon kept growling as he slowly released his grip on you and lost his breath, whimpering against your shoulder. The two of you really love each other... you don't "hatefuck" but you will definitely "punish" each other from time to time. You LOVE when he "punishes" you for various reasons. This was definitely one of those times.

Jonathan gently and slowly pulls his cock out of you, seeping cum down your legs and onto your leggings.

"God I came so fucking hard," Jon groaned. He looked at the damage he did do your flushed pussy and ripped leggings. He knelt down slowly and gave your pussy some gentle licks and kisses while moaning into it as you held his sweaty hair. He raised up and looked at your neck which had a pretty visible bite mark too.

"mmmmm.... baby....I-- I'm sorry... " Jon said.... "you make me CRAZY!"

"Don't be sorry," you said. "I wanted it. I wanted to get fucked SO BAD. That's why I did it" you said. Jon smiled with tired relief, happy to hear that he did exactly what you wanted him to do.

"I'm fuckin sorry" Jon said catching his breath.... "About making you wait I mean..... Sorry stuff kept holding me back from just being with you" Jonathan said apologetically.

"It's ok now," you said in a naughty tone looking down as his cum seeped out of you and the crotch hole in your leggings.

"PFFTTT.... damn!" Jon said while laughing and realizing what he'd done. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around your waist so you wouldn't have to walk back to the RV uncovered like that. He slowly put his cock away and did his belt and gave you tender kisses while picking you up and pulling you off the ledge and into his arms.

The rain was slowing now. The two of you embraced while feeling physically weak.

"I gotta say.... I LOVED fucking you like that.... jeez. I feel like I could already cum again, you turn me on so much when you let me get sick like that...... I needed that so bad. You really know how to tease me till my head explodes, literally" Jon said while laughing.

"Mmmmm.... well I'm a little sore now" you admitted.... "but I think I might still need you too" you admitted.

Jon's hands were shaking. "I love you baby. I promise. No more interruptions this weekend. Let's get back and warm up. Then see what happens hmm?" he said in a naughty tone. Sounds good. Your legs were shaking hard. Jon supported you in his arms and half carried you back to the RV. He REALLY had fucked you nice and hard. But you were sure the weekend had more delight in store. 

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[bettsfic]

Betts,

Would you be comfortable in showing us what your messy first drafts look like? Not for a whole story but maybe an excerpt and noting how it changed in revisions. I’ve been looking for first drafts by writers and either found they look almost identical to finish printed version or I can’t find them at all.

i can show you what a messy first draft looks like but i don't think it'll be very illuminating. for me, the down draft is mostly about developmental work. i'll write ten scenes and the final draft will be chunks from six of them. so on a small scale it looks like i don't do much editing, but big picture i write over twice as much as i end up keeping, and what i keep has usually been completely rewritten. so if i do a side by side comparison of a scene, what you're not seeing is the stuff that didn't make the cut, or all the ways i wrote in the wrong direction for a long time, or the hours of research i had to do for a single detail (an example of which you'll see below).

i wrote an issue of my newsletter about my drafting process, so that might be more helpful. i also answered an ask recently about ways to develop a scene if you're stuck.

unfortunately i don't have the brainwidth to do all the research here, but the new yorker published an early draft of raymond carver's "what we talk about when we talk about love" which as originally called "beginners," and somewhere there's a detailed comparison of the two and the changes his editor, gordon lish, made.

but! you asked to see a draft comparison. so here's a draft comparison.

so this got a little crazy and i ended up making a gdoc for scene 2 so you could see them together. see link at the bottom. conclusion: comparing drafts is very hard and i don't think this probably helps at all but i tried.

"final" draft

these are the first two scenes of a short story i wrote called The Group W Bench. we begin in 1970 and then move into present day-ish. i've bolded the small things that were actually big things, and i'll explain why they were big things at the end.

"final" is in quotes because there is a different final draft of this story that goes in a completely different book.

scene 1: past

They didn’t hand out 4-Fs in St. Louis. Supposedly it was the worst draft office in the country. I didn’t know anyone who’d gotten out of it, but in my hometown they didn’t seem to want to. Most everyone was proud and eager to get shipped off.

My number was 66 and it’d been pulled just after I turned nineteen. On the bus to the induction center, I tried to come up with a plan. My only options seemed to be mutilating myself or flat-out running. I was too much of a coward for the former and I couldn’t wrap my head around the latter. There were only a dozen of us on the bus and I had my whole seat to myself. Out the window, cornfields blurred past; it was August and the stalks were head-high. I tried to imagine myself out in the jungle holding an M16, but I couldn’t. I’d graduated high school with a C-average, only kissed one girl one time, was raised by parents who’d had no parents of their own. My mother grew up in an orphanage. My father rode the rails. They fucked up my brother Tommy, did a little better with Wyatt, but by the time I came along, they’d given up. Sometimes I felt feral, raised by wolves.

Across the aisle, a guy was playing the harmonica. He had shaggy black hair and stubble around his jaw, big nose bent at the bridge. He caught me staring at him and I looked away quickly. He crossed the aisle and sat beside me. 

“You look like you don’t want to be here,” he said.

He didn’t sound like he was from Missouri. He sounded like an actor on TV, all hard Rs and round vowels. I didn’t respond to him. For all I knew he was a plant, some kind of spy trained to sniff out potential defectors.

He ran his thumb over the shiny surface of the harmonica. The movement reflected the sun into my eyes. “Buddy of mine got his arm blown off.”

“My brother died,” I told him. I’d been the one to answer the door that day. I was only sixteen and the boy who delivered the telegram couldn’t have been much older. He handed it over, touched the brim of his hat, and said, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

There were no remains. Nothing to bury. Just a bit of yellow cardstock telling me Tommy was dead.

“Sorry to hear that, man.” He held out his hand. “Jack Ward.”

I shook it. “Birdie Mills.”

Jack smiled, a deep dimple carved into each cheek. “Hell of a name, Birdie Mills. Where you from?”

“Here. Couple hours north.”

“California. Riverside.”

“What’re you doing here?”

“Just got out of film school. Can’t get student deferment anymore. So I started bouncing around, you know, changing my address. They finally pinned me down.”

I hadn’t thought of that, transferring draft centers, delaying as long as possible hoping the war would finally end. It was a relief to meet someone as reluctant to go as I was. I felt crazy sometimes, surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to die for their country. I couldn’t imagine loving anything so much I’d be willing to give my life for it.

“You have a plan?” I asked.

“Nope.” We turned into the induction center lot. “I’m gonna wing it.”

early draft

according to my document, i wrote this on november 8, 2022, so almost exactly a year ago. at that time, this was one chapter of a novel that had alternating POVs in third person. i had about 90k of this novel written. which turned into a short story. which turned into a different novel.

scene 1

Birdie’s number was 257 and it was pulled shortly after he turned nineteen. His draft office was in St. Louis, notoriously one of the worst in the country. There were no 4-Fs in St. Louis. He didn’t know a single man who’d gotten out of it, but then again, they didn’t want to. Most everyone in his town was eager and proud to get shipped off. 

On the bus to the induction center, he tried to come up with a plan, but nothing came to him. Out the window, cornfields blurred past; it was August and the stalks were head-high. He tried to imagine himself out in the jungle holding an M16, but he was just a coward from Missouri who graduated high school with a C-average, who had only kissed one girl one time, who was raised by parents who’d had no parents of their own. His mother grew up in an orphanage. His father rode the rails. They fucked up Tommy, did a little better with Wyatt, but by the time Birdie came along, they’d given up. Sometimes he felt feral, raised by wolves.

Across the aisle, a guy was playing the harmonica. Birdie couldn’t pull his eyes away from him. He had shaggy black hair and stubble around his jaw, big nose bent at the bridge. He caught Birdie staring at him and kept his gaze, some recognition in his eyes, and a moment later he was slotting the harmonica into his jacket pocket and coming to sit next to Birdie.

“You look like you don’t want to be here,” the guy said.

Birdie didn’t say anything. For all he knew, the man could be some kind of spy trying to sniff out defectors. 

“Buddy of mine got his arm shot off.”

“My brother died,” Birdie admitted.

“Sorry to hear that, man.” He held out his hand. “Jack Ward.”

Birdie shook it. “Birdie Mills.”

Jack smiled, a deep dimple carved into each cheek. “Quite a name, Birdie Mills. Where you from?”

“Here,” Birdie said. “Couple hours north.”

“California. Riverside,” Jack offered. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Just got out of film school. Can’t get student deferment anymore. So I started bouncing around, you know, changing my address. They finally pinned me down.”

Birdie hadn’t thought of that, transferring draft centers, delaying as long as possible hoping the war would finally end. It was a relief to meet someone as reluctant to go as he was. He felt crazy sometimes, surrounded by men who wanted nothing more than to die for their country. 

“You have a plan?” Birdie asked.

“Nope,” Jack said, pulling his harmonica back out. They were turning into the induction center lot. “I’m gonna wing it.”

changes and why i made them

lotto number 257 was pulled in 1970 but only numbers under 125 were drafted. it took an entire afternoon to figure out how the selective service lotto even worked.

turning this into a short story, the sentence "They didn’t hand out 4-Fs in St. Louis" was a stronger opening.

as a chapter in a book, at this point the reader is familiar with birdie and knows him only as a scoundrel-type character seen from the perspective of his son who despises him, and his daughter who reveres him. so in the old version, it was satisfying (or intended to be) to get to his POV and see him from his own perspective. as a short story, i tried to organize the opening in such a way that you get grounded pretty quickly and see birdie as a scared kid before you get to the scoundrel days (see below).

the brief "my brother died" flashback was the first part i wrote in his POV, and that was back when the structure of the narrative was a series of short, titled vignettes. so on one hand i was glad i got to keep it but sad i had to shoehorn it into a different scene instead of allowing it to open the piece.

the novel was written in third person but when i tackled it as a short story i decided to change it to first person because i like first person better, and birdie is a very fun narrator.

the "I couldn't imagine..." sentence was added in the short story version because in the present timeline, birdie's about to get shot to save his daughter while they're robbing a bank together. so in one sentence, i managed to condense an arc that before took a VERY long time to establish.

this got kind of out of hand. i tried to do the same thing with scene 2 but it was hard in the text window so i did it side by side in a google document. if you want, you can add comments asking why i did certain things and i'll answer you there. i'm sure i missed stuff.

sorry if this isn't helpful!

#writing advice #bk #rabbit's blood #revision

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Mileven Parallels (Part #2):

Here is part #2 of mileven being paralleld to unhealthy/not endgame ships/couples since i could only put 10 pictures in one post!

Parallel n.3

Mileven hasn't only been paralleld to unhealthy/not endgame ships/couples in the show, mileven has also been paralleld to unhealthy/not endgame ships/couples in other shows! Example: Harry Potter. I have actually heard that Stranger Things Season 4 Volume 1 had some inspiration from Harry Potter so this parallel is definitely done on purpose!

Just know that i've watched only 5-6 Harry Potter movies and that was like years ago so i am not sure from which Harry Potter movie this scene is! In Stranger Things Season 4 Episode 2 (Volume 1) at the airport El runs to Mike and hugs him tightly while swinging a bit while hugging (i'm not sure how to describe that kind of hugging but i think you get what i mean) and in Harry Potter Hermoine runs to Harry and hugs him tightly while swinging a bit while hugging. You can say that this isn't what you call an parallel but there is also an byler parallel in this scene which shows that these two scenes obviously are actual parallels!

Even though this post isn't really about byler i will still show that byler parallel just so you guys can see these two scenes are actual parallels and that i'm not being delusional. Right after this scene in Harry Potter, Hermoine walks to Ron and it becomes very awkward between them. Hermoine only almost touches Ron's shoulder and they don't fully hug and then they just stare at each other in an awkward way.

In Stranger Things Season 4 Episode 2 right after Mike and El had an hug, Mike walks to Will and it becomes awkward between them. Mike only touches Will's shoulder and they don't fully hug and then they just stare at each other in an awkward way. These two scenes sound similar hm?

See Mike as Hermoine, see El as Harry and see Will as Ron. Mike and Hermoine both even look down at Will/Ron and then up at their face, the same with Will/Ron. They both look down at Mike/Hermoine and then up. Pretty sure Hermoine and Harry (Harmony) isn't endgame while Hermoine and Ron (Romoine) is endgame so it's a bit weird to parallel Mike to Hermoine in this scene, Will to Ron and El to Harry since parallels are also pretty important in Stranger Things...

Parallel n.4

Mileven has also been paralleld to unheatly/not endgame ships/couples in books. The Rebel Robin book which is an official Stranger Things book. Even though it may not be canon it's stays official which is important. It's not fanmade. I didn't read the Rebel Robin book yet but i've heard alot of things about it so there might be some mistakes. Robin has an guy friend named Milton and some girl was shipping them ir something. Later Robin and Milton even had to roller skate/skate while holding hands...

Sounds familiar? In Stranger Things Season 4 Episode 2 Mike and roller skate at Rink-O-Mania while holding hands. Mike and El actually also weren't so happy as we saw in that scene but i'll make another post about that.

I got the first picture from @kaypeace21 since i do not have the Rebel Robin book myself and i have no idea how to read it online or what page it is!

If you've been watching the show you would know that Robin is an lesbian meaning she obviously does not like her guy friend Milton in an romantic way. It's not like they changed Robin's sexuality in the book because she even says she is an lesbian in the book and even these pages say that she doesn't like Milton in an romantic way.

Parallel n.5

Lastly, season 4 mileven has been paralleld to Vickie and her boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend). In season 4 episode 8 volume 2 Robin is at the war zone store and she sees Vickie but then her boyfriend runs to Vickie and kisses her which makes Robin jealous because she likes Vickie. While Vickie and her boyfriend kiss, Robin is between them, then Vickie turns her head to Robin and her smile fades.

In the exact same episode (season 4 episode 8) Mike runs to El and they do couple stuff like hugging each other and placing their foreheads against each other's forehead. While Mike and El place their foreheads against each other's forehead Will is between them, then Mike looks at Will and his smile fades. Both Mike and Vickie's (ex) boyfriend also run to El/Vickie which scares El/Vickie.

#byler proof #byler #byler tumblr #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #byler is endgame #byeler #stranger things theory #byler script

[vanillann]

aphrodite and her son cupid (spencer reid x f.reader)

thank you for the request!!

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“What do you mean you broke down?”

JJ ran around the corner from her office, her stride larger than normal as she stepped to the center of the bullpen.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”

JJ hung up the phone, a sigh falling past her lips as she tilted her head back to watch the ceiling closely.

“What’s wrong?”

Spencer and Emily had now walked up to standing on either side of the blonde, Emily placing a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder.

“Will was going to pick up Henry when his truck broke down, I would get him but I have so much paperwork that I have to have done by 6.”

“I’ll go get them.”

Spencer slowly raised his hand, almost like he was a shy kid in the back of the class.

“I don't want you-”

“I finished all my paperwork 1 hour and 6 minutes ago.”

JJ smiled, running back to her office quickly before returning with her keys held tightly in her hand.

“Thank you Spence”

Spencer smiled as he jogged out the glass doors of the BAU.

*

“Thank you for doing this again.”

A thick Southern accent filled the car as they pulled up to the last available parking spot at the school. Both adults stepped from the car, making sure to stand tall enough for Henry to spot them.

“I’m happy to help, plus it's part of my job as god-father.”

Will smiled, clapping a hand on Spencer's shoulder that caused him to fall forward slightly.

The sound of loud footsteps and yelling suddenly filled the field before them, kids running to their car or sitting in the grand waiting for their own.

Suddenly a small tuft of blonde hair emerged from the coward of kids, a woman holding his hand walking beside him.

The long skirt and multi-color headband reminded Spencer of a picture he had once seen of his mom from when she was a teen.

“Ms. (L/N),” Will pushed off the car and moved to the woman, giving her a bear hug.

“Will.”

Both pulled back from each other, Ms. (L/N) looking over Will shoulder to wave at Spencer.

“You must be Uncle Spencer.”

Spencer would never say it out loud, he was a humble guy, but he was proud that Henry's teacher knew who he was because that meant Henry talked about him a lot.

“Yes, I’m Doctor Spencer Reid.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), but try to use Ms. (L/N) around Henry. The entire first week of school he called me Agent (L/N).”

A giggle fell past Spencer's lips, causing him to look between the two with knowing eyes.

He might not be a profiler but he sure wasn't stupid.

“Sorry, he probably got a little too used to that.”

Henry stood beside Ms. (L/N) jumping off the balls of his feet.

“Uncle Spencer, did you know I have the highest reading level in class?”

There was that pride from earlier bubbling in his stomach, but it quickly left when he realized that Henry was still standing beside his teacher.

Henry always ran to Spencer to give him a hug.

“Uncle Spencer, today was national hug day.”

Will smirk to himself, he knew he raised his kid right.

“Really?”

Of course Spencer knew it was national hug day but he wasn't going to spoil the kids day.

“Ms. (L/N) said she was going to get as many hugs as possible, would you like to help her?”

“Henry,” Ms. (L/N) pulled on Henry slightly with a stern look.

God, it almost could beat Hotch.

“No it’s fine, I can never say no to him anyways.”

Without another word Henry was dragging Ms. (L/N) closer to Spencer, standing beside the two with eyes of awe.

Spencer looked back at Ms. (L/N), slowly raising his arm like he was about to waltz and arm stiff.

“You look scared, come here.”

Ms. (L/N) grabbed the arm of his blazer, slowly dragging him closer to her before he was closer enough to wrap her arms around his middle.

Spencer felt his body light on fire, the feeling of her fingers laid across his back had his mind racing at rapid speed.

Will stood against the car, the smirk gracing his lips as Spencer hand fell onto her shoulders softly.

Will squatted next to his son, holding his fist out.

Henry bumped his own fist against his dad’s, jumping up and down as he watched his Uncle Spencer smile.

Henry liked it when Uncle Spencer smiled because of something he did.

*

“I’m so sorry about today,” JJ sat next to Will on her brown leather couch, a glass of wine in her hand.

“Oh don't worry doll, it was good talking to Reid anyways.”

Will attempted to hide the smirk behind his beer bottle, looking at his wife with raised eyebrows.

“Spencer enjoyed meeting Ms. (L/N).”

JJ coughed the wine she was drinking back into her glass.

“No way, Ms. (L/N) doesn't seem like his type.”

Will shrugged, taking the last bit of beer and placing the drink on the coaster.

“He hugged her.”

JJ turned her head, watching her husband with wild eyes.

“He hugged her? Did he have a gun to his head!”

“Nope, your son was playing cupid.”

JJ smirk to herself this time, that sounded like Henry.

“Ms. (L/N) is way too adventurous for Spence, she jumped off a cliff once just so she could tell people she was the friend that jumps off the bridge.”

Will rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips as he watched the fireplace burn with passion.

“He could use the adventure in his life, the most excited thing that happens to that kid is getting PhDs and getting shot.”

JJ didn't mean to, she really didn't, but she snorted.

“That’s not funny.”

“Then why'd you laugh doll.”

*

JJ circled the corner from her office, walking into the bullpen with her nose in her phone.

“JJ!”

She looked up at the call of her name, the text from her mom would have to wait a minute.

“Spence?”

Spencer jogged from his desk, his long legs bringing him over to her quickly.

“I saw you had more files on your desk and I was wondering if you needed me to pick Henry up again. Sunday you mention Will works on Wednesday so,”

Spencer trailed off, suddenly breaking eye contact with JJ.

Oh my, he broke eye contact!

“Um- that's really sweet-”

“I'll leave now.”

Without another thought Spencer grabbed a set of keys from his desk, running out the glass doors of the bullpen.

JJ turned around, the shock written across her face as she watched Spencer back walk into the elevator.

“What’s going on?”

Emily's strong voice echoed beside JJ, the mug of coffee could be seen out the side of her eye.

“I think Spence has a crush on Henry teacher.”

*

“Afternoon Doc.”

(Y/N) leaned on the open window of Spencer beetle, a smile on her lips. Spencer heard the back door of his car open but didn't pay much mind to it.

“Ms. (L/N).”

“The past month you've been picking Henry up, did JJ and Will die?”

Spencer let out a giggle, now that had Henry falling into a fit in the backseat.

“No just Will has been having more work than normal and JJ is helping our tech analyst with finding cases.”

Ok so maybe at this very moment Will was definitely at home and JJ was laughing with Emily at her desk, but that definitely wasn't the point.

“Well I’m glad to see your back from the last case, Henry did not enjoy taking the bus Monday,” Ms. (L/N) tapped the side of the car and stood up to her full height.

“Ms. (L/N)!)

She slowly leaned back down, looking back at Henry who was jumping in their seat.

“For Parent Day, can I bring mommy friends!”

Shit, I’m one of mommy’s friends.

“If they can all make it there they are welcome, I’ll set them up a booth and every Henry.”

Henry was jumping up and down in his seat, a wicked smile across his face showing off his missing front tooth.

“Thank you Ms. (L/N), you're the best.”

She smiled and stood back up her full height, watching as Spencer quickly back out his parking spot and jumped on the bypass.

“Uncle Spencer, can I call mommy from your phone?”

“Of course Henry, look in the side pocket of my bag.”

Henry grabbed the bag that sat beside him, pulling out his godfather phone and finding his mom's contact.

He rang a few times before his mother's soft voice echoed through.

“Spence?”

“Hi mommy!”

He heard her laugh to herself, in the background sounded a lot like Aunt Emily, but there were much more important things right now.

“I did it mommy, I did!”

“That’s my boy.”

*

“Hotch, we need to be home this Friday.”

JJ stood in the middle of Hotch office, pleading eyes as she begged him to stay here and come to the school.

“I can't promise-”

“It’s just an hour or two, I really need this.”

Hotch looked up at the blonde through his eyelashes, looking at the stack of papers in front of him.

“I’ll see what I can do, but if it's serious we have to go.”

JJ smiled, blowing a kiss to Hotch as she left his office. Rossi stood outside the door, a smile large across his face.

“So-”

“Get ready for Operation Schoolyard.”

*

“Wow, do you have a gun?”

Hotch let a smile grace his lips, smiling at the kid who was asking Hotch a new question ever second.

“I do.”

“Come on guys, my family is over here.”

The team looked up to see little Henry dragging four kids over to the booth, pointing at the members of the team with a wiggling finger.

“Meet my mommy and my aunts and my uncles,” Henry said as he pulled on the skirt Ms. (L/N) wore.

“I know JJ and Doc-”

Doc?

So they had nicknames, this was more serious than they planned.

“- but it's wonderful to meet the rest of you.”

“You too, Pretty Boy here talks about you so much I knew we had to meet,” Morgan slapped a hand on Reid's shoulder, pushing him slightly from the spot he stood in.

“Awh, I’m honored to be a topic of conversation.”

JJ looked over her shoulder, Rossi giving a big thumbs up before looking at the kids.

“Wanna learn how to profile?”

Each kid nodded their head, Henry crossing his arm and looking up at his Uncle Rossi.

“I already know how Uncle Rossi.”

“I know kid, but we gotta teach your friends.”

Rossi turned back to the group of small children, each looking at each member with wide eyes.

“How about we use my friends Doctor Spencer Reid as an example.”

Spencer's eyes bugged out his head, turning to his co-worker with an expression of horror.

“Doctor Reid posture was the slightest bit hunched before Ms. (L/N) came over here, which means he feels the need to hold a nice image around her.”

Loud coughing came tumbling out of Spencer's mouth and Rossi would have felt horrible if he wasn't doing this for the greater good.

“Also Doctor Reid was talking louder before as well but now he is peeking quieter which shows he is nervous.”

Emily stood beside Rossi watching Ms. (L/N), she was shuffling her feet and wasn't making eye contact anymore.

“Wow, that's so cool,” one kid spoke before his eyes started wandering.

“Look it’s a dog.”

The fire department dog was bought through the doors of the gym, all five keys jumping from their spot and running as fast as they could.

Spencer's eyes stayed on his Ms. (L/N) as her hands dropped into one of her pockets.

“I’m sorry about that, first graders love dogs.”

“I was more a cat person,” Emily spoke before turning to look at the sweet teacher before her.

“I don't think I could keep something like that alive, maybe a fish?”

“I have a fish!”

Spencer's voice was high and his teammates tried to hide the smile, but that was something they had a hard time with at these times.

“Really?”

Spencer just nodded his head, his eyes blew and his shoe tapped against the gym floor.

“Well I’ve been looking into getting one-”

Her hand reached over, grabbing Spencers and placing a piece of paper in the middle of his hand.

“and maybe you could set it up.”

Spencer swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bouncing as he nodded his head. She smiled at him and began walking to the group of kids who have surrounded the dog.

“Spencer, you don't have a fish,” Penelope spoke out for the first time in a while, standing in the back with a huge smirk.

“I’ll get one.”

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@itsarayofsunshine @m-n-m @aquarius-pisces-rose @victomizedbyreginageorge @avaxreid @erinxneil

#spencer reid/you #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #bau #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

[dreaminpeaches]

Humble Pie Concept: Hereau Timeline

Okay so its 4am when I came up with this concept it was too hot for me to sleep so forgive me, if it's sound too weird.

Okay, so what if Beau never met Beau (walk with me to this pier before you throw me off), but instead Beau met Hera...

Hera is character from my other blog , but she exists in Humble Pie, as a famous all star athlete. She's not only know for being a talented athlete but also a beautiful athlete as well. Beau knows of Hera and is a semi fan of hers, her poster was one of the only ones he didn't take down when he was redoing his room. Anyways, Hera is also known be to a very cool and spicy athlete often called the Mona Lisa of sports because she never smiles in pictures and she has a very cool girl, competitive and cocky persona in public. But in actuality, Hera is a nervous wreck whose real dream is to break from her cool girl persona and become a cutesy idol girl.

Where as Bonnie and Beau are interesting as couple for how different they are, Hera and Beau are interesting for how similar they are, both trying to break from personas, that they made for themselves out of protect and want to be a more honest verison of themselves, and I could see them help each other through it.

Beau and Hera's relationship is more mellow than Beau's and Bonnie's chaotic relationship, like for example, Bonnie won't really have the patience to go fishing with Beau--like just watching him fish, but Hera wouldn't be really mind it, she would actually find it really calming, and would enjoy watching Beau along with playing with the cats near by.

Beau is less snarky with Hera and more gentle because Hera can be really hard on herself when she makes the slightest mistakes, and tends to fall into stress loops.

While in Beau and Bonnie's relationship, Bonnie is the one usually to make Beau laugh and cheer him up, in Hera and Beau's relationship, Beau is the one to make Hera laugh and is more goofy with her. Mostly because Hera doesn't rub it in like Bonnie does, like when Beau acts goofy around Beau too much for too long , Bonnie is basically like "You like Krabby Patties don't you, Squidward?" If you know what mean, but Hera is more is more like "Thanks, I need that" and doesn't mention again in mocking or teasing way.

Beau and Hera also have a few more things in common, they both like sports (duh) and they both grew up with fathers who weren't the best dads outside of sports. Hera's father wasn't nearly as physically abusive as Beau's dad, he was more neglectful and ignored Hera anytime she wasn't talking about or practicing some type of sport, Hera's dad secretly wanted a son and kind of was depressed when he found out Hera was a girl, and ever since she could walk he always pushed her to more masculine interest than feminine, he would completely ignore her if she wanted to show her dad and new song and dance she made up in her favorite Ariel dress but she would have his undivided attention if she finally prefected her volleyball serve. Bonnie never knew her father because everytime she would ask her mom what he was like she would say "He was a useless p@#$ who couldn't handle my energy, so I got rid of him", Bonnie's mom would as end the conversation there never really elaborating any further.

How Beau and Hera meet is basically the same how Bonnie and Beau met, but with Hera the meeting has a more 90/80s sitcom feel like "All Star Athlete, Hera Grace? What are you doing here?" But less sitcom y because Hera as a nervous breakdown at the same time her car broke down. So, not only is Beau trying to help fix her car, but is also trying to comfort Hera, while at the same time trying figure out what is All Star Athlete, Hera Grace doing in his small town driving a beat up car.

At first, Hera tells Beau that's she just in town for vacation...

Beau: "So, out of all the places you could go as All Star Athlete, Hera Grace, you chose a small southern town?"

Hera: "I guess I just like the humble aesthetic... heh heh.."

Beau:" Okay.."

Beau (internally): Grandma was right, famous people are weird..

Beau and Hera continue to meet to work on Hera's car, and people don't recognize Hera because (a. Small town folk wouldn't really believe some one THAT famous would just plop into town (b. Using superman logic, Hera wears sunglasses so nobody can recognize her. So yes, Beau and Hera are sunglasses stunting couple 😎😎

Anyways, Beau and Hera start spending more time together and get closer, there is that scene where Hera walks in on Beau playing and being goofy with his siblings, but since Hera isnt as teasing as Bonnie, Beau doesn't feel as embarrassed about it.

There is a moment where Beau walks in on Hera doing a Disney number in one of her cute idol dress, she has another breakdown when she realizes Beau is watching, Beau comforts her again, and that's when Hera reveals that she actually made a deal with her father that if she can at least start her idol career in a year, then she could quit her athlete career and become an idol full time. The reason why she came to Beau's town because all the big city entertainment and music companies literally shut the door in Hera's face, Hera suspect that her dad was behind it and was purposely making harder for her since he wasn't going to help out at all with her idol career, which is why he gave her the best up car, there's a small but ambitious entertainment company in Beau's town looking to start an idol group and since it's not connected to a big company Hera felt like she actually had a chance. Hera begs Beau to keep this a secret and she isn't ready to go public with it.

Hera: "Please, keep this a secret, if-if anyone finds out, I'll--ill--"

Beau: "Hey! hey! It's okay, I know what it's like to keep a secret, but at least yours is actually really cute.."

Hera:" (Blush) heh...heh.. thank you, that really means alot to me, Beau"

While Bonnie's hyperfixation is mascots, Hera are idols, idol culture, Idol anime shows/games, and Disney. She often info dumps about Idol stuff while helping Beau work on the car.

Hera: "Oh! Oh, there's this another idol group I like called Arashi, they're were the first idol group I ever seen, and they have this one song that oozes sparkle energy, and they're still really cute and fun despite being kind of old for idols, and --oh, I'm sorry, rambling again.."

Beau: "No, no, it's fine, you smile for real when you talk about that stuff, I like it.."

Hera: "(blushes) UMMMM!..okay, so where was I-- oh, yeah.."

For money, Hera works at a cat cafe, she was gonna work at the same maid cafe Bonnie did but Hera was still shy about preforming in front others on the spot like that, so she picked the cat cafe that was two stores down, she also coaches softball at the local rec center.

Hera is no where near as flirtatious as Bonnie, since Hera spent most of her life practicing sports, and trying to literally win her dad's affection, she didn't really think about boys in a romantic sense, although she is comfortable around guys platonically, Beau was the first guy to treat Hera like a normal girl, not one of the guys or a sports goddess, just a normal girl, Hera is used to being call Beautiful or Sexy, but when Beau calls her Cute, she considers that flirting.

Since Hera is so used to holding masculine energy and qualities and being praised and recognized for it, it's nice to allow herself to be more feminine and being recognized and complimented for it.

While Beau is more sparing but loving with his kisses with Bonnie . With, Hera he uses his kisses to comfort her and/or to stop her from falling into stress/aniexty loop, usually holding her or hugging her or at least holding her hand and say "It's Okay", "I'm here", "Don't worry about it"

Okay, that's about all I have to say for this timeline/AU, I still love both Beaunnie and Hereau equally, I like Beaunnie for it's chaotic energy, I like Hereau for it's neutral good energy, I like both Bonnie and Hera, we can stan multiple queens in this household thank you very much...

#immersive daydreaming #paraportal #paracosm #paracosm: Hereau! Humble Pie #para ship: hereau #i actually like how chill and comforting this dynamic is #hera had some gender dysphoria at times in her life #this post was brought to by 4am brain #im not getting sleep tonight rip that REM #what dynamic are these two i still haven't figured it out

[shibalen]

HIYA! This is me ✨ anon! I was about to sleep when you posted this gajshsjs better do it fast- Okay so, I would like a romantic match-up for Akatsuki no Yona and Haikyuu! I dont think I'll be able to summon those other emojis so I would like music box and jewellery box uwu. My nickname is Oya! I am a female with long straight black hairs and black eyes and I wear glasses. I am smol, 160cm, and a bit on the chubby side :"). I am a INTP-T so this shows I am an introverted person. ✨(1/2)✨

I also have trust issues so its really hard for me to open up to new people but once I get to know them I'll never leave their side. I also have anger issues so I bust out at the wrong time hahaha. I love to sleep, eat and be lazy all day doing nothing. If something interests me I would get obsessed with it. I have a disliking towards dogs because of some encounters in the past TvT. Just a little fun fact- sometimes I purr like a kitty 🐯. ✨(2/3)✨ (me made a little mistake I think-)

In a relationship, I would place loyalty and trust over everything else! Oh and I just saw that do you own many plants? Damn my house has like its own garden on the roof. Thanks for this and remember to always take care of yourself and stay safe 🌸 ✨(3/3)✨

♡︎ matchup for ✨anon

howdy! i'm so glad you made it on time. i really hope you enjoy your matches!

akatsuki no yona: i match you with . . .

shin-ah !!

• i know you two sound too similar to be matched but i promise once you come to trust each other the result is the most beautiful !!

• as an intp-t you are easy-going, have rich imagination and don't need extravagant objects in your life to feel happy. i am 100% sure Shin-ah would love these qualities in a lover.

• also, you need not look further for someone loyal and trustworthy because Shin-ah is the perfect example of those traits. no one will cherish you like he does. for you he'd go to the moon and back ♡︎

• he's a little difficult to understand sometimes but over time you learn to read his body language and tone of voice to determine how he's feeling. your bond exceeds the limits of words. it is something much deeper, almost spiritual.

• your relationship development was no doubt a long road, seeing as both of you were rather guarded at first, but i believe it was something that also brought you together.

• before you were ready to join the rest of the gang by the fire during dinners, you would sit by yourself. Shin-ah, being a shy boy but also knowing you were on your guard, began slowly sitting closer to you every time. it was little things like that which made you become closer.

• you grew together very naturally, respecting each others' boundaries until there were almost none between you two (o´ω`o)

• it's so lovely how you're always by each others side, not perhaps always talking but doing things like napping, eating and walking side-by-side. anybody can see what a cute couple you make.

• i'm telling you he's in love with how much passion you have for your interests. when you're telling him about all the plants you like or a crazy dream you had he'd mostly be quiet, hanging on your every word.

• but sometimes you'll catch him with a small smile or muttering "tell me more". you're like his own ray of sunshine

• once to explain it to him, i think he'll be fairly good at understanding your outbursts. he lived with Ao for a long time and knows when someone is under pressure.

• he'll try his best to help you. he has a very calm energy so being about him definitely has a good influence. will very gently reach out to you to get you away from your source of anger. "Oya, let's go."

• giving you his fluff when you're cold !! if you invite him to snuggle up to you, might catch a glimpse of him holding back tears before turning away to wipe them off.

• and speaking of, napping with Shin-ah is the best experience you can ask for: he's so soft and warm, and sometimes he'll hold onto you in his sleep like a small child— gets teased by Jae-Ha about it later shhh

• poor bby gets a little insecure when someone's flirting with you or even having your attention for a little too long :( if you're comfortable with it then he just subtly sulks in the background but if not then he'll be by your side in a second to ward off the character.

• when you're feeling shy or uncomfortable he'll either pull you close to hide within his fluff or pet your head. though he doesn't speak much, his actions speak for themselves.

• he brings you flowers and puts them in your hair. the contrast of your dark hair and light petals make it look like you have a tiny garden on your head, it makes Shin-ah's heart flutter to the point you can see his blush ♡︎

• your dates include romantic moonlit walks in a forest, firefly viewing, napping, making flower crowns and exploring new towns you travel to !!

♫︎ music box

— Dandelions by Ruth B.

— Talk To Me by Cavetown

— Lost In You by Khai Dreams

— Sunshine by Keaton Stormberg

— Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab

♡︎ runner up: Jae-ha

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

haikyuu: i match you with . . .

lev haiba !!

• i know for a fact Lev would l o v e your innovative and curious way of thinking as an intp-t !! also you're chill but don't open up much at first so that raises his curiosity towards you.

• you were classmates but hung around in too different circles to interact properly until . . . you both fell asleep in the same class. the teacher sent you to the corridor to think about your actions.

• while you were feeling embarrassed, Lev was a little cranky that his nap was interrupted and how sleepy he still was. he told you there was nothing to be embarrassed about since it was school in the first place that made you tired.

• despite your differences in personality (and you finding him kind of intimidating), Lev was super friendly and kept talking about volleyball and asking you questions. even afterward he came to talk to you because he honestly found you so pretty and smart and wanted to get to know you more ♡︎

• you soon noticed it was easy to trust him but it wasn't until another while that he asked you out. of course, he wanted to do it sooner but both Kuroo and Yaku said to make sure you were completely comfortable with him first.

• he brought you over to watch when they were having a practice match with Fukurodani. it was great.

• "Oya? " "Oya oya?" "Oya oya oya." i'm sorry i had to

• mate, you guys have over a 30cm height difference !! it's almost a second nature for this boy to pick you up, hug you and spin you around. you drown in his jersey but you know he loves it.

• you don't have to worry about hurting him when getting angry: sunshine boy lets it go easily. he'll only focus of making you feel better by joking around. "it's okay, Oya! compared to Yaku-san you're an angel!"

• when he first heard you purring he was like (´•ω•`)? but then changed to ((っ･ω･)っ lemme hold you you're too cute asdfghjk

• but you know he can be such a blabbermouth sometimes. when he's with the rest of the Nekoma team he can't help but talk about you. how excited you are about your interests, how adorable you are when you're napping, the list never ends, oh dear (¯∇¯٥)

• the boys can't decide whether it's cute or cringe that he has like a hundred pictures of you on his phone and his phone's background is a selfie of the two of you with edited cat ears and whiskers.

• spoiler: it's cute af and it makes him grin everytime he looks at it

• if there aren't any upcoming exams or games you meet up every saturday just to laze around and take it easy. when he gets stressed or is under the weather so being with you is the perfect relief.

• during a particularly rough week he'll complain what sounds like every second of the day. he'll be very whiny and touchy with you until and if you tell him to stop. but at least please hold his hand on your way home !!

• you do dumb but cute stuff together while hanging out like competing who can fit more popcorn in their mouth or doing the duck face with pringles chips and see who will laugh first (it's Lev)

• he can't remember all the types of plants you own so he names them himself. whenever he comes over he'll wave at them and call them something like Tom, Jeffrey or RedWheels666 lol

• a very fulfilling relationship: you provide the down-to-earth approach and the braincells while Lev is the social daredevil that is spontaneous enough for both of you.

• dates with the two of you include stay-at-home dinners with movies, cosy blanket and cuddles, karaoke nights, walks in the park and by ponds as well as visits to zoos and aquariums !!

𑁍 jewellery box

— favourite memory with you:

when you went on a school trip to a beach resort and after a long day of playing beach volleyball and hanging out with friends you two sneaked out to walk along the beach. you were sharing some snacks and chatting away. it was the first time you truly opened up to him. he remembers watching you smile so wide, so beautifully and being absolutely whipped.

— favourite activity to do together:

as much as he l o v e s napping with you, Lev's favourite activity together is, in fact, training. sounds strange, i know, but you don't even have to be athletic or do anything at all, he just likes having you there because you motivate him to do his best. you joke around, and count his pushups—if you're in a gym everyone else is jelly.

— favourite place to kiss you:

your stomach and cheeks. sometimes he challenges you to tickle fights just so he can peck your face with kisses or your belly. they're so soft he can't resist ♡︎

— favourite nicknames to call you by:

baby, because i know he just would. also your nickname and bean because that's what he called you before he knew your name so now it's a running gag between y'all.

— favourite thing about you:

probably that you're just as curious as him about your surroundings. it means that you join in when he gets excited over something instead of scolding him. you also don't mind his blunt nature and know he means well ♡︎

♡︎ runner up: Hajime Iwaizumi

there you go! thank you for the sweet words, i do try taking care though sometimes it's hard (✿^‿^) don't forget to take time off for yourself, dear ♡︎

#✨anon #matchups #anime matchups #len's matches #haikyuu #akatsuki no yona

[memesiders]

Part 2

Death x OC Office AU

(I'm so glad you guys seem to like this, thank y'all!!!)

It was only when I had gotten home and changed into pajamas that I realized my phone wasn't in my bag.

After a twenty minute search, I had decided that my phone must've fallen out when Strife pushed my bag out of the chair. I thought I'd picked up everything, but I was wrong. I didn't want to go back, so I decided that I'd call there and ask when my sisters got home. Until then, I made myself comfortable on the couch and started binging some baking competition show. It only helped a little in distracting me from my thoughts. The receptionist job had been the latest in a long line of job offers I'd been turned down for. Not even a dishwashing job had wanted me.

I didn't know why I was so unlucky with jobs, and I hated to think of how disappointed Safiya would be. She called in a few favors to get me that interview and I'd blown it. No, that asshole had done that.

Thinking about Death brought a scowl to my face, and the anger that had left me in that elevator slowly started bubbling up again.

"What's his deal," I asked myself out loud, rolling off of the couch and heading to the kitchen. "He thinks he can just treat people like that? Like they're not worth his time?" I yanked open the fridge and blew out a hard breath, shaking my head. I grabbed a blueberry yogurt and shut the fridge with a little more force than necessary. "What a prick," I grabbed a spoon out of a drawer, "and he barely even looked at my resumé.

"Like he already knew he wasn't gonna give me the job."

I slammed the drawer shut as I finished my thought and angrily shuffled back to the couch. "Who the hell does he think he is?" I plopped back down and tore the top off of my yogurt, licking it off and eating a spoonful. Why was I so bothered by this? "He probably thinks he can get away with anything because he's powerful and good looking..." I pictured his face in my mind; his strong jaw, defined cheekbones, and piercing eyes the color of fiery cinders... Not to mention the muscles hidden beneath his clothes.

Wait, what was I saying? I shook my head quickly and focused back on the show, finishing my yogurt. I just needed to get laid or something, not think about assholes. Although that was hard to do when I shared a room with a sixteen year old.

"We're home!" I jumped upright as the front door swung open, slamming into the wall as my little sister walked in. The action reminded me of Strife and I couldn't help but let out a soft snort. Neema tossed her backpack onto the couch next to me and fell into the recliner, swinging her legs over one of the armrests. "Today was absolutely terrible." I arched a brow at her and smiled.

"Oh, and why is that?" I asked, moving her bag to the floor.

"Go ahead and tell her why I had to leave work to come grab you," Safiya said grumpily, locking the front door. She had a bag of groceries in one hand.

"I told you it wasn't my fault! I didn't start it, I just finished it." I looked between the two, noticing the disapproving glance Safiya gave her. Neema rolled her eyes and looked at me. "Some girls were picking on Lyriel and calling her a half breed, so I hit them."

"Not only did you hit them, you broke one of their noses!"

"They deserved it! No one calls Lyriel a half breed and gets away with it!" I cracked a small smile at her outburst.

"Well I think it was justified," I said, reaching over to high five her. Safiya groaned and went into the kitchen, muttering something under her breath. I chuckled and propped my feet up on the coffee table. "So, was Lyriel grateful for you defending her? Maybe she gave you a little kiss on the cheek?" I laughed as Neema's light brown cheeks started to redden, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Shut up," she muttered. "You know she didn't."

"She might have if you told her you liked her." Neema groaned and shifted in the chair, rolling her eyes at me.

"She's my friend; I can't just tell her I've had a huge crush on her for the last five years! What if it ruins our friendship? What if she only likes boys? Do you know how awkward that'd be?"

"Hey, you'll never know unless you take the leap!" She picked up the recliner pillow and threw it at me, a smile gracing her face. I laughed and blocked it from hitting me, clutching the pillow to my stomach. Neema's crush was so cute, but I understood her hesitation. The one time I'd confessed to my friend I'd liked him, he told me he was disgusted by the thought of dating a human, and then had slowly disappeared from my life. Not the best example for her.

"What about you? Why haven't you gone out with anyone," she asked, quick to change the subject.

"I have to focus on finding a job before I go back to dating," I answered, throwing the pillow back at her. It hit her in the face and she laughed, tucking it under her legs. "I can't focus on dating when I can't even afford to help chip in around here."

"Speaking of job," Safiya piped in, appearing from the kitchen. "How did the interview go? Did you get the job?" My smile fell and I thinned my lips, leaning back against the couch. Safiya sighed disappointedly and took a seat next to me. "Really? Again?"

"It wasn't my fault," I rushed out. "The dude made me wait an hour and he was a total asshole!"

"Was he hot," Neema asked. "The hot ones are always assholes."

"Smokin'." She 'ahh'd' and nodded, shooting a finger gun at me.

"It doesn't matter if he was an asshole or not," Safiya hissed. She rubbed her temples and leaned back. She suddenly looked very tired, and I felt even worse about my actions earlier; I might've been able to talk him into hiring me if I hadn't flipped out. "We barely have enough to pay rent this month. I don't know what we're gonna do for food until my next paycheck; I spent the rest of our money on food for this week." Neema frowned and crawled out of the chair, coming over and pulling Safiya into her arms.

"We'll be okay," she reassured her. "We're always okay, and if I need to, I can try applying at McDonalds or something." Safiya sniffled and patted her back, shaking her head. Now I was feeling even worse.

"I left my phone there on accident," I said softly. "I'll go back tomorrow and try to talk with the guy again. I'll apologize and maybe he'll give me a janitorial position or something." Safiya smiled a little and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Saf."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," she said, squeezing my hand again. "I've just been stressed lately. I'm trying to get as much overtime as possible and taking double shifts left and right. I guess I've just been burning myself out. I'm sorry for being so upset with you..." I gave her a small smile and crawled over, joining my sisters in a hug. Safiya laughed and wrapped one of her arms around me. "We'll just have to make it work.

"It's nothing we haven't faced before, right?" Neema and I voiced our agreement and the three of us stayed like that for a while, just hugging each other. I would definitely be going back to that place tomorrow, and I'd do everything in my power to try and get a job, even if I had to suck someone's dick; I had to do something to help my family out.

We untangled ourselves after ten minutes, Safiya excusing herself to go change out of her work clothes. Neema and I laid back on the couch, flipping through Netflix and Hulu to decide what to watch next.

"We're not watching another cupcake show," she said, trying to grab the remote from my hand.

"We're not watching another anime either," I replied, moving the remote further away from her. "You got to watch it all day yesterday!"

"I'm only halfway through Fullmetal Alchemist!" I opened my mouth to tell her too bad when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Can one of you get that?" Safiya shouted from her room. Neema and I stared at each other.

"You get it," I said, still holding the remote away from her.

"No, you get it," she said, struggling to grab the device from me. "I had a long and hard day at school."

"I had a long and emotional day being interviewed." She scoffed and crawled on top of me, grabbing for the remote. I laughed and pushed against her, stretching my arm as far out as I could.

"Gee, thanks you two," Safiya said, appearing from down the hall. She walked past us and plucked the remote from my hand, continuing to the door. Neema and I both whined and turned to see who was here. She set the remote on the side table next to the door and opened it. "Hello, what do you wa-?" She stopped suddenly, her face paling slightly. Neema and I stretched our necks, trying to see who was at the door.

"Is it another door to door salesman," Neema asked, crawling onto me again to try and see. I grunted and fell against the couch, groaning.

"Get your big butt off of me," I demanded, voice muffled by the couch cushions. I could barely see Safiya.

"Good evening," a familiar voice said. "Is Miss Banks here?"

"Depends on which one you're asking for," Safiya answered, seeming to have recovered from her momentary shock.

"I met her earlier today and it seems she forgot something." It suddenly clicked.

"What the fuck is he doing here," I whispered, shimmying out from under my sister. I climbed over the back of the couch and ran to the door to make sure I was correct. Sure enough, there was Death, looking as handsome and calm as he had when I'd first met him. His eyes met mine and I bit down on my tongue, holding back the tirade of curses I wanted to let loose on him. You have to stay calm, I reminded myself. Try and get a job.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Banks," Death said, looking me up and down slowly. I suddenly became aware of the fact I was wearing unicorn pajamas shorts and had not one ounce of makeup on. Embarrassing, to say the least. Not that I'd let him know that. I placed my hands on my hips and tipped my head up.

"Mister... Death, sir," I replied, immediately wanting to crawl into a hole afterwards. He chuckled and I felt my cheeks warm, the urge to run away starting to creep up on me.

"Sir is just fine." I snorted and Safiya smacked the back of my head, warning me to behave.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked politely.

"For a moment, if it's not too intrusive." She waved him words away and stepped aside, pulling me with her when I made no move to let him in. He entered slowly, looking around. What, was our apartment not nice enough for him? Was he going to berate the decor? "You have a lovely home."

"Thank you, can I offer you some water?"

"No, thank you, I won't be here for long. I just came to see Aziza." The way my name rolled off his tongue gave me a weird sensation, like feathers tickling my skin. He looked at me suddenly and I briefly wondered if he'd somehow noticed what his voice had done to me. "Can we speak in private?" I wanted to tell him no, to twist his arm behind his back and throw him out like he'd had Amber do to me, but I couldn't; if there was any way I could possibly get a job, I had to bite my tongue and be a good girl. I nodded at him and motioned for him to follow me, heading to mine and Neema's room.

Our room wasn't the cleanest, honestly, but it was about as private as we could get. He walked in after me and closed the door, looking over the room with a disapproving stare.

"Why did you come," I asked, knowing that both of my sisters were probably eavesdropping. Death reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cellphone; my cellphone, to be exact.

"I heard this meowing under my desk," he said. I blushed and took the phone from him, muttering a thank you. "I'm sorry about my brother; he's always an asshole."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree apparently," I muttered. His eyes narrowed and I sighed, my shoulders dropping. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Yes you did, don't apologize." His words were matter of fact but there was a kindness in his tone. "I... Regret, how I acted today. The way I treated you wasn't entirely fair." Was that an apology I was hearing? "The truth is, I hate hiring new people.

"I've been avoiding finding someone new for a while now." I cracked a small smile; I could understand that. "Amber informed me that I might have been too harsh, though I don't see how." My smile dropped slightly; he was really bad at apologizing. "I took another look at your file. I think there might be something you can offer to me after all." I perked up slightly.

"I'll see you at 9 AM sharp, Monday morning," he finished. He nodded and turned, opening the door. Neema and Safiya stumbled into the room, falling over each other. Death looked down and them and then to me, smirking. "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I couldn't hold back the giggle that rose in me. He said goodbye to the girls and stepped over them, heading to the door.

I ran into the hallway. "Wait, does this mean I got the job?" I called after him.

"Why else would I tell you to come?" I smiled, my lips stretching across my face. He waved without looking back and shut the door behind him as he left. I was buzzing now.

"Wait, he gave you the job?" Neema asked, sounding as shocked as I was. I turned to them and nodded.

"I have a job!" I jumped onto them, joining them on the floor. We hugged each other tightly, Safiya screaming about how happy she was. This was my golden opportunity right here and now I couldn't blow it.

I wouldn't blow it.

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #death #death x oc #office au

[imaginationkonoha]

Naruto and Hinata's Wedding (part 1)

This is long fic, and it's not necessarily about Naruto or Hinata, but about what happened behind the scenes of their marriage. Stories don't count, come with me to a new world of possibilities.

I was lying on a hill, watching the clouds pass slowly, reflecting on my life. My parents died fighting Kyuubi 17 years ago, I was a year my aunt, and at seven was already living alone. I sat among the flowers, looked down, seeing how beautiful the village looked in the spring. Everything was so perfect. I was happy, right? 17 years old graduated as a leaf row jounning with a beautiful house and friends. Was everything in order so why was I questioning myself so much? I took a deep breath and decided to go home. I went down the hill, meeting Naruto, Hinata and Neji. The first two were already holding hands and I smiled to learn that within two months the two would get married. Sakura had even told me that she thought the reason for the sudden marriage was a baby, but I ignored it, it was none of my business. All but were getting married or dating, I think that was my problem. Ino and Sai got together, Sakura stayed with Sasuke after all, Rock Lee found a wonderful girl in another village and now they both live here, Gaara was still Gaara. I always doubted that Neji and Tenten had anything other than Shikamaru and Temari that confirmed me. It was complicated.

"What's up Y / N-chan, what are you doing here?" Naruto asked excitedly and I smiled, even as the fox sealed inside, I was never afraid of him and was always his friend. Neji looked at the camera in my hands, I had a hobby, I loved taking pictures, but it was something I didn't share.

"Just thinking and taking some pictures," I said with a shrug. Hinata looked at me with bright eyes

“Could you do a rehearsal of ours?” She asked so excitedly that I had to pity deny it.

"My job is not that good," I said, scratching the back of my neck.

"For oneesan, you're perfect in the photos," declared Naruto and I wanted to kill him right there.

"I bet it will be beautiful too," Neji added and I gave them a smile.

"Well, I can think of some ideas, if you want to discuss, we can go to my house Hinata" I said and she agreed, giving her boyfriend a kiss and a hug on Neji. "You won't go, it's gonna be a girls time"

Before they could both complain, the brunette pulled me laughing. I really liked the woman, lost count of how many times I told her if she says now Naruto and how many times I hit that idiot's head for running after Sakura who clearly was an idiot who didn't want him. After much trying, fate made them stay together.

And I was glad that, as Naruto's best friend, I always wanted the best. I arrived at my house, opened my computer and we started researching some things.

"My wedding is going to have a dance and I want everyone dancing." She talked excited and I smiled, her animation was cute.

"Cool, this dance will be both of you and this one with the guests." I spoke showing some pictures.

"We can do some rehearsals at the tip, hill and even in the forest" I kept showing some examples and even places that I had already photographed.

"Your photos are great, I didn't know you had that talent"

"I love hiding things from people"

“Like you hid from me who kissed Naruto?” He asked laughing and I widened my eyes.

"Hinata, we were kids and were jealous of people who had boyfriends," I said quickly and she burst out laughing.

"I know everything, you told me that drunk, without any context, so I asked Naruto who explained things to me"

"I need to stop drinking so much, these days I woke up in my underwear lying on my porch," I grumbled and she laughed harder. I got up to make our food since the day was already night. My friend accompanied me, I looked at my fridge and decided to make a basic spaghetti.

"Do you cut the tomatoes?" I asked putting them on the table, took the onion and began to chop. In the middle of the onion I was already in tears. I heard the bell and Hinata went to open since it was probably her boyfriend, which was very strange Naruto knock on the door, he would just open since sometimes he sleeps here. Neji was the first to come in the moment I put the onions on the fire, he came towards me with a worried look.

“Are you ok?” He asked placing his hand on my shoulder. I smiled at him and confirmed, I thought his behavior was cute.

"It was just the onions, I'm really always caught by them" I answered the question he should be asking himself. I wiped my eye with my dirty hand and cursed myself automatically. How was I so injured? Neji laughed and wet the cloth beside me to help me.

"You guys are cute together" Naruto started, Hinata hit him. I saw Neji is slightly embarrassed and I felt bad for him.

"Naruto, if you continuing to disturb us, I will tell Hinata all the nonsense you did in childhood, and when I say everything I talk about all the things dattebayo!" I roared and he widened his eyes making us laugh. After Neji helped me, I put the noodles to cool while making the sauce. I glanced over at my office where I saw the lovers embracing, giving each other cute smiles. I smiled at the scene but needed someone to help me.

"Neji-chan" I called him and he looked at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence. "Could you cut those spring onions there? And some parsley?"

"Sure, small or medium?"

"Small" I answered and he agreed.

"Have you decided where the wedding photos will be?"

"In a lot of places, I actually need to see what I need to bring because besides the lenses, there will be places I need to carry light." I spoke thinking with my hand on my chin, one of the caves I showed Hinata was this case, however much it was day, the light was not enough for the picture to look good.

"I help you take things, I'm always here to help you"

I looked surprised at the man now in front of me, Neji was chosen as Jounning before any of our group, his skills are exceptional. I smiled at his willingness to help me, he handed me the extra cut and I added it to the sauce, asked him to get the pasta and it helped me pouring slowly. Less than 10 minutes, our food was ready. It smelled so good that I wanted to eat before I even turned off the pan.

"You call the lovebirds," I said and he scowled.

"We eat, when they feel hungry, they will come." He answered by making me laugh, it turned out that we didn't have to call, as they both came by the smell of the food.

"Sorry for leaving y/n-san," said Hinata with red cheeks.

"I don't care, Neji was a better company than you," I said, showing her tongue to her who laughed. How mature I was. We sat at my table and appreciated it. I ate calmly, savoring the divine sauce.

"I love your noodles so much," Naruto said with his mouth full and I glared at him. "Seriously oneechan, your noodles are the best ever," he continued and I laughed.

"I agree with him, it's even better than my clan chief's," said Hinata with her mouth full as well.

"then Naruto is changing you" I said in a crying voice and Neji laughed as they both looked at me with a straight face. We finished eating and I gathered things to wash.

"I will wash y/n-san" Hinata said and I denied it.

"You can date, I know you're out of time because of Naruto's studies" my friend looked at me and smiled, just like my idiot brother.

They both came back to the room and I felt like that aunt who is hiding her niece's dating. I laughed at my thought and realized that Neji was looking at me.

"I'll help you," he said and went to the edge of the sink. He started washing the dishes and me drying them. We commented a few things, Neji was a very nice guy, we always got along but there was a day that Tenten went crazy and I decided to walk away, not to cause any problems for them.

"You could pin my hair, it's falling on my face." He said and I looked, as he was without the bandana, really had a strand on his face. I grabbed a clothespin I'd tossed into the closet and pinned his hair back in a ponytail.

"I hate the fact that your hair is more hydrated than mine," I said, returning to my dishwasher position.

"I really only pass some creams I buy, no big deal."

"This is even worse Neji, you don't even have to work hard," I said and he laughed, patted him with my cloth lightly. I missed him at those times, and even on missions. We finished the dishes quickly and went into the living room, finding the most ridiculous couple in the world.

"So good that you came back, we need to talk to you both" Hinata said making me frown, what the hell were those two wanting from us?

#naruto imagines #imagines #konoha #nejiimagine #neji hyuga