#we interacted with absolutely no one other than by phone don't worry
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୨୧┊ 𝐈𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( charles leclerc )
ꖛ ─ you’re reading part two ∿ part one ∿ part three
✧.* pairings ─ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader
✧.* genre ─ social media au ⨾ fluff & chaotic
✧.* summary ─ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.
✧.* face claim ─ suki waterhouse
✧.* warnings ─ some suggestive jokes, other than that this is just as chaotic as the first part
✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ part three is coming soon! hope you enjoy mwah <3
˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ charles <3 . ✧ ˚
y/n: hey charles i really don’t want to be a bother but i quickly wanted to apologize for the insta post that was made about us a few hours ago!
charles <3: Hey, don’t worry, you’re not a bother! :) And I don’t really care about the post.
y/n: wait
y/n: you don’t care?
charles <3: Nope, I thought the whole flirting thing (the comments etc) was just a joke between friends, yk. At first I was a little confused, to be honest, since we don't usually joke like that, but I figured it was just the way you interact with people you feel more comfortable with!
[ seen 1:29pm ]
˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚
y/n: i’m so scared
princess george: WHAT DID HE SAY
y/n: he thinks it was a flirty joke between friends
princess george: HUH? So I did all that painfully obvious flirting for nothing💀
y/n: AHA
y/n: SO YOU DID DO ALL THESE THINGS TO GET ME TO CONFESS TO CHARLES.
princess george: Someone had to do it! I'm sick of watching you guys literally be in love with the other and still claim to be "just friends" 🤓
y/n:🧍♀️
y/n: that isn’t the point now
y/n: the point is WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY
princess george: YOU HAVENT REPLY YET??
y/n: NO I LEFT HIM ON READ BC I PANICKED IDK
princess george: i'm going to have to call carmen to give you some girly advice if you don't start getting bold💀
y/n: OKAYOKAY BUT WHAT SHOULD I SAY
y/n: HURRY UP HES BEEN ON SEEN FOR FIVE MINUTES NOW
princess george: IDK ASK GOOGLE
y/n: GEORGE WTF
princess george: DONT ‘GEORGE WTF’ ME! YOU KNOW I DONT WORK WELL UNDER PEER PRESSURE
y/n: you’re a racing driver💀
princess george: your point?
[ seen 1:37pm ]
princess george: hello???
[ seen 1:38pm ]
y/n: I ASKED GOOGLE LIKE YOU TOLD ME TO AND THEY DIDNT DO SHIT
y/n: they had the audacity to correct me too
princess george: 💀💀
[ seen 1:40pm ]
˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ charles <3 . ✧ ˚
y/n: you think it was a joke?
charles <3: Well yeah
charles <3 I mean
charles <3: It couldn’t have been anything more
y/n: what if it was tho?
y/n: hypothetical ofc!!!!
charles <3: Well I honestly don’t know
charles <3: If we are speaking hypothetically, I think I would be flattered.
y/n: and if we aren’t speaking hypothetically?
charles <3: Then I would probably still feel flattered.
charles <3: Y/n? Hello?
y/n: SORRY MY PHONE FELL DOWN
charles <3: LMAO
charles <3: Does that mean those flirty jokes weren’t just jokes?
y/n: well.. to me, they’re not jokes, but i’m not the one who made them. i wasn’t supposed to tell you yet but i’m getting sick of george so idc
y/n: i lost a bet to him and had to hand over my main social media accounts for 24 hours, meaning all the comments/posts you saw from my main accounts were made by george😭
charles <3: That explains why I saw your private accounts constantly fight with your main accounts in random comment sections💀
y/n: yeah he was really messing with me
y/n: i’ve gotten lots of angry mails from my pr team
charles <3: I can imagine😭 It's only fair that you get back at him.
y/n: oh absolutely.
charles <3: Can I ask a question though?
y/n: sure!
charles <3: Is your newest single actually about me?
y/n: yes it is. i’m sorry you have to find out like this but i really like you, like a lot. i’ve liked you for a while now but i was too scared to talk to you about it because i thought you don’t feel the same.
charles <3: That’s not true
charles <3: I actually do feel the same, and I literally had the same dilemma!
y/n: WHAT
y/n: YOU ALSO LIKE ME??
charles <3: YES!! I really like you :)
y/n: SINCE WHEN
charles <3: Probably since the day I first met you
y/n: no way i thought you hated me back then💀
charles <3: No don’t worry I didn’t😭 My brother Arthur said I always have this certain look to myself when I meet new people. He said I tend to look a little “off” when I’m overwhelmed, so that was probably it lol
y/n: oh yeah, george said the same about you
charles <3: Aha very nice of him💀
charles <3: Btw I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by asking this, but what are we now? I’m just a little confused
y/n: how about we take it slow and start going on little dates? like trying this whole thing out and seeing if we can actually be more than friends.
charles <3: I had the same in mind :)
charles <3: And George still has control over your main accounts?
y/n: yep for the next 2-3 hours :’)
charles <3: alright, ready to get back at him?
y/n: ABSOLUTELY
[ seen 1:59pm ]
˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚
princess george: Y/N DID HE REPLY YET?
[ sent 1:43pm ]
princess george: Y/N?
princess charles: HELLOOOO
[ sent 1:44pm ]
princess george: CMON I CAN SEE YOURE ONLINE
[ sent 1:46pm ]
princess george: DONT BE SO CRUEL
princess george: PLEASEEE
princess george: I WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID
[ sent 1:50pm ]
princess george: UGH fine
princess george: Guess my finger slipped again🙄🙄🙄
[ sent 1:55pm ]
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Americano PT. 7 | Jude Bellingham x Reader
What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?
A/N: I’m back baby! Thank you guys for waiting <3
W/C: 4.611
part six
"I won't look. Don't trust me at all, do you?" I mutter to Amira after taking my top off, grabbing the shirt she's handing me with my eyes closed.
"You'll like it. It's a part of my surprise." She sighs, helping me pull the shirt down my body without my makeup getting on the collar.
"Can I look now?" I ask, eyes still squeezed shut.
"Yeah, turn around."
I turn, looking in the mirror. I stay quiet for a moment, then gasp in surprise.
"What? An England kit? Why are you making me betray Spain?" I attempt to joke, looking at her.
"Like you didn't live here for so many years." She scoffs, pushing me.
"I'm just kidding. Why the kit, though?" I ask, fixing the material in the mirror.
"Ta da!" She exclaims, I look back at her, frowning in confusion when she starts waving two keycards in my face. My hands fly to take one and I read it quickly.
"No, way! You got tickets for the England vs. Australia friendly?"
"Yeah, got them a couple days ago." She replies, and I eye her suspiciously.
"Oh- mister Trent got them for you? Guess he really likes you." I tease, watching her become more and more flustered.
"Shut up- he gave them to show his appreciation."
"Yeah, you want to believe that? You'll be upgraded to wag in a few weeks, trust." I add, laughing at her annoyed expression.
"Aren't you and Jude a thing?" She accuses, putting on her own kit. Finally, she grabs her handbag and car keys off her desk.
I register her words a little too late, but my head whips around in disgust.
"Over my dead body."
"You both were cute last time." She mumbles, both of us walking up to her parked car.
"Absolutely not." I state firmly, immediately connecting my phone to the car.
"Oh, how the tables have turned.." She whispers, but I hear her clearly. I send her a glare, though my glare gets even more intense when she pulls out her strawberry and mango-flavored vape.
"Put that thing away, now!"
"I just realized how different watching a game feels when I'm not working." I say, admiring the full Wembley Stadium. We had finally arrived at our seats, and the view was perfect. Looking around, I do recognize some people, realizing this was probably the family section.
"Turn that working brain of yours off and enjoy. Look, it's starting!" Amira nags, wrapping her arm around mine in excitement.
I chuckle at her, deciding to just enjoy the match. Watching both England's and Australia's teams move around the pitch. Halftime comes around and ends quickly, making way for an opportunity for England. Grealish kicks the ball against the post, missing a chance and making us cringe, but we burst into cheers when Watkins manages to try again and scores.
The match ends with a 1-0 for England. When the whistle is blown, we sit down again. We'd stood up near full time, anticipating a last-minute goal from Australia. It was a friendly, we knew that, but making it exciting was so much more fun than just sitting there and watching the game.
"What now? Is your man coming here?" I ask, fixing my shirt and smiling cheekily at Amira.
"He said he will- after freshening up. Let's wait." She tells me, patting my thigh.
"Didn't even deny that he's your man?" I tease, watching her roll her eyes.
We're interrupted a couple minutes later. I hear someone shout her name, watching both Trent and Jude walk over to our seats. Trent greets us in a friendly manner, while Jude stands next to him like he was forced to come up.
I slowly allow Trent and Amira to have a private conversation, and my eyes land on Jude when they walk away to have some more privacy.
"What are you doing here? And what's with the kit?" He asks, arms crossed.
I scoff, mirroring his body language. Looking him up and down.
"Can't attend a match now? Don't worry, I was over the moon since you weren't playing." I retort, being petty.
I watch him roll his eyes, his expression changing for a second. He opens his mouth to say something, but he hesitates for a moment.
"Who's on your back?"
"What?"
"Your shirt number."
"I don't know- who?" I ask, turning around, confused, when I hear a sudden chuckle.
"Who's on the back?" I ask, trying to see with my phone camera, frowning at his smug face. What the hell was his problem?
I take a picture, turning to face him again as I click on the picture, freezing when I see Jude's last name and number. My expression falters, and I use all my strength to keep my composure.
Amira, you fucking witch..
"Think you're obsessed with me." He whispers, leaning in. I lean back immediately, like he's some highly infectious disease.
"You're sick, Bellingham. It’s just your name, calm down..”
I reply, annoyed at the fact that I couldn't take the shirt off or put my jacket on since I left it in the car.
He goes to say something else, but he's cut off when I hear a familiar voice call out to him. Both of us turning around to see his mom, her eyes lighting up with warmth when she recognizes me.
"Mrs. Bellingham.." I greet, permanent smile plastered on my face when she walks up to us. I notice both her- husband and youngest son behind her.
How could I not recognize his dad and brother?
This past summer, my entire social media feed was plastered with photos of Jude and his family on their first day. Not to forget the fact that I was literally behind the camera when the pictures were taken.
She pulls me into an embrace, her arms wrapping around me warmly. The musky and orange blossom scent of her perfume greets me, and it smells like the most expensive bottle of YSL 'Libre' I have ever smelled.
"How nice is it to see you here. Are you off due to international break?"
"Yes, I thought I'd come visit family and friends out here..." I trail off, my eyes darting to her husband next to her. She notices the hesitation in my voice and introduces us to each other.
"I’m Mark, nice to meet you. I have heard some good things about you. I've also had some contact with your father on some legal matters over in Spain. Good man he is.." He shakes my hand firmly, a very kind smile on his face.
"Thank you, I hope he's been a great help to your family.."
I immediately switch my speech. Trying to sound totally different from the tone I had used with Jude.
"Oh right, this is our youngest son. Jobe.." Denise begins, pushing her son towards me.
I press my lips together to stifle a chuckle, awkwardly shaking the teenage boy's hand.
"Nice to meet you. Hope you're a better football player than your older brother over here?"
I say, pointing a thumb at Jude. It sounds like a joke, but when I glance at Jude, he's giving me the nastiest look when his parents aren't watching. Jobe has only muttered one or two words, but has probably already been nicer to me than his brother has ever been to me.
Jobe only replies with a small smile, so I look up at his parents.
"You must be proud.."
"Of course, equally proud of our two boys.."
Mark replies, holding his son's shoulders. I chuckle, looking at Denise when she speaks.
"Did you enjoy the game? Must be a change of scenery.."
"Oh- yeah, felt weird not working during a game. It was nice though, I was invited by a friend-"
I trail off, looking around to see Amira, noticing her giggle and chat with Trent a couple seats away.
"But she seems busy.." I laugh, they follow my line of sight and chuckle, nodding in acknowledgment.
"You're also wearing an England kit.." His dad notices, pointing to my shirt.
"Jude's, I presume?" His mom asks, making me nod. I turn, giving them a quick look at the "Bellingham" and number 10 on my back.
I'm wearing their last name on my back, that is really weird, if given some thought..
"A gift too.." I smile, facing them again.
I notice that they all glance at Jude for a moment before Denise speaks up again.
"Why don't you join us for dinner tonight? A small appreciation for helping Jude out with his Spanish and adjusting in Madrid."
Damn, how close did they think we were?
Lovely, very nice of her, but that would be a masterclass in awkwardness.
"That's incredibly kind of you, Mrs Bellingham, but I'm sure you don't get many dinners together as a family. So, I don't want to inconvenience your family. Besides, I've got some dinner reservations with my high school friends.."
Her expression immediately turns into an understanding one. I thank her once again for the invitation, holding her hand to convey my appreciation. Finishing our chat, I grab my bag from my seat, pulling it on my shoulder.
"I've got to go, roads will be busy.."
"Right, why don't you accompany y/n down, son?" Mark says, throwing his son a look.
I dart my eyes to Jude, his expression falters before he nods, listening to his dad.
I quickly bid them farewell, walking down alongside Jude.
"You didn't even jump in to save me once.” I mutter, grabbing my phone out of my handbag. Checking for any messages from Amira.
Where did this little minx go?
"I was struggling to breathe when my mum invited you for dinner. Kept my mouth shut with difficulty.."
"How helpful.” I scoff, biting my lip in anticipation as we wait in front of Amira's car. The grey Audi A5 easily recognizable next to all the expensive sports cars.
"You can leave, you know.." I break the silence, looking up at Jude, resting my weight against the car door.
The alarm won't go off, right?
"You think my mom is going to be happy when I leave you here alone?" He asks, scrolling through his phone.
I sigh, sending one last threatening text message to Amira before shoving my phone in my pocket. An awkward silence ensues before I break it again.
"So, are you actually going to play next Tuesday against Italy?" I ask, giving him a skeptical look.
"Why? Want to see me play?" He smirks, putting his hand in the pocket of his blue sweatpants.
"Is that a genuine question? Obviously not.." I answer, furrowing my brows.
He scoffs, poking his tongue through his cheek. Looking me up and down.
"Why would I voluntarily come to see you?" I add, widening my eyes, looking at him in disbelief.
"Your friend will probably come, with the way we're waiting for her and Trent.."
I look around the empty parking lot, was this a camera prank?
What the hell were these two doing anyway?
Speaking of the minx, she finally appears a good ten minutes later. I could've sworn if she didnt have a deep skin tone, she'd probably be as red as a tomato. Because, honey she looked flustered.
I raise my brows at her- disheveled appearance, instinctively giving Jude a knowing look.
Though, my look of scrutiny stops when I realize those two were onto some- freaky shit. Seems like Jude realizes at the same time, because, he too looks away from me.
"I'm leaving.." He quickly blurts, walking away without looking back. I watch his figure disappear, snapped out of my trance when Amira taps me.
"What the fuck? What did you two do?!" I ask, laughing loudly. Sure, I was annoyed that I had to wait for her, but my best friend's happiness was more important.
"Get in the car! I've got to tell you every single detail.."
"What's it called again?" I turn to Amira, asking her about the name of the venue we're supposed to go to.
I had been in London for a couple of days now. From family dinners to meeting up with high school classmates, all of it kept me busy. Everything had been very fun and memorable so far.
Last night, England played their match against Italy for the EURO qualifiers. I couldn't lie, the 3-1 win for England was very satisfying, especially when watching live from Wembley Stadium.
Right now, Amira and I are in the car. Getting driven to the restaurant or bar - Trent had invited us to. A small gathering to close off international break, if you could call it that.
Small or big party, Amira and I had to look our best. For obvious reasons, I am wearing the black mini-dress I had tried on in Amira's office.
"Novikov Restaurant & Bar.." She mutters, touching her lipgloss up while looking at her phone camera.
"You ever been?" I ask, equally fidgety with my appearance.
"Yes, nice place, but we'll probably go clubbing after."
I raise my eyebrows at her, sighing, before leaning against her shoulder.
"Will you keep me from getting drunk?"
"Can't save you, darling.."
Yeah, y/n is an absolutely a goner. Everyone within meters of her is aware of it, though to her, her limit has not even been reached yet.
She throws her head back as she downs another shot of- she doesn't even know. She took and gulped down anything that was handed to her by her best friend.
All she knows is- it burns in the back of her throat- like a fucking bitch. She doesn't even stop to think about why she's doing it, all she's been wanting to do, is take her mind off work and university. The opportunity was presented to her in a shot glass, and who would refuse?
A smart, responsible person, probably...
"Go dance with him.." y/n mutters, wiping the spilled and dribbling alcohol off her chin. Eagerly pushing her friend in Trent's direction.
The football player had invited the both of them for a reason, and to drunk y/n this was a good opportunity to play Cupido.
"No! I want to dance with you." Her friend replies, grabbing y/n's wrist.
"Go! You can dance with me anytime, go now!" She ushers, pushing Amira away with all the strength in her arms.
She giggles to herself when she notices Trent grab Amira's hand, feeling like her mission was partially accomplished.
Though, her happiness is short-lived when she curses herself. Her feet were practically going numb due to the stilettos her stylist bestie had forced her to wear.
To forget the uncomfortable feeling, she decided to get another drink. She clutches onto her handbag, starting to walk- or stumble towards the bartender.
She knew how to have fun on her own, there was no problem in that regard.
"Oh, fuck- sorry.." She slurs, looking up when her forehead collides with a hard chest. She makes immediate eye contact with a completely sober Jude, he raises a questioning brow, taking her disheveled appearance in.
"I take it back.." She loudly says, pushing past him to get to the bar. Loud music drums into her ears, causing her senses to tingle.
She's about to order a drink, but before she has the opportunity to speak, she's rudely interrupted by someone.
"A whisky neat, for the beauty here.." Someone says, she turns her head in a flash. Fucking pissed, a man dared to speak for her and over her.
It's a young man, around her age- slightly older judging from his appearance. His brown hair is slicked back with an estimated ten kilograms of hairgel, along with the tackiest combination of a white button-down and- skinny jeans.
"No, thank you!" y/n replies waving her hand and shouting over the loud music. She blinks a multitude of times, trying to clear her vision and mind.
"What'd ya mean, luv? Not suited to your taste?"
"I'm not interested.." She says, turning away from him and ordering her own drink. Fidgeting with the clasp of her bag and pulling bills out of her wallet.
"Oh, come on. Can't you see how much of a catch I am?" the douchebag insists, pointing up and down his frame.
She rolls her eyes at the words. This time her eyes might stay there permanently because the stranger continues repeating the corniest of words.
"No, thank you.." She repeats, taking a huge gulp of her pink Cosmo, looking away, and continuing to ignore him.
Should she start barking like a rabid dog to scare him off?
"Come on, babygirl... Would it hurt to smile for me?”
She almost chokes on her drink at the words. Eyes hazy and unfocused, one thing she's sure of- this man is about to get a taste of her leather handbag.
"Does it look like I'm interested?!" Her voice isn't loud, though her tone is sharp and full of irritation. She takes a step back, giving him the most repulsed look.
"I like my women feisty and alluring like you.." The guys persist, placing a nasty hand on her hip, a little too close to her backside.
"Get your filthy hand off me.." She demands, the grip on her glass tightening. Her brows furrow and her mood drops tremendously fast.
"Your words are sharp, but your body seems to be enjoying this. Let loose for me, sweetheart. Won’t ya?” His breath reeks of the most pungent alcohol she’s ever smelled, and his hand keeps inching closer to her bottom.
'Oh, fuck no' she thinks, placing the glass on the bar table. Readjusting her grip on her bag.
"Can you fuckin' let go of her?" She hears a loud voice say, Brum accent thick, but it's already too late.
She moves her handbag behind her, creating a good distance for maximum impact, before using all her force to hit the guy square in the face. The contact makes a loud noise, and surprisingly enough, it's detectable over the insanely loud music.
The guy immediately retreats, stumbling a couple steps back in shock. He cradles his head, screams of agony leaving his disgustingly filthy mouth.
"I said no- didn't I? Are you fucking deaf?!" She curses, temperature rising as she breathes in harshly. She can't even register what's happening- but he deserved it and had it coming.
"Let’s go..” A familiar voice exclaims, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her towards the restroom. He pulls her into the unisex section, locking the door behind them.
She struggles against him, her heels tripping and scratching against the floor. The now blood-stained handbag slips out of her hand, dropping to the floor.
"Let me go! You fucking creep! I swear, I'll bite it off!" She shouts, eyes shut tightly, as she hits his rock-hard chest multiple times. Hand squeezed up in a tight fist as she keeps trying to get out of his hold.
"y/n!" He shouts, trying to get her to look at him. He doesn't know the full story of what happened. All he saw was the guy touching her, putting his hands on her, and he was sent flying with a blow to the face.
Jude is impressed, though that's not his main thought or concern when y/n is fighting him as if he's the guy who was bothering her.
She’s drunk, but still recognizes his voice. The way he pronounces her name, not with venom and hatred per usual. No, instead, with the upmost panic and concern. He wants to snap her out of it, back to reality, back to him.
Her eyes snap open, arms held tightly by Jude. His fingers digging into her skin. Both of his hands keeping her up and steady.
"Jude?" She mumbles, looking up at him with the widest eyes imaginable. Her mascara running down her hot and sweaty face. Her favorite lipstick smudged at the corner of her mouth.
"It's me, you're good." He replies, noticing the faraway look in her eyes. His voice softens, lowering to a gentle decibel. Unlike the booming and ear-deafening music and conversations outside of the enclosed space they're in.
"Sit.." he gestures, pointing to the restroom countertop. She looks up, blinking repeatedly, she's not thinking of sitting when her mind and thoughts are still hazy and in fight or flight mode.
"Can I lift you up?" Jude suddenly asks, his hands leaving her arms. It sends a surge of extra adrenaline through her body, but she nods absentmindedly, looking away.
Jude takes a deep breath, hands reaching to the back of her thighs. He lifts her up easily, placing her on the countertop. His biceps flex under his sleeves, a frustrated noise leaving his lips.
y/n sniffles, the shock of it all sobering her up a bit. She raises her head, looking up at him. He stands in front of her, practically in between her legs.
He looks away, grabbing a paper towel from the roll and handing it to her.
"Here, wipe your- nose.." He mumbles, watching her. He walks away and grabs her bag off the floor, meticulously wiping the blood away with a dampened paper towel.
"Fucking bastard.." Jude mutters underneath his breath, venom on the tip of his tongue, as anger rushes through his veins. Though, y/n had practically handled it all on her own. Even in her drunk- mess of a state, she’d managed to break the lowlife’s nose and his ego.
The only thing that kept him from running out and breaking the bastard’s limb was the image of him already suffering and withering on the ground. Bloody, broken nose making him look so pathetic and disgusting, like the person he genuinely is.
y/n wipes her nose, eyes wet and irritated. The pounding in her head seems to increase as she struggles to hold her tears back. Although, she’d kept sort of calm in the moment, her heart was hammering in her chest. She could stand up for herself, that was no problem. It was the fact that she wasn’t fully coherent, which made her feel absolute terror in the moment.
All of the mixed emotions and alcohol make the nauseating feeling in her chest and stomach worse. Her eyes flutter for a moment, and she gags, clamping her hand over her mouth.
The noise alerts Jude, it takes him out of his murderous and aggressive thoughts. He looks up, immediately holding his hands out to her.
"Are you going to be sick?" He asks, eyebrows raised. She nods, hand still clasped around her mouth. Her mouth salivates, an imminent sign of needing to puke. It prompts Jude to help her down the countertop, his hands on both of her sides.
When her feet hit the floor, she practically leaps over to the toilet, retching and heaving over the toilet bowl. A warm hand is placed on her nape and forehead, trying to put pressure on those parts to stabilize her.
A choked sob leaves her dry lips, sweat beginning to glisten on her forehead. There was nothing she hated more than throwing up, the way it made her feel weak and out of control was an absolute nightmare to her.
"It's alright.." She hears, the soft whisper reaching her thumping ears. She takes a breath, squeezing her eyes tightly before heaving again. Her body shakes as all fluids leave her stomach, and the pungent smell of stomach acid makes her condition even worse.
It's all a blur, like a foggy fever dream. The only thing she can register are the sweet words reaching her burning ears. Full of reassurance and gentleness while she felt like she was losing her mind in the moment.
I hold back a gasp as my eyes land on the photo on my Instagram feed. I immediately sit up from my chair. My jaw slacks open as I read the caption.
"Jude Bellingham and alleged girlfriend spotted getting cozy after Australia friendly."
"The 20-year-old Madrid star seemed pretty happy to see his name and number on her shirt. The moment was captured by attendees, who provided us with pictures of the athlete's parents and his alleged lover having a seemingly very nice conversation. It seems like Mrs. and Mr. Bellingham approve."
"The identity of the young woman hasn't been revealed or confirmed as of yet. With some speculation about her father having close ties to Real Madrid CF."
I resist the urge to cry my eyes out at the association and immediately stand up from my desk. Practically skipping steps when running down the stairs, almost running into a group of fellow staff members.
My eyes dart around the cafeteria to spot the douche I needed to find. I make a beeline towards him as I watch him interact with the other players.
"I'm sorry, guys. I need him for a quick moment."
I say not waiting for anyone to answer. I grab onto Jude's upper arm and drag him out of the cafeteria. I hear some teasing whistles behind us, but I ignore them as I pull him into one of the small meditation rooms.
"What are you even doing-" he begins, but I cut him off as I shove my phone into his face. Showing him the photos and the caption which will probably keep me up tonight.
"What the fuck is this, huh?" I ask, raising my brows. Analyzing his facial expression as I fold my arms defensively.
I expect him to frown, get angry, get upset, but instead-
He fucking smirks, an amused chuckle leaving his lips. He snatches my phone, fingers tapping to read the comments on the post.
"Really? Is this a laughing matter to you?" I exclaim, ready to have a mental breakdown, while he just continues scrolling through the comments, starting to read them out loud.
"Not his usual type."
"He can do better."
I grunt, snatching my phone out of his hands, annoyed.
"I can play this game too, idiot!" I say, scrolling through the comments as well.
"He must be crazy, she's too pretty for him." I begin, passive aggressively reading positive comments about myself. I look up at him, watching him roll his eyes as he shoves his hands in his pocket.
"Well? What are you going to do about it?" I say, turning my phone off.
"What can I do about it?"
"This is your fault? If you weren't annoying me with your stupid antics, they wouldn't have made these speculations."
"You engaged in my 'stupid antics'!"
"Ugh- just send a cease and desist letter or something!"
"It's an Instagram gossip page, not a damn newspaper!"
I huff in annoyance, pacing around the small room.
"Can't you like- deny rumors?"
"I'm a football player, not a reality TV personality! They speculate about everything in my life already. Why would I deny them this time around?"
"Is that a question you really want an answer to?"
"Come on! What bad does it do you to be tied to me? Only good if you ask me.." He shrugs, and I don't miss the smirk on his face.
"Never mind, I'll ask my dad to handle it!" I say, walking past him to push the door open. I close my eyes in annoyance when it doesn't budge.
"You need to pull.." I hear Jude speak, the smile on his face practically audible from behind me.
"Fuck off.." I mutter seething in anger, pushing the door open and leaving him behind in the meditation room.
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Now You're In My Life - Part 5
catch up here
pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader
word count: 3.5k
summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down.
warnings: some curse words, but other than that it's tame.
a/n: hey gang, remember how fluffy this has been? well, we took a bit of a turn at the end here. sorry about that. i promise, i'm going to fix it though!
*i say it's a plus size reader, while i don't focus a lot on that aspect (because your size should not define you), it will come up, so i just wanted to be upfront about it.
tags (thank you forever, from the bottom of my icy cold heart to anyone who has asked to be tagged, or interacted/read this story at all. it means the absolute world to me.): @allthelovehes @ameerakane20 @ash-craze @bethanysnow @blue-ballad @brightlightsinlife @cute-as-ducks420 @gem1712 @golden-hoax @groovychaosavenue @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @n0vaj3an @stylesfever @superchrystaldrug @tenaciousperfectionunknown @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @youknowwhaaat
Your eyes flutter open as you stretch the sleep out of your body. You reach the king sized bed, pulling your phone off the nightstand to check the time. Instead, you are distracted by a text notification. It’s from Harry. You rub the sleep from your eyes so that you can read the message carefully and unlock the phone.
I know you said you were just tired, but it felt like more than that. I want to be your safe space, but understand if you are hesitant. I won’t bring it up again, just know that I’m here for you. I’ll see you in a few hours.
He sent that text at four in the morning. You had Harry so worried about you that instead of resting for his show, he was thinking about you. You needed to find a balance, you didn’t want to get any more attached to him than you already were, but you also didn’t want to be a distraction from his tour.
You got out of bed and started getting ready, the whole time coming up with a plan for the best way to get through the day. You decided that you had to just go back to how things were this time yesterday. It was your last day with Harry anyway, if this was going to be your last memory of him, it might as well be a good one.
You hadn’t been told what time to get to the venue today, so you figured you were supposed to get there around the same time as yesterday. Since you had some time to kill, you relaxed on the bed in your leggings and a tank top, watching television until you had to get dressed and head out.
You were startled by a knock on the door, you weren’t expecting anyone and you definitely had your do not disturb sign up. You approached the entrance and leaned up, looking through the peephole. It was Harry, his hands were behind his back, and he seemed nervous.
You took a deep breath before opening the door. He looked at you with a questioning expression, and you smiled softly at him, signaling that you were better. He sighed in relief and removed his hands from behind his back, unveiling two Starbucks cups.
“Trick or treat!” He says, his dimples on full display.
“Aww Harry, that was really sweet but I don’t–”
“Drink coffee,” he interrupted you. “You told me. It's hot chocolate, the only hot drink you like.” He extended one of the drinks in your direction.
Fuck, this was going to be a hard day.
“Thanks,” you took it with a smile.
As you turned to walk back in the room, Harry cleared his throat, you turned to see he hadn’t entered yet. “What, are you some kind of vampire or something? I’ve gotta invite you in?”
“Nope, just waiting for my delivery fee.” He arched a brow and tapped his lips with his index finger.
You chuckle and step up to him, placing your lips to his. “Good morning, Harry.”
“Good morning, princess.” He smiled before pulling you in again, kissing you deeper this time. “Now, let’s see this room, shall we?”
You guide Harry inside, he lets out a low whistle as he take a look around. “Nice digs.”
“It’s fine, I’m sure it’s not half as nice as the hotel you’re staying in.” You take a quick glance around the room in case there’s anything you might not want Harry to see.
“Oh, I’m not in a hotel. I have an apartment here.” His eyes catch it before you do, there’s a panic in your face as you rush to the bed, but he gets there first. “Who do we have here?” He pulls a stuffed fox off the bed and looks it over.
You snatch it out of his hands, your face going bright red. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Hey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, princess.” He brushes a stray hair behind your ear.
Your gaze drops to the floor, but he puts his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I uh… ugh, this is going to sound so lame and needy.”
“Try me,” he encouraged.
“When I sleep, I need to have my arms around something. I’m a hug sleeper, so I sleep with that every night.” You look back down at the floor.
“I knew you were a snuggler,” he smiled, pulling the fox from your hands and dropping it on the bed before pulling you in close. “I’m going to get you a body pillow with my picture on it. It seems like the only logical solution.” You laugh into his chest and he holds on tighter. “I love making you laugh.” He placed a kiss on the crown of your head.
“So did you come by just to deliver me a hot chocolate?” You change the subject.
“Nah, we don’t have to be at the venue until later, so I thought we could go out. Maybe grab a quick lunch, sightseeing, something like that?”
“That sounds fun. Should I bring my costume for tonight?” You move to your closed while you talk, pulling a long sleeved tee out and over your head.
“Sure, we can drop it off there on the way. One less thing to worry about later.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, smiling when he looks at the screen. “Goddamned paparazzi.” He laughed.
“Is everything okay?” You ask, taking a seat at the desk to slide your shoes on.
“Great actually. Did you know we were being filmed last night?” He holds up his phone, showing you the pictures that Jeff took in Harry’s dressing room. “How cute are we?”
“The cutest,” you reply, feeling yourself get emotional at the pictures. That moment meant everything to you, and there was photographic evidence of it.
Harry sends you the pictures and the two of you go on your way. He once again insists on carrying your backpack for you. After dropping it off at MSG, you head to Central Park. Harry’s hand seems glued to yours the whole time. Though you heard a few ‘is that Harry Styles?’ mumbles and some gasps as you travel the streets, people were respectful for the most part, giving you both your space.
“Y/N?” A voice calls as you stroll through the park.
You and Harry both freeze. “How is it that I’m the celebrity, and you’re the one people are calling for in the streets?” He whispers to you as you turn around.
Your eyes go wide, and you break into a grin when you see your good friend Andy approaching you. “It is you! You didn’t tell me you were going to be in town!” He wraps you in a bear hug and lifts you off the ground.
“It was a last minute thing,” you respond as he places your feet back on the ground.
“Are you here for a concert or a show?”
“I… uh,” you know if you say concert, he’s going to ask you who, and you’re not sure how to even begin to tackle that. “Uh… a boy actually.” You shrug with a blush.
Harry takes that as his cue. “Hello, I’m Harry.”
The men shake hands and Andy looks at you curiously, you know what he’s asking and nod your head. You fall into a bit of small talk, and Harry excuses himself to use the bathroom, allowing you and Andy to catch up for a bit.
“Y/N, are you dating Harry Styles?” Andy asks once Harry is out of earshot.
“I honestly have no fucking idea,” you answer, shrugging your shoulders.
“It sure seems like you are, he’s kind of all over you.”
You blush, loving the idea that other people see Harry being affectionate with you. If other people see it, maybe it is something more. You redirect the conversation, afraid to dig too deep into your feelings for Harry, and speculations on his feelings for you.
Before long Harry returns, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Princess,” Andy shoots you a knowing look at Harry’s nickname, you shrug him off. “But I think we should be going.” He nods to a few people standing around who have started to pull out their phones, undoubtedly to take pictures and videos of him.
He knew he was being filmed, but he was still openly affectionate with you. That’s not nothing.
You said your goodbyes to Andy and went on your way, stopping for a quick slice of pizza before moving on to the Garden. They didn’t have a full sound check like they had the previous day, but there were a couple of songs they wanted to run through before the show.
Much like the previous day, Harry made sure you weren’t too far from his side the entire time; watching rehearsals from the stage, hanging out with the band and crew at craft services, and even a little makeout session in Harry’s dressing room, until you kicked him out so that you could start getting in your costume.
He begged to stay at least while you did your hair and makeup, but you insisted it would give everything away. When he pouted and complained, you reminded him that it was his idea to surprise each other with your costumes. You laughed when he stomped out of the room like a child having a temper tantrum.
You were pretty nervous about this costume, it was a bit of a departure from your princess costume the night before. It was either going to be a huge hit or a fantastic bomb. You gave yourself one final look in the mirror, hitting your hair with a little more texturizer before texting Harry that you were ready. Before he could get to you, you went into the bathroom and shut the door, allowing yourself the opportunity for a proper reveal.
“Let’s have a look,” Harry said as he entered the room. His face dropped when you were nowhere to be found. He saw that the bathroom door was closed and ran over tapping on it softly. “Princess? C’mon out. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
You take a deep breath, turning the knob and stepping out into the dressing room. Running your hands through your hair and flopping it to your right side. You stand frozen in place, waiting for Harry’s reaction.
He studied you carefully, starting with your messy hair and running down to the white t-shirt with rolled sleeves, and tight black skinny jeans down to your brown Chelsea boots. “Are you…”
“I’m you,” you said tentatively. “Well, I mean like old you. Young you? One Direction you.” The words spill out of your mouth so quickly you don’t even know what you’re saying.
Harry remained silent as he stepped up to you to get a closer look. He walked around you, wanting to see the costume from all angles. He stopped when he got to your left arm, lifting it and examining it closely. “You even have the tattoos.” He marveled.
“I uh… yeah. I cut up a pair of tights to draw them on.” You answer nervously. “Is it… are you…”
“This may be the greatest costume I’ve ever seen.” He says. You look over and see his wide, dimpled grin. “You look… I mean wow.” He ran his fingers through his hair.
“Really?”
“Absolutely. There is one problem though.” Your brows round in question. “It’s a little alarming how much this is turning me on.” You burst out laughing, swatting at his chest, he grabs your wrist and pulls you close, cupping your cheek with his free hand. “I’m not joking.” He says just before pulling you into a heated kiss.
Harry practically dragged you down the hall, eager to show everyone your costume. You felt a huge relief knowing Harry liked your costume, it was just icing on the cake that everyone else went wild for it as well. They were all taking pictures of you while Harry tried to instruct you on how to pose and what face to make to be the most authentic.
Once the excitement of your reveal died down, everyone went their separate ways to get ready for the show. You sat on the couch in Harry’s dressing room, scrolling through your phone as he changed in the bathroom.
The sound of the door opening pulled your attention, you looked up and smiled as he moved towards you in a sea of ruffles.
“Well?” He held his arms out and did a quick spin to show off the costume.
You chuckled as you jumped up and ran over to him, playing with the ruffles around his neck. “Very bouncy. This is going to look amazing on stage. Especially with the way you move around.”
“Ah, so you’ve noticed my moves?” He says slyly.
“Well you drag me to these shows to watch you perform, I kind of can’t help it.” You say sarcastically, making him laugh and pull you close, smothering you with kisses.
“I’m going to make you a fan whether you like it or not,” he joked.
You’re interrupted by a knock at the door, notifying Harry that he needs to start making his way to the stage. He gives you one last lingering kiss before taking your hand and leading you out of the room.
Walking a few steps behind him, you finally catch a glimpse of the back of his costume. “This part kind of looks like a diaper though,” you chuckle.
He turns around, eyeing you curiously, you tap your hand against his rear and he arches a brow at you. “Does it? Or were you just looking for an excuse to touch my bum?”
“I have moves too,” you shrug.
Harry smirks, shaking his head at you. “I’ve noticed.”
You're led to the same area you were in the night before, waiting for the show to begin. A lot of people seemed to notice you, you had people calling out to you telling you how much they loved your costume, a few even snapped some pictures. It was sweet, but you hate having attention on you, so you were a bit uncomfortable.
Jeff noticed and stepped a little closer to you. “I know it’s weird, but you’ll get used to it.”
You smiled and nodded politely, but you knew there was nothing to get used to. After tonight, you’d go home and the past week will all just be some crazy memory. Harry would just be a memory.
The show was electric, the crowd was rowdier than you had seen at the other shows, and you could tell Harry was absolutely feeding off their energy. He would glance your way often, offering a wink or a smile which you would happily return. When his eyes traveled in your direction during What Makes You Beautiful, he could barely contain his laughter, looking at you, dressed like him during that period of his life.
When the opening notes of Sign of the Times started, you were hit with the realization that your time with Harry was coming to an end. You had done a good job of keeping your feelings at bay, but the truth of the matter is that you had fallen in love over the last seven days, and when you woke up in the morning it was all going to be over.
You hadn’t even noticed that you started crying until you saw Harry’s face drop when he looked at you. He immediately pulled the microphone from the stand and moved to your side of the stage. You brought your hand up and wiped away the tears, he held up a tentative thumbs up, asking if you were alright. You nodded in response, but he didn’t move. You took a deep breath, wiping away some more tears before returning the thumbs up. He smiled softly at you before moving on. He would continue to shoot you worried glances for the remainder of the show.
When you got back to Harry’s dressing room the door was already shut, you assumed it was because Harry was in there. You knocked gently, Harry immediately called for you to come in.
He was pulling his hoodie on as you entered. When his head popped out, your eyes immediately locked and he gave you a sad smile, “Was I really that bad?” He said, trying to keep the mood light.
You shook your head with a humorless chuckle. “No, I think that was the best of the three.” You say, referencing the three shows you had been to.
“All the shows you’ve been to have been the best ones,” you eye him curiously. “You being there makes me better, I want to impress you.”
“Mission accomplished.” You say quietly, you were barely able to hear yourself over the sound of your heart breaking.
“Excellent, I’ll announce my retirement immediately.” He joked. When you didn’t laugh, his face fell and he stepped up to you, placing his hands on your hips. “Hey,” you keep your eyes trained on the floor, afraid you’ll fall apart if you look at him. He lifts your gaze, kissing away the stray tear that had broken loose. “Talk to me, princess. What’s wrong?”
You shrug, taking a shuddered breath to try to compose yourself. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh,” he coos softly. “You don’t ever have to apologize to me for expressing your feelings. I just want to know what’s wrong so I can help.”
“I… I just…” Your breath hitching with each word.
Harry guides you to the couch, sitting you down before sitting beside you and wrapping you in his arms. “Take your time, I’m right here.” He holds you, rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“It’s so stupid, I’m not this girl, I don’t do this.” You mumble between sobs. “I just, it hit me that I’ve gotta go home tomorrow, and you’re going to fly off and keep touring, and I’m just really going to miss you.”
“Oh honey,” he squeezed you tighter. “I’m going to miss you too.”
“Really?”
Harry pulls back, taking your face in his hands. His heart sinks when he sees your red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. “So. Much.” He punctuates each word with a kiss on your lips. “But just because we aren’t going to be in the same place doesn’t mean you’re getting rid of me. I’m still going to blow up your phone every day, and FaceTime you after every show. Though I’m heading to the west coast, so the calls will be a little later.”
He gives you a wink, making you laugh. “There’s that beautiful laugh.” He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe your tears and pulls you close to kiss your forehead. “We still have a little time. We can spend it crying and already missing each other, or I can take you back to your hotel and we can watch a silly movie, or just talk, whatever your sweet little heart wants.”
You nod, surging forward and crashing your lips against his, pouring all your feelings into the kiss. He returns it with just as much fervor. You pull away breathlessly, sighing at the sight of Harry’s wide grin. You can tell he’s about to say something stupid.
“Except for that you little minx,” he chuckles. “There’s not nearly enough time for us to do that properly.”
You laugh, ignoring the butterflies that stirred at the thought of taking things further with Harry. He was right, this wasn’t the time for that. Besides, leaving him was already going to be hard enough.
You changed out of your costume and went with Harry back to your hotel. You put on the television, but it was mostly just there for background noise, you two stayed up until sunrise talking. Whenever Harry would see your mood start to shift, he would hit you with one of his corny jokes, doing whatever he could to make you smile.
When it was finally time for your goodbyes, they were tearful and much more emotional than you had planned. You had hoped that you had gotten it all out of your system after the show, but as soon as he stood from the bed, your emotional dam burst once again.
It was a long goodbye, Harry doing everything he could to make sure you were alright. There were plenty of hugs, whispered ‘I’ll miss you’s and promises of seeing each other soon. Then, with one final kiss, Harry was gone. You watched him as he walked down the hallway, before he turned the corner, he looked back once more blowing you a kiss which you pretended to catch and place on your cheek. He shook his head and pointed at his lips before blowing another kiss, this time when you caught it, you placed it on your lips. He gave you that signature smile once more, paired with a thumbs up, and just like that, he was gone. It was a perfectly Harry way to say goodbye, and it left you perfectly heartbroken.
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ok but 1dbandmate!yn with niall at harry's show 😭
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A/N: um...ouch. This actually turned out longer than expected, enjoy! 💚
SUMMARY: There's a familiar face in the crowd at Harry's Love On Tour show in Dublin. (1.8k)
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YN is on her own tour as of right now but both her and Harry go to each other's shows whenever they can. And whenever she gets a chance to go see her fiancé perform, she usually stands in the wings of the stage or in the box seating when Anne came. When he was performing in smaller arenas for his earlier shows on tour, she would stand (dance) near the pit. Sometimes interacting with fans whenever she could, which she and the fans absolutely loved because as we all know yn, too, is a major harrie.
But crowd interactions like that can't be so easily done when he's performing in sold out stadiums.
But exceptions are made for a reason.
There's some time left before Harry officially has to start heading out backstage.
YN is with him as always, already dressed and sitting on one of the leather couches in the green room while her fiancé puts on his shoes on a tiny green ottoman next to her. The two were in the middle of a conversation when Gemma suddenly gets a text message, excusing herself from talking with Jeff and walks right up to her future sister-in-law.
"Hey, YN. We should probably head up to our seats now."
YN furrows her eyebrows and looks at the clock on her phone with a pout to her lips. "We still got some time, Gem. Y'know we can get to the box in a couple of minutes."
"S'just, I'm getting a little nervous from all those people. S'a big crowd out there from what I've heard." Gemma lets out a nervous chuckle. "Not to make you nervous or anything, H."
"You're gonna to go down the private halls, sis. Don't gotta worry about anything." It really takes everything in her not to roll her eyes as the couple innocently looks up at her, trying to send secret mind signals to YN to just comply.
Gemma takes a hold of YN's hand and gently but forcefully makes her get up from her seat.
"Ok, you got me. I just want to spend time with my future sister-in-law without so many people in the room. And you've been hogging her all day, let the girl breathe." Gemma quickly says, pulling her towards the door. Harry lifts his hands up with a glare towards his older sister.
"Oi!"
"Ok, ok, m'going. Just one sec." YN giggles, letting go of her hand before going over and bending down to her pouting fiancé to cup his cheeks. "You're gonna do amazing. Have fun, okay? I love you so much."
She gives him a big kiss, letting out a dramatic "Mwah!" that makes the dimples dig into his cheeks.
"Love you so much it hurts." He tells her, grabbing her forearms to lean up for another kiss. "One more."
YN gives in with a giggle as this goes on for another two kisses.
"Ew, ok none of that." Gemma pulls the two away as Harry continues to blow kisses her way until she's out of sight. The two women walk with their arms linked together, security surrounding them as they get escorted down the many hallways of the stadium. But YN gets a confused look on her face when they start to go away from the box seats and to the general seating area.
"Noah? Where are we going?" YN looks to her head security guard who's been on her team since her One Direction days. As he opens his mouth to respond, Gemma quickly chimes in.
"Oh! I just heard that one of my friends from primary school came to the show. You don’t mind that we make a quick pit stop before heading up, do you?"
YN knows that Gemma knows how risky it can be for her to go down to a crowded area like that. It raises her suspicion but she thinks about interacting with some fans around there. She misses them so much and wouldn't mind talking with a few of them. Even if it is for only a quick second.
"Of course not. If you wanted to see your friend so bad y'could have just told me back there." YN chuckles.
"Eh, you know how my brother is." She waves her off. "Always so protective over you that the mere thought of you going into a big crowd scares him. I wasn't lying, you need to breathe out for a sec, hon."
YN can't argue with her. Harry is always making sure his security is with her almost everywhere she goes if hers is not with her at the moment. And whenever she's away, he's calling or texting her to make sure she's safe. As much as she tells him to not check up on her so much, she can't help but secretly love it. She's a stubborn thing, claiming that she can handle herself in certain situations and doesn't need anyone—let alone a man—to protect her. But whenever he gets protective, possessive, over her, the butterflies get released inside of her belly. And it's one of things she loves most about him. She just loves him.
"You're thinking about him right now,, aren't you? Ugh, you guys are so in love it's stupid sometimes." Gemma teases. YN just laughs with a love sick smile as they begin to approach the seating area of the stadium. Once they’re led to their section, the security guards stay on the ledge above the lower seats. Gemma starts to walk down the steps first, YN following in tow.
She can hear some of the fans screaming when they spot her and YN gives a quick wave before watching her step. YN looks around and takes in how big the place is. It’s like it was yesterday that she was performing here, not only as a solo artist, but with her other four brothers.
YN sees Gemma come to a stop, smiling and waving to who she assumes is the friend she was talking about earlier. She’s getting ready to introduce herself when she sees an all too familiar face.
Niall stands up from his seat and gives a quick hug to Gemma before his eyes land on her.
YN’s breath catches up in her throat at her friend. They haven’t seen each other in person for almost two years and her heart just might burst open in excitement.
“Niall, y’little shit.” He just laughs and it instantly ignites one of her own. She doesn’t think twice about walking into his extended arms.
“Hiya, honey. How are yeh?” He smiles into the shell of her ear, loud enough over the screaming crowd. His arms encircle the tops of her shoulders and the bottom of her chin digs into his shoulder. She’s absolutely over the moon to see him again, so indescribably happy to get one of Niall's infamous hugs. So why do her eyes start to get all watery?
“M’doing so much better now that you’re here.” She sighs out, her voice betrays her as it begins to wobble a bit. He doesn’t tease her like she thought he would. Niall just tightens his hold on her and sways them a bit.
It’s not long before he pulls back a bit and thumbs away the rogue tears from her eyes. They both chuckle at their situation and it feels like no time has passed between them. She gets introduced to his girlfriend before they both take a seat. Gemma has taken a seat in the row in front of them with her boyfriend and hasn’t stopped smiling at the success of her and Niall’s surprise.
It warms the fans’ hearts to see how they two have been talking non-stop since they’ve sat down. They’ve been laughing so much and so hard that they’re left wondering what they could possibly be talking about to make Niall lean forward with his eyes pinched shut and YN twist in her seat with a hand to her stomach.
After they’ve calmed down a bit, Niall lets out a sigh as he looks out to the stage in front of them. “Isn’t that crazy? It feels like it was just yesterday we were all here, huh?”
“I was thinking the exact same thing on the way down here!”
“Were yeh?” He chuckles to a giggling YN as she nods her head. “And now look at us.”
“Look at us.”
“Who woulda thunk?”
“Not me.”
“Definitely not me.” The two begin to laugh again. Niall takes a sip of beer before saying, “We’re all grown up now.”
YN gives him a coy look with a quick raise of her eyebrows before taking a sip of her own drink. “Some of us have.”
It doesn’t take much to pick up what she meant. It’s been nearly impossible not to hear about what Liam said in his recent podcast interview.
He takes YN’s hand in his, the gesture making her look to his serious expression. “YN, y’really fuckin’ incredible. You and I both know I don’t need to tell you that. Or tell yeh to just block out toxic people.” Niall shrugs his shoulders and gestures out the crowd. “Just look where y’are. You’ve been performing here by yourself before any one of us. V’been meaning to tell yeh how proud I am of you. My baby sister.”
YN just tucks her lips in and nods, trying her hardest to not start tearing up again. She just rests her head on his shoulder with their hands still intertwined.
“M’proud of you too, Nialler. I don’t tell you as often as I think about it.”
“Whatever, you’ve won like 10 Grammys already. No need to patronize me.” And that makes them both throw a fit of giggles again.
The fans capture every second they can of the other two members of One Direction when their attention isn’t on Harry performing. But all eyes go directly to Niall and YN as What Makes You Beautiful begins to play. Niall is just beaming while YN’s just wiping away her happy tears all the while they have an arm around each other.
They make sure to leave their seats before the show ends so they can all go backstage and to Harry’s dressing room.
Everyone’s chatting amongst themselves when the door opens and YN is quick to embrace her fiancé.
“You did so good, baby.” She says after kissing his sweaty cheek.
“Thank you, lovie. Where were you? I was looking up at the box and couldn’t spot...” Harry’s words trail off when he looks over YN’s shoulder to the rest of the people in the room. Well, to someone in particular.
The two men don’t say anything but the smiles of their faces say enough. And for the millionth time tonight, YN’s trying to blink back the tears threatening to escape her eyes as she watches them share a big hug.
Just when she thinks it couldn’t get any better, Harry extends a hand out to her and Niall beckons her over with a nod of his head. She doesn’t hesitate to join the group hug and can’t help the one word from popping up in her mind: family.
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I love the Batsis that’s obsessed with cat woman, can we see how she Interacts with Selina in person?
A/N: OMG IM LITERALLY SO GLAD U ASKED. Also, sorry if this took a long time to answer!!
Oh and ur like 13 or 12 in this and Bruce and Selina are in a relationship (sorry if this was a stupid thing to metion)
I feel like it definitely depends on the situation, yk?
By that I mean whether or not batsis knows about Selina being Catwoman
If she doesn't know about it, she'll definitely fangirl about it to her
Since nobody else in the manor wants to talk about it, she's your last resort
It doesn't make her uncomfortable tho, she actually finds it kinda amusing
Like
Can you imagine your boyfriends daughter fangiling about how hot, badass, cool, and iconic you are without even knowing they're fangirling over you?
She'd listen closely to every word you say, pride swelling up in her chest
"She's so cool! I'm honestly kinda jealous of Batman." She smirked and looked over her shoulder at you before responding.
"Really? How so?" She asked curiously.
"I dunno man, I think it's the fact that he gets to hang out with her everyday. If I ever see batman I'm gonna ask him for her number."
"Hang on, how old are you? And how do you know Bruce won't blow up?" You stopped chewing on your cereal for a second, thinking about what you'd say next
"First of all, Bruce should be proud of me! I just got the phone number of one of the hottest and most iconic people to ever live. If he doesn't feel proud or at the very least jealous, I don't know how he'd feel" you shrugged mindlessly
"Ok, but how old are you?"
"... old enough"
Your definitely her favorite, but she'll never admit it
About the body pillow...
She'd probably buy you more just to piss off Bruce (he had no idea you bought it)
She'd also buy you a bunch of merchandise of her
This includes shirts, shoes, pants, hats, pillows, underwear, glasses, posters, socks, etc.
Are you sad?? Don't worry, she has a catwoman mug in her purse custom made just for you :))
On the other hand, if you already know who she is, it's gonna be a bit of a mess
You'd definitely figure it out after fangirling about her for almost 6 months
You'd feel a bit embarrassed for a second before quickly recovering and going back to normal (for the most part)
To say the least, you'd constantly try to get her number or at the very least flirt with her
You know those tiktoks talking abt poetic rizz? Just imagine that if they were brought to life and now it's you
You'd follow her around the halls of the manor and batcave while reading out one of the latest poems you either read or made just for her
She ends up having to stiffle a laughe whenever your reading it to her and Bruce comes in with a huge frown on his face
He'd tell you to stop only for you to continue shortly after he leaves the room
" I would rather swim in a stormy sea than sail calm waters without yo-" you were quickly interrupted when Bruce came busting through the door with a huge frown on his face
"Stop it! She's almost 20 years older than you, leave her alone"
"Oh my bad, I'll stop" you answered dryly
"Good" He said sternly before walking out the room, leaving you and Selina alone. You turned around to look at her with a cocktail smirk, "I think he's jealous I'm trying to steal his girl and it's actually working ;)"
Yea no Bruce absolutely hates it
He doesn't like the fact that her daughter is getting more attention from his gf than him😭😭
But he knows that she'd never leave him for a 13 year old girl with amazing rizz like you, right?
... right?
Every time she comes back from a mission without you, you'd ask he about it
You'll listen intently to every word she says, making tiny comments every now and then
Once you turn 18, you'd rent an apartment and let her know so she can visit whenever she wants (yea ur still obsessed with her)
One time, you ended up not going on patrol for a whole week because you were sickand she came to visit you with chicken soup in her hands
You thanked her profusely and kept on offering her some stuff like water or food but she always declined
She was your guest after all
Am iconic one at that
She'd watch movies with you for a while before eventually forcing you to sleep
Then next day she'd invite you to go rob some jewelry stores with her, ivy, and harley
Speaking of ivy and harley
they absolutely adore you!!
Ivy never fails to notice how all the plants around you seem to lean into you when you walk past them
Your like a magnet and she seems to have gotten stuck onto you as well
I REALLY HOPE THAT MADE SENSE😭😭
Harley also can't help but notice the way her hyenas cuddle up to your legs whenever you come over to her apartment
She'd smile softly from the kitchen as she watched you play around with Bud and Lou
Oh and Selinas cats also like u
You're actually kinda fond of cats but you've never met any until one day when you can over to Selinas appartment
You'd only ever seen cats on TV or on the internet but never in real life
You were having fun playing around with her 10 cats until you began aggressively sneezing lmao
You ended up spread out on the floor, arms outstretched as the cats began surrounding you
You were still sneezing, just not as bad anymore
That was until one of the cats walked up to your face and began licking your face
You could feel a strong sneeze coming up but you didn't want to scare him away so you ended up having to hold your breath so you wouldnt sneeze
You held it in for such a long time that even Selina wondered how you were still alive
But you couldn't hold it in for too long so you ended up sneezing anyways lmao
Sorry if this was kinda short, should I make a pt.2??
Oh and credits to @thesharktanksdriver , she inspired me to make this and u can tell bc I used the same layout as her. Her writing is amazing and I highly recommend you read it!!
#fake scenarios#fanfiction#batfam x reader#batfam x batsis#selina x bruce#selina x reader#cat woman x reader#headcannons#lovely anon#answered#catwoman#selina wayne#pt2???#im definitely better at headcannons than actuall stories lmao
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Gathering act III: Jaheria’s respite
Emma and I space-sifted to the BRIPE warehouse. To my surprise, Dexter and Connor were there.
when Dexter saw me he began to laugh. which made Connor smack him in the torso.
"Sorry, we heard about yesterday." Connor apologized.
I shrugged and said "No big deal"
Emma turned to me and said, "Really you are going to let him get away with that?"
"Well I can take it on the chin and laugh at him the next time he does something dumb or uncouth or I can hold onto it and let it fester. I chose to wait for the next time." I explain
"What if there isn't a next time?" Emma asks disgustedly
I shrug and say "Well then I lose that trade but it's Dexter Eunbi who is constantly telling him stuff about not being dumb or something like that. Which I guess is a roundabout way of saying "There will be something to laugh at later."
Emma groans as we follow her. I got another text from Mina she was asking if I could help her learn commander.
"Sure I can but are you absolutely sure?" I replied
":). I trust your heart and you love the game so it can't be all bad." was the reply. I had just finished typing when we stopped and Emma asked "DID you hear anything I just said?" I turned to her and responded
"So recently Excalibur has resurfaced, and we need the help of the last three people who have interacted with him. Dexter and Connor's experience was the most recent as one of the Knights of the round had him, and you called me here because I had faced the last true wielder."
"How did you get all of that while chatting on the phone?" Emma asked dumbfounded.
"AUDHD I think?" I said questioningly. Emma chuckled.
"Well, I need you all to recover the weapon and bring it here. I will be going to provide support and that's it. If you need me to talk to someone in a "Normal" way I am your girl." Emma explained
"Okay! Works for me." I exclaimed calmly. Dexter and Connor nodded
"Oh and Tj. Please be careful. Astrid expects you in tip-top shape tomorrow." Emma adds
I nod as we all get ready to go to the warp point. after arriving in Colorado Springs, Colorado I get another text from Mina "I am feeling pulled to Red Blue Green...Tina, I think you called it."
I chuckled and replied "Temur, but don't worry I got you." I text back then I add, "My first recommendation is to start small with Arena. I will send you the link. Please don't buy anything." I text back to her. I get a ;) and a "thank you." before I am called on again.
"We have arrived at the edge of the compound where Excalibur is being held," Emma says
I nod and walk out, and I am shocked to see several KKK flags. I turn to Emma who is bursting at the seams with laughter. I turned to the other two presenters and asked if they knew anything about this. They shake their heads profusely. I nod then turn to Emma again.
"Why would you do this?" I question, and at this point, Emma is still beside herself with laughter.
I checked my phone and saw that Mina had downloaded Arena and sent me a screenshot. I groan seeing she bought the starter pack that came with several packs, some gems, and a pet. I groaned as I typed back to her. I sent her ":( I told you not to buy anything."
"But the cute pet. look at him I named him Mocha," she replied
She also shows me all the packs she got just from booting up the game. "I like the animations." she says as she sends me a screen recording of opening one of the packs where she got a "Miirym Sentinel wyrm". I told her that would be an excellent Red Blue Green commander for her. She sent another ":)" Back my way. as we walk further to the last seen area of Excalibur I get another text that reads. another reads "Oh this is a lot harder than I thought it would be." there was another that said "How do you keep all of the mana stuff squared." "Wait this is just math."
I chuckle reading her texts.
"Man who's got you smiling so bright?" Connor asks.
I catch myself falling for Mina again and internally tell my heart to stop it. "Nothing mostly memes," I respond
Dexter laughs and responds. "I know what your meme smile looks like. that wasn't it. Seriously though tell us your secret is safe with us."
Connor nods in agreement but Astrid turns to me and says "I don't agree to any such principle a secret is only safe with the persons it applies to.."
" I guess I can't then" I respond. Emma laughs and then says
"I am kidding. Go on tell them about your crush on Mina"
Connor and Dexter's eyes widen, "What now?
Emma laughs and says "Well Astrid was telling me how interested in learning Commander she was, and how embarrassed Tj was when everyone else watched."
Connor began to stifle his laugh while Dexter fully indulged. I let it slide until I noticed someone was coming our way. I gave them the universal zip and pointed to the lights coming our way. Dexter and I hid. while Connor (who looked close enough to white) and Emma (who was white) didn't.
I watched in terror as one of the people coming was wielding Excalibur.
"Who are you two?" the man said
"Oh, we are recruits," Emma said on her feet. the man in response said
"You lie recruits aren't due for another three weeks. you're here for our sword."
I race out to grab both of them as the man swings Excalibur and a searing flame burns my eyes. I quickly cover my eyes with slime to prevent damage. when the burning has stopped I turn to the two hooded individuals, and rage just consumes me. "BACKBREAKER; SEVER ALL THE TIES. BACKBREAKER; REACH INSIDE AND SEE IF I'M LIVING. BACKBREAKER; EVERY FEAR CONSUMING," I scream before I black out.
When I "came back" I was sitting back in BRIPE's HQ with a very terrified Emma, a relieved Connor, and Dexter. what was surprising was that I had Excalibur in my hand. I looked around for someone to hand it off to. What was scary was when I did so an arm and hand fell off the blade. So I just set the blade down. and started backing up. As I did I bumped into Artio. she looked at me with eyes full of sadness. she lowered herself to my eye level and just gave me a bear hug, and for the first time in several days, I felt at peace.
I felt better over the next few days as I walked back to Astrid's office. Emma was outside the door. she had a disapproving look. she sighed and said"Thank you for saving me. I should have taken the situation more seriously and not teased you. I should have been more focused," I shrug to which she responds "This still changes nothing between us though, but I owe you one." I shrug again "Can you do something besides shrug?"
"Well, what would you like me to do?" I ask
she groans annoyed then says, "Tell me yesterday an aberration and that monster that came out of you was just a bad dream," she pauses and then says, "Yesterday was quite frightening." Emma said with a very uncharacteristically demure tone.
"I wish that were the truth, but Lami-Orochi is always there. I will say it's never that bad though...I guess everything has been getting to me a lot more than I thought." I said contemplative
"I hate that I am going to say this but if you want someone to talk to I am here for you," Emma said. we both looked at each other shocked but instead of teasing her I took the better path and said
"I appreciate it," I say to Emma I hug her which surprises her stiff. after breaking the hug she is frozen at first but hugs me back. After that, I walked into Astrid's office. Astrid was super chipper and bright today.
"Thank you for protecting Emma for me. She told me about the craziness." Astrid says
"Hopefully not too much." I tease
"Only how you defeated the wielder of Excalibur single-handedly as he was trying to burn an entire forest, but what else should she have expected from my bestie who's fought, Titans." Astrid paused before saying "I am sorry again for turning on you, and I just want to thank you again for helping me. is there anything I can do at least to repay...besides the Porsche."
"Um actually if this goes well can you buy Ive's company? I don't like how they're treating their girls." I ask
"Tj. I know you're mad but..." Astrid starts
I cut her off and explained "I am not mad at that...I am mad at the circumstances that brought me here obviously, but what I really don't like is how they went about resolving the issue. No, I will admit I fell for an Idol I got caught up in the fantasy of it working out the worst mistake any K-pop fan could make. I made a mistake and it won't happen again...however, I would like for you to take care of Ive since their own company won't."
"Always the hero." Astrid teases
"I guess. Let's get to work." I say
Astrid nodded and I got another text from Mina who was playing Miiirym. I smiled. Astrid noticed and said
"It's Mina isn't it?" she asks
"Is it that obvious?" I ask in return
"Well to most no, but I've known you almost ten years Tj. I know all your tells. So before we talk tell me what you feeling." Astrid says in between laughs
Seeing no way out of this I oblige my friend “Yeah I've fallen for her and I hate it, and I know I just made that mistake but I am not going to let my heart run the show this time.” I assert firm
“Wait why?” Astrid asks confused,
“Because I just got out of a “relationship” with another idol,” I say
Astrid pursed her lips before saying, “You know I would call that more a fling. You two were only an item like a week and a half maybe? You have been separated longer than you were together.”
“Regardless I'm not ready,” I say firmly to Astrid
Astrid laughs and when she realizes I wasn't joking asks, “Why not?”
“Well mostly because I…”I start.
Before I could finish Astrid said, “Before you tell me you don't think she likes you. Keep in mind she listened to you talk about magic for two and a half hours.”
“It was over two hours?” I ask
“Yes, and you only stopped because the rest of Twice was watching you for the last 30 minutes, and you got embarrassed,” Astrid says in between bursts of Laughter.
“What if I'm not ready or good enough,” I say ashamed to Astrid.
Astrid smiles and then says,” You know my worry for you wasn't any of that my worry for you was could you play "the game" to get to a relationship.” I looked up at Astrid, “You are so incredibly kind and caring that any girl would be lucky to have you. Not me though I'm too crazy for you. Your frustration about “the game” is what held you back from being cuffed and now you've got a model esque star who likes you. Just take the chance dummy.”
I nod and then smile before saying “Okay I trust you”
“Great now let's get to work so I can go on a date with my girlfriend,” Astrid exclaims proudly
After another day of work and spewing my guts to Astrid I get a text from Mina. “Hey can you come over I need your help.” the text reads. I groan and head that way. I tell Astrid who reminds me to be firm with my boundaries. On the way out I see Yujin and her boyfriend walking into the lobby. I sneak past them and smile. They seem so happy and cute together. When the couple bumps into Astrid they begin to chat, and I leave before I am noticed. Or so I thought
“Why is TJ avoiding me?” Yujin asks Astrid looking in my direction as I walk out. her boyfriend tenses at the mention of my name.
“Well knowing him it's because he's probably not ready to talk yet, but please know he's not mad at you or anything just has a lot going on and you know how he gets,” Astrid says
“Yeah, when he locks in he locks in hard.” Yujin agrees with Astrid to go on a double date with Astrid Emma, and her boyfriend.
I arrive at the Mina's apartment complex. I get to the elevator and ride it to Mina's apartment. I knock and am met by Dahyun and her super-bright smile. Once upon a time when I was a baby “Once”, I considered her my bias due to both being the same age but times change.
“Hi Jio,” she says happily. I smile and look at her confused
“Who's Jio?” I ask
Dahyun looks at me confused “I thought was your name that's what Astrid said” she exclaimed frustrated.
“I pause and say my name is Theo not… you know what I like Jio so yeah it's Jio.” I say not to make Dahyun feel worse. Dahyun smiles at my acceptance of yet another new nickname.
I walk in and Chaeyoung points to Mina's room and says “She's in there waiting for you lover boy.” I shrug confused and Chaeyoung notices my tattoos. “Oh those are so cool,” she states I say thank you and go to Mina's room. She's lying on her bed and staring at me when the door opens.
“How do you beat counterspells," she asks with an adorable pout.
“That depends on the colors. My recommendation for green is always a veil of summer or an autumn veil, but if you're in blue you can just counter them back” Mina nods takes out a notebook, and starts writing it down. As I stand there awkwardly she pats the floor next to her bed where a nice little cushion is waiting for me. Almost immediately after sitting down her hands are in my hair and on my shoulders.
“So why is blue the only color with ways to deal with things on the stack?” Mina asked quizzically
“Honestly I don't know. That is one of the things I think is a failed design space. I think there's room for something like a fight target spell in green or a deal damage to target spell in red.” I reply
“But Green already has fight spells,” Mina says confused
“Let me explain when I say fight target spell I mean target spell on the stack not on the battlefield. So like let's say you have Miirym out and I'm trying to counter one of your Old Gnawbone you cast. I (and other players) should have the ability to have a spell that isn't just Blue to deal with it. Before it resolves” I elaborate
“Okay, I think I get it,” Mina affirms I nod and just let her continue to run her fingers through my hair. we sit together for a while as the emotions begin to charge the air, but it's not as overwhelming as I'd thought it would be. Out of the blue Mina says, “Thank you for teaching me all of this. I feel like I'm getting better so much faster than I would be otherwise. You know you're a really good guide.”
“No problem Mrs. Myoui,” I reply
Mina turns me to face her and says, “Call me Mina. We are friends aren't we Jio.”
The way she said that was emotionally charged insanely. Her hands wandered down to my collar where she turned my face to hers. I look into her big soft brown eyes and I feel safe. I feel like I could tell her anything and she would just be like "okay" and be okay with it. the guarding of my heart and mind all just kinda crumbled and I leaned in and kissed her. She smelled nice. We sat there for a moment lost in our little world. When my brain came back online I looked at her and all my worries came back in full force I had fallen for another idol, and she had me in deep.
“What's wrong?” Mina asked concerned as she wove her hands in mine. I hesitate to answer but her presence drags it out.
“I really like you,” I say
“I can see that, and I really like you as well.” Mina teases while still holding my hand.
“But I don't want to cause trouble for you with JYP,” I say
“Why would you? You know we can date so it's not a problem, besides most people think I like Chae and Momo," Mina said teasingly. then there was a pause as I tried to establish some level of boundary because I still felt "dirty" in all of this, "You know you're so cute when you're flustered.” Mina teases
“I love that you care so much for others too. Now kiss my boyfriend.” Mina says before bringing my head back up to hers and thrusting me into a heated kiss.
If I were to describe intimacy with Mina it was "involved". She was handsy. I felt her caressing my cheek my neck my shoulders and my upper body. She only paused to say, “Don't be afraid you can touch me as well.” to put this to practice she put my hand on her waist as she had me melt more into the kiss. When we finally stopped she smiled and smirked “Okay now that that's done, let's get down to business.” she said as she took out her notebook. “Help me build a paper deck so I can play you.” I smile and say
“Okay, whatever you say Mina.” we spent most of the rest of the night deck-building. We took a little break to order some take-home but for the most part, we stayed in her bed spooning and deck building. That's when I saw how invested she was. She wanted to build Mirrym on paper, which made sense because she had been playing the deck non-stop since she downloaded Arena. She had a lot of really good ideas to translate it the only issue was Commander and Historic Brawl were exceptionally different so when I started showing her all these other cards and strategies she quickly pivoted from Mirrym to Animar, Soul of Elements because it filled a similar niche, but pivoted back to Mirrym since she knew Mirrym so well at this point. The only thing I was adamant she added was the Maskwood Nexus and Archetype of Endurance. She was unsure because it was extremely mana expensive and she didn't know if it was worth the investment. I asked her to trust me and she did so she added both
We both eventually fell asleep. I dreamed about her all night, and when I woke up seeing her wrapped in my arms was a bit wild. I quickly attempted to remove my hands but Mina was jolted awake by the action and turned to me asking what was wrong
“I uh felt.” I stammered
“Your hands were fine,” she said before pulling me into another kiss that led to a make-out session. When we were finished we got up and I headed back to the penthouse. While I did so Mina smirked at me the whole time.
“What is something wrong?” I asked
“No just looking at my handsome boyfriend be all flustered,” she said confidently.
I nod and reply, “I'll pick up your list after work and get you sleeves and a deck box. Do you have any preferences?”
Sana shook her head and said, “Just make sure they're cute and I'll be happy.” I nodded and kept moving. When I got back to the penthouse I got a question asking if I made it back safely from Mina. I replied “Yes dear” which led to her sending me a “:)” back as I walked I thought to myself this is going to take some getting used to. Opening the door I felt six expectant eyes staring at me.
“So where have you been” Astrid said in a teasing tone.
“I was with Mina. We deck built and nothing else happened.” I answer
Alex nodded and said “Right” sarcastically. As I moved around the penthouse. Aurora laughed before saying
“She has you wrapped around her fingers doesn't she?”
I nod which causes everyone to laugh at me. I go to the shower to get ready for the day. after that, I head to the office with Astrid. we get more prep work done when there's a knock on the door. Astrid opens it and I see Yujin. I blink rapidly hoping for a way out but not this time.
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This is another personal post with TW mental illness. I'm sorry there have been so many recently. I really have nowhere else to put these things. Feel free to ignore.
I don't think my depression has ever been this bad before, in the almost 13 years I've had it. For maybe the past two months it's been steadily growing to a point of intensity that I can't ignore. The absolutely awful feelings won't go away. I can't stop thinking about how miserable I feel.
I can barely take care of myself. I eat takeout every day. There's garbage everywhere at my house. I can't get shit done at work and at some point people are going to notice. I have multiple really REALLY urgent doctor's appointments/calls I HAVE to make (one of which is to my psychiatrist who apparently I'm blocked from messaging on the healthcare app), yet I can't seem to pick up the phone. I am mentally incapable somehow. There's a wall there.
I have been told to exercise and meditate and I physically and mentally cannot. Again, there is a wall.
I have a video game I wanted to play, I try to play it, and I feel completely unattached to it (even though I have loved it in the past). I joined a really exclusive roleplay community for that game and proceeded to be too overwhelmed to make the character application and now the mods are asking me what I want to do. I haven't written fanfiction in two months because of severe burnout, and I miss it so desperately that it's making me realize I might have been using it as a bandaid/distraction. But my brain is so fried that I feel too overwhelmed to write again. People are leaving me nice comments on my fics and I can't even bring myself to read them let alone respond to them. My memory is so bad that I can't remember a lot of what happens in any of my fave series' and I feel like creating good fan content for those things is impossible at this point.
I'm ignoring online friends in my favorite server. I promised multiple IRL friends I would watch animes they like and I am feeling guilty that I mentally cannot do that. I'm dreading the two anime cons I have coming up in March because I don't think I'm going to feel comfortable in my cosplay this year. I have a close friend (who is also my coworker) who keeps trying to get me to do things with her and her husband and I keep turning them down because I'm worried I'll get overwhelmed by social anxiety and general awkwardness. Just the thought of having awkward social interactions is terrifying me and pushing me down harder than it ever has.
I had a boyfriend between October 2022 and December 2023, but I felt like it was a huge chore every time I had to see him and I developed zero feelings for him. I felt repulsed by the thought of us being romantic. We ghosted each other in December and now I feel like shit about it because he may have been the only chance I'll ever have at a relationship... but I also am in such a bad state that it's probably good things are over. Why don't I feel relieved?
I'm having physical tics in my abdomen and jaw that are getting worse and worse to the point of pain and people noticing. I can't talk to literally anyone without sounding upset, negative, angry. I had my best friends from out of state over a few weekends ago and I was so sick the whole time, I felt like I was letting them down. I've been repeating awkward interactions with friends and coworkers over and over in my head to the point where I think about it at night.
I haven't put my Christmas decorations away because I fucking CAN'T.
This week has been particularly bad. Yesterday I was working from home because of snow. When the snow stopped I rushed to my parents' house because I needed to be somewhere with people I know. But I was so negative in how I spoke with them, and it's making me feel even worse. I used to be really talkative and intelligent when having conversations with my family, but depression has taken that away from me pretty badly over the years, to the point where I can barely talk without thinking about how absolutely dreadful I am at conversation.
But today might be the worst of it (unrelated to Valentine's Day, though it certainly isn't helping). It pained me emotionally and physically to get out of bed, and I wanted to take a mental health day. Literally fell back asleep for an hour before I had to get up and DREAMT about taking a mental health day. But being alone at home is actually so much worse than being at work where there are at least people I am comfortable with. So I went in. I have been absolutely bombarded with depressed feelings all day though. I get up to walk down the hall to the bathroom and somehow that feels worse than sitting and staring at my computer without accomplishing anything. I'm sitting here crying at work, completely destroying the four months of tally marks I had for 'days without crying at work'. I didn't break my record, sadly.
I have a therapist. I have an appointment with her today actually. Maybe I'll just read all of this to her. I don't know where it's going to lead or what she's going to tell me to do, but all I want is to walk down the hall to the bathroom and have at least average, neutral emotions instead of carrying a chest full of raging depression. I want to be able to say something happy to someone so that they don't dump me as a friend for being toxically negative. I want to live, and I have things to live for. But damn if this depression isn't making it extremely difficult to enjoy those things.
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The Rookie 5x10 Thoughts
Spoiler for The Rookie 5x10 below. If you've watched the episode or don't care about spoilers, please enjoy!
Before I continue, I just finished watching Will Trent and it was sooo good. If you were on the fence about watching it I suggest giving it a try.
Now back to our regular scheduled programming!
Alright everyone we kicked tonight's "crossover" episode off with Lucy and Tim preparing for their first official date both of them a nervous wreck wanting to wear the perfect outfit to impress the other. It was so cute to see them both so flustered about just the idea of going on the date. The little phone call between them and Tim immediately calling Lucy's bluff about almost being at the restaurant. The call back to the green dress was great. I hope we actually get to see Lucy wearing the green dress in one of their future dates.
Their first date (romantic restaurant) was as awkward as I was expecting it to be. They're best friends taking the first step to something more and they both know just how much is on the line of course its going to be awkward for the first time. Them talking about the bread (I mean if the bread is good its good).
I'm really happy that Lucy and Tim (and the writers) decided that they should take it slow as they enter the more romantic side of their relationship. I really want to enjoy how their intimacy as best friends evolves as they continue and deepen their relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend.
And of course their first date would be interrupted by a crime. True classic.
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Tim and Lucy's first date part two (Food Truck date)
I loved how much more relaxed they were during this date because this time they weren't worried about impressing each other or at a fancy restaurant. They were simply allowing themselves to well be themselves but just with the added knowledge that their dating. I think this probably what a lot of their off duty interactions are going to look like. Them just being absolutely gone for each other and loving every minute of it. Their kiss at the end was great. I was a little surprised that Tim made the first move this time.
I absolutely loved both dates and I can't wait to see more of their relationship play out on screen.
On to the rest of the episode. The true plot of the episode kicks in with Nyla and James going to the bank and there immediately being a bank robbery about to happen. I absolutely love that Nyla's cop eyes are always on and she spotted the bank robber instantly. I really appreciate it when shows remember that a character has a set of skills that can be applied outside of their work and don't suddenly forget everything they know when they're off the clock.
(This can also be noted for Lucy and Tim's first date. As soon as the yelling escalates they jump into action as quickly as possible with Tim handling the guy with a knife and Lucy going to the injured man's side.)
Nyla making sure that James is teaching him the GRUNT method so he can describe the robbers to the police when they arrive and making sure that he leaves so that she knows he's safe was absolute perfection. James wanting to protect Nyla just as much but knowing and respecting the fact that she more skilled and capable than him in this type of situation.
I will always love seeing Angela and Nyla working together. Them going over the tapes together and Angela trusting Nyla's gut that there is a third person involved in the robbery even Nyla starts doubting herself is the type of stuff that I love to see.
One thing that I did notice was that when the robbery was called in three units were called but we only saw two units show up, Tim's and Nolan's. We know that Lucy is riding solo for right now so I wonder why we didn't see her at the scene or even as one of the units driving after the robber. The only time we did see her was with Tim during the hostage scene and they only talked about how their first date went instead the case at hand.
As ecstatic as I am for Chenford to be canon I really hope that they continue to showcase Lucy's ability and intelligence as a cop and not just her relationship with Tim I mean a list of undercover identities were stolen and it wasn't mentioned if Lucy's name could be on the list or if any of the CIs she's worked with in the past could be at risk. Even though she's not currently undercover I would think that would at least be something that they mentioned.
Anyways, continuing on a lot of what happened with the stolen undercover identity case did feel like a prelude to The Rookie: Feds, where I think the meat of the casework ended up at. Which I feel like for the amount of character work they did in this episode is fine. The undercover identity case does end up being completely solved by The Rookie: Feds.
I do wish that The Rookie would actually allow for some of the cases to go on longer than an episode or two to really raise the stakes.
As I said earlier, this episode was very much character based with a case in between and with this we get to see a lot more of our favorite characters shining.
Wesley and Angela beginning to talk about possibly having another child. Wesley wanting Jack to have a sibling because he remembers how lonely it felt to be an only child and not wanting the same for their son while Angela is more hesitant because of how difficult it was at times with having so many other siblings and because she doesn't want to put her work life on hold again just yet as she's just now finding her groove as a detective. Both are very viable perspectives and understandable. I really like seeing them actually have a discussion about things like this, really listening to each other, and seeing them be able to come to a solution that works for them both. It's just really beautiful how healthy their relationship is portrayed and its refreshing to see.
Angela confiding in Nyla about her reasoning for wanting to wait to have another child and Nyla being a supportive friend.
On a side note, since Lucy and Tim are now officially dating I really hope to see them both have at least one friend outside of each other who they interact with significantly. This is especially true for Lucy since we haven't seen her with someone acting in just a friend capacity since Jackson. Heck I'd take just hearing Lucy talk to Rachel every once in a while.
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Notable mentions: John and Tim both being unsuccessful for different reasons with talking to Celina and Aaron about dating another cop. Then at the end the real reason Celina and Aaron being so close is because of them playing DND together. Aaron being all flustered about Celina telling John that they play DND together was pretty funny.
Also when Aaron and Tim were in the car hanging off the parking lot the solution felt just a bit anticlimactic to me personally. I thought they would end up having to wait for the fire department (Bailey) to come out or at least end up calling in what had happened, but no they just manage to climb out.
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Hope you enjoyed. If you want come chat with me in the comments about anything The Rookie related.
Until next time have a good day or night.
#the rookie#tim bradford#lucy chen#chenford#nyla harper#james murray#wesley evers#angela lopez#wopez#lucy x tim#aaron thorsen#celina juarez#john nolan
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hello, i'm really sorry for asking this because you must get this a lot, but i'm still a bit confused about the idea of being aplatonic? to me it sounds less like an identity like aromanticism and more like... i don't want to say "an issue" because that's rude, but something that maybe shouldn't be happening? obviously you can be happy just with yourself, not everyone is really extroverted, but humans still need to interact with other humans to be like, mentally healthy. (that's been proven in studies). at best it sort of sounds like a neutral character trait, not necessarily an identity.
(i am asking this in good faith and i really want to understand- i'm aro myself, and i'm sure your experiences are real, i don't want to gatekeep or anything, i'm just genuinely confused & want to understand!)
you're fine, don't worry! this is actually the first ask i've ever received here. and i'm sorry if you sent this a while ago; i use tumblr on my phone's web browser and have to manually check for asks.
i think the biggest gaps in our respective understandings of “aplatonic”, just based on your message, are:
0. some aplatonic people have friends, or want friends, and use the term because they don't feel platonic attraction and/or they struggle to form friendships. most modern definitions of aplatonic will point to those two things, after all! a lot of these friending apls have found aplatonic terms useful for explaining their complicated feelings about platonic relationships, and helpful for navigating their friendships. this only applies to some aplatonic people, and it's often used as our only defense, so i'll focus on other things here, but i would be leaving out a lot of apls – maybe even the majority – if i didn't at least mention this.
1. friendship is not the only way of interacting with, and connecting with, other humans. i'm on the aro and ace spectrums, but i have a long-term partner i live with, and family members and coworkers who i interact with. lots of nonfriending aplatonic people will still seek out social interaction, often in groups that talk about topics they're interested in. one of the reasons i use the word “aplatonic”, and post here at all, is to push against the idea of friendship as a default human connection, or something that happens automatically when you're around someone enough.
2. even if someone is very isolated, and doesn't want any sustained human connection at all...i think that's fine, and it has historical precedent. hermits, anchorites, stylites, partially-eremetic monks, and all kinds of other recluses...through much of our recorded history, for a variety of reasons, some people have lived alone. many of these people lived in a much more complete solitude than nonfriending apls today – and even then, few of them managed to have absolutely no social interaction. some would have visitors, or people who brought them meals, or shopkeepers they met when they went into town for supplies. something happening frequently in the past doesn't mean it's good, but in this case it does suggest there's a kind of natural tendency towards it in some humans.
3. i don't think we should put too much weight on what psychology and the social sciences say is “normal”, anyway. there's a huge replication crisis in scientific research, especially in those fields. there are also studies showing people in romantic relationships are, generally, happier...and that obviously isn't true for a lot of aros! there are nearly always outliers in studies like that, even in the most well-done and rigorous ones. i completely believe social isolation is harmful for most humans, but the keyword here is most. and the kind of studies you describe usually focus on involuntary solitude; chosen solitude is much different. most apls aren't very isolated at all, so this point might not be as important...but if there's an aplatonic hermit somewhere in the woods who hasn't talked to another person in years, i support them.
4. there is “something wrong” with a lot of us, and that's fine. the term “aplatonic” was coined in 2012 by an alloromantic ace who theorized his experiences were caused by parental abuse, so that sort of thing has been woven into aplatonicism since day one. some people attribute their aromanticism to neurodivergence and/or trauma, too; for many aroapls, both of those identities will be tied up in it. i'm traumatized, and i'm schizoid, and both of these things interact with my aplatonicism. someone's self-concept, and their words for themself, can very often be tied up in their unusual experiences and their suffering. i don't think that makes any identity illegitimate.
if i've misunderstood any part of your ask, i'm sorry, and i'd be happy to adjust my answer. i'm also leaving out a lot of details and caveats to stop this post from being too long – and with ask length limits, i'm sure you had to do that much more than me. i agree with you that aplatonicism seems a markedly different thing to aromanticism and asexuality, and fits less comfortably into an “orientation” framework, but i wasn't sure what you meant by “neutral character trait” vs “identity” here and didn't want to assume. if you have any questions, need any clarifications, or want to elaborate on what you've already said, feel free to send a followup and i'll answer when i can. (i also welcome asks from anyone else, especially other apls; i'm only one person, with weird experiences, and i don't speak for the community.)
#aplatonic#aplspec#i'm going to tag possible content warnings but i don't think the asker is doing them. just to be clear#i just think that if someone has these tags blocked#then they might have a hard time reading this post and i want to err on the side of caution#ableism ////#allonormativity /////#religion /////#christianity //////#honestly most of those are because of topics *i* bring up#long post /////#parental abuse ////#apothiposts
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Thoughts on A Boss and A Babe
episode 1:
(I wish that whole scene had been like this.)
Are we about to find out if the Boss is also a Babe, or if it's the intern that's the Babe. Perhaps it's clearer in the Thai title? Anyway, until I learn their names I will be calling the intern the Babe.
These contrasting parallel morning montages are fairly common way of introducing characters, but for some reason I'm finding this one hilarious. I think it was the boss's robe drop that got me.
I was not excepting to enjoy this show because the trailer made it seem very much Not My Thing. And it's not. Yet somehow I am enjoying it anyways (at least so far, 7 minutes in. At first I was like, oh vey, the Babe (Cher? I think?) is overacting all over the place, doing that all that stuff with his mouth to try and make him seem young and dumb (like Rain did, sorry LITA fans but it annoyed me there don't be mad) but, like, it's so over the top and ridiculous that it might work? And honestly I think I love every permutation of enemies-to-lover at least a little bit, so it's got that going for it.
Ah, Laem, the babe-intern's name is Laem. I guess Cher was how they translated an endearment?
Or maybe his name is Cher too? I'm sure I'll figure it out eventually.
Boss is surprisingly plausible as a boss, given that he looks 24 at the absolute oldest. But honestly more like 20. I would not be surprised if the intern actor is older than the boss actor.
Characters bullshitting nonsense about video games is marginally less irritating than them bullshitting nonsense about advertising campaigns, I guess.
Lol, I was not expecting my confusion over Intern-Babe-Sarun-Cher-Laem's name to be cleared up so soon. And so thoroughly!
This gets my "the sexual harassment is weird and mysterious enough not to bother me" pass. At least so far. I was not expecting to see echos of The Director Buys Me Dinner (which I still haven't finished) here, but here they are.
Oh yes, I did know about this ASMR thing from the trailer, but I had completely blanked on it.
I think I might end up actually liking this show?! Laem has already endeared himself to me. And his complete disregard for authority or social rules has rid me of my worry of the boss-intern relationship feeling icky. And I do like Mike as Jack—the only thing I recall seeing him in was Theory of Love, but I thought he was quite good in it (and v. pretty).
Oy vey. GMMTV seems to like to pretend the characters are in bed together when they're miles apart talking on the phone. It confused me in My School President (which I also still haven't finished) and I don't like it here either. I guess I really like the intimacy of a phone call. (Kabe Koji used it so effectively!) Especially since it's all about Laem's voice! It's not so much that I hate the idea of showing things that aren't actually happening, I just like phone call scenes so much. I love seeing them hearing but not seeing each other and watching the vulnerability of their actions and reactions as they're alone in a room. In pretending they're in the same room all that magic gets lost and becomes ordinary. Alas.
I love how Laem is such a known storyteller and exaggerator that no one believes what he's saying about his interactions with the Boss, even they're completely true. It's a nice way to keep their relationship feeling intimate and private, without making it a secret.
And yay for ADHD rep! I mean, I don't know if it's intentional, but those are certainly the vibes I'm getting from Laem.
I've figured out what his names are, but what are we as a fandom calling him? He seems to want to be called Laem, so that's what I've been using, although I personally prefer Cher.
I laughed out loud at the Jack pinching Aoi by mistake. Sad to see the employees all terrified of their boss, but also hilarious. (Also a part of me is tempted to do a deep dive into depictions of The Office and Work Life in QL. But I will not do that. Partly because it's a major project, partly because I haven't actually seen that many (GAP is yet another show I haven't finished) and partly I feel like I would need to watch more non-QL Thai, Korean and Japanese shows to have context. So that's a lot of things I shouldn't be doing because I need to focus on schoolwork instead.)
I do like the use of sound effects! GMMTV seems to have figured it out. Like in MSP, they fit the slapstick comedy feel of the show, and they're well chosen and timed.
Ok, I had already seen a post about Yacht showing up, but a still gave a little startled yet excited jump when he did. Yacht!!! ily :-* (And yes, Between Us is another show that I haven't finished yet.)
omg I think I may love them? I was not expecting this at all. This little standoff over the coffee with whipped cream feels surprisingly nuanced somehow? I was not expecting nuance. Hmm, why do you always give into Cher, Gun?
And we end with a crash-into-you, and soulful staring into each other's eyes. *heart eyes* *big smile*
Well. I'm not sure I will manage to keep watching this, just because I'm not sure that I will manage to keep watching anything. But I am hooked. And delighted.
#a boss and a babe#my triumphant return to bl watching!#kind of like liveblogging#my ramblings#gillianthecat reacts to bl
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//What am I doing with my life??
//this is basically a 'the story thus far' except it's set up like a bad infomercial
Are you bored with your life? Wanting to try new things? See new places?
No?
Well, who cares. Arceus sure doesn't. Congratulations, you've won a great trip to the wonderful land of Ancient Sinnoh! Don't worry about the people you left behind, you won't even be able to remember them anyways!
Welcome to Hisui, the historical name of the beloved Sinnoh region. Here you will learn to fight pokemon thrice your size in hand to hand combat, solve ancient feuds, and cope with the fact that almost everyone here hates your guts!
Just remember to trust your instincts, and if they say don't take the cold medicine, there's probably a good reason for that.
Along the way you will get a phone and contact people from The Future! This includes the twin brother of your soon-to-be adoptive parent (more on that later), as well as the leader of an evil team, and a bunch of other random people.
But not everyone hates you! You have the Warden of Lady Sneasler and some random kid on your side! And let's not forget the blond fuck-face who lives in the walls.
Oh no, it seems you've been sent Back to The Future. Now you're out of time twice! Unfortunately you're also wearing a modified version of an evil organization's uniform so you have to dodge Officer Jennys until you make it to the subway station some rando you met on the internet works at. Luckily, he's actually not a creep and he's your adoptive uncle. Not that you realize that, it's not like him and your dad look basically identical. Not at all...
But that's boring, so now you're going to a private school you probably broke into until a Dragonite decides to carry you off to another region. Whatever, you don't care. You've been displaced so many times it'd be weird if it didn't happen.
[We interrupt this program to give you: Emmet gets to not have to deal with anything bad as his twin didn't go missing. Dumbass decides to eat a weed brownie and is paranoid the weed monster wants to eat his joltiks]
It's fine, you get to catch this cute pokemon. You're smart enough to not eat its 'wish granting mochi' so nothing bad happens-
Oh look, your uncle finally caught up with you. He also hasn't slept in a week and is stupider than usual. Oh no he ate the mochi. Oh wonderful, he's possessed. Now you have to deal with your guardian completely delirious and convinced his brother is back when he's clearly not. It's definitely not scary to watch someone interact with something you can't see.
[We interrupt this program to give you: Welcome to Wonderland, Emmet spends the entire time absolutely blasted out of his fucking mind]
Your time has been cut short as some other God got bored of your existence. Goodbye, fuck you, no one needed to remember you anyways. You're now living in the Who-knows-where Place and get to watch the boy version of you deal with your problems instead. Also your dad went AWOL but we're not entirely sure what he's up to at the moment.
[We interrupt this program to give you: Alternate Emmet got Winter Soldiered after trying to get Ingo back from (where he thought he was) in Team Plasma and Akari didn't get isakaied]
You've actually interacted with that guy before, but you had more problems to deal with than an alternate universe version of your uncle being brainwashed.
That's all we got so far, but aren't you so glad you were chosen for this shitshow?
[@thetraveleroftime]
#pokemon irl#rotomblr#pokeblr#irl pkmn#irl pokemon#pkmn irl#//Ooc#//what is this plot? I dunno. I have no clue either#masterpost#< kinda#//I'll add to it as the plot continues. I was getting confused so I'm sure you guys were#//it's the shitpost blog for a reason#long post
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Nightbringer: Initial Thoughts
I have a lot of thoughts about Nightbringer, but I don't want to have one massive crazy post, so I'm gonna break it up a bit.
This first post is about the general gameplay, nothing story related. So there aren't any spoilers, just my thoughts on the app and updates.
Ruri☆Tunes
I LOVE IT. Listen, Ruri is adorable. I am right there with Levi. Like if this was a real anime, I would absolutely watch it. She's so cute! Did you guys see the background for Lesson 7 where there's a Ruri themed Miss Em doll? The cuteness nearly killed me.
The rhythm game itself is HARD. At first I didn't realize that you need to tap the actual objects. So by switching the controls to up and down, then turning my phone, and tapping the actual objects as they hit the line, I got WAY BETTER. I reblogged a post about this I think yesterday? It explains it better and thanks to that, the levels are now pretty fun.
I love the songs, of course, though some of the remixes are a little funky. But I loooove all the graphics! The lil donuts! And the lil demon chibis! And Luke's chihuahua! Oh yes and my favorite thing ever is Asmo's little "hai!" when he jumps over one of those green puddles. It's so cute.
Overall, I much prefer this to the dance battles. That being said, the levels are not really any easier than the OG. I was hoping we wouldn’t need to have a bunch of crazy high leveled cards to get through the story, buuuut it’s really looking like that might still be the way of it. I mean to be fair, the whole point of this is to make money so...
I don’t really hold it against them. I mean I do but I also don’t lol. The story is good enough that I can look past the money making motives. However I will say that this is just the case for me personally. I am lucky enough to have a little bit of disposable income to spend on apps, but I know a lot of players don’t.
Moving on before this becomes a rant about the evils of capitalism…
Wanderers Whereabouts
It sure is… something… Aside from the horrors of 3D models, I don't understand why they're playing sports in MC's room. Would it have been that much of an issue to give us an outdoor space as well as an indoor one? At least let them play sports in a field or something, you know?
My favorite ones so far have been when there's multiple demons in there, though. The way they interact with each other is so cute. And even though I find the whole thing a tiny bit weird, I DO like hearing their voices and seeing their interactions. Plus they do some really cute things when you give them an MC plushie.
But I think we all agree that the best part is watching Levi chase Mammon around on the map.
Fab Snap
This is supposed to be like TikTok, right? Once again I'm not a fan of the 3D models, which is probably due to the whole uncanny valley thing. However, I do still enjoy the shenanigans because what the fuck are those guys even doing? I'm sure you've all seen the musical chairs situation. I did like the one with Luke doing the snack test thing and you can hear Simeon who is recording the video. It's definitely cute to see them doing fun little things like that.
Everything else...
... seems to be the same except for some updated graphics and such. The story interface still has the 2D sprites thankfully and as far as I can tell, it works exactly the same as the OG. I've seen some people saying they're worried about the options changing the story, but they don't anymore than they did before. I think that's just their way of saying you get intimacy points with different characters depending on the options you choose. As far as I can tell, nothing seems to be any different on that end?
I love that they have entirely new special guest and home screen dialogue. The special guest dialogue especially seems more lovey and flirty than the OG. Solomon straight up says he loves you if you get the full heart reaction. You can still get annoyed reactions, though. From what I can tell, the reactions are the same as the OG app. If you get an S, it's the same as if you got three stars in the dance battle. I'm not sure about if you get lower than a B... but the three star reactions seemed to work for S, A, and B.
Also, I looooooove Karasu. I hope we get more Karasu beyond the tutorial, but I don't know if that's actually going to happen. I'm sure many of us will now refer to Mammon as Noodle Boy, though, because c'mon, that's excellent.
Okay there’s more I could talk about, but this post is already long lol. I like the mix of familiar stuff and new stuff. So far, I’m enjoying all of this. Stay tuned for posts about the story itself because there are so many thoughts.
I am also happy to receive any asks about your opinions on all of these things or if you have actual questions or anything else, of course.
#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me shall we date#obey me thoughts#nightbringer thoughts#ruri tunes#wanderers whereabouts#fab snap#karasu#misc rambles
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Chapter Twenty Five
Black Rose
Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader
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OIKAWA'S P.O.V.
Obviously, we had the whole thing planned out. It would have been pretty foolish of us if he hadn't. However, it all worked out even better than either of us could have imagined.
It started when Seijoh and Shiratorizawa got together. We don't often agree, but Ushijima and I decided that our management would be better in the hands of someone not, well, Y/N. She's got no idea what she's doing and hardly interacts with other syndicates at all. I mean, she lacks passion and doesn't delegate with other gangs like Akira did. It's like teaching a baby how to walk. And I'm no damn babysitter.
After Ushijima and I had made up our minds to do something about our new boss, the rest of our members started to open up about their own opinions abo it Y/N. A lot of them felt as though she has been getting better with time and enjoyed her methods of "leading" if you could even call it that!
Over time, our meetings to discuss Y/N dwindled down to a mere handful of us. We'd discuss after hours on the second floor of the casino when nobody was around. However, one fateful day, Osamu happened to walk in. He went on and on about how great Y/N was and how hard she's trying to be a good leader. I promised him I'd hear both him and Y/N out at the pier, later that evening.
Around dinner time I call Osamu with some urgent news. "I told Y/N about coming to the pier tonight like I said I would, but to be honest, I forgot to mention you were coming."
"Okay, so what?" he asks over the phone.
"So, uh, well, I got here a little bit early and now I see her making out with some guy behind a row of cylinder blocks. You should hurry and get down here before it gets worse. I'm not sure what to do in a situation like this," I lie. Of course, Y/N isn't here. I just need to make sure he gets his ass down here before something goes wrong. Murder isn't always an exact science you know.
In a flash, Osamu is down at the pier. I give him directions to stand just below the building I'm stationed in. From above, I gaze through my scope of the sniper I brought and aim straight at his heart. With one shot, he falls down to his knees.
I then walk down to talk to Osamu before he finally kicks the can, but his face looks so petrified I don't know if he can even speak.
"Yoo-hoo, how's it hangin' Samu?" I sing.
"You... piece of shit..." he grumbles as he spits up a pool of blood. "I should never have trusted you."
"Absolutely right," I grin. "Can't believe you trust Y/N so little that you dashed right here to curse her out.
"No," he continues to splutter helplessly. "I love her. I trust her with all my-" he begins to explain, but I'm not one to really care about whatever mushy stuff he's trying to get into. Instead, I pull my pistol from my side and shoot him in the head. Blood splatters onto me, but it's fine, nobody's around except for one other.
"What a piece of shit," I scoff as Ushijima makes his appearance known. "I'm quite relieved knowing this asshole's dead," I add as I kick him in the side. Osamu doesn't move. What a lovely sign, knowing my work has gone well.
"Don't get too carried away," Ushijima shakes his head. "A body's a body, let's just dispose of it and move on with our lives."
"That's all you," I grin. "What're you gonna do with it?"
"I heard there's a doctor who'll take any bodies to strip for parts. I think I could get a good chunk of change from him," he shakes his head firmly.
"Don't forget to hand me my cut when ya get it," I remind him as I place my bloody hand on his shoulder.
"Don't get me dirty," he says as he shoves me away. "You killed him, not me. Don't forget that."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night," I chuckle. "I'll be heading back now."
"Good idea. Make sure you don't get caught."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the guys in the patrol room. Think you can handle the recordings?"
"Tendou can. If you get up I'll have him fix it up and return them before anyone smells the rotting stench from the patrol room."
"Gross, so gross," I shake my head as I walk away. "Why did you have to say it like that?"
"Like what?" he asks seriously, but I ignore him as I walk away.
I don't bother to watch as Ushijima slings Osamu's dead body over his shoulder and carries him over to his car. What's done is done, it's out of my hands now. Besides, Osamu should have paid more attention to his surroundings because, well, this is what happens when you don't.
I walk over to the patrol room where, surprisingly, there's nobody around. I pull the tapes from the surveillance cameras around and walk out humming the tune to a song.
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
When I get back to our old meeting room at the casino, Tendou's the only one in there. Apparently, the rest of the group has backed out of our plan, even Iwa-chan to which I'm quite surprised. However, he's gone too soft to Y/N to ever go back now.
"Here ya go," I say to Tendou as I toss him the flash drive. "I assume you already know what it's for."
"Course I do. I'll have to back to place within the hour," he nods as he catches the small gift. He then excuses himself from the room and slips out.
I, too, decide it's time to go. The longer I stay the more of a chance someone else nosy like Osamu will walk by and ask too many questions. For now, it's best to keep quiet and pretend like none of this ever happened.
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Don’t Leave Me Now
xiv
This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.
tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, beginnings of infidelity
~m.r~
Our tour in America was back on for the first half of November. We were in Los Angeles right now. It was going okay, but we were all getting really worried about Syd. It seemed as he really wasn't into this tour at all. Like he was lost somewhere.
Take tonight for example, we had an appearance on The Pat Boone Show. Syd just stared off into space the whole time we performed, and he wasn't putting much effort into miming. When it came to answering questions, he'd give very terse answers, confusing everybody.
The whole Syd situation aside, I also had a Roger situation. I was doing my absolute best to avoid him when I could. It hurt me every time he would try to talk or interact with me in some manner, and I would just walk away. I saw his face every time I did it. It made me feel guilty. But what else could I do? I was in too deep in this attraction now. The minute I'm alone with Roger, I'm not gonna be able to control myself.
The boys decided to go out drinking tonight at the hotel's bar. With the exception of Syd. Roger (through Rick) told me that he chose to just stay in their room and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I decided to stay behind too, my obvious reason being Roger. I promised the boys that I would be checking in on Syd throughout the night.
I was watching some movie on the television. It was muted and I wasn't really paying any attention to it. It mostly due to my talking with Virginia on the phone. "How is it going over there?" She asked me.
"Syd's been really out of it for every performance we've had" I truthfully told Ginny. "He can't even mime or lip-synch properly"
"And you're really worried about him, aren't you?"
"Of course! I mean, I haven't known Syd as long as the boys have but he is my friend, y'know"
"Just give him time, Maggie. He'll get better soon. But other than Syd, how is everything else?"
"I hate lip synching on the television appearances" I admitted. Was it really a "live" performance if we weren't actually playing anything? "And don't get me started on the male hosts eyeing like I'm a piece of meat" I thought back to the way Mr. Boone had been staring at me. It made me feel uncomfortable but I had managed to hide it.
"Don't let them get to you. Besides, if any guy really decided to mess with you, you've got four boys there with you who would be at your side in an instant" Ginny said. I've only really talked about the band maybe once or twice to Virginia. "Now, Ronnie recently showed me a picture of all you guys together"
Oh, that must've been the photo she had taken of us at the airport before we left. It's really a shame that Ronnie couldn't make it this time. "And I must say," Ginny continued. "How did you get so lucky to work with such attractive guys, like honestly?"
I giggled. "They are very attractive yes, but I only see them all as friends" Except for the one you're ignoring because you like him more than you should like a friend.
"Who's the one who had his arm around you?" Ginny asked. "He's a cutie"
"That would be Roger" I couldn't help the smile as I thought about him. I really was being an idiot for ignoring him, wasn't I? It's not his fault I was infatuated by him. Maybe I should go to the hotel bar and talk to him.
"Billy told me you two are ready to have a baby" Virginia said, knocking me out of my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"A baby" Virginia repeated. "You and Billy are trying for a baby. And I tell you, it's about time. I'm ready for a little niece or nephew"
"Yeah, we are" I said. "You know, I was beginning to think that maybe Billy didn't want children at all, but he was the one who suggested we start trying"
"Well, when the time comes you'll be a great mum, and Billy a wonderful dad" I could hear Ginny beaming on the other end. "Bobby is crying. I've got to go make sure he's okay"
"Tell him Auntie Maggie says hi. And say hi to Lee for me too, alright?" Virginia and I said our goodbyes, and then the line went dead. Now that I was truly alone, I decided now was a good time to go check on Syd.
I left the room and went to Roger and Syd's shared room which was next to mine. I knocked first and tried turning the knob, but it was locked. Great, Syd has locked himself in his room, and I don't have a key to get in. I tried knocking again. "Syd, it's Maggie! Are you doing alright?"
I didn't get an answer. I knocked and tried talking to him again. "I'm a little lonely and I would really appreciate some company. Can I come in?" Again, no answer. I sighed, feeling defeated and I made the decision to return to my room. I did contemplate going to the bar to seek out Roger and apologize to him, but I chickened out and decided against it.
~r.w~
Fuck, I was feeling so miserable. I couldn't even find it in me to get drunk. Maybe it was because Syd was deteriorating mentally, or perhaps it was because Maggie hasn't said a whole goddamn word to me during this entire tour. Any time I would try to talk to her, she would turn around and walk away. Had I upset her in someway? I'd apologize to her but I have no fucking clue what I've done.
I was currently sitting at the bar with Nick. "You probably deserve it, whatever you did to our poor Maggie" Nick said.
I glared at him. "I didn't anything to her. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her"
"Then why is she so pissed with you?"
"I have no fucking idea!" She hadn't even been a part of the band for six months even, and I was afraid she was going to leave me. I mean...us. Leave us. "You think she's going to quit?"
"She will if you don't get your act together with her" Nick said. Again, I did nothing wrong. At least, I hope I didn't. Nick pat me on the back. "Look, you should go talk to her and work things out with her, before she decides that this tour is her last one with us"
Nick left me alone presumably to go find Rick. He was right. I should go talk to her. Maggie's my best friend and I don't want her to leave the band because of me. She's an integral part, even if she just provides the vocals for us.
I finished off the rest of the drink that I had. I'm sure Nick and Rick could see me rushing to leave, but I didn't bother to tell them I was leaving. Maggie was important to me in this moment. Not either of them.
Taking the elevator up to our floor seemed to take so long, but it did give me the chance to figure out what I was going to say to Maggie. And as stupid a decision it may be, I was going to come clean to her. Tell her how I feel about her. If she hates me for it and quits, well, at least I'm getting it off my chest.
The elevator dinged as it stopped and the doors opened. I marched to her room. Then, I found myself in front of her door. I raised my fist to knock on her door, but before I could, the door opened and I was face to face Maggie.
"Maggie"
"Roger"
We said each other's names at the same time. Then, we started to laugh about it. "Where are you heading off to, sunshine?" I asked her, once we both had calmed down.
"I was on my way to the bar" Maggie explained. She rubbed her arm. "To go talk to you, actually. What are you doing here?"
"I needed to talk to you, too"
She smiled at me. She finally smiled at me. Yes, during our performances, she would look my way and smile, but those ones seemed force. But, here she was, giving me a genuine smile. "Shall I go first? Or do you want to?"
"You first"
"I was on my way down to apologize to you" She started to explain. "You did absolutely nothing wrong. It's something I did, and I was just taking it out on you for no good reason"
"Well, why take it out on me? Nick and Rick deserve it as much as I do, if not more" She gave me a look. "I was only joking"
"I know, but it still wouldn't make much sense considering I don't have feelings for either of them" She confessed. I looked at her in shock. Had she really just said that? "I have feelings for you Roger, okay? And I know I shouldn't. I thought by ignoring you, those feelings would some how disappear but they didn't. It only made them worse because of how guilty I was feeling and the fact that I was missing you"
"Is that really true, darling?" She looked away from me, almost shamefully. "Please, don't look away from me" I cupped her face and made her look at me again. "Do you truly have feelings for me?"
"Yes" She said quietly. "I can't deny it any more, Roger"
"I feel the same way about you, darling" I admitted to her. "I've been so drawn to you since the moment I met you" I started moving my face closer to hers. "Something about you is so enticing.
I saw her eyes flicker to my lips. She licked her own before looking back at my eyes. "Kiss me"
Our lips met in a passionate kiss. I didn't care about the fact that we were in the hallway, and someone could walk out of their room and catch us in the act. The only thing I cared about right now was the fact that I was finally getting what I wanted. When we pulled away, we had to stare at each other. "You're fucking incredible, you know that?" I told her.
She smiled. "So, are we...?" Maggie trailed off, now playing with my scarf.
I knew what she was asking. "Do you want to be, darling?"
"I'm willing to try this if you are" She wrapped her arms around me and put her head against my chest. "Spend the night with me?"
"Of course I will" I promised her. She looked up at me, smirking at me as she pulled me inside her room.
...
The two of us sat against the headboard on the bed. Maggie leaned against me, her head resting comfortably against my shoulder. There was a movie playing on the television, but it was muted. My arm was wrapped around her waist. The two of us shared a cigarette. Whenever she wanted a drag of it, I held it to her lips for her.
"Can I ask you something, love?" I spoke up. She hummed in response. "The first night we were in America, you kissed me then, but that same night you wouldn't kiss me again? What happened?"
"Oh" Maggie muttered, like she was scared to tell me. "Well, that night Billy told me he was ready to start a family. I guess it brought back my marital bliss. And I made a big deal about it because he was the one telling me he was ready"
"I suppose you want a family, then"
"Well, I mean I thought Billy and I would have one by now. We've been married for seven years" Her voice wavered, like she was unsure of herself.
"But, do you want a baby?"
"Yeah, I've always wanted one" Maggie said. "But maybe now the timing isn't right for me to have one. I mean, I've got you guys now" She obviously referred to the band. "And we've started to tour. I don't think being pregnant and touring is a good idea"
Personally, I thought that Maggie was right about the timing being wrong. How would she focus on our music if she was to become a new mum? Then again, I'm probably saying that because I don't want to see her become pregnant with his kid. It would just be a reminder that she's completely his at the end of day.
"What about you, Roger? Ever think about having kids?" Maggie asked me.
I shrugged, taking a drag of the cigarette. "I'm not too worried about having kids, honestly. Just like I'm not too worried about getting married, either"
She looked up at me. "You're really not gonna marry Judy, huh?"
I chuckled. "That's funny. My mistress encouraging me to marry my girlfriend"
"Calling me your mistress already?"
"Would you prefer lover instead?" I brushed my lips against her ear.
"Mmm, that sounds perfect" She replied. Her head turned to look at me. Her nose bumped against mine. Her hand caressed my face. "I'm gonna change into my nightie, alright?" She kissed me quickly before getting off of me and heading into the bathroom.
~m.r.~
When I got into the bathroom, I closed the door behind me, leaned against it and started giggling like a school girl with a crush. Well, half of that was true. I did have a crush, but I wasn't a school girl. I'm sure Roger heard me but I knew he'd probably be smirking about it.
God, I haven't felt this way in so long. I think last time I actually felt this way was when my relationship with Billy just started. I can't believe it took me this long to agree to be with Roger. My marriage kept me from doing that before, but now I didn't care. Something has felt different about my marriage for months now. With that being said, I still love Billy, and I don't think I could ever leave him.
I undressed and grabbed my nightgown. It was a short, blue baby doll nightgown. White lace trimmed the neckline, straps, and hem of it. It was a bit see through as well, and you could tell that I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear with it. I didn't think Roger would mind though.
When I left the bedroom, I saw that Roger had taken his shirt off. I had to bite my lip to keep the gasp from escaping my mouth. He was so fit. His stomach and chest were nicely toned. His shoulders were broad. And his arms. I've never been so turned on by a man's arms before. His biceps were prominent as were the veins in his forearms.
"You're staring at me, darling" Roger pointed out, a smug smirk drawn across his face.
I blushed at the fact that I got caught. "How can I not? You're gorgeous" Roger watched me intently as I walked over to him. When I was close enough to him, I reached and touched his shoulder. I ran my hand along his shoulder, and against his bicep, taking the time to feel the muscle beneath my palm. Then, I felt up his forearm. I could feel the bulging veins. "You've got sexy arms"
"You like 'em, do you?"
"Very much" You can't talk about this man's confusingly sexy arms, without mentioning those beautiful hands of his. They were so big with long, beautiful fingers. "And you have lovey hands. The way these fingers play the bass, it makes a girl wonder"
Roger bit his lip, eyeing me up and down. He put his hand on my side and rubbed up and down. "This leaves little to the imagination. I can almost see your tits through this" He stopped to fondle my breast.
"Are you really going to sleep with your pants on?" I asked.
"I've got nothing on underneath" He admitted.
Oh. My naughty little eyes glanced downward. I saw the bulge in his pants. If that's how big he looked through his pants, I could only imagine how his cock really looked. I bit my lip and looked back up at him. "Can I see?" I boldly asked.
Roger clicked his tongue. "You're a naughty little minx, aren't you?" He held me closer against him and put his forehead to mine. "Not tonight, darling. I want to take my time with you. I don't want to rush into the sex"
"But isn't that what an affair is? Isn't it just about the sex?"
"But I don't just want sex with you" Roger sounded very serious about that. "I want an emotional connection with you"
"So, does that mean you'd want to take me out on dates and stuff?"
Roger smiled. "I suppose so, but just don't expect big romantic gestures from me. I don't do that shit"
I giggled. "I can live with that" Roger kissed me again. He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. He set me down on my back while he was on top of me.
We went at it like this for a while. Just kissing and touching. He started kissing along my neck. When he was satisfied with all the kisses he gave me, he fell beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist. I turned my head so that I was looking into his beautiful green eyes. He was grinning at me, clearly content with the position we were in.
"I want to be with you for as long as I possibly can" He told me. That was the last thing he said to me before we both drifted off to sleep.
~r.w~
Last night felt like a dream. I mean it had to be, right? Maggie agreed to be with me. But it was real. And I knew that when I opened my eyes to find her sleeping peacefully next to me. I didn't wake her. I just stared at her as I stroked her hair.
Had this been any other girl, I would've just fucked her and kicked her out. I've done it before. I'm not gonna pretend like I've been the most faithful person to Judy. But it wasn't going to be like that with Maggie.
Her eyes eventually opened. She smiled at me. "Morning"
"Morning, darling" I repeated her greeting. And without another word, I leaned in to kiss her. Her hand moved to cup my face and I held onto her waist.
A knock on the door disturbed us. We pulled away. Maggie sighed with disappointment and I was just pissed with whoever had the nerve to knock and disturb us. I got out of bed and went to go answer the door. Andrew looked very confused when he saw me.
"Roger? What are you doing in Maggie's room?" He didn't look too pleased with the fact that I was with her.
"Roger?" Maggie called out. "Who's at the door?"
"It's Andrew" I answered her. Andrew stepped inside while I just went back to go sit on the edge of the bed. I felt the mattress dip behind me as Maggie crawled towards me. Her arms wrapped around me from behind and she kissed my shoulder.
"Is everything okay, Andrew?" Maggie asked our manager.
He looked pissed at the two of us but neither Maggie or I seemed to care. "I thought I made it perfectly clear between the two of you to stay away from each other"
"I don't really see the problem if the two of us decide that we want to fuck" I said.
"Might I remind you both that you are both in relationships, with one of them being a marriage?" Andrew reminded us. He looked at Maggie sternly as he said that. She didn't say anything as he continued. "You two being together might also prove as a distraction for the rest of the band"
I scoffed. "Well it's not any of their fucking business on what Mags and I decide to do, now is it?"
"It will be if it causes tension between everyone" Andrew argued.
"That's not going to happen" Maggie's demeanor was calmer compared to mine. "What? Do you think they'll get jealous of each other because one has me and the other doesn't?"
Andrew sighed in frustration. "We'll discuss this later. I've got to go wake the others up"
"You might have trouble getting Syd out of his room" Maggie warned him. "He locked the door and wouldn't answer when I went knocking"
"Of course" Andrew muttered under his breath. It was clear that he was getting just as frustrated with Syd's recent behavior. "If he continues on like this, I'm gonna have no choice but to send you all home" Andrew turned to leave but gave us one more look. "I don't know what exactly is going on between you two but whatever it is, it ends now, okay?"
Andrew left, leaving the two of us alone again. Maggie rested her head against my back. "I'm really worried about him, you know?" She said, referring to Syd. "There's clearly something deeper going on with him"
"Believe me, I'm worried about him too" I told her. "But if he doesn't want to get help for whatever it is, then that's his choice and we can't do anything about it. Believe me, I tried" I did try taking Syd to a psychiatrist once, but he refused to get out of the car to go in.
Maggie stayed quiet for a moment. "We're not going to end this just because Andrew said so, right?"
"This thing between us barely started yet" I said. "It's our business what we do with each other. It's not the band's business, it's not our manager's business" I turned so that I was facing her. I cupped her face in my hands. "We'll make this work, darling, don't worry" I sealed that promise to her with a kiss.
I don't know how long this was going to last between us but I wanted it to be for as long as possible. And if she decides that she wants to end things, then I'll respect her decision and I won't let it influence my decisions about her during things with the band. The thing is though, would I be willing to let her go so easily if she wanted to leave?
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M, N, S?
You managed to pick all the long form options for me, so this is going to be a little bit of a long answer-post. lol
M: Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.
Despite having my now three fandom sons that I adore (Zevran, Crow, and now Astarion), this is actually tough, since each of those three men have their own respective problems that I'm not sure I'd put up with in real life if I knew men like them. Such is the catch of liking morally grey characters (well, minus Crow I guess).
I suppose I could choose from outside of that pool, but oh there's so many options to sift through... I'm tempted to say Isabela from Dragon Age 2, but I feel like, unless we're good friends, she'd sell me out for a goddamn klondike bar. Though, the inverse is that she'd sell everyone else out for me, because she seemed very much a "ride or die" friend once she's actually on your side.
I guess I'll just say Crow. He's the safest option, since I feel like his issues are much easier to deal with when he's plucked out of the D2 universe. He's still hella reckless trouble, but at least I would know he'd always have my back, and I wouldn't have to worry about getting a "hey I murdered someone... maybe a lot of someones" phone call. (*stares at Astarion, Zevran, and Isabela...*)
N: Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).
I'm going to go for "in general" rather than specifics since, thinking about it, these could apply to all the things I've dipped my toes into.
Heteroplatonic relationships. Men and women can co-exist in a friendly manner. There doesn't always have to be a romance. This is honestly aimed at writers of media and not at the fandoms (because in fandom, you can do whatever the fuck you want, you're writing for yourself). For example, I was watching Across the Spiderverse with a friend and, even though we both knew why they're a thing, we just kinda went "you know, Miles and Gwen could just be friends... do we really have to have a romantic subplot here?"
(This said, it is a little exhausting in fandom to constantly see that two characters can't exist in a space without being IN WUUUUUV. *stares wearily at the Heartsteel fandom* ... Yeah, as someone that imagines the boys as all just being found-family-friends, I'm not going over there. There is nothing for me there.)
Now this one IS a fandom one: BE FUCKING NORMAL. It is so tiring seeing people harassing other people over absolutely stupid and trivial shit. It is even worse when the fandom turns that brand of crazy on the people behind the media (*motions to people being weird to Neil Newbon, for example*). I know this is a tall ask that will never come to be, but... it's why I live in the walls and don't really interact with much.
Of course, when I'm put on the spot, I can't think of things. Um, scraping my brain for a third item... I guess I'd like to see LESS reducing characters to being "uwu softboy"?
(I don't know if women characters get this very often, since I mostly only interact with men character fandoms and when I do read stuff with chicks, I generally don't see this.)
It is a bit... tiring. Like, again, you can write whatever you want, but I feel like... if you need to sand the edges off of a character and change them to like them, did you really ever actually like that character? Or did you just like the idea of the character? I feel like, at that point, just make an OC based on them. You've basically done most of the steps to get there.
That's all I can think of at the moment.
S: Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)
Hmm, I have so many. I'll stick with D2, since you're more of a D2 moot.
A short one: I headcanon, gear wise, that Crow uses the Celestial Nighthawk helm with the Hrafnagud ornament (because it is mentioned that he does sometimes wear a helmet), and uses the Ashen Wings ornament on Hawkmoon. A trivial little headcanon, but there it is.
A long(er) one: I guess this isn't entirely a headcanon, since I feel like it's been mostly confirmed in lore, given the frequency of characters going out beyond The Walls and ending up in towns, but I like to think there are many settlements beyond The Walls of The Last City, and I like to think that given enough time and being left alone long enough, the lingering spectre of The Concordat could capitalize on those wayward towns, left to defend themselves largely by themselves (with the exception of getting some help from a passing Hunter or two). It's just too unlike humanity to all agree to hang out in one spot. We aren't like that. We are all too prone to saying, "Fuck you, I'll take my chances forging my own path".
Going along with that headcanon, in a tangential sort of commentary note: I do think, if it weren't for all the fuckery going on (the Traveler peacing out off of Earth and going into orbit, for example), keeping people's minds preoccupied, we'd genuinely have a situation of The Vanguard vs Everyone Else, because it seems to me like a lot of humanity isn't too keen on the Guardians anymore. Again, with the idea of the settlements, I imagine they especially aren't keen on them, since they could be made up of people exiled from The Last City, and people who feel left behind. Hell, we saw the sentiment in Season of the Splicer. Lakshmi wouldn't have been able to drum up that much support if it weren't for people feeling that way just a little bit. Actually, going back even further, we see that sentiment with Suraya prior to her joining up.
I guess, thinking about it, you could say my headcanon is that the real situation in the D2 Universe is that while The Vanguard and the Guardians are fighting for humanity, a pretty decent chunk of humanity has zero interest in fighting for them.
Does this count as a headcanon? I don't know.
On a rambly OC sidenote: that was the entire idea behind the AU of Ardwynn being all "king of thieves bandit" living outside of The Last City, because he's such a hero "I want to help people" kind of guy. He'd look at everyone living outside and at The Last City, and at what Guardians are, and aren't, doing, and would decide to find a way to help people. Honestly, if it wasn't for Shaxx hanging out in The Tower, helping the Vanguard, Ardwynn probably would throw his lot in with The Concordat.
#haldie answers#I'm terrible at figuring out what counts as a headcanon sometimes#since I like to stick fairly closely to canon#I feel like this got really rambly
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