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A Popstar Grian AU - Ari AU (Part One)

Or, @angeart and I put Grian through a lot of pain for no good reason.

Hello! Like two people showed interest in my post about Ari AU, thus here we are. This is not really a 'fic', but it isn't a short summary either. Let your mind go wild. Let your imagination be free. Read my words, boy.

This is Part One. Part Two is here. Part Three is here. Part Four is here. Part Five is here. The tag for this is #ari au.

But before we start, some introductory things you should know.

This is scarian. Don't read if you do not like scarian.

Grian uses he/she pronouns and is transfem genderqueer, I tend to default to she as it helps differentiate her from other characters a lot, but I mix it up.

I somewhat based this AU on attitudes towards celebrities / stars from the 2000s - present day, so this can be read as a period piece in some ways... This concept started with the song 'The Fear' by Lily Allen. I recommend giving it a listen.

This is the "real world", so no hybrids, no respawn, no "code", etc.

CONTENT WARNINGS for this Part: stalking, physical assault, attempted sexual assault, drugging, mentions of vomit, hospitals, me autismposting about music genres.

You can always stop reading! The AU starts out pretty tame and gradually gets, well, worse. But I promise it has a hopeful ending! Eventually!

(also please ask me questions, send ideas, reblog, comment, etc. because I love this AU a lot) (and thank you to Ange for enabling me and adding amazing scenes to this au)

Album One: ‘Sunshine Sedative’

Grian, better known by her stage name ‘Ari’, is a popular singer-songwriter embarking on a world tour to promote her latest album, Sunshine Sedative. The album is indie pop-y and bright, exploring themes of romance, self-empowerment, and subtle references to gender and sexuality. Grian’s style on-stage is hyper-feminine, flashy, and fashionable. He’s known to be a bit prickly, demanding, and stubborn off-stage, slow to warm up to the people around him.

The tour bus carries both Grian and her key crew. Pearl (marketing, PR and organisational work), Impulse (costumes and tech), and Mumbo (tech assistant and main contact for Grian’s manager). Though Grian likes to self-manage, preferring to do her own make-up and plan the set-lists for her own shows.

Recently, Grian has been running into some issues with stalker fans and online haters, receiving some threatening messages on social media. Mumbo tries not to let him doomscroll on his phone too much, even going so far as to confiscate the phone while on tour. This is Grian’s biggest tour- no one was prepared for her to become a star or “indie darling” type- and the fans are… a bit crazy.

After the anonymous threats, Grian agrees to get a bodyguard. This is where Scar comes in. At first, Scar is a little terrified. The company he works for advised him not to annoy or upset Grian, and to always call her Miss Ari. Never disagree with her or do anything he isn’t contracted to do.

Scar throws all of this out of the window pretty fast. Yes, Grian is especially difficult when they first meet, but Scar can tell it’s because Grian is stressed. About the tour, about the fame, about the threats.

A show results in Grian getting a sore throat, and Scar offers her some tea with honey, rambling on about how his mother used to make it for him when he was sick. Grian begrudgingly takes the tea, and tells Scar to just call her Grian from then on. She’s not a fan of the blurring of her private and public life.

Eventually, Grian gets bored enough to rant to Scar about how Mumbo won’t let him use his phone anymore, and Scar offers to sneak it back to him. They have a laugh scrolling through celebrity news and playing silly games together. Then they get found out and both get a stern talking to from Mumbo and Impulse. (Pearl laughs at them in the background).

As Grian’s tour starts selling out, more tour dates are added, extending their time on the road. Scar continues to sneak Grian’s phone to her, pushing her to have fun rather than scroll through hate messages. It seems like a peak moment for Grian, delighted by the idea that she has so many fans, and beginning to develop a bit of a crush on Scar. Grian even starts acting a little nicer.

Tabloids and Stalkers

The fame comes with more caveats than Grian anticipated. One day, while Scar and Grian are reading some dumb article on Grian’s phone, she receives a random message from a burner account. It’s a picture of Grian, through a hotel window, half dressed. Grian recognises the hotel, one they stayed in a few nights ago just to get away from the tour bus.

Someone knew she would be there. Knew what room she would be staying in. There is a vaguely ominous / threatening message attached. It makes Grian never want to step foot outside again. It makes her feel sick. Suddenly she can’t focus on anything around her.

He has a panic attack.

Later, as Grian is pacing the floor of the bus, he’s told not to make an announcement about the stalker. She decides herself not to go to the police, and, after some hesitation, not to cancel the tour. They can’t disappoint all those people.

Over the next few shows, Grian gets closer to Scar. Both because they get along so well, and because Scar is there to protect her. He's clumsy and funny and once he starts talking about something he likes, it’s hard to get him to stop. Grian finds him incredibly endearing and, more importantly, incredibly safe.

But things are bad. Grian can’t even go to a public bathroom without Scar checking to make sure no one is waiting for her. He feels constantly watched, constantly on-edge, constantly afraid. The paparazzi don’t exactly make it easier.

Tabloids love Ari. She’s a superstar, a real diamond in the rough who came from nothing. They’re obsessed. Anything she does in public can make a tabloid front page. As the tour goes on and her songs rocket up the charts, it only gets worse. The flashes of the cameras have started to scare him.

Scar is an angel, dealing with the paparazzi professionally and confidently. He stands in front of Grian and chases the cameras off. But it feels like they can’t go anywhere. They can’t do anything. Even when they stop at another hotel, Grian can’t tell if the people outside are stalkers or journalists.

The pictures on the tabloid front pages are no longer stunning shots from the shows, but rather blurry snaps of Grian trying to escape the cameras. Images of Grian, wide-eyed and scared by the surprise of a camera flash, before she could put on a fake smile. Grian, through a window in the parked tour bus, with teary eyes. Even private moments are no longer private.

Media outlets start to pay for more intimate photos- anything the journalists might get fired for trying to snap themselves. It gives the stalkers (there are certainly multiple, now) more incentive. Grian keeps the curtains closed in every building he visits, and draws the tiny blinds on the bus.

Relationship Goals?

In the meantime, Grian’s crush on Scar is getting more obvious, but she’s afraid to say anything. Dragging Scar into this, with all the harassment he would face if they revealed they were together, isn’t what Grian wants. She flinches away when Scar offers a comforting touch, not wanting to risk a photograph.

Scar is the one, then, who takes the initiative. He sits with Grian on her little fold-out bed at the back of the tour bus, all curtains drawn and the door closed. He holds her close and tells her firmly that no one is going to see them here. They're traveling at 50mph on a motorway and no one can even see through the windows anyway. And that's maybe just enough for Grian to let himself lean into Scars touch. Admit his feelings.

There’s a sense of shame he's carrying with them. He shouldn't have fallen for his bodyguard- someone who has to stay with him, contractually. She tries to say as much, going on and on about all the terrible risks Scar is bringing to himself by dating her, but Scar cuts Grian off by kissing her, anyway.

As soon as the media gets a hint of the relationship, things seem to go downhill. Diehard fans don’t react kindly to Grian’s choice of man, especially the ones who want to have her for themselves. Someone throws something at Scar when Grian is leaving a show, hitting him on the head. It isn’t a bad injury, but it bleeds a lot, and Grian only feels worse about it when Scar insists he’s okay.

Actual Bodily Harm

The fans seem to get more… intense. Stalking and threats of harm increase, while the fans' behaviour at shows seems to get worse. As the tour is nearing its final few weeks, people start to throw things onto the stage. The first time it happens, Grian cuts the set short without anyone really noticing. The next time, someone throws a glass bottle, and she walks off.

He tries not to make a big fuss about it, simply leaving without playing a single song. She feels awful, of course, for leaving the normal fans without a show. Perhaps they should refund the tickets, or something. She doesn’t even notice the glass shards in her foot until Scar points them out, horrified.

Pearl convinces Grian to take a picture of the injury and make a PSA post on social media. Even when the adrenaline wears off, Grian’s resulting breakdown seems subdued.

No one throws anything at the next few shows, except for a trans pride flag. Grian wears it as a cape, and feels amazing, for once, hearing the cheers and screams of joy at the gesture. She loves that she can be a symbol of hope and love for so many people. It’s even enough of a boost to get him acting more like himself again in private: mischievous, bright, and creative.

It is near the end of the tour when things go completely, utterly wrong again. Grian and the crew all go to a bar after a show, to celebrate the last week of the tour. Three more shows, and then it’s over. Grian is in somewhat normal clothes, compared to his usual getup, but still puts on his persona just in case they've been followed by the paparazzi (again).

Everyone's having a nice time, drinking a little and hanging out. As always, it is nice to be getting away from the bus. Pearl and Impulse buy far too many shots, much to Mumbo’s dismay. Grian laughs and jokes and raises her voice, not caring if she’s croaky the next day.

He doesn't notice someone watching him from across the room. Doesn't notice them slip something into her drink when she goes up to the bar. She pays for another pint, and they strike up conversation. Giddily, she chats with them, rambling about how good life has suddenly become. As he sips his drink, he doesn’t register how focused on him they are. How their dark eyes don’t leave him once.

It’s fine, until she stumbles, on the way back to the booth everyone's sitting at, and the stranger catches her before she can fall with strong arms. They're talking, but Grian isn't really listening. She’s nodding along and mumbling about needing to get back to the booth. Back to her friends.

It feels wrong. They keep hold of her shoulders. They're saying something about getting her home safe. Something about how they've been waiting for this…

He realises what’s happening far too late. Panic clutches her chest for a split second. Long enough for him to call out for Scar. She's already being manhandled out of the door before Scar comes to her rescue. Thankfully, by a miracle, close enough to hear the cry for help.

Grian knows something happens to the stranger, because they're on the floor and bleeding. Voices buzz, muffled, around Grian. There are more hands on her. She doesn’t like it. Her head hurts. Scar’s hand is bloody as he hugs her. Grian passes out.

Hospital Visit One

The crew, quite obviously, take Grian to the hospital. He was drugged, and it’s clear what the perpetrator wanted to do. It shakes them all, left wondering whether the creep knew who Grian was, or just randomly targeted a drunk stranger on a night out. Either way, none of them want to go near a bar any time soon.

On the way to the hospital, the press capture pictures of Grian unconscious, or half-awake with no awareness, and by the time the morning rolls in, the papers are already speculating about addiction and ‘gone wild’ narratives. When Grian wakes up, still slightly delirious, he's told, hesitantly, by Pearl, that they have to release a statement soon in order to clear his name and control the narrative. Grian can’t find it in herself to cry about what happened.

Before any statements are made, the police come to talk to Grian. They arrested the perpetrator and searched their house, not that it’ll result in much. They show Grian pictures of rope, duct tape, knives, and a poster from her tour.

Feeling numb, Grian takes a moment to go throw up in a bin, then tells her team she wants to make a statement now. She wants it recorded, as she is, now. Pearl and Mumbo try to argue that it really isn't a good idea, without a script and looking… bad, but Scar and Impulse back Grian’s choice. Reluctantly, Mumbo grabs one of the nice cameras from his car- the bus was far too conspicuous to park at a hospital- and they record.

They don't know what Grian’s going to say, but, put basically, the video explains everything that has happened- from the stalkers to the glass to the drugging- and apologises to the fans who did nothing wrong. And even the fans who just wanted to know some gossip, because they weren't really to blame. Then she announces that she's cancelling the rest of the tour.

Mumbo shuts off the camera. Everyone apart from Scar is a bit shocked. Incredulous. Shouldn’t they talk about this? Is it worth it to cancel at the last hurdle? Scar cuts off the protests, pointing out how insensitive it is to try and make Grian perform after everything. Grian stays quiet as Scar somewhat lectures the others. It’s a rambling mess of an argument, but it works. They apologise.

The statement video is posted online, and Grian is left to rest. Scar remains at his side.

Once Grian is checked over and discharged, they get back to the bus fast. She retreats to her closed-off space at the back of the bus, telling everyone to get on with their jobs. Once she's alone, she replays the images the police showed her in her mind. He thinks about what could have happened. He thinks about the stranger's hands on his shoulders and at his hips. She remembers that she started out just wanting to make music, and she cries.

#ben chats shit on the internet #ari au #grian #scarian #gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitshipping #im not gonna tag all the warnings just please be smart about this.#long post #im insane. please reblog </3

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morgannite22 · 2 months

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Kalego’s Favorite Food

Robin was currently walking around the grounds of Babyls when we spotted the various students having lunch under the tree that Iruma had grown. Looking over he noticed the variety of foods the students had. It reminded him of when he made dinner for the teachers in the dorms last night. Kalego had been there since it was one of the times the teachers gathered to discuss assignments.

“Hmm, I wonder…” Robin pondered as he recalled Kalego eating the food he had made. “What’s his favorite food?” He muttered to himself. He thought about the various dishes he's made that he totally did not force Kalego to eat. None of them Kalego seemed too stoked about. It was then a thought came to mind and he grinned. “Guess I’ll just have to figure it out!”

On the other side of the school, Kalego felt a chill go up his spine as he was teaching the misfits.

The day goes by and Robin bursts into the faculty room. He notices a few other teachers there. He sets his sights on Marbas and walks over him. “Hey!”

Marbas flinches at the sudden yell and looks up to a sea of green. ‘Oh no,’ he thought. “Did you need something?” Marbas asked politely as despite not being the biggest fan of his coworker, he didn't want to be rude.

Robin grinned. “Do you know Kalego sensei’s favorite food?!”

He had asked loudly enough that it had attracted the attention of the other teachers in the room.

“I-I don’t,” Marbas answers.

Robin felt disappointed but thanked Marbas anyway. He continued to ask the other teachers but kept getting told no. By the end of it, he was feeling a tad hopeless. He walks over to his desk and sits down. ‘Does anyone know?’ He wondered to himself as he sighed.

He was shocked out of his thoughts when a familiar voice chimed in. Looking up he saw it was Dali and Raim. “Hi there,” he says tiredly.

Dali and Raim’s eyes widen at the unfamiliar greeting from their always-so-cheery coworker.

“Everything okay?’ Dali asks him with a small smile present on his face.

Robin sighs, “Not really.”

“What’s going on little guy?” Raim softly asks him.

“No one knows Kalego sensei’s favorite food?” Robin tells him with a gloomy expression.

Raim chuckles. “Yeah, no one knows much about that grumpy guy. We've been co-workers for years yet he refuses to tell us anything about him,” she pouts.

Dali lays a hand on Raim’s shoulder giving her a look of not right now. They both look down to see Robin looking even more depressed.

“Ah sorry,” Raim says feeling bad for upsetting Robin further.

Robin felt even more bummed at hearing what Raim said. It was then he was shocked from his thoughts when Dali chimed in. Grinning, Dali tells him,” We might not know, but we know someone who might~”

For the first time in the last hour, Robin felt a bit of hope. He looks up to Dali with a vulnerable look. “Who is it?”

“His high school buddy Balam sensei of course!” Dali tells him with a teasing grin. “He knows all about Kalego sensei’s deep dark past,” he chuckles.

Robin had completely forgotten about Balam. He didn’t know that much about Balam, but if Balam could give him the answer he was looking then he didn’t care. With completely disregarding Dali's last comment, he jumps up from his seat yelling, “Thank you,” at Dali, and he dashes out of the faculty room.

Dali and Raim chuckled as they waved at him all the while giving him words of encouragement.

Robin swiftly makes his way to Balam’s office. Not even knocking, he barges in causing Balam to almost drop the tea he was holding.

Before Robins's abrupt entrance, Balam and Iruma were having their usual chat about Iruma’s life as a human. Iruma had flinched as well with Robin entering. ‘I hope he didn’t hear anything,’ Iruma anxiously hopes.

Balam himself was also hoping that Robin hadn’t overheard anything as that was more trouble than it's worth.

“What’s Kalego sensei’s favorite food? Dali sensei told me you might know.” Robin asks him.

Balam and Iruma sighed in relief as it appeared that Robin didn't hear anything. They then both perked up at the question.

Iruma himself now felt curious as he didn’t know Kalego’s favorite food. ‘Maybe if I find out and make it he’ll like me more,’ Iruma thought to himself. It was then Opera felt a chill go up their spine.

“Kalego’s favorite food?” Balam asks with Robin nodding his head. “Do you know,” Robin asks.

Balam taps the chin of his mask as he thinks to himself.

“It has to be gourmet right? He seems fancy like that!” Robin asks. ‘Wait can I even cook gourmet? Well, no matter, I’ll try anyway,’ he thinks to himself as he shrugs.

Balam chuckles. “You would think that, but nope.”

“It’s not?” Robin tilts his head to the side with a confused look.

“Not at all. He actually enjoys home-cooked meals more.” Balam tells him.

Robin and Iruma were both shocked at the unexpected information.

Balam chuckles at the shocked expressions on their faces. Most would look like that when they learn about Kalego. Sometimes even Opera would be shocked though not often.

Robin quickly recovering from the shock asks, “What’s his favorite then?”

“He enjoys Hamburger Steaks,” Balam calmly tells him.

Robin felt happy to learn something about Kalego, but also sad as Robin hardly ever worked with meat dishes. He wasn’t exactly a vegetarian but he preferred vegetarian food. ‘If it’s for Kalego sensei then I’ll make it,’ he thought determinedly.

“That’s his second favorite,” Balam says causing Robin to perk up.

“What’s his favorite then?” Robin asks in anticipation.

Balam grins under his mask. He knew Kalego would be mad at him, but it was all too worth it. “His favorite is definitely Stuffed Devipeppers.”

Robins's jaw about dropped at the sudden news. Stuffed Devipeppers…’ he thought. With him often being the cook for the other teachers in the dorms they had to eat whatever he cooked. That being mostly vegetarian dishes. It just so happens that Stuffed Devipeppers were Robins's signature dish that he made quite often. When he realized that he felt a blush come to his face.

Watching this Balam couldn't help but smile at Robins's reaction. Robin hadn’t known that Kalego often made unnecessary trips to the teacher's dorms just for his cooking. Balam recalls Kalego one time telling him that despite Robin being annoying, he enjoyed the food he made.

‘He…He likes my food…” Robin thought as his mind was trying to cope with the fact that Kalego liked his food the entire time. He felt happy even ecstatic, but also a bit embarrassed. “I-I gotta go!” He yells at Balam and Iruma as he runs out of Balam’s lab.

Balam chuckles as he watches Robin leave. ‘Hope all goes well for him,’ he thinks. He then looks down at Iruma and notices that Iruma was messaging Opera. Looking closer he could see it was about wanting to cook a new dish. Balam felt happy that Iruma cared so much about Kalego, but Opera on the other hand was dreading it as they messaged back, “Yes Master Iruma.”

Authors note:

Really hoped you enjoyed it! I have more stories on AO3 so be sure to check them out!

Suggestions for stories are always welcomed!

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #anime #iruma kun #fanfic #m!ik #robin bars #naberius kalego #fanfiction #writing

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paulmcf4rtney · 2 years

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Hiii! I was wondering if I could ask for the Beatles little head cannons/Blurbs where the reader is an author???

-Also I really like your works <3

Of course my love!! (I very much apologize for how short it is ☹️☹️)

Anon asks for Beatles hcs where reader is an author!

And THANK U SO MUCH!! that really means a lot to me <333

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John

-Definitely likes children books, or at least books from his childhood.

-Alice in Wonderland is his favorite.

-The biggest reader of the 4.

-If he found out you’re an author he’d 100% would beg you to write a book about him.

-Probably finds it very attractive that you’re an author.

-John cannot take anything seriously for the life of himself and you.

-Would read your drafts with a joking pompous tone.

-“Mmm, this one just isn’t right! Where is the extra details!?”

-Makes silly faces to really contribute to the act.

-You giggle at his comments “critiquing” what you write, John constantly tries to lift your mood with his playful words of encouragement, and you love it.

Paul

-Appreciates novels and history.

-Just like John he’s a bookworm.

-He would definitely buy you a fancy type writer for your birthday, knowing you’re an author and all.

-You love the gift and you were excited about it.. But you were confused on *how* to even use it.

-You’ve of course used a typewriter before but not something this fancy.

-“I appreciate the typewriter Paul, but.. All of the buttons are confusing.”

-He’d stand behind you while you’re in your chair and guide you to each button, explaining what it does.

-Literally right in your ear. His voice could make you fall asleep you won’t lie.

-Your face would be red as a fucking beet. You thank him for the help and give him a kiss on the lips before digging right into writing.

George

-Into autobiographies or anything similar.

-George was excited and curious when he realized you were writing an autobiography and he’s in it.

-This sweetie pie would be bringing you cups of tea in the morning during your work hours or when things get particularly stressful.

-You thought your life and what’s going on would be easy to write down. But unfortunately you still get writers block.

-Especially when you fear that your life is boring and that no one will actually read what you’ve wrote.

-George would try to soothe your worries by reassuring you that your life story is plenty interesting.

-“But ay don’t rush it, this is about your life ye know.”

-You nod in agreement. His thick accent and toothy grin makes your heart melt as you continue with your book.

Ringo

-Likes fantasy books!

-He was always in his room sick a lot as a child and used fantasy to escape.

-He’s literally your #1 fan of your published books.

-Even if it’s not a genre he likes he will still read it and even buy multiple copies.

-You know, just to show how much he loves you. :)

-Ringo is such a malewife sorry not sorry.

-You also started to write positive articles about the boys, especially knowing what people and the press have been saying about Ringos appearance.

-You’d write a billion articles combatting the negative ones if you could.

-“Is my nose really that big?” Your heart broke, it just wasn’t true!

-“No Rich, your nose is perfect, and so is everything else about you, don’t read any of those snobby articles!”

-You could tell your comments made a difference in his confidence and the articles you were writing. It made you happy.

#the beatles #the beatles x reader #author!reader #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison x reader #ringo starr x reader

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lyranova · 1 year

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Hii Lyra , I hope you're not too burdened by writing for all those requests 😊😅.But can I request Modern university AU for William x Zera ? I really love those two 😁❤️.Thank you in advance!

Hiya anon! Thank you, and honestly I'm not too burdened with them, I've been taking my time and have just been writing my requests little by little while also self-indulging 😌. Of course you can, I was actually inspired by @thoughtfullyrainynightmare for this fic, and because I like it a lot more then what I originally wrote I decided to post this one instead! I apologize it isn't fluffy and is hurt/comfort, but I still hope you enjoy~!

Solara belongs to @/thoughtfullyrainynightmare, Josele belongs to @loosesodamarble and Briar belongs to @koneko-pi !

Word Count: 3,571

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of a car accident

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Zera frowned as she looked around the lecture hall, their class on Wave energy in coastal cities had started 30 minutes ago, but there was one student missing. One who was always early, and never absent.

William Vangeance.

He was the star student in this class, and while he was quiet and kept to himself, everyone seemed to like him, including the professor.

Which was why Zera wasn’t his biggest fan.

She felt that the only reason they were sucking up to him, stroking his ego, and giving him all the praise they were was because of who his family was and how powerful they were. And because he liked the attention they were all giving him, he just…let them continue instead of telling them to stop.

It annoyed her. She didn’t like people like that, and wanted nothing to do with them, even if they were surprisingly handsome!

But at the same time it felt…strange that he wasn’t in class, was he sick? That would make sense. But if he was, wouldn’t he have called the professor beforehand to let him know? Instead of leaving him there, confused when William didn’t answer ‘here’ when his name was called during roll call.

Something was strange, and it only got stranger when class ended, and he still hadn’t shown up.

As Zera walked into the cafeteria, she began to scan the crowd, looking for his white hair and ‘moderately good-looking’ face. But she still didn’t see him, nor did she see Fuegoleon Vermillion, who always had lunch with him. She saw Nacht Faust, Morgen Faust, Nozel Silva, and Yami Sukehiro, but not those two. It was very suspicious.

She suddenly got a whiff of her favorite tea under her nose and was pulled out of her thoughts, she turned a bit as she followed the arm that was holding it out towards her.

“ A tea for your thoughts?” Solara asked with a warm smile, and Zera smiled a bit before she muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ as she took her tea.

“ For Zera to be so lost in thought that she didn’t hear us coming means she was thinking about something very important.” Josele said with an amused grin as she came up beside the other two with a coffee in her hand.

“ I wonder, were you thinking about our upcoming exams? Or were you thinking about something more…personal?” Briar asked as she came up to the others as well.

This was the Sister’s daily routine. Even though they weren’t related by blood, people would often mistake them for being blood related due to how close they all were. They had been friends since their time in high school, and even though they were all in college now and were in different majors, they were still just as close as they’ve always been. They typically got lunch together, spent weekends together, and even hung out when their breaks between classes matched up.

“ So, now that you’ve accepted the tea, you must tell us your thoughts.” Solara said, and Josele nodded beside her.

“ Tea for tea, so to speak.” Josele agreed, making the others laugh, and Zera sighed.

“ It isn’t anything too serious…it’s just that Vangeance wasn’t in class today.” She muttered as she brought her tea to her lips to take a sip.

“ And so, now you’re worried about him?” Briar asked curiously, her voice slightly hesitant. Zera suddenly choked on her tea and quickly shook her head as her cheeks became red.

“ I-I’m not worried about that arrogant jerk!” Zera said quickly as Solara handed her a napkin, so she could wipe the tea from her face. Josele hummed and raised a curious brow.

“ Your reaction to Briar’s question tells us otherwise,” Josele said with a knowing look, making the blonde haired woman’s face become even redder. “ And from what I’ve been told by Yami and Morgen, William isn’t really arrogant. He’s just serious and is a perfectionist, although I don’t think he’s quite as serious as Nozel and Fuegoleon are.”

“ Speaking of Fuegoleon, I don’t see him here either.” Solara muttered with a frown as she crossed her arms and narrowed her gaze. Zera nodded.

“ I noticed that too, maybe they’re both sick?” Zera muttered as her gaze narrowed too, and she heard Briar hum beside them.

“ If they’re both serious and are somewhat of a perfectionist, they wouldn’t just ‘skip school’ for no reason. Maybe they had an emergency?” Briar suggested hesitantly as she placed a hand under her chin, and Josele nodded in agreement.

“ I’ll go ask Yami and Morgen since I’m pretty sure they’ll know what’s going on.” Josele said as she began to walk towards their table, but she didn’t need to, as suddenly Zera’s cell phone began to ring.

She pulled it out of her pocket and frowned when it was William’s number, she scoffed and showed the others the caller I.D. before she quickly answered the phone.

“ Hey Golden Boy, where the heck are you? You missed class!” Zera began to scold him, but as soon as she heard his voice on the other end, she frowned again.

“ Sorry… I um… I need to ask you for a favor.” William muttered, his voice sounding soft and quiet, which only made her frown deepen.

“ A favor? What kind of favor?” She asked, her tone somewhere between curious and concerned, and she heard him sigh quietly under his breath.

“ I… I need you to come pick me up and take me back to my dorm room…please.” He asked, his voice hesitant, as though he didn’t want to ask her for help but had no choice. As though he felt he were being an inconvenience to her. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, when he asked like that, there was no way she could say ‘no’.

“ Fine, I guess I can come get you before our next class, although I don’t know why you can’t drive yourself,” Zera muttered the last part under her breath. “ Where are you?”

“ … The hospital.”

“ Alright…wait, THE HOSPITAL?!” She suddenly shouted, making those around her pause or jump in surprise. Her Sisters all stared at her with confused and slightly worried looks on their faces. Zera listened as he gave her the address and she quickly said ‘okay, I’ll be right there’ before she hung up the phone.

“ I’ll see you guys later, I gotta go!” Zera said quickly as she took off running towards the parking lot where her car was.

Just how sick was he that he was in the hospital?!

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Zera half walked, half ran down the hospital halls in the direction towards where William had said he was. She rounded the corner and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, his face covered in bandages, his arm in a sling. From what she could see on his arm and parts of his chest were also covered in bruises and cuts, this…hadn’t been what she expected.

Just what on earth happened?

“ Ah, you’re here, sorry for asking you to do this.” William muttered, a small smile on his face as he stood up, she rushed towards him as he winced a bit.

“ It’s fine! But, what happened to you? I thought you were sick!” Zera exclaimed as she looked him up and down, he shook his head.

“ I… I got into a car accident…” He muttered, his head hanging down in shame, and Zera’s eyes widened. He was in a car accident? As she looked over him again, his injuries did seem consistent with that. At least from what Solara had told her.

“ That’s why you needed someone to come pick you up,” Zera said with a shake of her head as it all began to make sense. “ But why didn’t you call any of your other friends? Why did you call me?” She asked in confusion, but he only smiled sadly at her.

“ Let’s go, I have a stop to make before we leave,” William said as he slowly began to walk past her, she turned a bit before slowly following behind him.

They walked down the hall, towards a private area where a different patient slept. She watched as stood there quietly, his purple eyes full of sadness, regret, and apology. He opened his mouth multiple times, but then closed them again, it was as though he couldn’t get the words to go past his lips. William suddenly turned around and began to walked towards the exit, leaving Zera standing there in complete confusion. She slowly walked towards the curtain, peeked inside, and her eyes widened, and a soft gasp escaped her.

Laying on the bed, unconscious and injured, was Fuegoleon Vermillion.

His right arm was in a sling, he had cuts and bruises just like William, and a bandage wrapped around his head. He looked just as bad, if not worse, than William did. So, did that mean, he was also in the car crash?

Zera quickly turned around and walked out of the hospital to see William standing beside her car, his eyes distant and sad, his hand shoved into his pocket as though he were trying to hide it from view. She quietly walked over to him, and was about to place a hand on his shoulder, but stopped herself.

“ Ready?” William asked softly as he turned to face her, she quickly brought her hand to her chest and nodded.

“ Y-Yeah, let’s go.” She quickly muttered before she unlocked the car and they both climbed inside before driving away.

The drive back to the dorm was silent. Neither one saying a word, the only sound was the soft music that floated through the radio, their quiet breaths, and Zera’s fingers quietly tapping against the steering wheel.

How did you ask someone about this? Did you just…ask them directly? Or was it better to be more tactful? Or should she just let it go, and wait until he was ready to talk about it?

Zera quickly shook her head, why would he talk to her about this?! It wasn’t like they were dating or even friends! They were only classmates, occasionally group partners, and that was all. So there was certainly no need to discuss personal and private things with one another. But as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and saw that regretful look in his eyes, she couldn’t stop herself from worrying about him.

She found herself wanting him to tell her what was going on, to share whatever burden he was carrying, for him to just…let it all out instead of keeping it all inside.

Because right now, he was far from being in a good place.

They finally arrived at William’s dorm, and she quickly got out and opened the door for him. He chuckled softly before muttering a quiet ‘thank you’ as he got out and began to walk towards the building, with Zera following close behind him.

They quietly walked into his dorm room, and he instantly threw his keys onto his kitchen counter before walking inside. She heard William mutter for her to have a seat and make herself comfortable, but Zera felt everything but comfortable in his room.

It was a minimalist design, which was what she expected, but it also seemed void of life. Sure, there were a few plants here and there in the room, but they looked rather…neglected if you asked her. She wanted to scoop them all up and whisk them away to her and Briar’s dorm room, where she knew they would be taken care of properly, but decided against it.

“ Would you like some tea?” William asked as he began to reach into the cabinets, Zera gasped and rushed over to him.

“ Let me do that! Jeez, are you trying to injure yourself even more?!” Zera exclaimed, her tone serious and scolding, she quickly shooed him away and began to reach for his tea.

William’s eyes widened a bit as he watched her begin to climb onto his kitchen counter, so she could reach his tea box and the cups. He began to look around for a foot stool but quickly realized he didn’t have any, so he made a mental note to himself to buy a few, just in case she ever came over again.

Although hearing her grumble about tall people, and quietly cursing her short stature, did make him very amused.

She quickly began to make them both a cup of tea, and once they were done, she walked over to the coffee table and set them down.

“ Coming?” She asked as she sat on the couch, and he quickly nodded before walking into the living area and sitting down beside her.

His heart began to beat nervously in his chest, he had never had a woman over to his dorm before, and could only imagine what the people were saying when they saw the two of them walk past. Could people think they were dating? Or that they were in a ‘friends with benefits’ type of relationship? Well, it would be more like an ‘enemies with benefits’ type relationship, since everyone knew Zera didn’t like him.

“ Hey Will,” Zera began softly, her voice pulling him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at her and saw a hesitant look in her eyes, which took him by surprise, he had never seen that look on her face before. “ What… What happened?”

William sighed, his mind beginning to race, and his heart beginning to beat more anxiously against his chest. How…where did he begin? What he did, what he accidentally did…how did he say it out loud? How did he say that he nearly killed one of his friends?

He looked back at her and saw she had a patient look in her ice blue eyes, one that told him he could take his time, that she would wait, and that she wasn’t going to push him. William felt grateful that she was letting him take his time, that she was willing to listen to him, that maybe…maybe she cared about him.

“ Fuegoleon had called me, and told me that his car broke down and that he couldn’t get to school, so I decided to go and pick him up, so he wouldn’t be late. But I mismanaged the time, and it took us longer to get back than I thought. So… I started speeding, not much, but I was still speeding, and…suddenly a rabbit appeared in the road. I dodged it but turned the wheel too much, and I lost control of the car, so we hit the wall, and the car flipped over…honestly we’re lucky we only made it out with broken arms and minor injuries.” William explained, his voice soft, and his purple eyes looked away. He didn’t want to see the disappointed look on her face.

Zera nodded slowly, and a sigh escaped her as she suddenly set her tea cup down.

“ I screwed up…really badly.” William suddenly muttered as he ran a hand over his tired face.

“ You did.” Zera agreed calmly, and William frowned, that wasn’t quite what he was expecting to hear from her.

“ I nearly killed us.”

“ You did.”

“ Wow, you really know how to comfort someone and make them feel better.” William muttered sarcastically as he suddenly leaned back against the couch, a humorless laugh escaping his throat.

“ And you know how to get angry, which is something I thought was foreign to you,” Zera said with a grin before she rested her head on the back of the couch as well. “ And besides, why should I lie to you and tell you that what you did was fine and that it wasn’t your fault, when we both clearly know that it was.”

William sighed and closed his eyes, while he was taken aback by her honesty, he was also strangely comforted by it. It was…different. If it had been anyone else, they would have told him that it wasn’t his fault, and that accidents happen, and that he shouldn’t blame himself. But she wasn’t doing that, rather, she was doing the opposite of that.

Which was very refreshing.

“ I shouldn’t have been speeding, I should’ve managed our time better,” William muttered softly, his eyes staring at the white ceiling above him.

“ You should have.” Zera agreed softly, her eyes staring at his face.

“ I should have listened when Fuegoleon told me to slow down, that it would be okay if we were a few minutes late,”

“ You should have.”

“ He’s going to hate me once he wakes up, and he’ll probably never forgive me.” William muttered, tears stinging his purple eyes as he thought about how angry Fuegoleon would be once he woke up, and how their friendship was probably ruined forever now.

“ Hate is a strong word, but I do think he’ll be angry at you, at least for a while.” Zera half agreed as she watched the tears pool in his eyes and slowly slip down his cheeks, she wanted to reach out and comfort him…but stopped herself.

“ I destroyed our friendship…” Zera quickly shook her head and moved closer to him.

“ I don’t think you destroyed it. Sure, you damaged it, but I don’t think it’s beyond repair.” Zera told him softly, and when the words left her lips, he suddenly turned his head to face her. His purple eyes shining with sadness, and a pleading hope in them.

“ How do I repair it?” He asked, his voice soft but full of hope, he didn’t want this accident, his stupid mistake, to ruin a friendship he had since he was in high school. He watched as her blue eyes scanned his for a moment, as though she were trying to find the words to say.

“ Well, firstly, I would suggest not doing anything drastic like paying his hospital bills or buying expensive gifts to express your apology-.” Zera began, and he frowned a bit.

“ But, I already paid his hospital bills.” He told her, his head tilting a bit. “ Was that wrong?”

“ N-No! Well, maybe…it was a very sweet gesture and the least you could do but… Fuegoleon might misunderstand and think you’re trying to buy his forgiveness or something, so if it gets brought up, I would clearly explain my intentions if I were you.” Zera said, after thinking for a moment, she watched him nod slowly.

“ I also suggest apologizing, it isn’t much, but it’s a start. While he may not forgive you right away, or at all, I still think he would at least appreciate it.” Zera said, and he nodded again. She could tell just how important this friendship was to William, and how he was desperate not to lose it.

“ And after apologizing, I recommend giving him some space and letting him come to you when, and if, he’s ready. Because while it was an accident, you still did something reckless that could have killed you both, and he needs time to process that. As do you.” Zera told him softly, and she watched William nod.

The two then just sat there, silently staring at each other. William with sad and regretful eyes, and Zera with sympathetic and caring ones. She felt bad for him, he had made a mistake, and because of it he could lose a very important friendship. The look on his face was similar to that of a sad puppy, or maybe a sad bird, yeah, a sad bird seemed to fit him better.

She suddenly watched as a hand reached out towards him slowly, for some reason she just felt compelled to reach out and touch him. To place a hand on his cheek and wipe his tears away with her thumbs, to wrap her arms around him and pull him into her embrace, while telling him that it would all work out. That Fuegoleon would forgive him, and that they would repair their friendship, even though she wasn’t certain that would actually happen.

She watched his eyes widen, and his cheeks grow red as her hand moved closer and closer to his face, but then suddenly she stopped, and she yanked her hand back. Her blue eyes wide in surprise and her cheeks grew red, she instantly glanced up at the clock above his head.

“ Oh my look at the time! I need to get to our next class, I-I’ll see you later!” Zera stammered as she quickly jumped up and began to gather her things. “ Oh, and don’t forget to take your pain medicine every twelve hours, and I’ll come by later with your homework and notes!” She added as she quickly ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her loudly.

William sat on the couch in complete confusion, she normally couldn’t stand him and made it very well known, but just now…she looked like she wanted to hug him, or maybe…kiss him? She looked so understanding and warm, but now she was cold again. As though she were conflicted on how she felt about him, or maybe, maybe, she was beginning to warm up to him?

He chuckled and shook his head. She was a very confusing woman, but that was one of the many things he liked about her, she always kept him on his toes and would end up surprising him when he least expected it.

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Thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a good day!

#asks #anon🌟#black clover #black clover fanfiction #black clover oc fanfiction #black clover oc #zerilliam #zera x william #william x zera #oc; zera #william vangeance

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ingravinoveritas · 1 year

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neil clarified that it's not the fans he's upset with and that all he asks for is for people to either stop showing the leak or to at least mark it and the conversation around it as spoilers, which is more than reasonable. i still can't believe that what is possibly the biggest moment for the fandom has gotten out like this and that people are so insensitive when it comes to not putting up any warnings. i was hit by the image on twitter this morning and i'm still unhappy, hours later, about something that usually would've brought me immense joy, because the show means so much to me and i wanted to experience the season in the way it was intended. maybe just don't say that you're not going reveal the spoiler only to then talk about it in a way that leaves no questions. you can tag for potential spoilers on tumblr and there is also a read more option, so you're able to put things under a cut. it takes so little effort to be more considerate.

(Grouping all of the Anons that I got in response to my post together. Not included in this array is another Anon that I am not posting by request, but the tone is very similar to Anon #1, so that should give you an idea of things.)

Okay, so...wow. Obviously there are a lot of feelings around what happened, which is understandable. But what I'm a bit taken aback by is the seeming lack of personal accountability in a few of these responses. At no point was anyone obligated to continue reading my post if they thought a spoiler was about to be shared, and I find it peculiar that some folks are getting angry at me because they decided to employ critical thinking skills while reading my post (and also, why would you keep reading if you didn't want to see a spoiler but thought one might be forthcoming?).

There's also the notion that The Thing by its very nature is a strange thing to categorize as a spoiler because it shouldn't be surprising or a "twist" for these characters to be in a confirmed relationship...unless Neil was hoping to score brownie points with it after all of the "queer-baiting" accusations from last season. But blaming me for somehow adding to the sturm und drang around the spoiler news is not on, because while I realize I am an easy target (certainly easier than Amazon, at any rate), all of the above is also failing to take into account that I did not actually share the spoiler in my post.

That being said, I am certainly glad that Neil did indeed clarify (on Tumblr and Twitter) that he is not upset with the fans. The problem is, by the time he did so it was already too late, as the post he reblogged had received much more traction than the follow-up(s) and fans were already taking his word as chapter and verse and turning on other fans. This was also another point of concern, seeing how intense the parasocial relationship between some of the fans and Neil seems to be. As I've said previously, it is absolutely understandable for Neil to be upset/angry about what happened and we can, as fans, say that his wishes as the creator should be respected.

But where I saw things go way over the top was what you mentioned, Anon #3. People seemingly breaking down and falling over themselves to apologize to Neil, as if we are his friends whom he would have come over with a cup of tea or a bottle of wine to cheer him up after a bad breakup. So it was that particular response that I felt was really disproportionate to the events that occurred.

Anon #2, the link you shared does work, and I had to laugh at the highlighted comment, as well as Neil's original one, which now seems to have aged like milk left out in the hot sub-Saharan sun for an entire week. In a way, we can definitely say that Neil did warn us, and what he said came true--that if one hung around the official channels, little bits and things would be released into the wild. Amazon very much did fuck up, but it's hard not to find the hilarity (and irony) of them fucking up in the most Good Omens-y, "incompetent angel and demon losing the Antichrist" way possible.

To your point, Anon #3, the leak happened because a 2-frame clip was included in a compilation video that Amazon posted that included clips from multiple shows. But it's for this very reason that most fans didn't think or realize that it was a leak in the first place. So I think you could classify it as a poorly done promo, because whether it was intentional or not (and goodness knows I've seen plenty of theories floating around as to which is the case), it still generated buzz and discussion around the show, which is what promotion of any kind is meant to do.

As you said, however...in the end, is this truly going to make anyone not watch the show? I was away/nonstop busy last week and weekend, so I haven't really had time to process everything, but now that it's sinking in, I am SO incredibly excited. While, yes, it would've been lovely to learn this information in the context of the show and I do understand people who feel disappointed due to this, I genuinely cannot imagine how this news could make the experience of GO 2 less joyful, or why any GO fan would not watch the show because of it. I also have posts from as far back as a year and a half ago alluding to these developments only as a possibility, and I'd very much like to reblog some of those just because of how amazingly/hilariously well they have aged.

With all of that in mind, as I stated previously, any posts I do make from here on out that allude to the spoiler even slightly will be tagged as such (with the tag #go2 spoilers), and will be placed under a "Keep Reading" cut. Because I know there are folks who are dying to talk about all this, whose excitement may have been tempered somewhat in the wake of the fallout but who I am sure are feeling elated and full of anticipation now more than ever.

So those are my thoughts on the follow-up to last week's fandom implosion. Hopefully I've addressed some of the concerns people have, and while I know I likely won't change anyone's mind, I have plenty of other feelings and thoughts to share that I hope folks will stay tuned for...

#anonymous #phantomstars24 #reply post #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman #go2 spoilers #trying to provide a balanced perspective #hopefully we can all chill out a bit from here on in #please let next week be better #fandom woes #discourse

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 2 years

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In the face of hollywood: Liked

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tags: @sammyiguess @ryoiii @alocalsimmer @daoreogirl @lalnasstuff @nanaosaki3940 @lillearchv @shayewrites @cathyoliveros10

Synopsis:

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹-𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘈𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘒𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘺𝘢, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 100. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦?

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A/N: This chapter is a news skit, so it’ll be short! This is my way of putting something out but not breaking the important parts up into smaller chapters. I hope you enjoy this! Chapter 4 should be coming soon since I’ve already started writing it. Thank you all for your patience and support on this story! Comment to be tagged! More Levi work can be founded on my masterlist.

“ Today, Y/n has given us updates on where she is in terms with promoting her album! Today on instagram she posted this!”

“ She posted these pictures from her album release concert that was held in L.A. She wrote with the caption. ‘ Thank you so much L.A for giving me a night I will never forget. The fans are truly my home and I can’t thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to do what I do best. I’m honored to make you all just as happy as I am when I am with you. Truly yours, Y/n-‘ Now isn’t that sweet? We just love Y/n and she seems to be having a great time. The post was rumored to be liked by Levi Ackerman, the singers Ex- Boyfriend of four years.” The reported said, before continuing.

“ But that isn’t all. Y/n posted this photo on her instagram story with the caption, ‘ One of my biggest supporters and my best friend. Love you so much, xoxo Y/n.’ This was the picture.”

“ Y/n posted this to her story shortly after she posted the pictures from her concert. But it doesn’t stop there. The tea is hot today everyone! Paparazzi caught Y/n and Megumi Fushiguro out in L.A as a diner getting all cozied up with one another.”

“ Y/n and Fushiguro seemed to be kissing or what seems like a more-than friends interaction. Given all this evidence I think it’s safe to say these two are definitely more than friends. Could this be Y/n’s way of moving on? I wonder how Levi feels about all this. That’s all on E! News, stay tuned for more right after the break.”

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enbyleighlines · 10 months

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Leigh plays Tellius prt 12

I forgot how dramatic Geoffrey can be. But I guess with a best friend like Bastian, he would have to be a little dramatic.

I love how Ike continues to value his work as a mercenary above everything else. Of course, I don't think this high level of integrity is common amongst mercenary groups, but the Greil Mercs have always been different. Like how Greil himself would take work without pay, if it meant helping out someone in need. They fight for people, not for ideals such as honor or glory.

Now, I remember this map giving me so much trouble when I was a kid. This was the map that had me give up on not losing any units. I remember sacrificing Calill here, back in 2007, just so I could finally advance to the next chapter.

So when it came time to face this map again, 16 years later, I was feeling rather nervous.

Turns out I had no reason to be nervous, because I wiped the floor with all the enemies without issue. The boss gave me a scare at first, when I realized he was activating a skill in battle. I was afraid it was Resolve, but it turned out to be Parity, which was far less intimidating.

What a gorgeous scene! I love this moment between Elincia and her retainers. Their friendship is so great, and I'm glad that they got to be reunited.

This may be my shipper goggles blinding me again, but... was there something in that letter you don't want others seeing, Tibarn?

I understand where he's coming from, but it is jarring to be see a young boy say "Kill 'em all!"

Love this base conversation. Ike cannot be bothered to figure out what the hell Bastian is talking about half the time. And we learn that, though Ike's not a fan of desserts, he does drink tea! Unsweetened, I imagine, but still. Idk why, but I really love the idea of manly man Ike sitting down and having a cup of tea. Maybe he even used to have tea parties with Mist as a child. Too cute!

Here comes Largo. I do think this entire conversation is hilarious enough to justify Largo's existence as a playable unit, but otherwise I have never used him and probably never will. That being said, I love his character development in Radiant Dawn, where he goes from a fame-seeking beserker for hire to a humble restaurant owner and doting father.

I made Jill another custom javelin, and I named it Diablo because of how much it cost. Plus it's red, to match her armor!

Funniest NPC? Funniest NPC.

They don't go into it, but I can imagine that Soren must be really nervous at this moment. He's about to lead a discussion in front of an army that includes judgemental Begnion knights, beast laguz, and hawk laguz, including the king of the hawk laguz. That's a lot of pressure, especially for a character who doesn't feel comfortable talking to anyone that isn't Ike. He did a brilliant job, though! It probably helps that he has an A rank with Ike now, so his biggest insecurity has been put to rest.

Kudos, Soren! You're going to need that growing confidence when you're promoted to chief strategist of the Laguz Alliance.

I love how Ike is just so taken off guard here. This conversation also raises some questions for me. Namely, how long do pegasi live? Didn't Elincia say that this one belonged to her great-grandmother? Are they just like... immortal?

Time to seize Fort Pinell! This map is a little intimidating due to its sheer size, especially it doesn't have many choke points. However, I managed to beat this map on my first try. Luckily, they let you take a ridiculous amount of units, so I managed to just cross the field by lining up my defensive fighters in a long vertical wall to keep my squishies protected. Meanwhile, Ike, Soren, and Ranulf destroyed the entire upper right section of the map all by themselves.

The Black Knight fight is coming!! I'm so nervous ahhhhhh

It was also around this point that I realized that it would be nearly impossible to achieve one of my goals. I intended to get Ranulf to level 20 with as many capped stats as possible. Unfortunately, after doing the math, it looks like the only stats it's possible to cap are strength and defense, because you get him so late in the game, and his stat caps are so ridiculously high.

For example, you get him at level 9, which means he will only level up 11 times. In order to cap his strength, he has to level up strength 10 times, which is possible, but not without a lot of resetting. Meanwhile, in order to cap his defense, he has to level up his defense 13 times, which is only possible if you get him to level up defense Every Single Level, plus give him a Draco Shield for that +2 defense.

As much as I love Ranulf, I want to use that Draco Shield for someone else if I can. So in the end, I only capped his strength. And I was only able to do so by burning through the rest of my bexp. Ugh!

Was this worth it, or a massive waste of resources?

Probably the latter, but what's done is done.

Either way, Ike's 1v1 match with the Black Knight is imminent. I would like to save Nasir if I can, so I'm hoping that I get lucky with triggering Aether.

#leigh plays tellius #path of radiance #fire emblem path of radiance #fe9 #tellius

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10 facts about your characters.

Nick back and Riley in your fan fic au

Oooo yes

Nick

The most emotional of the group, but also the one who knows his emotions the best. Wears his emotions on his sleeve

He really enjoys singing and has a really pretty voice. Can and will sing through entire musicals by himself

He is the tallest of the puppets, but that doesn’t mean he is tall by human standards. He is 142 cm or 4.6 feet. Teases Riley a lot for being the shortest of the Handeemen

Wears clothes if they are fashionable and comfortable, he does not care about if they are more masculine or feminine

His favorite tea is mint tea. Other favorites are various fruit tea. The only coffee he would tolerate is iced with a lot of sugar

Really wants to display his art (paintings, statues, etc) where a lot of people can see it, but is actually terrified of people disliking his work. He is very much a perfectionist, and when he starts a project it takes a lot for him to actually drop it if he isn’t happy with it

Time blurred a lot for him, so he has little reference about how long they have been alive, or even how long it goes in between people checking on him or him checking up on the others

The one of the Handeemen who would grasp social media the quickest, surprisingly for them all he is the one who understands technology the best

Had very little interaction with Scout, and only met her on her second host as she tried to flee an angry Riley. He was cold towards her, having been interrupted in his work, but let her continue her escape from Riley

Longs for freedom above all, but is also content with living as is. For him, safety is the most important thing. The studio provides it from the outside world, even if it doesn’t protect from Ennioch, so he is fine with being there a little longer

Riley

She is a night owl, working best when it’s dark outside. Sure, her sleep schedule is fucked up, but it’s quiet enough for her during the night

Loves stars, galaxies, and anything astronomy. As the only one leaving the studio for longer periods of time, she will admit that some of that time is just used to looking at the stars until Ennioch has enough and forces her back to the studio. Really wants to create her own starmap one day, and see aurora borealis

Her damage is the most severe of all the Handeemen, especially her mouth. She isn’t quite sure herself what Pierson did to damage it (I’m gonna write either a one-shot or a flashback for when he was there), but it hurt a lot. She struggled to talk for a while, the pain being too much, and while she didn’t let the others see the injury, Nick made her the mask she uses

Loves coffee, and drinks it without sugar or milk when she can. Not a big fan of tea (and stops drinking the sorry excuse of tea they have after a while), but joins the tea parties whenever possible

While she doesn’t really hate Scout, she dislikes her, and a big factor of that is jealousy. Scout managed to defy Ennioch, somehow convinced Mortimer to let her have a second and third chance, and then escaped to live what Riley can only assume is a good life? Yeah, she’s jealous, but will never ever admit it

Loves comfy clothing and weird graphic t-shirts, and would probably live and die in an oversized hoodie if she could. At the studio, her clothing options are limited, and not very comfortable, which she blames on Owen. She blames a lot of her problems on Owen

Doesn’t like sugar or sweet stuff, she prefers sour or bitter tastes whenever eating or drinking. Not the biggest fan of food in general, but has conducted experiments with what puppets can eat. Food or drinks usually disappear magically and gives them energy, but it isn’t needed. She did eat expired food once tho, and decided she was never doing a food experiment with what they had in the studio ever again

Not a fan of jewelry, but likes pins, both science-themed and dog-themed

Adores Rosco, her best boy, and dearest companion. Can and will pick Rosco over everyone else, no matter the reason. On the show, he was supposed to be her therapy dog for her anxiety (yes she has built-in anxiety, thanks for that Owen), but the network wouldn’t allow it, so he just became a big goofball instead

Likes heartbeats. She prefers when there is a steady and normal rhythm, but she also (with Ennioch’s influence) thinks it’s fascinating how a host’s heart starts racing when she experiments with them. Puppets do not have hearts or heartbeats, but she sometimes feels it like a phantom limb, and when it happens it terrifies her. When living with Bee (and after she became more comfortable with being there), she likes resting her head on Bee’s chest to listen to her heartbeat, a reminder that she and the others are alive

Thanks for the ask ^^

#hello puppets #nick nack #riley ruckus #answered asks

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bilbobagginshome · 2 years

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A Deadbeat's Journal 6

A Jotaro Kujo x blackfemreader fic

Jotaro’s thoughts.

Y/n’s mom is such a complex being such that I can't seem to fully wrap my head around. She is equal parts hot and cold, either sporting a calm disposition or extremely jovial, to the point of fright.Nowadays, she has a more neutral stance on almost anything , especially after the entire incident .

Do I like her? Like is a strong word. As a person raised by a loving mom and absentee dad , I empathize with the struggles y/n’s mom overcame raising her so y/n’s current mental health is not entirely her fault. Hell, I even went through an angsty phase of my own which makes me cringe at thought but in spite of this my mom never drove me mad. Is it unfair that I’m somewhat blaming y/n’s mental health on her mom’s past actions? Perhaps, but objectively speaking ,she is the common denominator in y/n’s ego fluctuations and idealistic world view.

We’ve been meeting at a broody french cafe after our work days so that I can sneakily give her updates on y/n’s improvement.And as usual she’s a few minutes late .Honestly this used to irk me a bit but i’ve soon come to learn that people in Mombasa are far too easy going to maintain punctuality. I experience this all the time. For instan-

“Jotaro, Good evening , sorry to keep you waiting.” Ms Faith said remorsefully.

“It's no problem , would you like me to order you anything ? perhaps tea alongside a slice of cake.” I questioned , slightly perturbed at how zoned out I was.

“That would be lovely ,thank you .” She responded politely as I gestured to the waiter.

“Anyway how have you been, how’s work, your mom told me you got a new grant. Congratulations.''She said enthusiastically.

“Yeah I did , I wasn’t expecting to get it but I’m grateful for it. Thanks, I appreciate it.”I responded calmly.

“No problem.” she says as she takes a sip of her milk ginger tea. I’ve never seen this woman drink a cup of coffee and she prefers milk in her tea .Maybe it's the reason she still looks 25 despite being twice as old.

“So , about y/n , is she bothering you? I know that she may seem entitled but she’s such a good kid but if you are unable to continue bearing with her , I can easily bring her home.”she asks with the encouraging afterthought of her innermost intentions which is always no-so-subtly shoved to my face.

“She’s fine. We recently got a cat , she loves her. She has also been practicing a lot of self control and how to deal with her sudden mood drops with her therapist.” I said , observing how she brightened up.

“Wow , that’s great news right Jotaro? She’s improving , so that means she can come home soon right?” her mom said .

Oh so that’s why she’s so happy ,she’s only preoccupied with the thought of bringing her home. This is why I’m not her biggest fan . She’s not overtly abusive and based on y/n’s childhood stories , her mom sort of revered her (still does ,to be frank), thus the reason she was very controlling . She kept y/n on a leash, practically monitoring her social circle . This led to her being a shut in kid and an isolated kid with no one but her mom who spews nothing but praises onto her was always bound to be a disastrous mix.

“Ms Khadija has advised against it.” Not really but why would I bring her back to you for the cycle to continue.

“Oh , I still am unsure about what that woman is feeding my child.” She remarked , punctuating her distaste with a click.

I didn’t comment on that statement . Retaining neutrality with Ms Faith is the most advisable route. She is an assertive woman and will easily take any remark you may say even in passing very seriously to the point of taking action especially if it pertains to her daughter . I am always encouraging mom to bite her tongue whenever she’s around her.

“Thank you Jotaro for taking care of her . You’ve always been such a gentleman so I’m ever grateful that you were willing to take your friend in during these trying times. May God have mercy on you.”she graciously said

“Amen,”I replied. I’m a practicing buddhist.

“Well , this has been enlightening , I’ll cover the bill so we can head out.” she said , already removing her wallet from her handbag.

“No mom, please let me pay, I insist.” I pleaded whilst already removing the notes.

“No my dear, you are still a child. You can start paying when you are married with a child.” She asserted , quickly gesturing to the waiter.

“Well , let me walk you to your car then.” I determinedly responded.

We spent the entire walk chatting up on other miscellaneous events. She left me with a kiss on the cheek and an assurance that she’ll visit soon.

No sooner had I opened the door, I’m met with Samosa who jumps off y/n’s lap to greet me and y/n who simply questions why I’m 30 minutes later than usual.

“Traffic hold up, what’s for dinner ?”

“Homemade Shawarma and fries.”

Buddha has once again favoured me.

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Making Jotaro a practicing buddhist whilst being around christians and living in a largely muslim populated city is the best thought I’ve had all year.

#Jotaro kujo Jotaro x reader jotaro x reader Jotaro x black reader jotaro x yn jotaro x black yn jotaro imagines jotaro scenarios jjba jojo

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Life Update: Holy Week '24

Hello, you 👋🏼

Honestly, I've been avoiding writing on here lately to steer clear of reflecting on my life, but today has been wild. So, here I am.

To start things off, I went on a "family trip" this Holy Week, which, according to Google, is when Christians observe Jesus' final days and crucifixion. It's a really special holiday in my very catholic country which also gives the chance for people to escape the city for a bit and reflect. Now, if you know me well, you're aware that family trips aren't exactly my cup of tea. Picture me enduring days of obligatory conversations with relatives who aren't exactly each other's biggest fans.

But when I got home, things really kicked up a notch.

I discovered that my then-boyfriend had impregnated his side chick, and they now have an undeniably adorable baby boy. Now, don't get me wrong—I've moved on. It's just ironic how we parted ways because he wasn't prepared to be a father figure while we were together just a little over a year ago.

Adding to the ex-related drama, it appears that a man I was once very sure I was going to marry blocked me on social media. Isn't life just full of surprises? I mean it’s fine and all but so much for "let's stay friends”.

Last but not least, a close friend and occasional fuck buddy messaged me about a girl we used to work with. Apparently, she's been reaching out to him since breaking up with her toxic boyfriend, attempting to make a move. I'll be honest—I couldn't care less about him seeing other people, but if he gets involved with this particular girl, that's where I draw the line. I don’t know if he’s forcing a reaction out of me or not but its insulting how we’re friends and you continue to parade her in front of me. Our bond isn't as solid as it used to be, and honestly, entertaining this girl would be the final straw for me.

Once again, in this time of reflection, I feel it's about time to let go of some more people in my life. It's sad but, c'est la vie.

Love, F.

#thoughts #life lessons #love #self love #relationship #feeling #emotions #self reflecting #holiday #sad thoughts

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Trevor Noah & The Grammys; EarBuds / Black Perspective Podcasts: Great Pods

Trevor Noah discusses hosting the Grammy Awards on his podcast This is undoubtedly one of Noah's best episodes as he offers listeners a close-up view of the Grammy Awards. In What Now? with Trevor Noah, the comedian and former Daily Show host brings listeners behind-the-scenes of this past weekend’s Grammy Awards.

From how they handled Meryl Streep and Taylor Swift’s late arrivals on live television (28:28), to Jay-Z’s speech (11:37), to a golf cart traveling the wrong way on the 110 freeway in the pouring rain to get Mariah Carey to the stage on time (7:55), and the Taylor Swift/Celine Dion moment on everyone’s minds (24:15), Trevor Noah gives us a fascinating peek behind the curtain of navigating music’s biggest night.

You can listen to the episode HERE.

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EarBuds Podcast Collective on Black Perspectives for Black History MonthEvery week, Arielle Nissenblatt distributes the EarBuds Podcast Collective recommendations by topic. Five podcasts are recommended according to a theme, and they are curated by a different person.

This week, the recommendation curator is Black perspectives for Black History Month. This week's curator is attorney / podcaster / racial equity consultant Whitney Knox Lee.

Lee choose this theme because "Race, as a social construct, holds tangible consequences. In cross-racial or multi-cultural settings, we frequently encounter perspectives from backgrounds vastly different from our own for the first time."

Lee continues: "Podcasts offer a safe and neutral avenue for this exploration; this Black History Month, I invite you to listen in on some of my favorite podcasters from the African Diaspora."

One of the most intriguing podcasts recommended is Tea with Tanya Black Maternal Wellness with Nneka Symister, LCSW. The show is described by its host as: "We dive deep into the topic of Black maternal wellness. Despite recent attention, Black maternal health outcomes continue to lag behind other demographic groups. We explore the disparities in maternal health outcomes for Black women and the factors that contribute to these disparities, including systemic racism, implicit bias, and lack of access to quality care. This conversation also discusses the emotional toll of being a Black birthing person, and generally discuss Black maternal wellness."

One of her best recent episodes about mindful ambitions for the new year. In this show, host Tanya Ambrose observes: "Our conversation will revolve around the power of intentions versus the fleeting nature of resolutions, and we'll delve into how to transform your dreams into SMART goals—specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and time-bound steps that pave a deliberate path to a gratifying new year."

Check out the EarBuds Podcast Collective for this week's recommended podcasts and for a superb collection and inventory of the most ear worthy podcasts you may have never heard of, but are dying to listen to.

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casspurrjoybell-28 · 10 months

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 49 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"So do you like the house? I know it's not the biggest, but there's plenty of land to expand it when we...uh, when we have pups later on."

'Pups. Daemon... he wants to have pups with me.'

I'm so overwhelmed with emotion I can't even express properly how happy I am.

I can only sniffle, nodding into his chest.

"It's perfect. Everything's perfect."

"Awe baby," he rubs a hand on my back to calm me down. "I don't want you to ruin your makeup."

"Shoot," I immediately try to stop my emotions from taking over, looking up and fanning my eyes so I don't smear the eyeliner as Daemon laughs at me.

"Is it smudged?"

I ask him worriedly.

"Hardly. I wouldn't worry too much though. I'm gonna make you cry for a different reason tonight."

I reach up and pinch his cheek lightly, scrunching my nose at him.

"Naughty Alpha," I scold as he continues to laugh, obviously getting a kick out of my reactions.

"But in all seriousness, baby, I don't want to force you. If you want to keep living with Lucien..."

"No," I shake my head, gripping his arms tightly. "I... I really really really want to live with you. It's like a dream come true."

All of the sudden I'm being lifted off the ground bridal style and Daemon is kissing me, grin evident against my lips.

"That's more like it," he says when he pulls away.

I squeal, kicking my legs, suddenly overwhelmed with excitement at the thought of living together and then he's spinning me around, making me laugh until I can't breath.

I'm tempted to explore the inside but Daemon is insistent that he wants to show me the roof.

He leads me up a small stair case to a door, opening it for us and letting me go through first.

Now I realize why he wanted to show me.

There's a beautiful garden lit with fairy lights, railings so there's no hazard of falling off and best of all, a beautiful view of the night sky not obscured by any trees or telephone wires.

The stars are bright and beautiful and I find myself mesmerized.

"Do you like it?" he asks me, obviously eager to hear my answer.

"Of course. The garden... can I grow stuff in it?"

"Whatever you want, shortcake," he smiles at me.

"Wow, it's like we have a view of the whole city from here," I remark, remembering how we drove uphill to get here.

The house must be built on a large slope.

I go over to the edge of the roof, setting my hands on the cool railing.

I close my eyes, breathing in and basking in the night breeze, not cool enough to make me shiver but not too warm either.

"That's why I picked it," Daemon comes beside me. "You know... I used to not believe that there was anything after we go. That's why it was hard, seeing my moms grave... But now, after everything that's happened, I truly believe our moms are watching over us from above, guiding and helping us."

I look hopefully up at the stars, envisioning what that would look like.

"They're up there with the moon Goddess, probably having a tea party or something."

Daemon watches me, eyes twinkling.

"You say the most adorable things."

"Hey. Take me seriously. It really could be true."

"I'm not denying anything. My mom had those special powers, after all," I huff.

"See?"

Daemon is thoughtful for a moment,

"I was always like my dad... never very religious but after being blessed with you... I guess I do have more faith."

I wrap my arms around his bulky one, squeezing him tight.

"You're so sweet, Daemy."

He pulls me close, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

We're quiet for awhile and I rest my head against his shoulder, completely at peace.

"What's your answer?" he breaks the silence.

So I stand on my very tip toes, pressing a deep kiss to his lips that he leans down into.

I pull away, gently caressing his stubbled cheek.

"I love you, too," I confess softly, gazing into his dark eyes.

He's quiet for a moment, just looking at me.

"You mean it?" he asks, as if not sure he can believe it.

My eyebrows crease in sincerity and I wrap my arms around his neck for emphasis.

"Yes. I've loved you for the longest time," I say, pressing my forehead to his.

"Even after everything?" he asks uncertainly and my heart aches.

He's probably been worrying about this the entire time.

"You were protecting me, Daemon. How could I ever blame you for that?" I say softly.

He crushes me to his chest, one of his death grip hugs that I've come to love because they're reserved only for me.

Then I feel the heave in his chest, hear the hitch in his breath and my eyes widen.

He's crying. I gasp, pulling back to look at his face.

Realizing what I'm trying to do, he scrunches his eyes shut but I can see the line of tears down the side of his temple and my heart just melts.

"Why are you crying, baby?" I say gently, placing my hands on his chest.

He takes a shaky breath in, pressing his cheek to the top of my head as I listen to how fast his heart beat is.

He responds, his voice close to breaking.

"Because I love you so damn much."

My stomach flips and it's like I'm hearing it for the first time again.

I need him. I need every part of him, now.

I look up at him, eyes glistening.

"Show me how much."

He's sitting on the bed and I'm in his lap, straddling his thighs as we make out, completely lost in one another.

His tongue explores every crevice of my mouth and I moan, tangling my hands in his hair.

I'm already so wet, grinding my heated crotch against his own, which is rock hard against me.

This makes him groan into my mouth and it's the hottest sound ever, leading me to do it again and again and again.

He loses it, flipping us over and pinning me to the bed, slotting his body between my willfully spread thighs.

His tongue pushes past my lips again and it makes me crazy for him, wrapping my thighs around his waist to get as much contact as I can.

The kiss deepens, Daemon rolling his hips into me as the force of his lips on mine increases, hot and heavy.

I make a noise of arousal into his mouth, my tongue fighting back against his only to be dominated once again.

"You taste so fucking good," he says, as if he's drunk on me, lust-filled eyes on my swollen lips as I pant, trying to catch my breath.

Then his large hand trails down to my crotch and he palms me through my pants, stimulating my hardened erection.

I grip his shoulders, crying out at his touch.

It's been way too long since we made love like this and god, it's amazing.

"Hmmn," I bite my lip, my eyes fluttering as his hands trail up under my shirt to thumb over my nipples, twisting them in his grasp.

"W-With your mouth," I beg up at him and his eyes darken before he's pulling off my shirt and taking a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue flicks it back and forth and my thighs clench before falling open again.

He continues groping my crotch with one hand while licking over my chest before trailing up to my neck and sucking on my sensitive spot.

"Daemon..." I gasp, rutting against his hand.

"So impatient," he teases, one hand on my waist as the other goes to pull off my pants.

"I bet you're soaking already," he licks his lips, pulling them down and I lift my hips up obediently so he can get them off.

I'm greeted by silence as Daemon stares at my lower body and I don't realize what's wrong until I remember the panties.

"Oh... Um, those..." I go to cover myself but Daemon grabs my hand to stop me.

"It's always something new with you," he growls, moving himself downward on me between my legs to get a better look.

He runs his hands over my thighs, going up under thin, lacy fabric of the panties.

"You're so damn sexy, did you know that? God, with that pearl choker and now this?"

He looks feral, pulling back slightly to observe me.

I lay there, clad in only the pearls and the panties, my chest heaving with arousal.

I must be out of my mind because the next thing I do is reach down and pull the panties to the side, revealing my wet entrance as I spread my legs.

"Take me."

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it’s been four weeks, thirty days, seven hundred and twenty hours, give or take, forty three thousand and two hundred minutes, and two million five hundred ninety-two thousand seconds.

it’s been four weeks, thirty days, seven hundred and twenty… can you hear the clock ticking?

it’s been four, long, excruciating weeks since i have had a full night’s sleep.

i don’t get it.

i open the internet app on my phone, and i type “insomnia”—the word that only makes my eyes roll out of their sockets at this point—into the search bar; as if reading about it some more could help me cure the problem. i tend to do that a lot.

it’s just that nothing seems to work anymore. i do what they tell me—i work out before bed, even though i hate working out. i stop eating three hours before i plan on going to bed. i drink all kinds of magic teas, stay off caffeine… and when that doesn’t work, i do the exact opposite, websites and internet are useless anyway, and you’re better self-medicating than reading and actually going through with what some wannabe-doctor-reporter writes you should do; but still, no effects whatsoever. and when none of the sleeping pills i get prescribed work… there come the sedatives.

see, i’m not the biggest fan of self-medicating. or medicating in general. i have some strawy bits of medical knowledge scattered around in my head, from hearing it here and there and remembering it; so, accidentally overdosing is not even a thing that crosses my mind when i take any pills anymore. and don’t get me wrong; it’s not that i don’t like the effect benzos have on me, it’s that i like it too much. and if i know one thing it’s that i don’t need to add a benzodiazepine addiction to my platter on top of everything else, especially since i have no one to get the pills prescribed by. they’re not a long-term solution. i know it, everyone knows it. i can’t live off off speed and xanax, no matter how hard i try to believe it.

so, i put “insomnia” into the search bar, pretending, almost, that i’ll find something new entirely, even if only twenty minutes have passed since the last time i searched it; but what else is there for me to do, when i can’t sleep, and can’t write, and can’t read.

“persistent problems falling and staying asleep,” says the top of the page in a font smaller than i’d normally think it’d be written in. “problems falling and staying asleep.” great. as if i couldn’t tell what the symptoms were already, after four weeks, thirty days, seven hundred and twenty hours… but i digress. “very common,” it says, right below that first sentence, “more than three million cases per year in the US, alone…”. i huff under my nose, because, however common it may be, no one i’ve ever known has had this kind of problem before… this, or they just drunk it away, and that won’t be the route i’ll take. i read along the page, line after line, and i think i probably have it all memorized by now, the whole page. i close my eyes, and out of sheer curiosity try and repeat all it says. “persistent problems falling asleep and staying asleep,” i say, and my voice sounds strange to my own ears, “very common, more than three million US cases per year, self-diagnosable,” i continue, feeling proud of myself for getting it right so far. sad, how when everything around you feels like a death sentence, you feel good about accomplishing things even as small, and as useless as this one. “treatment can help, but this condition can’t be cured.”

i open my eyes and am faced with these same words i just said out loud to no one but the empty space around me, staring me back in the eye. i quickly look at the upper left corner or my phone—twelve am, it reads, in fat, white numbers. another day has gone by, a new one has already started. one more to add to the no-sleep list; because two hours is nothing, if even a joke of a time to rest.

i blink. twelve o’one. another minute gone, and wait, there’s one more, and more, and i blink once more, and the minutes keep passing, time doesn’t stop for me. i don’t expect it to, yet i still feel like it should, when i think about it. i feel like it does, because i’ll blink once, twice, three times… and before i know it, it’ll be three in the morning and i’ll have spent yet another sleepless night, staring at the wall. with songs unwritten in my notebook, lines unsung onstage, ideas for new stories never seeing the light of day.

and how could i know? maybe they could be great? maybe they could change the world, cure cancer or end hunger. or maybe even just make a few people smile? they probably wouldn’t, but how could i know? i can’t. because they’ll never leave the stone cold walls of my head, never break free of the prison that’s my mind.

before i’ll know it, my whole life will have passed with me doing nothing but looking up ways to solve problems you know can’t be solved.

it’s been thirty one days, seven hundred and forty four hours, give or take, forty-four thousand, six hundred and forty seconds…

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maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33

I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙

The One Where They're There For Her

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)

Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)

Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.

Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)

Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.

That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.

Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.

Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.

"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.

"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.

Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.

"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.

Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.

"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.

"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.

"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.

Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.

"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"

And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.

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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !

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