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taegimood · 4 months

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— bestfriend!ot5’s reaction to you offering to help with their boner ♡

pairing: ot5 x fem!reader (separate) rating: nsfw, mdni wc: almost 3k oops 😭 warnings: some smut (oral obviously, m receiving), suggestiveness, perviness, pet names (babe, sweetheart, pretty girl), tiniest but brief bit of angst in tyun’s, some alcohol in jun’s, beomgyu being an annoying brat lmao

a/n - this took me forever to start (and to finish.. all in one sitting rip my eyeballs) but i loved writing this omg who wants a pt 2 follow-up 🫢

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yeonjun: this is the moment he’s been waiting for, y’all

it’s just like any other tipsy late-night shit-talk sesh on yeonjun’s living room floor, until it’s not. you’ve been lazily sitting against the foot of his couch facing each other while joking about beomgyu’s latest failure to get laid when somehow the conversation turns to your own personal sex lives. it’s not like you’ve never talked about that stuff with jun before; you’re best friends, after all. but something about tonight feels different. maybe it’s because you’ve been drinking, maybe it’s because the dim lighting of his living room is giving it a strangely sensual vibe, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you- facing you with his chin in his hand as his elbow rests up on the couch cushion, eyes more lidded than usual and sculpted collarbone peeking out from the sweater that at some point had slipped down his shoulder- but when the topic turns to your experiences with oral and he’s in the middle of complaining about how his last fling always gave him the worst head, what comes out of your mouth as you suddenly interrupt him is a shock to the both of you.

“i could do better.”

yeonjun’s eyebrows shoot up. the words had died on his lips. your own eyes are wide as you freeze, before fidgeting nervously, attempting damage control. “i mean.. from what i’ve been told. just saying.” you swallow hard as you inwardly kick yourself, avoiding his eyes and his silence as you bring the bottle of soju you’d been sharing to your lips in an attempt to feign casualty.

“is that an offer?”

it’s your turn to be speechless, nearly choking as you set the bottle down a little too hard, turning quickly to stare at him in shock; oh, he’s not joking. he watches you expectantly, a level expression on his face; though if you were to blink, you’d miss the smirk that his lips were threatening to inch up into. when your gaze flickers down to see the tent in his sweatpants that he hasn’t even bothered trying to cover, you swallow hard. the tiny crush you’ve always harbored for your best friend suddenly seems not so unreciprocated after all. you collect yourself. you’ve gotta be cool about this.

“well… do you want it to be?”

your best friend’s hands wrapped in your hair and his shameless moans filling the room as he pumps his cock in and out of your throat isn’t exactly how you imagined the night to go, but here you are! you can already tell from the lewd promises and filthy praises that he’s groaning out as you swallow around him — your legs will definitely be sore in the morning. <3

soobin: soobin.exe has stopped working

he didn’t mean for you to see, he really didn’t. you weren’t supposed to be home for another 15 minutes; what else was he supposed to do when it’s the first time all week that his hermit of a roommate has finally left their shared apartment and he hasn’t been able to comfortably get himself off since last weekend?

your convenience store run ended in disappointment as the tuna gimbap roll you were craving turned up empty on the shelves. with a grumble you had just grabbed the nearest container of ramen and a snack for soobin before trekking back to your apartment sooner than hoped for (by either party..), not in the mood to sit there and eat as you’d originally planned; but unbeknownst to you, soobin hadn’t heard you arrive back home, and also unbeknownst to you, he was stuck in a very… compromising position.

“soob, they didn’t have the- oh, fuck.”

rounding the corner into the living room to see your best friend seated on the couch with his sweatpants shoved down around his hips and his head thrown back as his hand fists up and down his very hard - very big cock - was definitely not on your daily bingo card. (or your lifetime one either, to be quite frank.) at the sound of your voice he’s acting faster than you’ve ever seen him move, a pillow shoved over his lap and his large figure smushed back into the couch cushions so quick that you question whether you even saw his cock at all, or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you. you decide that it wasn’t the latter, however, at the sight of his bright red face and quick, heavy breaths- a deer in headlights as his mouth opens and closes for a few moments, trying to find the words to speak.

you’re in the same boat — what are you supposed to say? hey, sorry that i caught you trying to get yourself off in our shared space that i also own which you’re very much aware of? and by the way your cock is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen and i want it in my-

wait, what? you don’t even have time to process the sudden warmth between your thighs as soobin finally finds his words. well, kind of. “i-i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t- i was just trying to- i thought you’d still be a while, i- it’s been so long since i-“ he cut himself off at the last part, an even deeper blush coming over his cheeks at his accidental admission. wonderful, now she’s gonna think i’m some sort of incel. but the last thing that either of you ever expects is happening as you step forward carefully, approaching his shocked form on the couch before stopping to maintain some distance.

“soob.. do you want help?”

let’s just say that his best friend slotted between his thighs as she bobs her head up and down his fat cock with eager moans and a mix of spit and pre-cum lewdly dribbling down her chin wasn’t exactly on soobin’s bingo card, either. but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t pay you back for it right after. <3

beomgyu: *laughs in your face* 👁️👄👁️ switch-up

um, did he hear that right?? it was an innocent instance of you utterly roasting each other into the grave with bullying remarks, just another tuesday for the pair of you- you’re just sitting on your bed in your usual criss-cross legged gossip-time position when beomgyu apparently decides that he’s bored laughing at something soobin did and chooses you as the better candidate to laugh at instead. the plushie of yours that he’d had resting in his lap is now a method of defense as you attempt to thwap him over the head with your own plushie, yelling at him to “take it back!” as he cackles mercilessly after claiming “at least soobin can get bitches if he stops being shy enough, you’re just an all-around lost cause.”

“you don’t even know what you’re talking about!!!” you whine as you finally manage to knock him onto his back, going in for the kill as your leg swings over one of his, your plushie smushing down into his face as his now-muffled giggles still ring out annoying as ever. “i get bitches too!” you defend yourself, although even your own words immediately cause you to cringe; damn, you really do sound like a loser, huh? but your momentary lapse of attention has beomgyu knocking your plushie away, laughing even louder as he responds “that is EXACTLY what someone who can’t get bitches would say.” you groan and smack his chest, rolling your eyes as he cradles himself dramatically. “you’re literally wrong. i’ve dated before! like once. and there was that other guy from the smoothie place last year.. we, like, hung out a few times.” but you’re mumbling now, pathetic to your own ears as beomgyu’s shit-eating grin grows with each word.

“you’re kinda proving my point, here, babe.” you shiver at the pet name, however condescending his tone may be. god, how is he still so attractive even when you want to strangle the fuck out of him? “you’re so cocky,” you complain with another roll of your eyes, an attempt to both distract yourself from beomgyu and distract beomgyu from the humiliating topic. he sits up to lean back on his hands as it’s clear you’re finished with your little murder attempt. “yeah, cuz of my monster cock.. that can get bitches.”

that’s it. the sudden urge to prove yourself to him overtakes you as you snap back, “i bet your ‘monster cock’ has never even seen head as good as what i can give.” another laugh— until he realizes you’re serious. the smile falls right off of his face. you don’t miss the way his fists clench around the blanket he’s leaning back on; or the slight strain in his voice as he answers, voice suddenly low and almost breathless- “yeah?”

you were right; beomgyu’s cock has never gotten head as good as what you’re giving him right now as your throat bottoms out with a filthy gag, no hesitation when you lift off with a pop before sucking on him hard enough to send his head reeling. you know what.. maybe beomgyu wouldn’t mind being proved wrong more often after all. but of course, he has to prove himself to you now, too. <3

taehyun: “if… you want to” he definitely wants to

taehyun was stressed. that was clear to anybody; the recent storm closing the businesses down for the week, including the local gym, and his own job that he of course relied on to pay rent. you had been over at his apartment when the weather took a turn for the worse; so now here you were, snowed in with no where to go, forced to work from taehyun’s computer, eat his food, and wear his clothes. (the latter of which neither of you would admit to being turned on by. …….yet.) taehyun was doing his best to work out from home with what little equipment he had, although he wasn’t able to do much, which frustrated him to no end — not as much because he was a gym rat, but more because it was his primary stress reliever. so today it doesn’t help, of course, that his pretty best friend is currently sat at his desk in one of his baggy sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that she had to roll 6 times to fit her little legs.

he didn’t mean to snap at you. when you accidentally knocked his extra monitor off the desk and onto the floor, cracking the screen, it was just because you turned around too fast— you were excited to see him :(— but it’s the last straw of the day for taehyun. he can’t work out properly, his job isn’t paying him during the off-time, he’s had a constant boner from you hanging around in his clothes all week, and now- now he’ll need to go get his stupid monitor fixed once the weather clears up. “shit, tae, i’m so sorry-“

“god, why are you so fucking clumsy, y/n?”

the silence causes instant realization as his eyes snap up to meet your wide, now-watery ones. “i’m.. i’m sorry..” you whisper, and immediately he wants to punch himself. “fuck,” he groans as he shakes his head, coming to kneel down in front of the chair you were still sitting in. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to snap at you like that. you’re not clumsy. i know it was an accident, please don’t cry.. i’ll pay for the monitor. it wasn’t your fault.” he’s murmuring while he soothes his hand up and down your arm. you’re shaking your head as you wipe at your eyes. “no, no, it’s okay; i know you didn’t mean to snap. i’m still sorry though. let me help pay for it…. i know you’ve been stressed, tyunnie.” you say the last part quieter, gentler as you meet his eyes. he hates that his cock twitches in his pants at something so innocent; but what you say next makes him feel much better about his own perverted thoughts.

you’re nervous about your next words. you really hope you’ve been reading the room right this last week. “let me help you..?”

his eyes widen, before he quickly recovers in an attempt to keep a level expression. “help.. me?” do you mean what he thinks you mean??? “the weather still sucks. there’s not much you can do, sweetheart.” he chuckles, testing the waters with a pet name as he studies your face carefully for a reaction. his eyes flicker down and quickly back up when your thighs squeeze together marginally in response. a-ha. “no, tyun… let me help you here.” you whisper with a soft, testing touch to the band of his sweatpants. oh, so you definitely mean what he thinks you mean.

who really needs the gym or your own closet after all, when you look so pretty on your knees for him with his cock down your throat as he calls you his pretty girl and promises to fuck you so good later just like you deserve? not the two of you, apparently. <3

huening kai: *spits out his drink* coughing fit

kai wasn’t kidding when he told you that he might be too busy to hang out if you came over, although this wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind. when you headed over to his apartment you figured he was caught up studying for some big exam or something of the like; what you didn’t think you’d find was him yelling into his headset at beomgyu as his fingers flew over the buttons of his controller, leaning forward in his seat with crazy eyes and 3 open cans of energy drinks next to the screen. you sigh. “kai, really? this is what you meant by ‘too busy’..?” he jumps slightly at the sudden sound of your voice in his room, but doesn’t turn around. “y/n! yeah, sorry- i’m just in the middle of- FUCKING MOVE, BEOMGYU! of a tournament right now, been trying to rank up for hours- BEOMGYU!!!”

you wince at the intermittent screaming, plopping down on his bed to watch as you hear gyu’s protests of self-defense piercing through your best friend’s headset. “i think you’ll need a hearing aid after this..” you mumble, receiving no response as expected. however, you get bored after scrolling through your phone for a while, sulking shamelessly at the lack of attention you were receiving — although you were warned that if you came over he might not have any to give. you sigh, but you understand; these tournaments are important to hyuka, even if you couldn’t care less about them yourself. don’t get me wrong, you love gaming too, especially with your friends— especially with kai — but you weren’t exactly as obsessed as they were when it came to being the biggest legend in this group of - you squint - 100 players that this world has ever seen.

selfishly, you had almost even hoped for more from this evening… you’ve been trying to drop hints lately at your feelings for kai, although your level of success was yet to be determined. this would be the first instance all week that you’d have some alone time together; despite his claim to busyness, you still figured you’d try your luck by coming over. you eye the 3 energy drinks and his bouncing legs with a chuckle. what are my options here? hmm.. you’d worn some particularly short shorts tonight, knowing he’d definitely notice the plushness of your thighs.. experimentally, you stand up and approach his desk, standing next to it so he’d be able to see you if he shifted his eyes to the right. “hyuka, want me to get you some water? i don’t think you need any more of these.” you fiddle with one of the cans on his desk. he hums distractedly in response; you can tell he hadn’t heard what you said. “hyuka..” this time you reach out to card your fingers through his hair, effectively causing his fixed stare to snap briefly over to you in surprise; ‘briefly’ turning into a momentary distraction as his gaze catches onto your shorts, flitting back and forth between the screen and your soft thighs. “h-huh?”

“some water?” you repeat innocently. “o-oh, uh, yeah..”

when you come back, to say you’re shocked is an understatement as the bulge in his shorts has seemingly popped up out of no where, and the bright pink blush on his cheeks tells you he knows it, too. you don’t realize you’re standing there staring at it with the glass of water still in your hand until kai quickly mutes his mic, eyes still glued to the screen as he groans “i’m so sorry y/n, please don’t think i’m gross, i- i had no time to grab a pillow, we’re in the middle of a battle and my score is-“ wordlessly, you’re sinking to your knees and situating yourself beneath the desk. his bouncing legs freeze. “what- fuck, w-what are you-“

“can i help you? you can keep playing your game,” you ask sweetly. the sight of your innocent eyes blinking up at him nearly has him cumming in his shorts then and there as he breathes out, “fuck- are you sure?”

you definitely show him how sure you are as you worship his cock with your throat, all sloppy and wet, making sure his mic stays muted so beomgyu can’t hear the way you’re making him whine and moan as he bucks his hips up into your mouth the best he can. now just wait until his tournament is over and he has you all to himself. <3

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 month

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Angst, unrequited crush, sweet friendship with Robin and Steve. This is angst with a little bit of fluff, my blog is 18+ so mdni.

There's definitely room for a part two so if you'd like that then let me know 🫶❤️

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Okay, so imagine that you have the biggest crush on Eddie, it's gotten to the point where your heart skips a beat every time he looks at you, you can go from being talkative and a little hyper around your friends, to usually shy and quiet around Eddie.

It's majorly embarrassing, but you comfort yourself with the fact that Eddie probably doesn't even know who you are. You're not in any groups like the cheer group or band, and there's no way that you would even attempt to get into sports.

Yeah, he's caught you staring at him once or twice which was mortifying but you can deal with that, plus his friends are nice and funny and don't make you feel like an idiot for not knowing much about D&D.

As you head to your locker, Eddie and Gareth are deep in conversation with each other. You feel warmness pool in your cheeks as Gareth mentions your name. You've made some posters for Hellfire that Gareth asked you about.

In all honesty you're hoping it might lead to a conversation with Eddie that lasts longer than a few minutes.

Or one that you can approach with confidence, enrapture him with your witty repertoire. Hey, a girl can dream right?

Quickly you fix your hair and fuss around with your clothes as you approach the two of them, trying to figure a way to begin a conversation.

Just say hey you doofus, you chastise yourself. Gareth mentions you again, intrigued you move closer to see what he's saying.

"Eddie, come on man, she has a total crush on you, how could you not notice that?" Eddie frowns, you wait with baited breath for his answer.

"Dude, she's not really my type. I'm kinda hoping Megan will notice me if I'm being honest" Gareth catches your eye, notices you near the locker as yours is only a few doors down from Eddie.

Oh right, of course. Megan. She was into the same bands as Eddie and actually knew how to play d&d. A total badass, cool girl. Of course Eddie would like her.

Gareth's sympathetic gaze meets yours and you want to run away from it and hide. Get far far away from that look. Crushed by Eddie's quick rejection you hurry away from your locker and slam it shut.

You dash the posters away in your bag, brush away the tears that are threatening to build and vow never to get your hopes up about your crush on Eddie ever again.

Eddie looks up, briefly catches a glimpse of you rushing down the corridor. A strange, anxious knot settles in his belly and he doesn't know why, it's like a weird sense of foreboding.

Whatever it is he doesn't like the feeling one bit.

...

Your friends try to cheer you up, unrequited crushes suck so you know it will take a while to get over your feelings for Eddie.

The one thing that does help is your buddimg closeness with Robin and Steve that comes from picking up a few shifts at Family Video.

You love the easy banter between them, feel immediately safe and included when you're around them. You can just be yourself and it's a wonderful feeling.

There's no tying yourself up in knots trying to think of the right thing to say (like you do with Eddie) try to make yourself cooler than you actually are.

It's not like it mattered anyway, Eddie barely noticed you existed, or at least that's what you assumed.

You find hanging out with Steve to be really cool, he's sweet and nothing like the King Steve from back in the day. He picks you and Robin up from school, very quickly the three of you become close friends.

It's nice to have them to focus on and not your crush on Eddie being unreciprocated.

Except you don't realise that Eddie has noticed that you're not around much, you don't really go out of your way to run into him or anything like that.

You still speak to Gareth or Dustin and Jeff but you don't get all shy when Eddie joins in. It's like you don't notice Eddie at all.

He stopped noticing Megan and started noticing you for the first time, your absence leaves an empty space in him that he can't explain.

He sees you with Steve and Robin after school and there's a deep unsettled feeling inside of him, one that whispers to him that maybe you had a crush on Steve. What chick wouldn't?

He doesn't like how that makes him feel, he's moody and can't explain why it's bothering him so badly. He misses your sweet observations, your wit and your kindness to his sheeples.

In all honesty he just misses you. And that's something he never expected to happen.

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If you have any requests then send them in, my request rules are in my pinned post, I'm really into enemies to lovers, older Eddie fics right now, so if you have any fic requests then let me know 🫶💌

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson angst

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ratrrriot · 11 months

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How do you feel when people call Amy a stalker?

People can call her what they want, however…

Do i think it's fair to call Amy a stalker?

In some of the games? Yes, and even in some of the ones she wasn't a stalker per-se, she still showed possessive and obsessive tendencies. So i get where it comes from...

Generally? No. Her character originally wasn't supposed to be a harasser and she sure isn't one in the present. the franchise has been clearly trying to do better for her these past few years.

I think Amy's changing characterization is an interesting topic of discussion, so even though i technically already answered your question i'll take this chance and proceed to talk about my fave for way longer than i need to :).

Note: This is just my take on Amy and the way i understand her ENGLISH PORTRAYAL. I won't be talking about her japanese one which would deserve its own analysis.

Sorry for any writing mistakes in advance (english is hard) and feel free to correct me if i'm factually wrong about something (i wrote this thing mostly from memory so i imagine i must be.)

Amy has changed A LOT troughout the games and has been in the hands of many different writers across Sonic media ,so when talking about her is important to be specific about what game,series or comic we are talking about (and language),and while i know that some of you might not agree and i respect that, i think that -looking at the subtleties- Amy has had at least 6 different portrayals through the course of the games. That being said,i believe the idea that she is a stalker comes especifically from the characterization they started giving her around 2003

Originally,Amy was envisioned as a sweet 12-year-old kid who had a huge unreciprocated crush on her idol and a passion for fortune-reading ,but who wasn't exactly much of a heroine herself. In the classic era,her place in the narrative was just to serve as a damsel in distress and a cute,funny detail. Ofc,in comics and animated shorts for games like Origins, we have gotten more content of classic Amy being fully independent and capable of defending herself (even more with the upcoming playable mode for her in Origins Plus), but i think we can all see how such aspects of her character weren’t included at the time she was created (only exception being Sonic Fighters)

Especifically in the adventure era (AKA the birth of modern Amy) they gave Amy her iconic strong,compassionate,romantic personality and an interest/love for adventure (and her sassy attitude ofc). She's outspoken,stubborn,brave and honest. I also want to point out that in this first portrayal ,her love for Sonic feels more like innocent childish idolization than an obsession and that her character doesn't revolve exclusively around it (she will stand in his way if she doesn't think what he does is right). Tbh i think she's incredibly funny,cool and lovable,

They slowly started planting the seeds for her character to stop being a "damsel in distress" by making her playable and defeat ZERO all on her own at the end of SA1,then also being playable in Sonic advance and helping Sonic get out of prison in SA2 (and tagging along for the rest of the adventure). In all these games,her character revolves around empathy,optimism and kindness. The way she protects the flicky since the moment she finds it,how she defends Gamma from Sonic and the iconic moment in SA2 where she convinces Shadow to help save earth are all great examples.

THEN, in Heroes , they decided to try something new with her taking her confidence and sassy attitude to a whole other level. Giving her the chance to be a fully-fleshed hero who didn't need rescuing anymore. She became independent and the leader of her own team of friends who she wanted to help. I love this Amy cause she feels really strong,determined and empowered without losing her peppiness,silliness,positivity and kindness. Her flaws are also especially endearing to me: How much of a wild kid she is,How even if she means well, she relies way too much in brute force, How she has trouble getting out of her own head, etc. She really feels just as confident and energic as Sonic,but just like him,you can tell she has a huge heart.

HOWEVER, as much as i love how they made her strength and bravery shine in this game, Heroes was the game that gave birth to the idea that Amy is willing to chase and even fight Sonic just to insist that they should marry (in SA2 she did follow him to the prison but it was only to help him and tag along in the adventure).

Ofc this was supposed to be comedic and to be seen as childish,harmless behavior- I say this because the rest of the characters,including Sonic himself,don't seem to take it seriously- but what was supposed to be seen as an endearing flaw at the time, would rapidly mute into what's probably Amy's worst portrayal ,as the writers turned it into harassment for the next mainline games (Ignoring Shadow the hedgehog where she is the same as in heroes and only has a brief appearance.)

Before i go into Battle,i just want to say that the definition of stalker according to google is “a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.” A definition that definitely did not apply to her before Heroes,but that i can't deny that does apply to Amy for the next few games:

In Battle, Amy is suddenly written as aggresive and self-centered. All her compassion and empathy from the adventure era is gone, intimidating people (even Cream) and demanding information from them from the get-go. Of course she does a few good things throughout the game too,like take care of Emerl and such,but she still mainly uses him for her benefit (calories counter and emerald radar). Right off the bat,at the start of her storyline she insists on searching for Sonic even when she herself assumes he is hiding from her -which implies she knows what she's doing is worth hiding for- and tries to justify her behavior by saying that Sonic actually loves her and that he is being “ just shy “ or that “ he got cold feet”- while others characters react in a way that implies that's obviously not the case and that her behavior is worrysome..

I think it's important to mention that before Battle, we hadn’t gotten a single line of dialogue that implied that Amy tought that her behavior could be hurtful for Sonic, nor did she ever threaten anyone at all unless it was self defense. She knew he didn’t reciprocate her feelings and was actively trying to make him fall for her anyways,sure, but we gotta remember that while the canon ages might have been scrapped recently, at the time Modern Amy was created they were still very much canon and you can tell they had them in mind when writing these characters. Amy was supposed to be 12 ,so it makes sense that she didn't understand why Sonic wouldn’t accept her affection. She idolized him and misinterpreted the fact that he always was protecting her as possible romantic interest,but never actually imposed anything on him. The worst thing she ever did to him was wanting to hug him without consent,and again, the games implied that she clearly didn't realize such a thing wasn't ok. Sonic also didn't seem to want to hurt her feelings so while he did run away and expressed being annoyed by her he never explicitly told her to stop. I actually think that if he had sat her down and made it clear to her that what she was doing was truly bothering him, The Amy from the adventure era would have stopped, but i doubt he cared enough to do that honestly (after all ,in his recap screens it is implied that what truly bothers him about Amy being near him is not her crush,but that he thinks shes exposed to danger.)

BUT in Battle and for the next three games,Amy doesn’t seem to be written as a 12-year-old who mistakes admiration for love anymore. This is where the writers started to portray her as someone who is clearly still young and definitely childish but not innocent. Her whole character revolves around harassing Sonic and using her strength to intimidate others, and don't get me wrong,I like that Amy gets angry easily!! i like that she isn't afraid of a fight,that she complains a lot, and that she isn't peaceful. After all,those are important parts of who she is. But Battle!Amy is on a whole other level: she gets mad at her friends just because they don't agree with everything she does or says. It's not about having a strong personality anymore,she's just generally aggressive. For the next few games she and Sonic can't have one normal conversation that isn't Amy imposing her own wishes over him and him trying to get away from her, so it's hard to believe she wouldn't realize that what's she's doing is wrong nor accidental as we were supposed to before. This time It just feels like she is deciding to ignore the signs.

This continued in advance 3 ,where she literally threatens him with her hammer just cause he shows signs of not being interested in spending time with her when they meet, Then in rush she becomes possesive and jealous the second he mentions Blaze and also seems to treathen him with the hammer in the credits scene because he is running from her hug.

They changed the direction of her characterization again after Rush. The best way i can describe the Amy that is present in Riders,06,etc is one that has two very polarized sides to her personality. On one side,she is a peppy,sweet,over enthusiastic and romantic girl, on the other she is a pretty intimidating one with an obsession with Sonic and very fiery temper. However,contrary to her last portrayal,she is more polite and actually asks Sonic if she can come with him various times,doesn't harass him and doesn't threaten people simply cause they don't agree with her anymore, but she still doesn't seem to have any sense of boundaries,still follows Sonic without permission sometimes and still clearly has no consideration for his personal space. Another thing about this Amy is how her flirting is really intense, and even if she isn't as aggressive as the Amy from Battle,if someone messes a bit with her she doesn't hesitate to resort to intimidation or take her hammer out.

She still gets violent towards Sonic sometimes,but what's different from her last characterization is that instead of doing so merely because he doesn't show romantic interest in her ,its mostly because he doesn't follow on his promises (end of Black Knight) or shows up to save her “properly” (Referring to 1- that scene in Riders where he blows eggman -who had caught Amy- away with wind and she chases him with her hammer because “how could he not think that would hit her too “ and 2- the one in Zero Gravity where he arrives late to save her and she playfully throws him a few fists saying that “it took him long enough!”). I don't think she's necesarily right to do that but i don't consider it to be problematic either, since by that point the games had strongly implied that there was a non-spoken agreement between the two that he'll always show up to save her and the whole thing feels more playful than anything else. Mostly because Sonic seems to be fine with her being around again, as he never really denies her acussations or runs away when she gets mad,and even tries to explain himself to her.

So yeah,this Amy is one of the more famous -and infamous- ones,as her negative and positive qualities are more balanced than the one from Battle. However,i personally don't like her much as there's almost no focus on the empathetic/compassionate side of her character that was so prominent in the adventure era and ,even if i wouldn’t call this version of her a Stalker , she's still is way too obsessive and possesive for my liking. The writing for her character is still pretty much completely based on being attracted to Sonic, to the point that In 06 she tells Silver that, if she had to, she'd “choose Sonic over the world".

In Sonic Chronicles , Amy gets a lot of dialogue. She gets jealous in a scene but its not as bad as in Rush and she tries to make Sonic jealous by inventing a fake boyfriend (terrible trope) but her levels of aggressiveness are up to the player's treatment of her. I am ,however , mentioning this game because of a scene in specific near the final section in which Amy is scared they might die and aks Sonic if she can have a moment with him. She then tries to have a serious conversation and politely asks if he cares about her or if he likes her at all. if the player chooses to make Sonic say he does care for her she is legitimately surprised and thankful. Idk what happens If he rejects her cause i haven't been able to find any recordings of that and i never owned this game,but i'll assume that her reaction won't be too bad considering she is asking in the first place(?) feel free to tell me if you know…

This portrayal of Amy is still present in Unleashed (2008) ,in which Amy is there to cheer/support Sonic on throughout the game and to serve as an important indicator that Sonic is quite self conscious of his looks when he's a werehog. She is generally very sweet towards him in this game (especially when she shows no rejection towards his werehog form,which is a detail i adore), even if she does get annoyed when he doesn't pay as much attention to her as he does to Chip or reciprocate her feelings.

A good example is how, before the last temple ,she asks him if he'd like to go on a date with her after everything is over. If you choose the positive dialogue option she is ,again, positively surprised and thankful. If you make him say no she complains about how he's being mean, but doesn't insist on it and just accepts it.

In Free Riders (2010) ,Amy just generally acts extremely out out of character (like,she doesn't even fit into Battle's portrayal). It really feels like someone who didn't know anything about the character wrote her, so for the sake of the pink hedgie let's ignore it and go back to talking about portrayal 4.

I already mentioned her brief apparition in Black Night and there's nothing worth mentioning about her in Generations so i'll skip them.

This portrayal ended in Lost World (2013),In which they toned down Amy as a character in general,leaving out all of her flaws and iconic traits out. She feels plain and her strong personality,confidence,sass,energy,etc all seem to be completely gone. She's just sweet and that's it . For some reason there's a scene where she literally tries to confess to Sonic and is cut off before she can finish,which is very funny considering it had never been treated as a secret before??? it really goes to show how hard they were trying to pull some kind of reboot on her. Fortunately,this characterization was only a two-game-thing (She is just as plain in Forces (2015)) so i'll put it in the same bag as the Free riders one and we'll leave it at that.

After Lost world came Boom (2014) ,and then we got the most recent change of Amy's personality,which we all know has had a mixed reception from the fandom. Originally people thought that this Amy would stay just in the Boom universe ,but this personality has been showing up in the mainline games for a while now,like in Team Sonic Racing (2019) and Frontiers (2021).

This Amy feels older than any of the ones that came before her. She kept the sass,the love for romanticism,the positive attitude,the confidence and the strenght but her bad temper and over enthusiasm are gone,as she is generally more calm,less energetic and not childish at all. Most importantly,this Amy is extremely emotionally intelligent,as the rest of characters seem to look for her help and advice constantly ( to the point that she has been given the "therapist friend" title by the fandom and is even referred as "the nice one" by Eggman himself ). Another interesting thing about this Amy is that she doesn't flirt with Sonic anymore,In fact, she barely expresses her liking for him (She does so a bit more in Japanese chz the characterization varies) and Sonic seems completely comfortable with this version of her around.

A lot of people say that this version of her is out of character and I completely understand where that comes from, but i must disagree because this characterization of Amy is the first one since the adventure era that focuses on her compassion/empathy rather than on her crush on Sonic, which combined with her intelligence,makes her not out of character,just the most emotionally mature Amy to date instead. I actually think that if the og modern Amy had grown up,this is the kind of personality she would’ve developed while becoming an adult (although she isn't supposed to be one). A good argument to defend this point would be that one Egg-memo you can buy through the fishing minigame in Frontiers where Eggman talks about how Amy has "come a long way" and how it took her some time "to find herself" and get out of Sonic's shadow.

Only problem i have with this Amy is that i wish she was more flawed and bubbly,mostly cause she can come off as very plain from time to time and way too mature. She is a bit too perfect for my taste. I'd like her to mess up more,to not always be so smart,to be more impulsive,a little bit more clumsy,fiery and wild,just so she could have some more of the charm of the original,y'know?

Before i talk about her more recent Videogame portrayal (TMoSTH) i want talk about IDW Amy:

in IDW, all of Amy's flaws and positive traits from past games are balanced pretty well: she is flawed and relatable and can mess up a bit sometimes because of her impulsivity,but she's emotionally and strategically inteligent, optimistic and incredibly kind. She is a great fighter and leader,but also a wonderful friend who offers emotional support. She has a strong personality, lots of sass and can be very aggressive and intimidating towards her enemies, but not any less of an empathetic and compassionate person because of that. Her strength and confidence are pillars for her character instead of nonsensical anger,but she still shows self doubt and fear from time to time. She is energic, idealistic and still a romantic,but not obsessive nor possesive. peppy but emotionally intelligent. She still loves Sonic, but her feelings for him feel authentic rather than childish idealization,and given that she now respects his space,she's written to be happy just with fighting by his side and jokingly flirt from time to time. (their bond also seems stronger,but that's a topic for another day.)

I believe this portrayal of her is one of the best we've gotten in the sense that she represents a good mix of most things that has made her positively memorable since the beginning and lacks every problematic aspect of her character that was added post her creation. And because of this good mix of characteristics, IDW Amy is constantly praised by the fandom. But something i hear a lot is people saying how they love IDW Amy and despise "Main Amy" -by which i'll assume they refer to videogame Amy just in general- and that way of summarizing all of Amy's game portrayals feels very odd to me, especially because IDW Amy is a culmination of every single good aspect that has been added to this character combined with most of what she was meant to be at the start. In other words,IDW Amy couldn't exist if it wasn't for all the game Amys before her.

It's true that in IDW we haven't seen her character be as impulsive and outspoken as in the Adventure era or Heroes, and i miss that as much as every other Amy fan. But I do think that ,because so much assertiveness wouldn’t coexist very well with things like careful thought, the reason for that change must be that IDW is writing an more mature version of the character and It’s hard for them to keep such aspects of her personality intact without her being seen as childish by the audience now that they are paired up with big responsabilities (ex: the restoration) Especially since that super impulsive nature of hers probably came naturally at the time because she was supposed to be a 12-year old and wether we like it or not, it was implied by the narrative that it was one of the main reasons she got caught by eggman both in SA1 and SA2. Aka,IDW Amy isn't allowed to make as many mistakes as the og.

After all ,Amy used to be written to be mostly seen as a comedic character and as an "extra addition" to the main team rather than as an important,needed member of it. ( even in Heroes,where she had formed her own team,she was still trying to catch up to Sonic and his team because she had been excluded of it.) If she made a mistake and got caught by eggman because of her stubborness,the writers would just make Sonix fix things. In IDW she doesn't just feel older,but she has also gotten to have important roles in the fight against Eggman and people rely on her with their lives,so it doesn't surprise me that the writers try to make her be more conscious and careful when it comes to her actions now that she has more responsibilities and can't allow herself to make as many mistakes as she did back when she was written to be more immature and impulsive because of that extreme assertiveness.

Now,I personally believe that Amy in TMoSTH is the same as in IDW, just that she feels more like her OG self in TMOSTH because ,for the most part ,Bday Girl is on that train literally to just have fun and do as she pleases. She doesn't have any weight on her shoulders nor expectations,she is free of responsabilities all the way until the climax of the game and the game itself is very comedy-centric for the most part, so the writers pobably felt like they could set that impulsive,assertive side of her loose again, and i loved it!

In this game her character doesn't revolve around Sonic and she messes up a lot (The way she was so ashamed of how she broke her hammer when she tried to escape the closet with brute force that she lied, how she didn't realize Sonic was actually hurt because she was too excited about the game, how she was overconfident and impulsively tried to solve the case and completely failed ,how she and vector started beating a wall violently after realizing the train was alive,etc),but her positive qualities shine throughout the game as well ( How she took the time to organize a party that she'd think everyone would have fun at,How she is so thankful that everyone showed up and doesn't mind that Shad and Sonic didn't bring gifts, how she makes sweets remarks about others and cute jokes in distressing situations,how she has faith in Shadow's goodwill, The way she delivers the final blow at the end and says that despite everything,she loved the party because it was an adventure,etc ). Throughout the game,Sonic and the rest treat her in a way that really goes to show what a good friend and a lovely person she is ,and she expresses great appreciation for everyone's presence in her life.

It's honestly an amazing coincidence that this game takes place on her bday considering that it's the one that made this portrayal of her "game canon". As a fan of her, i celebrate it and hope we get more of it in the near future.

So yeah, i didn't talk about Sonic X Amy,Archie Amy nor all the comics,series and games that came out between the big videogame titles. There is much more about how Amy has been written that could be said, but i think i did a pretty decent summary of the most important changes her character has gone through the years mainline game-wise,at least good enough to defend my point that she wasn't a stalker originally and she definitely isn't one now. As i mentioned before,i agree that she was portrayed as possesive and obsessive for a long period of time and as an actual harasser for a shorter one , and that we should definitely recognize it and be critical of such things being portrayed as “quirky” and “funny” aspects when they are in reality, hurtful. BUT summarizing her whole character by calling her a stalker and an obsessive fangirl is defining her based on the worst examples of her characterization and ignoring her good ones completely.

Feel free to disagree with my character analysis,my opinions and the way i categorize her portrayals,but i strongly believe that Amy rose isn't meant to be a harasser,an obsessive fangirl or personal space invader.

My girl deserves better.

#also don't get me wrong i love battle #is just that Amy is really hard to like in that game #props to her for carrying weights for half of it tho we stan a strong pink rat #if you actually read this whole thing props to you #also thanks anon for giving me an excuse to talk about amy #amy rose #sonic spoilers #character analysis

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pomplalamoose · 5 months

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spending a December with DILF Luke🎄🌟

🕯️🕯️modern day AU🕯️🕯️

A/N: I'm so mad at how wildly busy I am this month, but since this is my first Christmas as a fan fiction author, nothing and nobody will stop me from posting some holiday related fluff!

I sincerely hope you'll have fun with this as well <33

(it isn't necessary to read my other Dilf Luke posts in order to understand what's going on here, but should you have some questions check them out as well🫶🏻)

• because of what happened to his beloved wife, Luke isn't a fan of the winter and the holidays

• he used to be but now all he associates it with is one of the darkest chapters of his life

• for the sake of his child and the rest of his family he tries

• but the sadness sticks to it like syrup and even the littlest of things remind him of what once was

• accordingly it causes quite the drama when your best friend gets invited on a skiing trip at the end of November

• yes, they'll be back just before Christmas but until then?

• they hate to leave their dad alone in his misery, even offered to cancel their plans but he insisted they go

• he wants them to be happy

• so your friend turns to you

• yes, they said they wouldn't involve themselves in anything romance related between you and their dad

• but pleaseee can't you find a reason to stay with him while they're gone?

• yes, they KNOW this will be absolutely weird because of your still unreciprocated crush

• they kind of don't care about that though, you'll manage for sure

• you can borrow their room while they're gone

• "or maybe you won't even need it" they say pulling a face in mock disgust

• eventually, because you know how much they're looking forward to their vacation, you agree

• (and also because of other, more obvious reasons)

• meanwhile Luke is experiencing a wild roller coaster of emotions

• already feeling glum and dispirited like every year, and even more so at the prospect of having to spend his time alone, he was planning to work as much as possible to distract himself from unwanted thoughts

• but when after much hesitation you ask if it'd be okay if you were to stay at his house for, mmh, maybe the next few weeks? he's suddenly ready to ascend straight to heaven

• he'll have you all to himself for nearly the entirety of the month!

• this is his chance

• he's going to make sure you'll enjoy your time with him

• imagine baking the first Christmas cookies of the year together

• it's a bit awkward at first

• although you know the kitchen well you've never actually cooked or baked something in it and thus have no idea where to find the necessary equipment

• no need to worry though!

• Luke definitely owns an old book full of recipes that is handed down in his family and wants you to look through it beforehand

• is there anything you'd like to try?

• or maybe you are able to spot a favorite of yours?

• he easily does the preparations while you're busy reading and so you don't feel quite so useless

• while mixing together the ingredients your sleeves keep slipping down

• because your hands are already covered in the, admittedly, way too sticky dough, you try pushing them up with your forearms instead

• when this doesn't work you attempt to use your chin

• Luke thinks it's absolutely endearing and takes a moment to watch before offering his help

• he gently reaches for you, making sure to roll your sleeves up properly

• coincidentally his warm hands brush over your skin a few times

• it's as soft as he imagined it to be

• possibly he holds on to one of yours wrists for a little bit too long when he's done

• and what about your hair?

• don't you think he should do it up and out of the way as well?

• tying it up in a messy pony tail he tells you to go clean your hands

• in the mean time he'll see what he can do about the dough

• when you return you raise yourself on your tippy toes to take a peek over his shoulder

• you definitely were doing something wrong because it looks perfectly fine now

• maybe you should have put in more flour?

• your thoughts quickly take on a very different direction, however, when you see the way Luke works

• never before did you think something like simply kneading a dough could be attractive

• to distract yourself from the thought of him touching you like that, you decide to have a quick taste

• if the dough is good, the cookies will turn out great as well

• at least that's what your mother always says

• carefully you sneak your hand under Luke's left arm to reach into the bowl

• you don't even want that much, just a little teeny tiny bit

• more quickly than you can react does your hand recieve a playful smack and you pull away with a pout

• don't you know you'll end up with a tummy ache by eating too much raw dough?

• the cookies will be done in less than half an hour, no need to get impatient

• when he isn't looking you stick your fingers into the bowl anyways

• but of course Luke catches you just as you're taking a bite

• he decides then that he might have some fun as well and starts chasing you around the kitchen in mock anger

• your squeals and giggles absolutely delight him

• the oven is doing its work and you're cleaning up together when all of a sudden you catch your reflection in the mirror hanging opposite the door

• looking down at yourself you realize in embarrassment that basically your whole front is covered with a mixture of sugary powder and flour and, is that food coloring right there??

• normally you never end up this messy but this afternoon, it seems, you got carried away a little bit

• of course this had to happen at the worst possible time ever!

• Luke, on the other hand, doesn't look any less perfect than when you started

• typical

• but before you can suggest it yourself he insists on bringing you a change of clothing

• is he going to look through my laundry?, you wonder with a flush to your cheeks

• does he even know where I put it?

• and most importantly: did I look like this the whole time???

• you scrunch up your face and beg for the floor to swallow you whole

• you don't know what exactly you expected Luke to bring to you, maybe a spare pullover your friend left behind?

• instead he returns with something that looks a lot like one of his knitted sweaters

• doing your best to conceal your excitement you pull it over your head, your heart beating fast

• Luke laughs

• it's way too big for you

• "do you need me to roll up the sleeves for you?"

• once the cookies are ready to be taken out you immediately want to try them and happily reach out when Luke offers you one

• he pulls it away as soon as your hand comes close

• "Luke!", you exclaim and again try to snatch it away from him

• he's faster though and dangles it over your head

• a few times you try jumping, then decide to quickly duck around him to get one from the tray

• he easily blocks your way

• at your scowl he can't help but laugh

• when you realize he wants you to eat the cookie out of his hand, by how close he's holding it to your face, you blush furiously

• of course you do as he wishes

• imagine visiting a Christmas market together

• Luke definitely leaves work early so you can go at a good time

• maybe you are a little bit overwhelmed with the amount of people pushing in every direction and so, to not get separated from each other, hold on to his jacket

• he enjoys it immensely and if you come across an especially big throng of people, he might even take your hand until you've made it through

• while you're admiring the lights and all the food and little trinkets to buy, Luke only looks at you

• he's hoping for a chance, any reason, to be closer to you

• so sometimes he waits until you've wandered away from him without noticing and then grabs whatever he can reach to pull you back into him

• when he has you where he wants you, he uses the opportunity to adjust your woolen hat and big scarf

• he's very concerned about you not being warm enough

• do you want something warm to drink?

• he would be happy to buy you anything you'd like to try

• on the way back to the car he has an arm tightly wrapped around your shoulder, hugging you closely into his side

• before he opens the passengers side door for you, he gently wipes the snow off your cheeks and lashes

• at some point he'll take you to an ice skating rink, for sure

• he's pretty good at it and would love to show you how to do it too

• do you need a helping hand?

• are your skates laced up tightly enough?

• don't worry, he's right there to catch you should you slip or otherwise loose your footing

• this is your time to pretend you have no idea what you're doing, even if you're normally able to skate just fine

• cling on to him!

• possibly, because he's SUCH a good teacher you manage to do a few laps on your own at the end

• however you have no idea how to slow down again; your focus was somewhere else entirely the whole time

• would he mind awfully if you were to bump into him full speed to stop?

• he pretends to and gives you a lighthearted scolding for immature behavior

• eventually he laughs just as much as you do

• do you want a Christmas tree for the living room?

• and do you think it would make a nice surprise for your friend when they return home?

• naturally he'll take you with him and turns it into a nice trip

• as soon as he realizes however, that you know the guy who sells them pretty well, he starts to regret his decision quickly

• especially since the both of you seem to get along splendidly

• you end up having a very good time, while Luke glares at the young man whenever he so much as looks at you for too long

• to cool off he pretends to look at his phone a few paces away but is at your side again in seconds when he hears your laugh

• what could possibly be so funny?

• he's fuming until you've picked out a tree you like

• very happy with your selection you eventually embarge on the journey home

• having no idea what's going on inside of him, you thank him for taking you

• you had so much fun and it was great to see, whoever that guy was (Luke couldn't care less), again

• although, you muse, he seemed to grow somewhat strange at the end, wouldn't he agree?

• of course Luke agrees and quietly smiles to himself

• since he pretty much involved you in everything to do with the holidays, he'll ask you to decorate the house with him as well and is relieved when you agree

• while you never seemed to grow bored or in any other way tired of being in his presence so far, he still was secretly worried

• maybe you could install the lights and decorations up high?

• it requires lots of precision and he's sure you'll be able to do it much more quickly than he ever could

• don't worry though, he'll make sure to always stand closely by your side in case you fall

• under no circumstances does he want you to get hurt and regularly checks if the chairs and ladders you are balancing on are sturdy enough

• however he'd be blatantly lying if he claimed there wasn't some ulterior motive to his request

• he knows you're more than capable but nevertheless can't resist to steady you more often than necessary

• just a hand on your lower back here

• or one on one of your legs there

• and because neither of you want the tree to accidentally fall over, he offers to pick you up by the waist

• he likes seeing his hands on you

• how easily you fit into them

• later in December he insists on taking you on a shopping spree

• both of you still need to buy some presents

• and since you refused to tell him what you want or need for Christmas?

• he's set on finding out himself

• the whole time he keeps a very close eye on every single thing you look at, making sure to even remember those that seemed to catch your attention only remotely

• oh and now that you're here at the mall anyways, do you already have an outfit for the upcoming festivities?

• he knows a few very nice stores he can recommend

• coincidentally they have some things he's sure you'll look gorgeous in

• at this point you're very close to the 24th and so you sit down to wrap your presents together

• actually it's Luke who does a lot of wrapping while you simply sit at his side and watch in fascination

• not only is he incredibly efficient but all of his packages turn out looking perfect, like something out of a magazine

• it's not like you're bad at what you're doing either but besides his yours just look slightly messy no matter what you do

• exasperated you ask for his help

• but then he moves to stand behind your chair, leaning in closely to reach around your shoulders

• see? It's actually very easy

• meanwhile you have no idea what's going on and can't concentrate either

• would he mind showing it a second time?

• just a few days later you see your friend again and get to know their entire extended family too

• some uncle brought a mistletoe, which he places above the doorway between the kitchen and the dining and living area

• it's a route everyone has to take many times and much chaos and laughing ensues

• you're enjoying yourself a lot

• your friend's family is just lovely and you end up with many pecks to the cheek while going back and forth as you help to prepare the dinner table

• Luke is watching in distress

• how come he wasn't able to catch you under the mistletoe yet?

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #dilf luke #dilf luke skywalker #star wars #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker fanfiction #star wars headcanons #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #fanfic

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could you write something fem!reader x lily evans where reader and james grow up together and are best friends but reader has a crush on lily and james tells her about his feelings for lily and begins his whole declaring his love for her all around the school and reader has to keep her feelings secret because she doesn’t want to hurt james and doesn’t know if lily likes girls or not?

you can decide whether lily reciprocates readers feelings or not i don’t mind either way, it can be angst and/or fluff 🙂

thanks 🙏🦀

absolutely loved this request! battled insane writer’s block but here it is! thank you for waiting patiently my lovelies! <333

pairings: lily evans x reader, james potter x reader (platonic), marauders x reader (platonic)

warnings: unreciprocated feelings (james and lily), misunderstandings (very brief!!), coming out, purposeful lowercase, she/her pronouns used for reader, no (y/n)

james was my best friend and i’d never have it any other way—not that i’d ever have a choice. our parents were best friends and so we had been too, ever since we were in diapers. so when we got on the hogwarts express together, we promised that we’d stick together no matter what. and we have, along with sirius, remus, and peter. they’re like my second family.

so you can imagine how conflicted i felt when lily evans entered the picture. from the second i laid eyes on her, i knew she was gonna ruin me. her red hair that always perfectly framed her face, her piercing green eyes, and her heart stopping smile. lily evans was my dream girl.

but, apparently, james and i shared not only everything else in our lives, but also our taste in girls because the moment he saw her, he fell in love. we sat at the gryffindor table with our new friends when suddenly james pointed down the table. “look! do you all see her?”

sirius, remus, peter, and i craned our heads to get a good look. i smiled, seeing the girl i had run into earlier on the train. she was really nice and had pointed to me to where we’re supposed to change after complimenting my necklace. i did my best not to blush now that i had sighted her again. “i’m gonna marry her one day!” james declared. i did my best to laugh along with the boys as i felt my heart—which had been leaping a moment ago—now breaking.

still, james saw right through me. “hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “oh, uh, nothing just a hair in my treacle tart.” i rushed out the first lie i could think of. the boys’ faces fell into disgust as they laughed at my misfortune. as they finally started settling down, i hoped this had been enough to change the subject. my hopes were quickly squashed as james excused himself to talk to the red headed girl.

i tried not to focus on their conversation, james being boisterous to try and keep her attention as she curtly introduced herself and began pointedly ignoring his attempts to flirt with her. i was so lost in thought that i had to be steered around by sirius as a prefect led us to the gryffindor common room. “are you alright?” he asked, leaning in close to my ear from behind me so that we wouldn’t disrupt everyone else. i nodded sharply, murmuring back, “just tired, long day.”

and with perfect timing, we were shown the way to boys and girls’ dorms. finally, the prefect dismissed us as he went off to join his friends at the chess table. i bade the boys good night, giving james an extra long hug, before making my way up the stairs. i froze when i saw the girl from before standing at the door, examining the names on the plaque. mine was on there. i gulped at the possibility that we’d be sharing a dorm for the next seven years. she spotted me as i inched forward, a friendly grin lighting up her face. “hi, you again! i’m lily and i suppose since you’re standing here, we’re going to be dorm mates!” she introduced herself excitedly.

i could practically feel my heart melting. i introduced myself in turn, my face flushing as she disregarded my offered hand to pull me into a hug. “sorry, you’re just one of the first friends i’ve made here. i’m really relieved to be sharing a room with someone i know.” lily said, tucking her hair behind her ear. i only smiled in response, so endeared by her that i could hardly breathe. together, we entered our dorm, and i couldn’t have even begun to fathom how troubling the next few years would be for me.

as the years progressed, i grew closer with both lily and the little group james and i had found, we now called ourselves the marauders. and james was still in love with lily.

when i would hang out with lily and our other friends, dorcas and marlene, it wasn’t long until james would come strutting over to attempt to woo her. anywhere you could possibly think of—studying in the library, relaxing under the trees on the grounds, laughing together in the common room. lily would roll her eyes, shoot a snide remark his way, and leave.

one day, it was just lily and i sitting under a willow on the grounds. her head rested in my lap as she read me a book by a muggle author called the picture of dorian gray. i was quite enjoying it and lily was happy to be able to have someone to talk to about her favorite books. i ran my hands carefully through her hair, watching as students milled about.

i couldn’t help the grimace that passed over my face when i saw the marauders coming our way, james in the lead. lately, it seemed like lily was more amused by him than anything else. she could even be labeled as receptive. as james’ best friend and pseudo wingwoman, giving him advice about things lily enjoyed and telling him not to make an idiot out of himself, i was thrilled at this progress. but as the girl in love with lily evans, perfect for me in all ways except for that she was more than likely straight, i was heartbroken.

i hadn’t noticed that my fingers stopped their motion until lily was frowning up at me. “everything okay up there?” she asked, moving her hand up to touch mine as she dropped her book open on her chest. “your boyfriend’s on his way.” i mumbled in a sing-song voice. i tried not to feel bitter as she giggled, sitting up and turning her head just as my boys arrived.

“hello boys.” i greeted with a grin. peter waved cheerfully, remus shot me a matching smile, and sirius winked at me from where his chin was perched on remus’ shoulder. james ruffled my hair and attempted to do the same to lily, but she swatted his hand away before he could. “hello my dearest lily, flower of my heart and light of life.” james greeted enthusiastically, dropping to his knees in front of her.

lily smiled and rolled her eyes, moving to sit crisscrossed and letting herself lean back into my chest. with a surprises blink, i moved my hand to rest on her arm and steady her. “hello james, my single most persistent nuisance.” she said with a teasing tone. my heart clenched in my chest and i tried to ignore the nudge peter gave remus, the looks the three shared as she reciprocated.

james smiled triumphantly, locking eyes with me as i gave him a subtle, approving nod. they began making small talk about classes, and remus (and sirius, who was apparently keen on staying attached to him) meandered closer to me to ask how the reading was going. we were in the middle of discussing the book when we were interrupted by james clapping his hands together. “so! as i’m sure you know, lily, this weekend is a hogsmeade trip.” james started.

“here we go.” peter muttered and lily hummed in acknowledgement. “well,” james continued confidently, “we’ve been getting along quite well lately, and i’d really like to get to know you better, so would you like to go to the three broomsticks? with me?” i smiled at him encouragingly, knowing that james really liked lily and really would treat her right. at least if i couldn’t be with her, my best friend would be happy with his dream girl and my dream girl would be happy with someone who loved her as she deserved.

i couldn’t see lily’s face, but my eyebrows shot up as she asked in a genuine tone, “like a date?” i watched james’ face light up as he looked around at all of us to make sure we were hearing this too. this was the first time lily had ever considered one of his proposals. james nodded carefully.

i felt more than heard lily’s sigh. “james, i’m sorry,” she started. we all glanced around at each other. while a rejection was definitely familiar, the genuine sympathy in her voice was foreign. “i can’t go out with you. it’s—god, i really thought you would’ve figured it out by now.” she sounded truly sympathetic and almost regretful. at james’ confused and sad puppy dog face, lily continued.

“i’m not interested—not just not in you, in any guy. i’m a lesbian.” my heart stopped at her words. i felt her tense against me, clearly worried for the reaction of those around us. james’ face had fallen, but he quickly smiled. he placed a gentle hand on her knee. “hey, that’s perfectly alright. i mean, i am a bit disappointed that you won’t be returning my feelings, but you’re cool. i’d like to keep being your friend, if that’s alright?” he asked. lily nodded quickly. “yes, that’s great. i find i actually quite like you when you aren’t trying to ask me out.” she said. i could hear the smile in her voice. james nodded once again and looked at me pleadingly.

i patted lily’s arm as james stood up, and she understood that i had to leave. the boys went ahead of me as i quickly kneeled and grasped her hand. “it was really brave of you and trust me, they’re all perfectly accepting. but i have to go, james—“

“he needs you.” she interrupted softly. i swallowed harshly and nodded. lily stared deeply into my eyes before mumbling, “i wish he could see what he’s had right in front of him this whole time. james would have never been so caught up on me if he had seen how you love him, how lucky he is to have your heart.” she gently tucked a strand of hair blowing in the breeze back behind my ear.

my jaw fell open and i laughed incredulously. “me? love him?” lily nodded, seeming confused at my response. “no, lily, it’s not—i’m like you. james has never been anything but a brother to me.” i rushed out. her eyes widened. “oh.” she breathed, eyes flicking down to my lips. i sat down fully again, closer to her than i’d been a moment before. “yeah, ‘oh.’”

lily’s fingers crept forward to meet mine, resting in the grass, before they climbed up further—up my arm, brushing my hair, resting on my shoulder. “i’ve wished to hear you say those words since our second year.” she giggled. i laughed in disbelief, and soon our foreheads were pressed together as we were both overcome by a fit of laughter. “well, i—i’ve been waiting since first year, since the train, so i believe that makes me the winner.”

lily gasped quietly and i grinned as she tried to compose herself. “the winner, hmm? i suppose that means you’ve earned a prize.” i stared down at her lips before forcing myself to look back into her intoxicating eyes. “i wouldn’t be opposed.” i whispered. lily hummed once more, her hand on my shoulder sliding to cradle the back of my neck as she leaned forward to press her lips to mine.

though i’d been waiting years for this moment, imagining and dreaming up how it would feel, i could’ve never imagined this. a warmth spread through me as our lips moved together in tandem. lily gently pulled me closer with an arm around my waist, and i angled her face to my liking with a gentle hand on her jaw. my brain felt like it was melting out of my ears as she lightly tugged my hair to get me closer. eventually, she pulled away, giggling breathlessly at my pout. “we do need air, you know.” she chastised lightheartedly. “who says?” i whined in response.

then, reality made its unwelcome return. “lily, i need to go to james. i’m sorry, i’ll be back, i promise. it’s just—”

“he’s your best friend. there’s nothing to apologize for, my love. i’ll be here, alright? no matter what. i’ve waited this long, what’s an hour or two more?” lily squeezed my hand in reassurance. i lunged forward to hug her, relishing in her enthused shriek as we tumbled over. “you may just be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, lily evans.” i declared quietly.

lily’s face erupted in a harsh blush and before she could reply, i pressed a last gentle kiss to her lips before sprinting off towards the castle.

dashing through the halls, i was given a wide berth and sympathetic looks; it seemed news of lily’s rejection had spread quickly. i skidded to a stop in front of the fat lady’s portrait, wheezing out the password under her concerned eye. “dear, are you quite sure everything’s alright?”

“yes, yes, please just let me in.” i begged through my gasping breaths. the portrait swung open and i maintained my quick pace until i was met with the door to the boys’ dorm. i knocked quickly and was almost immediately let in by peter. “thank god you’re here, james has been asking for you.” guilt struck deep in my chest as i tried to smile reassuringly at wormtail, knowing how he gets stressed in highly emotional situations.

“oh, don’t sound so relieved, wormy. we’ve got things all under control here!” sirius said, with a playful roll of his eyes. “yeah right.” james said, voice muffled as his head was smushed into his pillow. sirius shrugged from his place next to james on the bed, “alright, we’ve got it mostly under control then.”

remus sighed fondly, shaking his head and tugging sirius off the bed from behind him. “let the james whisperer work her magic.” i nodded in thanks before crawling up the bed to sit level with james’ shoulders. “talk to me, james.” i pleaded, rubbing his back soothingly. he pulled his face out of the pillow, resting it on my knee instead. “i just wish i would’ve known. i must’ve made her so uncomfortable and i’ve spent all this time on her when i never had a chance. i feel so stupid.” he sniffled, reaching up to wipe away a tear that had slipped. “oh james, you’re not stupid. you’ve just got the biggest heart of anyone i know. she’s not upset with you, okay? i promise. now you can move on, and i know that’s not what you’re thinking about right now, but it’s important to hear. there’s someone out there for you that will relish in your love and love you unconditionally in return. you’re gonna be alright, prongs.”

at these words, james’ eyes merely filled with more tears. he pushed himself up and flung his arms around me in a tight hug. i squeezed back just as fiercely, reaching to my fellow marauders to join. we all sat there together for a long while before we all disentangled from each other and lounged on the bed in a comfortable silence. remus tapped my head and i turned to look at him as he gestured to james. i stared in confusion. “tell him about lily. about how you feel for her.” he whispered to me. my eyes widened in shock. “how did you figure it out?” i hissed.

“you look at her the same way he does. the way i look at sirius.” he said with a gentle smile. i took a deep breath, remus squeezing my shoulder supportively, before i poked james for his attention.

“i have to tell you something. and i’m scared, but i think you deserve to know. all of you do.” at this, the rest of the marauders perked up and looked at me. “i, um… well, i like girls too.” there was a brief silence as i looked at my best friends, awaiting their reactions.

remus was the first to break the moment. “thank you for telling us, darling. i’m very proud of you.” he said clearly, reaching from behind to hug me around my shoulders. i sunk back into his embrace, squeezing his arms gratefully in return. sirius leapt up next, completely engulfing me and remus into a tight hug. “it all makes sense now! birds of a feather flock together, eh?” he cheered, ruffling my hair. i laughed, pushing him off.

peter merely shrugged. “i thought we all knew that already, but thank you for telling us.” my jaw dropped as i laughed in shock. he smiled sheepishly, grabbing my hand. my eyes landed on james, who was staring at me with a look i couldn’t discern. “james? is that… is that alright?” i mumbled nervously, playing with the hem of my jumper. “alright? oh, love, of course it is. come here.” he quickly replied, scooting closer to tug me into his arms. we began to rock gently back and forth.

“i was so scared, jamie.” i whispered into his shoulder as my eyes welled with tears. “it’s alright, it’s all okay now. you’re wonderful. don’t ever forget that. nothing to be scared of.” he cooed, going into mother mode. “i was scared because i loved lily too.” i rushed out, squeezing my eyes shut in fear of his response.

the rocking stopped. james didn’t seem to breathe for a moment. then, he pulled me somehow closer, his hand coming to hold the back of my head. “i’m so sorry. i’m so, so sorry.” he cried into my hair. “no, you’ve got nothing to apologize for, why are you sorry james?”

“you never did anything because of me. you didn’t have to give her up, love, i’m sorry.” i merely shook my head in response. i held no ill will towards james for my own decisions. he was my brother, and i’d give anything up to make him happy, even without him asking. suddenly, james lurched back, holding me at arms’ length. “you have to go to her now! she has to know how you feel!” i stared in confusion.

“come on, up!” james cried, pulling me to feet. “what are you on about?” i asked as sirius sprang up to pull me to the door. “you’ve got my blessing, now go tell lily how you feel!” james urged.

“are you sure? you love her—”

james interrupted me with a gentle hand over my mouth, “and i never had a chance. you might. she loves your company, i’ve never seen her look unhappy around you. and you love her too. you’ve given up all these years for my sake, now go be happy.” i grinned and swept james into a tight hug.

“thank you.” i whispered.

“thank me later.” james winked before shoving me out the door and following behind. i practically flew down the stairs, with the marauders all parading behind me and cheering me on. as i stepped into the common room, so did lily, entering through the portrait. she mumbled my name in something like wonder as i continued forward, stopping only when i was right in front of her and grasping her hands.

“hi.” we both said, and laughed at our synchronicity. i dropped one of her hands to cup her cheek with it. “hi.” i repeated. she laughed, winding an arm around my waist. “shut up.” she mumbled with a grin, before surging forward to once more press her lips to mine.

with the girl of my dreams holding me close and locking her lips to mine and the cheering of my closest friends in my ears, i figured things couldn’t get much more perfect than this.

#lily evans x reader #platonic james potter x reader #platonic marauders x reader

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viveela · 7 months

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When it comes to Stan and Kyle, realistically/in canon how do you think they’d actually confess to each other?

Hmm...the way SP handles and adds to its overarching canon makes it hard for me to imagine it. But, if I just viewed Stan and Kyle's characters right now and thought only about how it'd go if they liked each other... Well, their dynamic is complicated and distant. There's also a lot about them to consider.

Kyle's a romantic, but he's had so many failed relationships. He also hates being ostracized. Rejection would terrify him as the possible outcome of his bond with Stan ending and others finding out and gossiping a out it would be an absolute nightmare for him. Then there's Stan's who's more bitter and very depressed. I think a lot is from his home situation but also Cartman's wake up call (saying he never stands up to Kyle). However he still is possessive and jealous about his best friend status with Kyle despite everything. He also has a weird perception of relationships now for sure especially due to the on and off one he currently has.

So with all that in mind...here's my take:

The two have developed feelings and it changes their dynamic once again.

Stan upon realizing this felt exhausted. There's too much already going on in his life and this is just adds to it. Exhausted he decides to just push the problem away and shut it all out. This causes him to be more unresponsive around Kyle.

Meanwhile, Kyle upon realizing his feelings gets conflicted. His romantic history isn't the greatest and rejection is scary. He's not sure if Stan's even like that. Sure his dog was gay and he's supportive, but does that truly mean anything about what Stan is specifically? He decides it'd be best to never act on this. But also Kyle now craves Stan's attention more than ever. He leans into his wants by behaving more clingy towards Stan, maybe even trying to asking odd questions here and there to gauge if maybe he would have a chance.

This goes on for a while and at first Stan was just sort of watching it happen. Not receptive but also not reacting. Eventually he can't handle this shift in Kyle and he starts trying to avoid him out of confusion and frustration. He doesn't want to deal with any of this right now.

Kyle notices this and it just makes his feelings jumble up. He's hurt, this isn't how Stan used to be around him. Usually it didn't take much to get his friend to go along with things. How can he deal with his unreciprocated crush like this? He grows more desperate and tries much more forcefully to get Stan to spend time with him, practically begging for his attention at this point.

This doesn't go on for too long before Stan gets highly aggravated and riled up. He's trying so hard to ignore everything happening externally and internally and this is making it impossible. Not to mention this switch up in their friendship happened out of nowhere. Where did this even come from? This boils within Stan before he finally snaps at Kyle one day, stopping him in his tracks from continuing further.

Now on the defensive Kyle snaps back and they're now arguing. Their entire relationship as a whole is being brought up and thrown back and forth at each other; both frantically pointing fingers and pent up frustrations spilling out. It doesn't take long before Stan breaks and goes from yelling to crying. His true state comes to light and he finally expresses how their distance has affected him and that it's really been messing with his head —especially now with the newfound feelings he's been having lately. Kyle's silent for a moment taking this all in before bombarding Stan with apologies for everything, feeling stupid.

The implications from Stan's words earlier aren't lost on him though and once things calm down, he then takes the chance to confess his own feelings as well while also admiting he misses being close to each other. Now they're both feeling like idiots and reconcile, deciding to be more open with each other and figure out how to move their relationship further from here.

#veespeaks #anon ask #south park #stan x kyle #style #stankyle #stanky #lowkey had me almost writing a fanfic lol #twas a bit tempting ngl...maybe one day #i had so many episodes I wanted to cite but I didn't want this to be like a 10 page essay #anyway hope this was a fun read! I never thought about this before tbh

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midnapanda · 9 months

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I will say. I wish I had gotten to see More. Wanted to see BarbieLand with the new changes to their society. Were all Kens just sorta homeless before these changes? Did the Barbies band together to provide housing for them? Does Ken get his dojo casa house back on a smaller scale?

Unrelated, but. Justice for Earring Magic/Cock Ring Ken. Give his cock ring back.

I do love seeing Barbie and Ken as a couple, but it's neat that they changed it up with Ken having an unreciprocated crush on her. It was interesting to show that she was quick to brush him off and tell him to go, and he was like a lost puppy, afraid to leave her alone (he's very dependent on her for his own sense of identity before he discovers and reads about the patriarchy of the Real World). And she is apologetic for how she treated him and he is encouraged to figure out who he wants to be without her, which is what he needed so badly.

I ADORE that the person Barbie was connected to was Gloria, because you can see that she was very drawn to her even before the actual Reveal. And she reminisces about her time with Barbie and her memories-- it's so sweet and reminds me of when I dig up memories from my own childhood. I kinda wish there had been more with Gloria and Barbie. They already have great moments together during the climax/turning point of the movie, but I just like them a lot. They're sweet. The beloved childhood toy giving inspiration to Gloria, and in turn, she gives inspiration to Barbie.

I think the best moment (or the scene that I liked most) in the movie is when Barbie is looking around at people just living their lives outside, kids, young people, couples, middle-aged people. They're playing, laughing, talking, thinking, struggling, and Barbie is picking up and feeling these emotions with these people she doesn't even know. And then finally she fixates on the old woman sitting next to her at the bus stop. And Barbie is so in awe of this woman and tells her she's beautiful and the woman says she knows. And they smile and laugh. I don't know why exactly I love this scene so much, I think it's just like... it's so clear that Barbie loves humanity.

And then the ending. Barbie is human. Imagination. Life is your creation. Real. She is a dreamer, making ideas. She is no longer just an idea.

#barbie movie spoilers #barbie movie 2023 #the barbie movie #the barbie movie spoilers #n rambles

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sokkastyles · 2 years

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Do you think that if Zutara was canon, the people who justify Kataang by saying that it's canon would've shipped Zutara instead?

Some of them would. Really, it depends on a lot of factors, like why people ship things in the first place. Some people are only interested in canon pairings, and some people who ship KA definitely are those kinds of people. But it also depends HOW it's presented if zutara were canon.

What I mean is, yes, it's true that some people ship things based on whether they are canon, but it's also true that some people who ship KA do so because the narrative leads us to hope Aang will get with Katara in the end, because we've been watching him crush on her from the first episode. The show wants us to identify with Aang's crush, which of course is one of the big criticisms of people who don't feel like KA prioritizes Katara's feelings enough. But if you're one of the viewers who watched the show and identified with Aang the way the show leads you to, then you ship KA.

Let's say zutara does become canon. What does that mean? Does it mean the romance is instead written from Zuko's perspective? If that were the case, the people who ship KA because they identify with Aang's crush would likely also ship zutara in this theoretical scenario. However, a lot would have to be different about the show for us to conceive of it this way. Zuko isn't positioned as the hero of the story, especially not at the beginning. He is A hero and a point of audience identification, but the show has to work to get him there because they position him as a villain at first. So if the narrative were to present zutara as the canon romance with the narrative being about Zuko's crush on Katara, a lot would have to change.

That's why a lot of people who identify with Katara ship zutara, because Zuko's relationship with the other characters isn't about Zuko's feelings, and when it is, it's about how Zuko has to change to meet the needs of the other characters, not the other way around.

The other theoretical canon zutara scenario is the one I see most zutara stans advocating for, the one where not much changes in the main narrative of the show, but have Aang's crush on Katara remain unreciprocated while growing Katara and Zuko's relationship into something romantic. This sort of narrative can be done, and is a more popular way of writing young adult media nowadays than it was twenty or so years ago, because conversations about what girls want and consent are more prevalent than they used to be.

Of course, even in narratives that do prioritize a female character's feelings, you still get people who will only identify with a male character or prioritize his feelings, because even though the Nice Guy narrative has gotten a lot of criticism in recent years, it still exists, and has existed for a long time.

I also tend to the think that no matter how well zutara was written and how it prioritized Katara's feelings, you'd still have people screaming about how Zuko is a bad boy who is corrupting Katara and leading her astray from wholesome good guy Aang, because people already say that and Katara and Zuko only hug platonically onscreen. As I said, the nice guy narrative is so prevalent in our society that people imagine that it's there even when it isn't. Which is actually really quite meta, because Aang did the same thing with Katara in "Ember Island Players" when he yelled at her for the imagined actions of her actress and how she didn't magically end up in a relationship with him despite him never once asking her out.

But, again, people ship things for all sorts of reasons and I'm certainly not saying all people who ship KA do so because it's canon or for bad reasons, just as not everyone who ships zutara would have wanted it to be canon or cares whether it is. Some people ship characters who never interact in canon and that's perfectly valid, too. That's the main problem with the "it's canon" justification, because at the end of the day, people ship things for all sorts of reasons, and a lot of people have really good and creative reasons for why they ship stuff. In my view, whether something is canon or not is one of the least interesting reasons to ship something, because most of my participation in fandom is about whether or not there's a story to explore, and noncanon ships usually have the most untapped potential. But that's just me.

#zutara #antikataang

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scarthefangirl · 2 years

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We're really dumb

Druig x eternal!female!reader | reader is a gardener

Description: Y/N and Druig both think their love is unreciprocated, but they find out that in actuality they are both just really dumb.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, tears, druig and Y/N being himbos :)

Story type: regular fic

A/N: I literally came up with this idea while weeding my grandma's church's flower beds

Y/N is weeding the flower beds around the buildings in the village. She has dirt speckled on her arms and legs, its caked over her gloves. She has dirt dotted all over her clothes and her ponytail is falling from where it once sat. She has on rubber boots that leave mud as she walks around the town to do her weeding and gardening.

Y/N is stopped outside the super market, clearing the flower beds of pesky green weeds. The heat is blaring down so sweat dampens Y/N's face, she can't imagine how silly she looks. The supermarket is her last stop though so she'll go back home and shower.

As Y/N fills her empty bucket with weeds (she empties it between places) And as it reaches the top, a hand taps her shoulder making her jump and nearly fling her shovel. She turns around and sees none other than her thousand year crush. More like love of her life.

Druig, holding a few bags in his hand from the farmers market.

He has a smug grin as he peers down at his thousand year crush/love of his life. Y/N stands to be closer to his level and she wipes her gloved hands on her shorts, leaving dirt behind on them. Druig laughs as he looks Y/N over and she feels her cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

"You have a little dirt," he lifts his had to his cheek "right here love." Y/N lifts her arm and tries to brush it off with the back of her wrist but misses completely. Druig chuckles again and the blush on Y/N's cheek deepens, she hopes it is covered by the specks of dirt. "No no no, may I?" Druig smiles at the woman in front of him, completely in awe of her beauty- even if she is sweaty and gross.

Druig steps closer to Y/N, their body's nearly touching. He lifts his free hand to cup her jaw. He uses his thumb to brush the couple flicks of dirt off Y/N's rosy cheek. Suddenly Y/N realizes how close their faces are, his nose is so close to hers it tickles slightly. Druig locks eyes with Y/N and she feels butterflies fluttering around her stomach. His hand still rests on her jaw/cheek as stars dance in their eyes. His brown eyes flicker down to Y/N's lips and she steps the tiniest step closer to him. They stay like that for a moment, but Y/N realizes that her feelings for him aren't the only to consider before she moves her head forward. Y/N remembers that in her mind he doesn't love her back.

"I look pretty silly don't I? All covered in dirt and grime and sweat." Y/N chuckles awkwardly, stepping a good distance away and out of Druig's grasp. His eyes flash a look of disappointment so quickly that Y/N misses it.

"You look as ugly as always, don't worry." The Irish eternal winks.

"How rude!"

"I'm kidding, you look absolutely gorgeous. Just like always love." Druig says giving a gentle look to Y/N. She accepts his compliment but assumes its just a friendly one. Druig can hide the disappointment on the outside, but he can't hide it from his heart. In his mind, he worries she moved because she didn't want to kiss him. He couldn't be more wrong.

"Do you want to walk home with me?" Y/N asks, desperate to spend as much time with Druig as possible. She clings to every moment spent with him.

"Of course!" Druig smiles, just as eager to be with Y/N as she is to be with him. Y/N picks up her bucket and sets her small gardening shovel on the top of it. As she walks next to Druig, she feels her heartbeat quicken.

"What were you doing in the market today?" Y/N tries hopelessly to make conversation with the closed off eternal.

"I grabbed some snacks and a few groceries for the domo."

"Good, we're all out of strawberries. You know their my favorite." Y/N giggles and nudges Druig with her shoulder.

"That's why I got two cartons full for you love." Druig nudges her. Then they reach the domo and both feel a bit of sadness for the end of their time together. Asking for more would seem to obvious, wouldn't it?

"Once I shower and change, I'll probably start dinner for everyone. If you want to help, you don't have to." Y/N's face is crimson red at this point as she awkwardly asks for his time. Druig can't help smiling at her, happy she asked.

"Sounds wonderful, I'll unload these groceries while you shower." He nods. Y/N goes back to her room to get some clothes but in the hall she is greeted by the glares of Sersi, Ajak, and Sprite. They yank her into her room and slam the door shut.

"How dare you?!" Sprite yells at Y/N. Y/N steps back in surprise, a little scared by all the dirty looks she's getting.

"What do you mean?" She asks out of genuine worry, scared she may have hurt her friends in some way. Sersi is the only one who doesn't seem mad, she is just giving Y/N looks of disapproval.

"You had your chance to kiss Druig and admit your feelings and you stepped back!" Sprite exclaims angrily. Y/N's eyes flash with shock at the red heads statement.

"You guys were... Spying on us?"

"Yes, obviously." Ajak rolls her eyes, as though the question was pointless.

"That's not the point, Y/N. The point is, you had a chance and you backed down. Why?" Sersi looks into Y/N's eyes, making Y/N slightly uncomfortable.

"Just because its what I want, doesn't mean it was right. He doesn't love me like I love him, I have to try and accept that." Y/N begins to grab clothes out of her drawer for her shower.

"Y/N did you even take one look at him? He totally wanted to kiss you. You're so blind. He's been in love with you since we all first met. He is totally smitten for you and you're to blind to see it. When you stepped away he looked so hurt." Sprite shakes Y/N's shoulders for full effect, hoping her words reach Y/N.

"Whatever." Y/N steps out of Sprites grasp and finishes grabbing clothes. She turns to walk out of the room but right before leaving she turns to the three woman and says, "I'm trying not to get hurt."

Once Y/N finishes bathing, she walks into the kitchen with a peppy mood. She tries to forget her conversation with Ajak, Sersi, and Sprite and focus on the here and now. She is grateful to spend time with Druig, even if its just making dinner.

Y/N calls out for Druig but he doesn't come in, she looks around the house only to find him having a deep conversation with Kingo. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt." Y/N says sheepishly as she backs away from the room they are in.

"No, no you're not interrupting love. We were just finishing our conversation." Druig says eagerly, hoping Y/N doesn't leave. In full honesty, Kingo had been lecturing Druig on how he needed to express his feelings to Y/N. Druig swears Y/N doesn't love him back though.

"Y/N how do you feel about Druig?" Kingo asks bluntly. Y/N's eyes widen in fear and she stumbles backwards.

"I- erm, I mean, I.." She stutters nervously. "He.. I .. Well.. it's not a secret." She backs up so far she knocks into the wall.

"What's that mean?" Druig chuckles humorlessly, genuinely concerned and confused. Its not a secret? That could mean anything in his eyes. To Kingo, thats all the amo he needed.

"She looooves you." Kingo sings in a happy tune. Druig's cheeks turn bright red, Y/N's turn a much deeper shade of red.

"Kingo, stop." Y/N pleads in a low whisper. Kingo laughs and leaves the room swiftly. Druig scratches the back of his head as an uncomfortable silence settles between the pair.

"Um, I came to find you to ask if you still felt up to preparing dinner with me?" Y/N asks, praying he says yes.

"Anything for you." Druig smiles sweetly at Y/N, causing her heart to nearly burst. He stands up and the pair walks out of the door and heads to the kitchen. Y/N considers opening up about her feelings but she decides to wait a little. Maybe she should do it. No, she'll wait. But maybe she could. No, its stupid. Right?

Y/N grabs an apron for herself and Druig, handing his over. He swiftly ties it and Y/N can't help admiring how adorable he is. She then tries to tie her own, only to fail miserably. She has it tied around her neck, but she can't get it around her waist.

"Could you, um, tie this for me? Please?" Y/N laughs awkwardly, knowing how silly it must sound. Druig only smiles and nods. She turns her back to him.and he grabs the strings.

Have Courage, Y/N. She scolds herself. Its hard to think about her question while his hands are brushing her waist. Fortunately, he is left handed so bow tying takes time.

"Druig?" Y/N's voice seems small as she turns her head slightly to face him, his eyes are focused on the straps and his forehead is creased in focus. Its very endearing.

"Yes?" He answers, eyes not leaving their position as he struggles to tie a bow.

"Have you ever been in love?" A silly way to say what she wanted to say. Y/N wishes she could reword it but she can't.

"Yes, currently. You?" Druig slightly moves his gaze to Y/N to see her face.

"Yes, currently. How about you, is it with anyone in particular?" Y/N presses, praying for an answer that pleases her. He pauses for a moment, trying to think of an answer. He could tell her, right now. Druig shifts, having finished the bow. Y/N turns too face him fully and they stand there, inches from each other.

"She's actually pretty close by." Druig winks, figuring he can't be any less obvious. Unfortunately, Y/N doesn't get it. She feels her heart rip into a million shreds as she mentally checks through a list of women in the village who Druig talks to. A long list.

"Oh."

The simple yet hurtful response is enough to make Druig realize he misspoke somehow. He thinks over what he said and can't figure it out. He decides it must mean that she got what he was trying to say and didn't like it. Then his mind wonders to who Y/N is in love with. She is nice to literally anyone so its hard to know whay is flirtation and what is friendliness. She could be flirting with lots of guys and Druig wouldn't know. She could be flirting with him- but he doesn't let himself even ponder the thought.

Y/N turns away with tears in her eyes and begins to grab the things they'll need to make dinner. They are making spaghetti, so its simple enough. Normally, Gilgamesh is the chef of the house/domo but Y/N will often takes over dinner, since he cooks all day. She doesn't want him to have too do it all over again for a group of picky eaters.

"Where do we start?" Druig asks, rubbing his hands together for the effect. Y/N rolls her eyes and shows him the recipe. He notices the look in Y/N's eyes and can't help feeling guilty. He grabs a few pots down for her and sets them on the counter.

"Fill that pot up with water and set it on the stove to boil, put a lid over it." Y/N commands and he does her bidding without hesitation. What Druig doesn't see, is the way Y/N's lip is quivering and her tears are threatening to fall. He reaches up in a hanging cabinet and pulls down a lid, placing it over the pot of water.

Making dinner had gone smoothly enough, Y/N and Druig doing a silent dance around each other and purposefully avoiding much talking. Druig felt bad for hurting Y/N and Y/N is upset because he loves someone else (in her mind). They set the table and place the meal in the center of the table for everyone to grab their share.

"Dinners ready!" Y/N calls half heartedly to the household. The eternals pile in and take their seats. Y/N normally sits next to Sprite and Sersi, across from Druig. But today she takes a seat on the opposite side of the table next to Phastos and across from Ikaris. Y/N hasn't ever liked ikaris, and she doesn't understand half the nonsense that Phastos says, but at least she isn't next to Druig.

"Um, Ikaris I need to discuss.. Something with you. Could you sit with me and have Druig switch with you?" Kingo speaks up, trying to keep the pair together.

"Um, alright." Ikaris says and takes his seat next to the movie star. Druig sheepishly sits down across from Y/N. She avoids eye contact and eats her pasta silently. She isn't the biggest fan of this whole situation, she wants to be friends with Druig, but he clearly loves someone else and Y/N knows she'll never see him as just a friend. He means the world to her and she can't sit and watch him love someone else. Sprite, unfortunately, catches onto the uncomfortable silence between Druig and Y/N and she doesn't like it. Sprite watches them both avoid eye contact and watches the tears brim around each of their eyes. Normally, Y/N's chatter keeps the whole table talking, but today the entire table is in an awkward silence.

"Y/N is in love with Druig." Sprite blurts. Everyone turns to fave her and Y/N looks as though she's about to scream and cry. Druig looks completely shocked, looking from Sprite, to Y/N, and back and forth. The rest of the group all stare at Sprite with glares. "Someone had to say it." Sprite grumbles, twirling some noodles around her fork.

Y/N stands and pushes our her chair, and begins to leave the room. Her plate just sits, half eaten. Druig stands up also, about to go speak to her when Makkari grabs his wrist. He looks back at the speedster and she gently smiles at him. Tell her the truth about how you feel, no games. Makkari signs to him. He nods and rushes away to find Y/N. Luckily, there is one place she'll be: the back flower garden.

He swings open the back door and walks out into the yard. A ways back is a small greenhouse that Y/N tends to. He walks in and looks around. The silhouette of Y/N can be seen on a bench, back turned to Druig, sobbing. He hears the cries and watches her figure shaking and moving with the sobs. He walks towards Y/N and sits down beside her on the bench. She covers her face with her arms as she cries, not wanting him to see her cry. But he gently reaches over to her and prys her arms away from her face. She looks at him, tears still running down her face.

"What's got you so worked up love?" Druig asks as tenderly as possible. Y/N tries to wipe some of her tears away but they keep coming, luckily she has calmed down enough where she isn't completely sobbing.

"Just go."

"Y/N."

"Stop okay? Sprite just told everyone how I feel about you. Not that they matter, since your in love with someone else." Y/N's face heats up again as a sob works its way up Y/N's throat.

"No I'm not." Druig states matter-oh-factly. "I meant you, I just thought I was being obvious. I've been in love with you since the first time we spoke. I thought you didn't feel the same."

"How? I am so obvious with how I feel." Y/N watches Druig's eyes closely, she hasn't really realized what this means. They both love each other. The feelings are mutual.

"I'm just stupid I guess. I'm still not sure how you didn't know how I feel, since I practically throw myself at you." Druig chuckles, scooting slightly closer to Y/N on the bench.

"I guess we're both dumb." Y/N smiles, leaning her head on Druig's shoulder. She has waited to be able to do this forever it feels like. She can finally do everything she's wanted to with Druig. After centuries of her crushing over the boy, she finally has him. He's right here, hers. Y/N's. She finally has him, and she isn't going to ever give him up.

Y/N never thought she would deserve a love like this, she always thought she was more meant for a smelly drunk pig not a beautiful Angel. Druig. He's everything she's searched for, everything she's wanted and everything she's needed.

Y/N lifts her head up and sits as close as possible next to Druig. He turns to face her and she grabs his face in her hands and smashes their lips together. Druig is taken aback at first, shocked by Y/N's action. But he slowly leans into it, kissing her back.

One of his hands holds her cheek, the other around the back of her neck. Y/N's hands move to his hair, playing with it softly. They pull apart, leaning their foreheads together.

Y/N can't resist it anymore so she wraps her arms around Druig in a gentle yet tight hug, breathing in his scent and enjoying the moment. He wraps his arms around her too, laying his head on her shoulder as he softly holds her. He loves this, not having received many hugs.

Druig is so in love with Y/N and he's waited for this since he met her. He could think about all the times he could have shared his feelings, but it doesn't matter now. He has her now. They have each other. And Druig isn't ever going to loose Y/N. Druig is the one to speak up:

"At least we're dumb together."

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evebestt · 2 years

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If you are still taking prompts and would be down writing it. I was looking up some prompts and this one might be cute with Reader and Farah: They are on a ferris wheel, and everything is going great - until it gets stuck at the very top. For thirty whole minutes. (Before the ferris wheel they could do some regular fair activity, like throwing balls at cans to win stuffed animals and the like.) I would imagine them going there either on a date or as friends (and ending up more than friends). :)

Hi hon! Thank you so much for this prompt!! I didn’t realize my life was missing a carnival fic with Farah until you sent this in, but I absolutely was and I’m so glad I was able to fill this void. It’s fun, cute and sweet, and everything I needed right now

As always, send me an ask or a message to submit a prompt. Read here on AO3 or below.

‘Round and ‘Round

There was a carnival in town — news that had the entirety of Alfea abuzz, professors and students alike. It was rare something so big and exciting came near Alfea, given how remote it was, but its location on the outskirts of the city made it just close enough to get to, and the opportunity to get off campus had everyone feeling impatient for the start of what was supposed to be a pleasant autumn weekend.

Everyone you’d talked to was planning to go at least one of the nights — everyone except the one person you most wanted to go with, Farah Dowling.

She’d become one of your best friends during the years you worked at Alfea, and while you admired her dedication to her school, you knew she worked herself far too hard. Late nights spent pouring over paperwork, early mornings planning and tutoring, you couldn’t remember the last time she’d done something for the sake of fun that wasn’t drinks with you, Saul, or Ben. She needed something to help her relax — you could see the tension she carried in her jaw even when she was supposedly done with work. And you knew she would have fun at the carnival if you could just get her there, and yet no matter how many times you asked her if she was going, her answer was the same every time.

The day before the start of the carnival you spent your shared planning period together in her office, and decided to try one last time to coax her away from her work.

“Come on, Farah, didn’t you go to carnivals when you were younger?” you asked, leaning quite dramatically into her desk to prop your chin on your hands.

“Yes, but that was when I was a teenager. I’m an adult now, and the Headmistress of a prestigious school,” she said evenly, smiling faintly at your antics.

“What, and that means you can’t have fun anymore?” She shot you a flat look, and you grinned at her, not above pleading with her a little. “Come on, Farah, Saul and Ben are already going. Come to the carnival with me — you can be a teenager again, except without all the drama and poor decision making.”

That made Farah smile, and she let out a long breath. “Alright, fine. I’ll come with you,” she said, and you leaned back to tap an excited rhythm on the edge of her desk. “If only to stop the three of you from pestering me about it.”

You grinned at her, wiggling in your seat. “I don’t care if you’re going begrudgingly — you’re going, and that’s all that matters.”

She sighed again, but this time there was a bit of humor in it. “No carnival food.”

“Yes, carnival food, that’s the whole point of it.” You gathered up your papers, stuffing them in your bag and heading towards the door until she could object further. “Get in the spirit of it, Dowling, we’re going to a carnival!”

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You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have another reason for wanting Farah to come to the carnival with you — though you’d long thought your crush on her was unreciprocated, the recent months had the tension between you growing to be incendiary, so much so that you were sure that it would only take a simple spark to start something between you. A spark that a certain carnival could provide, you knew, and so her agreeing to go was both terribly exciting and incredibly nerve wracking.

You spent the next day with butterflies and nerves simultaneously bubbling up in your stomach, and by that evening you were so keyed up that you had to pace around the living room of your suite to keep from going crazy while you waited for her. Her knock on the door nearly made you jump, and you rushed over to answer it, smoothing the front of your shirt before opening the door to Farah.

She was dressed as casually as you’d ever seen her before in relaxed trousers and a soft looking sweater, her normal navy blue trench coat belted over the top and her hair loosely gathered at the nape of her neck, and the sight of her so soft and calm made you relax, the tension running from your body in a long sigh and a smile.

At the carnival grounds, you, Saul, and Ben managed to talk Farah into a dinner of carnival food despite her protests (though you noticed she ate more of your funnel cake than you did). Once you all managed to stagger away from the picnic tables, you made your way into the heart of the carnival, where Saul was quickly wrapped up in the Strongman game with Ben as his moral support, and you and Farah were left to wander, quickly losing interest in Saul’s quest to beat the game.

You slowly made your way through the rows of games, stopping at a few to watch the people play. Eventually you stopped at a booth that contained a target game, containing a row of brightly colored targets the contestants had to try and shoot down with foam pellets. You watched a man aim the toy rifle at the first target — and miss — and then let your attention wander to the wall of prizes, scanning to see if there was anything different than the generic prizes the rest of the booths had.

“Oh, Farah look,” you said on a laugh, leaning into her as you pointed at one that had caught your eye. “There’s a hairy cow.”

She gave a small laugh and pressed even closer to murmur in your ear. “He’s cute.” She nudged you gently, giving you a small smile when you looked at her. “You should try to win him.”

You scoffed lightly, nudging her back. “Everyone knows these things are rigged.”

Her smile turned mischievous, and her eyes glinted with an impish look. “Nothing says we can’t figure out how it’s rigged.”

“Farah Dowling, breaking the rules?” you teased, and she raised a wicked eyebrow.

“It’s not breaking the rules, just bending them — I’d still have to make every shot.”

You looked at her in mild surprise. “And you’re going to be the one to play when we figure it out?”

She gave you a sly smile, the curl of her lips making you realize just how close you were standing. “I’m a very good shot. I’d be your best chance.”

A fleck of honey brown on the inner edge of her iris distracted you — you’d never noticed how her eyes lightened towards the middle before now, and it was so devastatingly beautiful when you could look so freely. But then you had stared for too long, and you shook yourself out of it, playing off your moment’s hesitation with a laugh and a joke. “Alright, Annie Oakley. We figure out how to beat the game, then you can play for me.”

She grinned and then turned back to the booth, studying it with a new sharpness in her eye that charmed you. You tried to follow suit, but truthfully you had no idea what to look for, and so you settled for watching the other contestants play while watching her reactions out of the corner of your eye.

A few minutes later she shifted on her feet and let out a little hum, a sound you interpreted as triumph.

“There — see?” She nodded slightly towards the targets. “The spring on the second to last one, it’s tighter than the others. Even if you hit a bullseye, it might not be enough to pop the trigger and let the target fall down.”

You watched the target she’d pointed out — and sure enough, the spring didn’t move nearly as much as the others had, even though you could’ve sworn the target had been hit the same way as the others.

“I’ll shoot left to right,” she continued. “When I get to that target, just put a little pressure on the spring, and it should fall right down.”

You looked back at her, eyebrows raised — you still couldn’t believe the woman you had to drag to the carnival had volunteered to participate. “You’ll really play?”

The corner of her mouth twitched, and she quirked an eyebrow back at you in challenge. “I have to prove I’m not lying about my abilities, yes?”

“Well, when you put it that way,” you said, and then nodded towards the booth.

You pushed your way through the spectating crowd to the front of the booth, and after the woman playing finished her round with a disappointing miss of the last target, Farah stepped up and placed a ticket on the counter. The attendant — a baby faced man that couldn’t have been more than twenty — took it and handed her a freshly loaded rifle while you stepped off to the side.

“Six targets, seven darts — knock them all down and win a prize.”

It was clearly a practiced line, but Farah didn’t seem to care. She weighed the toy rifle in her hands first — a laughably bright orange — and then gave you a small smirk before she shouldered it. Then taking aim, she took a shot at the first target.

And hit a bullseye.

The target fell with a satisfying thunk that made you grin, and despite yourself, you held your breath as she aimed at the next target — and hit another bullseye.

She hadn’t been lying about her abilities — each shot hit its mark perfectly, and the targets easily fell one by one with seemingly little effort on Farah’s part. She was relaxed but focused, her eyes bright and intense, and the sure, strong lines of her shoulders and arms distractingly gorgeous, so much that your mind started to drift to planning how to see her work with her arms again.

The fourth target fell, and you forced your mind back on the game. Summoning your magic, you reached out and felt the spring of the next one, finding it tight just as Farah said. You pushed it just a touch, and held your breath while you waited for Farah’s shot.

And watched it fall just as easily as the others.

You saw a small smile spread across her lips, and she easily hit the last target, giving her a perfect run. A few people in the crowd whooped and clapped as she set down the rifle, and you had to stifle a laugh at the slightly confused expression the attendant wore as he took it back, glancing between her and the targets like he couldn’t believe how easily she’d knocked every target down.

“You can pick your prize,” he said, waving his arm in an expansive gesture to the wall behind him.

She gestured to the corner of the wall you’d pointed to earlier. “I’ll take the cow.”

He frowned a little, looking at the wall of prizes and then back at her. “You can pick from any of them, not just the small ones.”

She gave him a patient smile and gestured again. “Just the cow.”

He shrugged and then went over and removed it from the wall, handing it to her. She thanked him and then walked with you to the edge of the crowd before presenting it to you, a small smile on her face. You took it with a bashful grin, admiring it for a moment before glancing back up at her. “How very gallant of you, Ms. Dowling.”

She grinned at your formal use of her name, tucking her hands into her pockets. “Well, that is the tradition at carnivals, isn’t it? Winning the gift for the girl?”

“You win a lot of gifts for girls in your day?” you asked, even as you flushed and gave her a lopsided smile.

“No more than most,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “But I enjoyed this more than the rest.”

You didn’t think you could blush any harder, but Farah had you absolutely swooning, and you had to gather yourself for a moment before you could speak again. “Well, I enjoyed this too. I don’t think I’ve had such a treasured stuffed animal since I was five years old.”

She smiled sweetly at you, and then turned to slide her arm underneath yours, linking them together as you walked away from the crowds. You gladly let yourself settle into her side, enjoying the shared warmth and the domesticity of your stroll, arm in arm and content beyond words.

You held out the cow for you both to look at, glancing between him and Farah. “What should I name this guy, hm?”

“There’s Ferdinand the Bull,” she offered. “That was one of the children’s favorite stories when they were young.”

Your heart fluttered a little imagining Farah as an aunt, the kids tucked into her sides as she read to them from a book in her lap. “He doesn’t really look like a Spanish bull, but that story is cute enough to be persuasive. What about Brown Cow?”

She wrinkled her nose. “On the nose, don’t you think?”

“Well, he’s brown, and the nursery rhyme— never mind,” you said, chuckling at Farah’s furrowed brows.

“How about Hamish?” she asked after a minute. “It honors his Scottish roots, and I believe there was a children’s book featuring a Hamish the Cow, if you’re intent on the children’s story theme.”

You smiled down at the cow, smoothing your thumb over the fuzz covering his eyes. “Hamish. I think that suits him perfectly.”

She gave a pleased hum, and you tucked Hamish back under your arm, then settled more comfortably against Farah’s side, letting out a happy sigh when she adjusted her arm to more firmly link with yours.

You walked quietly for a while, enjoying the company and the ambiance of the carnival, the air seeming to glow with the brightly colored lights now that the sun was fully set. Then something occurred to you, and you reached over to squeeze her arm with your other hand. “You know,” you started in a teasing tone, “if you were only trying to win the cow, you didn’t need me to help you cheat.”

She hummed in amusement, and then covered your hand with hers. “Well, no. But perhaps I wanted to show off.”

“And why would that be?”

You saw her blush, a fetching pink high on her cheekbones, and the knowledge that you could catch her off guard just so made your chest swell with affection.

“I suppose I care about what you think of me.”

You smiled to yourself, and moved your thumb to brush over her knuckles. “I promise it’s all good things.”

You were both avoiding each other’s gaze, but you saw her smile out of the corner of your eye, a bashful little thing that made butterflies flutter in your stomach. “I think rather highly of you, too.”

And the butterflies went wild.

Eventually you ran into Saul and Ben, who gleefully told you about Saul’s battle and consequent victory over the Strongman game, as well as the other games they played. When they asked about your cow, you proudly told them that Farah had won it for you, grinning when she blushed again at the knowing look that Saul sent her.

After a few more minutes, you were left alone with the men while Farah popped off to the bathroom. You all chatted for a minute, which then devolved into Saul badgering Ben to go on a ride with him. He held strong, but Saul was persistent, and the moment Ben sighed and nodded, Saul was shouting a goodbye to you as he dragged him off towards the ride. You just chuckled and shook your head, and then waited for Farah.

When she returned, she nodded to where the men had been standing. “Where did they go?”

“Last I saw, Saul had convinced Ben to go on the Tilt-a-Whirl with him.”

Farah made a face, her mouth pursing in trepidation. “Mm, I’m not looking forward to the consequences of that.”

“Me either,” you agreed darkly, then gestured towards the Ferris wheel set up a few paces away. “Wanna go on the Ferris wheel? The boys will probably be done being sick by then.”

Farah laughed, a warm, pleasant sound that made you grin, and she grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the short line waiting for the ride. “I like the way you think.”

You only had to wait a few minutes until you reached the front of the line. As the next empty car pulled up, Farah handed two tickets to the operator and then stepped aside to help you up onto the platform with an exaggerated gesture of her hand. You grinned and accepted, sliding into the car as she climbed in after you. “Such a gentleman.”

She grinned too and sat back as the attendant locked the bar over your laps. Within a couple minutes, the ride started, and you couldn’t help but let out a gleeful little laugh as your car rose to the top of the wheel.

“I know it’s such a simple ride, but I really do like Ferris wheels,” you said, and Farah made a soft noise, looking at you in such wonder that it made your breath catch in your throat.

“They really are amazing,” she murmured, and for a moment, with her eyes soft and dreamy and a small smile on her mouth, you wondered if you were still talking about the Ferris wheel.

You held her gaze for a moment longer, something tender passing between you, and then you leaned closer to her, shifting until you were pressed up together, her arm resting lightly behind you and your hand gently on her knee.

The wheel went around a few times before slowing down as you neared the top, finally coming to a stop to give you a chance to look out over everything. You let out a small sigh, moving out of Farah’s side just a bit to lean against the bar, as if you could see even more if you did. The carnival seemed so far away, in its own isolated world surrounded by the expanse of the forest beyond and blanketed by the first stars of the night, the last light of the sun nearly gone from the horizon.

“It’s beautiful up here,” you murmured, and she let out a soft hum of agreement.

“I didn’t realize it would go so high up. You can even see the city lights from here,” she said, pointing off toward the distance where you could just make out the soft twinkle of them beyond the forest.

You both spoke softly, like you didn’t want to disturb the quiet that settled above the buzz of the carnival below. It was nice, the quiet and the calm, adding to the illusion that it was just the two of you, alone in a little world with nothing but your shared company and mingling warmth.

A few minutes of quiet had passed when you heard the sudden crackle of a loudspeaker from the ground, and you leaned towards the edge of the cart to see what was going on.

“Well, folks, I’m sorry to have to tell you that the Ferris wheel seems to be malfunctioning,” the attendant said into the megaphone, causing people in the cars below you to murmur anxiously. “It’s nothing to worry about, we have it well under control, just know you’ll be sitting there for about half an hour before we can get it going again.”

The murmurs below you turned annoyed, and you looked over at Farah, who just shrugged, resigned. “Not afraid of heights, are you?”

“No, you?”

“No.” She paused, looking out at the view before speaking again. “Shame, I’d have to comfort you if you were.”

That was the most bold statement about your mutual attraction that Farah had ever made, catching you by surprise and making you smile. “Well, then maybe I am a little afraid.”

Without thinking, you responded in kind to her flirtation, and was delightfully rewarded when Farah slipped her arm around your waist and pulled you close to her. You curled up against her, resting your hand on her thigh this time, and when she reached down to lightly link her fingers with yours, you couldn’t help but let out a happy sigh, leaning your head against her shoulder.

You were both quiet again for a time, needing to adjust to the new intimacy between you. You rather liked the quiet, and even more so the new closeness, though you were even happier when Farah finally spoke.

“Thank you for asking me to come.” You lifted your head and raised an eyebrow at her, and she chuckled sheepishly. “Alright, thank you for pestering me until I finally relented. This is… more fun than I’ve had in a very long time.”

You smiled, jerking your head towards the Ferris wheel. “Even when we’re stuck on the top of a broken down ride?”

She smiled sweetly down at you, her eyes shining brightly with it. “Especially when we’re stuck on the top of a broken down ride.”

Your heart bumped a little, and your smile widened to a grin. Your hands were still linked, and you squeezed hers lightly, trying to tell her just how you felt when you couldn’t seem to find the words.

“Well, you’re welcome,” you finally said, and Farah squeezed your hand back. “And for what it’s worth, thank you for relenting. I wanted to go regardless, but… I really wanted to go with you.”

“And why is that?” she asked you softly, turning your earlier question around on you.

“Because…” you hesitated for a moment, the words that would bare your heart to her sticking in your throat. “Because I very much enjoy your company, and… because I hoped something might start tonight, between us.”

You couldn’t look at her, too scared to see the possibility of rejection in her eyes. But then she shifted next to you and squeezed your hand lightly again, a silent ask, and slowly you turned your head, lifting your eyes to meet hers. She was smiling, soft and gentle but still as radiant as the sun, and she was so utterly gorgeous in the low, colored lights of the ride that you had to remind yourself to take a breath.

“I’ve been hoping, too.”

You leaned towards her, just an inch, more out of a magnetic pull than a conscious decision. She cupped your cheek, encouraging you to lean closer, and then she closed the distance between you in a slow kiss.

It’s such a cliche, you thought dimly to yourself, our first kiss on the top of a Ferris wheel. But she was warm underneath you, and tasted faintly of your funnel cake and smelled like her sweet perfume, and you couldn’t think of anything else but her.

Her arm still around your waist pulled you even closer, and for a moment the kiss deepened, wonderfully tender and sweet. But before you could melt any further, the crackle and squeal of the megaphone sounded again, making you both jump as the attendant’s voice rang out.

“Good news, folks, the ride is almost fixed! We’ll get you down in no time.”

There were cheers and applause from the other cars, but Farah just chuckled lightly, leaning her forehead against yours. “Just in time, hm?”

“The ride being fixed or us figuring it out?” you asked, angling to bump your nose against hers.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with humor when she opened them. “Can’t it be both?”

You smiled back, pressing one last lingering kiss to her lips as the ride shuddered to life. “I suppose it must be.”

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