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maladaptive---daydreamer · 7 years

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The Fourth Time

Fandom: DC Universe/ Supergirl

Pairing: Clara Kent x gender neutral!reader

Summary/Request: Can you do a one-shot where the gender neutral human reader is a reporter for The Daily Planet and knows that their girlfriend Clara Kent (the female version of Superman) is Superwoman and they get kidnapped by Lex Luthor and then saved by Clara? Before the reader is saved, they say to Lex "this is the fourth time this week you've kidnapped me. Don't you have anything better to do?" - Anonymous

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The sound of the shower turning off and the curtain being pulled back woke you. You yawned and stretched before getting out of bed and swapping places in the bathroom with Clara. You quickly showered and brushed your teeth before exiting and eating your breakfast in your robe.

“How’s work looking?” Clara asked from across the breakfast bar.

“I have to finish writing my supergirl article and interview the owner of the USA’s largest tomato” You replied.

“Sounds riveting”

“Oh believe me it is, I could stare at Supergirl in her suit all day”

Clara laughed at your joke and put her coffee mug in the sink.

“You should get dressed, I don’t think anyone would like you showing up to work in just your robe”

“Wow, she saves the city and she’s funny. Clara Kent everybody”

You hopped off the barstool and quickly changed your outfit. thankfully, the Planet was a lot more lenient on dress code ever since an article had been published by one of your colleagues showing the effect of comfy clothes on productivity and comfort.

“Hey, I’ll meet you at the bistro for lunch, yeah?” Clara said as you laced up your shoes.

“12?”

“12.30?”

“Yeah. Okay. I love you”

“I love you too”

With that, you left for the Daily Planet. You hailed a cab and checked for any meetings you had. So far it was only an interview with a shop owner who grew the biggest tomato in the US. It was boring but no one else was doing it so you were lumped with the task.

You went through security and up to your cubicle. You logged onto your computer and opened up a draft of a different article and continued writing that. It was based on a few heists that were happening in the area by a new villain that Cara had the pleasure of meeting a few nights ago.

“Hey Y/N” A voice called out

“Hey Charlie”

“I bought you coffee and a bagel” your co-worker smiled. You really liked her, she was one of the kindest people on your floor and the two of you soon made close friends

“Thank you! I’m starving”

“You’re welcome. I’ll let you carry on with your article”

You took the lid off the coffee to let it cool down a bit more as you continued to type. A while later you were disturbed again.

“Y/N”

You looked up to see one of the interns.

“Your interview is here.”

“I wasn’t supposed to see him until 2″

“Well he’s here now”

You muttered a ‘thanks’ as you saved what you had written and collected your notebook and phone. You got down to the lobby and saw the farmer sitting nervously on one of the sofas.

“Mr Blake? Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m going to be conducting your interview”

“Ah yes”

“If you’ll follow me to one of our interview rooms”

“No wait, I forgot my tomato in the car.”

“I’m sure you don’t need-”

“Yes I do”

“Right well I’ll wait here and you-”

“No, you need to come with me.”

“I’m sorry-”

“To take pictures, the ones they already have a bad you see”

“I don’t have a camera”

“I do, it’s in my car.”

“Right”

You cautiously followed the old man out of the building and into the side alleyway he parked in. His old beat up truck was in front of three pristine SUVs. He reached his car and the doors of the SUVs opened. Tall burly men in suits surrounded you and the old man kept mumbling about how sorry he was. Lex came through a small gap and flung a bag of money at the farmer.

“Hello Y/N” The familiar annoying voice of Lex Luthor called out

“What do you want, Lex?”

“Your girlfriend”

“You’re not getting her”

“I thought you’d say that”

“Chloroform them”

A man came from behind and put a handkerchief to your mouth. The smell invaded your nose and you could slowly feel yourself getting tired.

You woke up god knows how many hours later tried to a chair. It was one of those comfortable spinning chairs but it was the useless kind, the one that had no wheels.

“You’re up”

“Ugh Lex, you’re boring me”

“It’s simple, you lead me to her and I leave you alone.”

“Yeah and you also experiment on her because you’re a freak.”

“No- I need her abilities”

“Well, you’re not going to get them. Lex, this is the fourth time this week you’ve kidnapped me, don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Yes I do, but I need Clara’s powers for everything”

“Maybe you should change your plans around then”

“I can’t change my plans willy-nilly, Y/N. Everything is planned in advance”

“You’re a psycho and you need help”

“We’ve established that I’m fine”

“I just need you to be here long enough for Clara to come and you will be free to go”

“Well I’m here, so let them go, Lex”

“Lovely. I’ll admit, I think I may be a pathological liar. Y/N, you’re deffooo not leaving. I can’t have any witnesses now can I?”

“Lex” Clara warned.

“Oh, I’m so scared, you’re using your adult voice on me.”

Clara surged forward and pushed Lex to the ground. She began punching him, Jon Snow and Ramsay style only he grabbed a hold of her arms and pushed her off. He jumped up and picked up a weapon that you assumed probably had kryptonite in it and began to advance towards her. Clara saw a chair on the side and picked it up, she used its legs to push Lex to the wall. With a flick of her wrist, she brought the chair upwards and slammed it into his face. He fell to the floor with a thud.

“Bravo, now untie me so we can leave” You called out wriggling your tied fingers.

Clara ran towards you and used her laser vision to burn through the ropes. You rubbed your wrists where the harsh fibres had irritated your skin for the millionth time this week.

“I’m sorry” She muttered

“It’s not your fault that Lex is crazy and is obsessed with you”

“But it puts you in harm’s way”

“But you always save me, that’s more than I could ask for.”

“Promise?”

“Promise”

Clara smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Now, let’s go grab lunch like we planned. I am starving”

“When are you not?”

“When you feed me”

The two of you walked out of Lex’s building and into a cab. The cab dropped you off outside the bistro and the two of you took your seats outside since it was such a nice day. You nipped into the inside and gave your order and table number and returned to Clara.

“So what are you going to do about your article?”

“Continue writing it.”

“No about the tomato interview”

“I’ll just say I got kidnapped for information on Supergirl since I was writing the article. I told them what I knew, which is what the rest of the city knew and they let me go. Hopefully, then someone else will be stuck with the article instead of me”

“That sounds too good to be true”

“I’m dating someone who can fly, too good to be true doesn't exist in our vocabularies anymore”

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rowanthestrange · 2 years

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Do you have any autistic doctor hear cannons?

Autistic headcanons for Thirteen:

Simultaneously considers these traits her ‘alienness’ - which only feels more isolating when everything happens; but also does indeed understand them to be autism, because that was one of the checklists Clara made her go through (before she insisted that Clara herself fill out the ADHD one as well because this was just normal stuff, and then Clara agreed and they never talked about it again).

Masks and scripts like an actor playing a superhero. Yes, maybe it’s still noticeable, but imagine what she’d be without that? No-one would trust her to fix a faulty lightbulb let alone a planet. She’s already a woman. Ish. Might as well pack it in and run a corner shop in Kent with a squeaky door, those bags of crisps that are bigger than the little ones but littler than the big ones, and random food only labelled in Polish that’s either a jumbo chocolate-covered wafer or a pack of instant noodles, or some surprisingly edible combination of the two.

She’s actually naturally pretty monotonous and has to constantly, consciously, change her tone to correctly express herself to people, and sound normal - or at the very least not chronically depressed (which admittedly is true but unrelated). She believes this is why she doesn’t know how to play an instrument this go around - she’s the instrument.

Even at her worst she’s usually been against routines and structures and sameness. But after the laziness of someone else doing the work to feed her for most of her last life, and having also acquired the usual handful of issues from the regeneration lucky-dip, she’s mostly given up on eating normal food if it’s not in company. Too complicated, too time-consuming, too varied, too many sensations in her mouth, her stomach, her body in general, blood sugar and salt going up and down, up and down. Yuck. No, a nutrition-tab whenever the TARDIS dispenses it. Biscuits as part of the TARDIS’s training rewards. This was the case even before prison, which only proved how correct this approach was - it proving impossible to swallow the prison food in one go, despite her making a considerable number of attempts to do so.

After a rough day, she usually feels better after staring into the glow of the TARDIS console. Likes sticking her head under and being surrounded by flashing and loud noises. She never got used to the sound being slightly muffled in her left ear since the sonic mine.

Electrocuting yourself is bad, don’t do it, unless you really feel like it and are a licensed electrician in the Angravay System and have two hearts in case one takes a nap.

Other pastimes to be done in the same secrecy as illicit uses of sonic devices include: waggling her fingers in front of her eyes, flapping her arms, jumping up and down until her feet hurt. While wary of indulging too much in front of the fam, luckily it later turned out Yaz also likes trampolining, and theme park rides, and circus skills, so she does all sorts of fun physical things with her, and frequently asks if she’s got any more ideas of what they could do.

The Doctor’s pretty burned out by the time Dan is around full time, and despite having only met him several hours ago, he’s heard enough about her second hand and reacts accordingly that she just...stops masking around him properly. Still lies like a dog, that’s just her, but a lot of her what she thinks of as less human traits, she lets him deal with. If she doesn’t feel like talking, she doesn’t. If she doesn’t want to look at him when they’re talking, or feel like changing her tone, or wants to just make noise responses, she does. If she wants to move weirdly, sometimes she does.

It’s not Dan’s first rodeo. He had a probably-autistic-as-well-as-bipolar-in-hindsight girlfriend before. Not to mention has lived with Yaz when she’s been sick or exhausted or at her wit’s end. His responses aren’t exactly the same as they would have been with Yaz or Jess - mostly because the Doctor doesn’t do physical contact and even if she did he doesn’t really know her like that. Rib-cracking bear hugs are out until she suggests otherwise. But he knows when to not take offence to things, when to distract, when to mirror. Knows how to guess what the real cause of a seemingly random outburst is (like Yaz she forgets to drink, but unlike in 1900 he has easy access to bottled water he can leave around, and without the pushback that he’d get from nagging). This is mostly good for the Doctor, however has the distinct downside that he knows exactly where her autism ends and her being an arsehole begins.

Thirteen and Martin!Doctor are both very autistic, but in completely conflicting ways. Thirteen prefers the interest of newness and change, Martin!Doctor likes structure and pattern. Thirteen is hyposensitive and needs loudness and sensation and input to rebalance, Martin!Doctor is hypersensitive and needs quiet and stillness. Thirteen is an introvert and needs recharge time alone from others, Martin!Doctor who needs to be around people - just people doing the ‘right’ thing. Thirteen is heavy on the masking, Martin!Doctor says she refuses to not act like herself - though still very much has a pride problem, and will disappear off in a ‘sulk’ for days at a time (so ultimately they’re very similar in this respect, but take umbrage at each other anyway). If Martin!Doctor wants to hum over anything or anyone or just in general, she will. Thirteen doesn’t allow herself to do that even if she wants to, simultaneously believing she shouldn’t act like that, and being envious of her. Both are tactile on their own terms, not on others’, which is fine until you’ve got two such people together. Thirteen’s stims are simple but difficult to hide, Martin!Doctor’s are complex but easier to hide (her preferred being completing and learning crossword puzzle books - the automatic calming effect of writing a letter in a box immediately relaxes her on both a mental and physical level in a way she can’t account for). Both are somewhat given to quietly self-injurious behaviour that they attempt to control (Martin!Doctor more successful than Thirteen) but again this isn’t complementary in practice, as they would merely set the other one off shouting at them because they hate seeing their own aspects they dislike reflected back at them.

Thirteen has accidentally given herself a concussion twice, because rattling her brain in her skull makes things feel simpler. Perhaps this is what happens when your first memory is a train floor, if not the train roof that technically came before it.

#replies #minific #i mean headcanon is a nebulous idea #i have these or ignore them at my leisure #but broadly speaking

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muchdesire021 · 2 years

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O Outro Clone

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Resumo: Clark Kent Imagine.

Se sentindo inapta não a ter a mesma responsabilidade que seu pai teve como Herói e não querer ser controlado por Lex Luthor, Y/n foge para um lugar isolado no mundo e vive lá até o final dos acontecimentos de Reign of the Supermen (2019), por não querer ser controlada. Quando tudo se acalma, Conner - seu irmão - trás uma pessoa muito especial para visita-la.

Emparelhamento: Clark Kent (HQs) x fem!reader

Advertências: Um pouco de angustia, mas no final é Fluffy... Ou eu acho que é...

Notas: Desculpe-me por qualquer erro ortográfico! Em todo caso, aproveitem!

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Minha vida mudou completamente quando eu descobri que era um clone feminino do Superman feito pela Cadmus. De acordo com os arquivos, eu nasci apenas do DNA dele, tendo a amostra sido coletada em uma luta particularmente difícil. Eu cresci ao lado do meu irmão, Conner no laboratório Cadmus e desde de que me lembro, sempre fomos treinados, para um dia o substituir.

Até o dia em que fomos liberados para o mundo, nesse dia descobrimos que o SuperMan, o nosso pai, foi morto e que chegou a hora para sermos heróis em seu lugar. Só havia um problema. Conner era de longe o mais determinado a seguir os planos de Luthor, o outro pai dele, mas eu não queria porque via a maldade por trás de suas palavras e objetivos vazios. Mesmo eu tendo sido criada para apenas um propósito, não significa que terei de segui-lo, certo? Não posso e não quero substituir ninguém no heroísmo, quero ser eu mesma, salvar as pessoas do meu modo e não do jeito torto que Lex deseja.

Por isso eu voei para longe da cidade, achei um lugar quieto e tranquilo, me escondi de tudo e alenas relaxei quando tudo se resolveu. Quando não tinha mais nenhum barulho de luta e quando escutei a voz do meu pai assim que ele voltou dos mortos ou algo parecido.

Eu queria sair para ve-lo, falar com ele mais do que tudo, mas fiquei com receio de como ele iria me tratar quando soubesse quem eu era e como vim ao mundo. Ele poderia muito bem me achar um monstro... E apenas a idéia dele me rejeitando me deixou triste. Por isso eu decidi que se era para encontra-lo e ser rejeitada, eu não poderia mais ficar na terra. Eu tinha muita resistência, eu sei que ele pode respirar no espaço, eu também posso então posso encontrar um planeta novo, com um sol amarelo e ser a nova Super deles.

Sim, esse é um bom plano.

Um plano que quase se realizou porque o meu querido irmão decidiu invadir a minha fortaleza, que esta mais para uma caverna, com o nosso pai logo atrás. Conner tinha que me rastrear e levar o nosso pai para me encontrar, porque ele não pode vir sozinho?!

Seus olhos azuis me encararam em choque, o Super ficou estático, parecia caótico parado no lugar como se uma força muito poderosa o mantivesse preso no ar. Enquanto isso, Conner se aproximou de mim, me envolvendo em um abraço forte, me repreendendo por desaparecer e mesmo assim dizendo que entendia. Até poderia o estar escutando, mas minha atenção mesmo estava no Kriptoniano que não disse uma só palavra até agora.

— Tonta! Nunca mais suma, entendeu?! – ele disse separando o abraço, me segurando pelos ombros, tendo finalmente a minha atenção total.

— Me desculpe, é que eu não suportava a ideia de seguir as ordens do Lex. – falei desajeitada. Engoli em seco, limpando a garganta, pensando em uma rota de fuga rápida. – Acho melhor eu...

— Nem pense nisso! Você não vai sair da minha vista agora que te achei, maninha! – claro que ele leria minhas intenções. Então Conner se afastou dando uma imagem mais clara minha pro outro ali. – Clark ficou interessado ao saber que tinha mais um filho e quis vim te conhecer.

— Clark?

Esse era o nome dele? Não tenho memórias de ninguém me dando essa informação. Eu só o conhecia como Superman.

— Ah sim, Clark Kent é o nome real do nosso pai, este é ele. – Conner respondeu sorrindo gigante, apontando para Clark. – Pai, esta é a S/N, minha irmã, sua filha.

Foram alguns segundos sufocantes depois das apresentações feitas. Ele continuou lá sem se mexer e eu ficava cada vez mais impaciente, nervosa, ansiosa para fugir dali o mais rápido possível. Quando ia dar um passo para trás e voar para bem longe, uma lufada de ar vem na minha direção e logo braços fortes me envolvem o corpo num abraço apertado, caloroso e muito esperado. Seu batimento cardiaco acelerado, sua respiração ofegante, seu corpo tremendo de emoção nervosa e eu posso dizer com certeza que estou do mesmo jeito ao experimentar pela primeira vez o abraço e amor do meu pai.

Meu pai. A realização dessa frase é tão nova que parece surreal de se acreditar.

Então de repente, eu fiquei com medo e sem saber como reagir. Eu abraço de volta ou não? Falo que o amo ou fico quieta? Digo que meu sonho era conhece-lo ou fico indiferente com tudo? O que eu faço agora?

Nesse meio tempo em que eu debatia comigo mesma em pensamento, mau percebi que estava chorando, agarrada a Clark e só tive noção do que acontecia quando o primeiro soluço forte veio e os tremores abalaram meu corpo. Eu não sabia que estava no limite e tão vulnerável assim.

— Shhh esta tudo bem agora, eu tenho você aqui comigo. Não precisa mais chorar. Eu tenho você. – seu aperto aumentou quando o abracei forte, finalmente cedendo a emoção, cedendo a esse sentimento bom de carinho verdadeiro. Pelo menos eu sinto que é isso.

Ele continuou me tranquilizando por um tempo até que eu me acalmasse, acariciando meu cabelo suavemente, deixando leves beijos na minha cabeça até que eu estivesse mais calma. Quando aconteceu, separamos o abraço lentamente, ele enxugou minhas lagrimas e deu um grande sorriso.

— É um prazer finalmente conhece-la, minha filha. – funguei tentando parar de chorar. Clark acaricionou minha bochecha com ternura antes de dizer algo que nunca imaginei se tornar realidade. – Vamos pra casa filha, você e seu irmão tem que conhecer a família da qual faz parte.

— Família? – ele assentiu, alternando seu olhar entre meu irmão e eu.

— Isso, você e Conner são meus filhos, não importa como chegaram a mim e agora precisam conhecer o restante da família. Preparados?

— Sim!

Apesar da minha resposta ter sido bem mais tímida da que a do Conner, eu estou igualmente animada que ele para conhecer a nossa família. Será que eu tenho avós? Tias? Primos? Talvez um cachorro ou gato? Quem sabe até outro irmão ou irmã?... Bem, se eu tiver um irmão, sera que a mulher do meu pai vai nos aceitar, Conner e eu?

Eu posso pensar nisso depois, agora eu só quero aproveotar a brisa fresca do vento no rosto enquanto Clark, eu e meu irmão voamos pelo Monte Everest em direção aos Estados Unidos da América. Durante o caminho, Clark foi gentil ao perguntar sobre mim, por exemplo, do que gosto ou não.

Foi um tempo de voo tranquilo, animado com as brincadeiras de Conner. Eu me senti bem, depois de um longo tempo imaginando o pior dos encontros com meu pai, fico feliz em ter tido um encontro agradável. Agora só faltava torcer para ser assim com os outros.

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#clark kent #superman imagine #dc imagine #fem!reader #Conner kent #clark kent x y/n #Reign of the Supermen #kon el x reader

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floralguccistyles · 3 years

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Long time no post! Things in my life have been crazy, from health problems with both myself and family members, to the deaths of both my grandpa and my cat, and work/school has been insane. I hope y’all forgive me and I hope this makes up for it. Let me know what you think!

wildflower :: chapter three

...and brings you flowers

Considering my morning started with having to deal with a customer whose key card didn’t work to get into their room, I could assume today was going to be a rough day.

Things only continued to spiral downhill when I had finished getting the key card situation handled only to walk into the kitchen and find the coffee machine was broken. One of the chefs jokingly told me to make myself a cup of tea, but I think he got a little scared when my lower lip jutted out and started wobbling in frustration. I wasn’t going to cry, but that didn’t mean the tears wouldn’t stubbornly well up behind my eyes.

If that wasn’t enough, on my break I had stubbed my toe on the corner coming around from checking up on one of the rooms. I had sworn very, very loudly in front of a family of four with two kids under twelve and the parents had glared at me. I hoped they had the decency to see that I was having a bad day and wouldn’t tell my supervisor.

All I wanted to do was curl up in bed with a good book, a rom-com playing in the background, and maybe some soup.

My day was only made worse when I saw Violet walking through the lobby doors as I was leaving.

“Great,” I muttered under my breath, letting out a huff of irritated breath. She had her book bag thrown over her shoulder, holding onto the strap on her shoulder so tightly it was a wonder it didn’t break. “What’re you doing here?” I asked in a whisper, not wanting my boss to hear me talking to anyone the way I was talking to Violet. Unfortunately, my boss Clara was an only child and wouldn’t understand the sister love-hate bond Violet and I had.

“Nice to see you too.” Violet looked frustratingly put together, as she always did. She had definitely sucked up the good looks that had obviously skipped the poor middle child (me). Her long hair was curled delicately and though she didn’t wear much makeup, she had never needed it. She had eyelashes models would kill for. “I was wondering if we could go get coffee or something.”

“Coffee? We don’t do coffee.”

“Christ, Rose, is it really that much of an inconvenience to hang out with your sister?” she asked incredulously, rolling her eyes at my reluctance. “I thought we could talk, hang out, get some coffee out of it. It’s not the end of the world.”

I had obviously done something to piss off whatever higher being existed because the icing on the cake to my terrible day was dealing with Violet’s snark. To simply stop her from complaining (because she was world-class at it), I sighed. “Fine. But you’re buying.”

“You’re the one with the full-time job!”

“Do you want to get coffee or not?”

“I’m regretting my choice now,” Violet said simply, but gestured towards the door of the building. She had an old car Niall had actually helped her find when she had started college, so we piled into it. I didn’t know what coffee place she was taking us to, but I decided I didn’t care. I hadn’t had any coffee this morning, and I was in desperate need. Plus, if Violet had a hundred dollars to make on the bet with Lily and Niall, she had enough money to buy me a four dollar cup of coffee.

She pulled into a little coffee house that was close to the campus Niall worked at. I wondered briefly if he frequented it when he worked. When we walked in, the smell of coffee beans hit my nose and gave me a small reprieve from the terrible day. “What do you want? Their caramel stuff is really good.”

“Whatever you get is fine.” Though Violet had questionable taste in most things, her taste in coffee was impeccable. She nodded and walked to the bar to order while I found us a place to sit, close to the window in case I needed to zone out and have something pretty to look at if Violet got too annoying. When she returned, she set my coffee in front of me and took a seat, her chair scraping loudly against the floor and making the both of us wince. I took a small sip of the coffee (something caramel, as she had suggested) and instantly felt ten times better. “This is the only good thing to happen to me all day.”

Violet rolled her eyes, mumbled something about me being overdramatic underneath her breath. “Lily thinks I need to apologize.”

“I think so too.”

“I don’t.”

I gestured to the coffee shop. “Then what’s the point of this?”

“You bit my head off when I was trying to explain last time. I was hoping you’d sit and actually have a civil conversation with me about things.” When I didn’t respond, just gestured for her to continue, she did. “I didn’t get you the psychologist’s number because I think you’re pathetic or that you can’t handle shit. I got it for you because no woman should ever be propositioned for sex and it’s absolutely disgusting that the prick tried to do some sort of quid-pro-quo and got nothing more than a slap on the wrist. And if I’m feeling that, as a third party, I can’t imagine how you’re feeling about it. So I got you her number in case you wanted to talk.”

“But you didn’t ask me beforehand. You went behind my back.”

“Because that’s what people do when they care about you, Rose!” Violet exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Christ, if I thought it would be this much work, I would have just saved myself the trouble. I just think it’s shitty he’s getting away with it, so I thought maybe you’d want to talk to someone. It’s not a problem that you can’t sleep without someone there, but don’t you think you need to analyze why? Especially because you never had a problem with it before. And you’re still paying too much money for rent in a flat you don’t even live in anymore.”

There was no point in arguing with her because she, frustratingly, wasn’t wrong. It was shitty that Kent was getting away with it and I probably was stupid for paying money for an apartment I wasn’t staying in. But I had gotten that trademark Fairbrough stubbornness, and I wanted to handle things my own way, as I had always done in my life.

“I appreciate it and can understand where you were coming from.” The words felt like lead on my tongue because I was a prideful person. “But I honestly don’t think I need to talk to someone. If I do think I need help, you’ll be the first person I’ll call.”

“We both know that’s a lie. You’d sooner call Lily or Niall before you’d call me,” she replied in a snarky voice, taking a sip of her latte and staring out the window.

I didn’t bother correcting her.

“Look,” she said after a couple of moments, all of which were spent sipping at our drinks and not talking to one another, “will you just take the card? You don’t have to do anything with it, but it’ll make me feel better if you just take it.”

“Fine. But only because you bought me coffee.”

When I returned home to Lily’s flat, the psychologist’s number in my bag, I toed off my shoes and flung myself onto the couch. I wouldn’t nap because then sleeping tonight would be even more difficult, but I did just close my eyes and rest there for several moments while the bad day crashed over me. Distantly, I heard the sound of Lily’s front door swinging open and groaned out to her, letting her know I was on the couch.

“Rosebud, you okay?”

I turned my body around at Niall’s voice, nodding my head slightly. “Hi, Niall. Where’s Lily?”

“One of her clients called. They’ve got to meet her at the prison.” He moved my feet, sliding his body underneath before he deposited them back on his lap.

“I had the worst day,” I answered his question a little late, sighing out as he gave me sympathetic eyes. “I think I might meet with my landlord next week. My lease is up next month and...I mean, I’m basically living here. I just don’t know if I want to let it go yet. It was the first apartment I rented on my own. And I don’t know if Lily wants me around forever…”

“Lily will let you stay with her as long as you need, you know that.” He reached forward and started massaging my calf, causing me to close my eyes sleepily underneath his touch. “Why was your day bad?”

“People at work. Then the coffee machine was broken. Then Violet came in.”

He laughed, but it was faraway. I was slipping into unconsciousness, and I knew if Niall didn’t stop massaging my leg, I was going to drift off. “You’ve got to stop,” I told him, pulling one of my legs away to poke him with my toe.

His hands hesitantly left my other leg. “Why? Uncomfortable?”

“Too comfortable,” I corrected, shaking my head. “I don’t want to nap and have a shitty night of sleep tonight.

“Just nap, Rosebud. You look like you need it. Do you work tomorrow?”

I shook my head, because thankfully I had tomorrow off.

“Then, c’mon.” He moved my feet again and stood up, holding out a hand for me to take. I groggily grabbed it in my own, allowing him to pull me to my feet and lead me to my room. I flopped myself onto my bed and smiled as he tucked me in, patting down the blankets so they would stay put. It was only when I was underneath my covers that I realized how much the day had taken out of me. Any morning without coffee always exhausted me, but meeting with Violet had just done me in.

“How was your day?” I asked sleepily, reaching out and lacing our fingers together. He squeezed my fingers. “Are you feeling a little better from the sexual assault situation?”

He sighed. “I’m never going to feel good about it, Rosebud. The fact that any of my athletes could do that to someone...it tore me up inside.”

I decided Niall needed a nap almost as much as I did. I patted the spot next to me, inviting him to rest with me on the other side of my bed. He sent me a small smile, pushing off his shoes from his feet and lowering himself onto my bed, over the covers since he didn’t get nearly as cold as I did.

“Rest with me,” I requested softly. “We could both use the sleep.”

He stared at me for a few seconds. “You’re one of a kind, Rosebud.”

I smiled, snuggling closer to him. His arm came around to rest on my waist, pulling me closer to him until my skin was pressed against his skin.

We must have only napped for an hour or so, but I woke up before Niall did. He was knocked out onto my lavender pillow, a tiny bit of drool sneaking out of his open mouth. At least he didn’t snore as much as I apparently did. His entire body was curled, crunched up like even in sleep, his tension wouldn’t leave him. I realized when I stretched that our legs were slightly tangled together, his hand still on my waist. My skin was warm where his fingers touched.

Niall was truly, unfairly attractive. Now that I could look at him without the awkwardness of him realizing I was staring, I could easily admit that to myself. I had always known Niall was a handsome guy, but he was always unattainable. He was Lily’s. I had no business thinking he was attractive.

But his brown hair was fluffed on the right side where it pressed against my pillow, and he had an adorable sleeping face and I admitted to myself right then and there that Niall Horan was beautiful. The fact that he basically belonged to Lily didn’t change that, and it probably never would.

“Stop staring at me,” he said softly, his lips curling up at the corners.

I jumped, not expecting his voice since I still believed he was in the middle of sleeping. “Jesus, don’t scare me like that. How’d you know I was staring?”

“I felt in my soul that there was a pair of beautiful big brown eyes on me, and look at that,” he said, opening his own beautiful big eyes and grinning, “I was right.”

“You’re full of shit, is what you are.” But I found myself leaning back down on my bed and quietly taking in the silence with him. Silence was never uncomfortable with Niall like it was with other people. “Thanks for napping with me.”

“Hopefully it made your bad day a little better.”

“It did.”

My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I sleepily reached for it, reading the text from Lily.

Getting dinner with Carmen. We’ve both had a shitty day and have to discuss some things about the case. Feel free to use anything in the fridge for dinner tonight!

“Want to go get some food?” I asked Niall, showing him the text from Lily.

“Sure. I can go pick up some Nando’s, if you want.”

I groaned, leaning my head into his shoulder. “You are my knight in shining armor. The wind beneath my wings. An angel among us mere mortals.”

“You’re more dramatic than usual today. The chicken pita like usual?” He stood from the bed, readjusting his shirt that had been slightly wrinkled in our nap. As he ran his hands through his hair, I found myself distracted by his forearms, which were showcased by the rolled-up sleeves he was sporting. I’d never really noticed Niall’s arms before, but they were as gorgeous as the rest of him.

Had I mentioned how unfairly beautiful he was?

“Yes, please. I think I have some soda and ice cream. I can make us some floats?”

“You’ve got root beer?”

I wrinkled my nose. “I think so?”

He laughed at my uncertainty, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to the top of my head. “Alright. I’ll call in and go grab it really quick. See you in about thirty.”

“Thanks, Niall!”

“Anything for my Rosebud.”

I took the time he was gone to tidy up around the apartment a little. I wasn’t a messy person by any means, but with my bad day, I had left a little trail of Rose-messes on the couch and in the foyer, where I had deposited my shoes without a care in the world. The last thing I wanted was for Lily to come home and see my mess and decide she didn’t want me living with her. It was bad enough I still hadn’t found the necklace she had given me. Niall had scoured his place trying to find it, so I wondered if I had drunkenly taken it off at the bar that night with Niamh and Pat. Leaving her apartment a mess just felt like another strike against me.

Niall returned about forty minutes later, ringing the doorbell because his hands were full of food. He grinned as I opened the door, reaching out his arm to hand me the food in the Nando’s bags. It was only after I had the food in my arms that I realized he was carrying another bag.

“What’d you get?” I asked, kicking the door shut with my foot as soon as he walked into the apartment. I set the food on the counter and got my phone out. “How much do I owe you? I can Venmo.”

“Put your fucking phone away,” he said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. “I got you something.”

His hand dipped into the bag at his side and pulled out something green and leafy. It looked like flowers, but I couldn’t see any blooms. However, when he handed them to me, I could suddenly see the tiny little buds at the end of some of the stems. “Rose buds for my Rosebud!” he exclaimed happily. “I know you were having a bad day, so I thought—oof!”

His breath left his body when I crashed into him, hugging him around the waist so tightly I thought I might pop him like a balloon. I was embarrassed to feel tears well up in my eyes at the sweet gesture, but the truth was, he had already made my day ten times better just by hanging around. And no boy had ever bought me flowers before.

“Don’t cry,” he said when he pulled away, giving me a smile and wiping underneath my eye with his thumb. “They were supposed to make you smile.”

“You’re just…” I trailed off, unable to find the words to perfectly describe the boy in front of me. “You are everything,” I decided, pulling him back into my arms, content to just hold him there for a little longer.

He chuckled, his breath stirring the hairs on my head. I felt him squeeze my shoulders, reminding me that this was real and he was here. “Not everything,” he argued softly, “just someone who cares about you.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nodded towards Niamh, who was currently freezing her ass off outside of my apartment. We had met up with my landlord to discuss me not living there when my lease was up. However, every time I thought about giving up my own little apartment, the first big purchase I had made as a working adult...it filled me with dread.

“You know you’re welcome to stay with me for free, Rose,” Lily added. She had found out Niamh planned to accompany me and had invited herself. It wasn’t a problem, since Niamh and Lily got along fairly well, but after Lily’s recent schemes with Violet to get me in to see a counselor, I was a little wary of going through with this while Lily was here. Mostly, I didn’t want her to see me burst into tears and then turn around and make a plan with Violet to kidnap me and take me to the therapist. “You don’t have to give up your place.”

But I did. I hated staying there at night, because I felt an uncomfortable crawling on my skin, like Kent was watching me somewhere. It was irrational of me to feel that way, but it didn’t stop the fear when I was alone at night. “It’s a waste of money,” I replied, and wondered if Lily and Niamh could hear the reluctance in my voice. “Giving it up is smart.”

“You want to at least go inside and start packing some things up?” Niamh asked. I could hear her teeth chattering. It wasn’t particularly cold outside, but Niamh always ran a little chillier than the average person.

I probably should. While most of my stuff was at Lily’s now, it would still be nice to go in and see what things I still had in my apartment. The pretty jewelry holder my grandmother had given me was there, along with some shoes that I didn’t wear everyday. The orange lamp my mom had given me for my college dorm was sitting on my nightstand, with the cute little pink mosaics on it that I loved. But seeing that stuff would make me sad, especially because I didn’t want to give up that little space yet.

Just because something was smart and right didn’t mean it was easy.

“No, I’m fine. Let’s just go to lunch.”

They shared a look with each other, but luckily didn’t push. Niamh because she wasn’t that kind of person, and Lily because she still felt bad about the whole Violet thing.

Niall and Pat were meeting us for lunch, effectively making me the fifth wheel. However, if it meant I got my money, Niall could join us for every meal he wanted to; Pat was fun to have around. Niamh called an Uber to the little deli she often frequented when she was done with work and when the driver pulled up to the restaurant, Niall and Pat were already sitting outside.

“Morning ladies,” Pat said happily, pulling out the chair next to him for Niamh to sit. She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. Niall had two open seats on either side of him, so I slid into one. “We already ordered your food.”

“You know my order?” I asked Pat, raising my brow.

“No, but Niall does.”

I gave Niall a surprised look. Sure, he knew my Nando’s order because he usually picked it up for Lily and I, but I assumed he had only committed Lily’s order for the deli to memory. “Thanks, Ni. Did you get your usual roast beef?”

“You know me well,” he said, smiling. “I also got you some orange juice.”

Orange juice was my comfort drink. I liked having it when I was sad or nostalgic. When I gave him another surprised look, he shrugged.

“I know seeing your flat probably made you upset, so I figured you’d want some orange juice.”

Smiling softly, I reached over to give him a one-armed hug. I caught the tail end of a look that Niamh and Pat gave one another, their eyebrows furrowed as if they were trying to figure something out. They did this often; I joked that they were so in-tune with one another that they were of one mind. Before I could ask them what their looks meant, however, the server was setting down our drinks and food. Niall had been correct in my favorite sandwich, a turkey with Swiss cheese and extra oil and vinegar. He had also switched out my fries (or as he called them “chips” and playfully rolled his eyes when I said it wrong) for sweet potato fries, which were another weakness.

“Thanks, Ni,” Lily said when her own food arrived. She gave him a small peck on the cheek and I swore I saw dollar signs flash before my eyes.

There was something else, though. Something ugly that clawed at the front of my chest. I didn’t know what it was, but I’d never felt that way before, especially around Lily and Niall. I took a bite of my sandwich to distract me from it.

“How was the flat?” Niall asked.

I tried not to flinch at the thought of it, but a sour expression must have taken over my face. “It’s fine.”

“Sorry, Rosebud. I know you’re sad about leaving it.”

It was stupid to be getting so worked up over nothing but brick and wood, but I had put my all into making that little apartment feel like home. The canvas art that I had purchased at a little family-owned gallery hung perfectly above the tiny little fire place. Lily’s apartment didn’t have a fireplace for me to hang them over. Then there was the macrame plant holder that I had bought on Etsy that made me smile whenever I woke up to it because the sun from my window was always shining on it when my alarm went off.

It was the first place that had been all mine. I didn’t mind sharing things with Lily, and I didn’t even mind sharing places with Violet. But that apartment had been Rose Fairbrough’s and no one else’s.

It felt like I was losing a part of myself.

Niamh seemed to notice the expression on my face and quickly changed the subject, prattling on about something else to keep the group occupied. I shot her a grateful smile. Freshman-year-me sure got lucky with Niamh as a roommate, and twenty-four-year-old-me was lucky that Niamh still wanted to be my friend. And through Niamh, I had met Pat, who never made me feel like a third-wheel when we all hung out. Though Niall and Lily were my people, Lily was my sister and Niall had been Lily’s best friend first. Niamh and Pat were, like my apartment, my own friends that I had made myself.

“I promised Violet I’d take her home from school and go shopping with her,” Lily said, looking at her phone after we had all finished eating. Her eyes caught mine. “I’m assuming you don’t want to come.”

I think I would rather have thrown myself off a bridge, but I didn’t tell Lily that. “I actually went to coffee with Violet earlier this week, so I’ve filled my quota.”

I felt better about denying this outing with them when Lily’s eyes lit up. “You guys got coffee this week? That’s wonderful!”

“It was fine. No big deal.” I had gotten free coffee out of it and Violet had only talked about the therapist for the first five minutes, so the trip actually hadn’t been as terrible as I had expected.

“That’s a huge deal,” Lily said, smiling widely. “We’ll have to do another sister night soon.”

Niall covered his laugh with a cough when he caught the look on my face.

Lily said her goodbyes, kissing both mine and Niall’s cheeks before she was off. Niamh and Pat only stayed a couple more minutes before they followed behind Lily. That left Niall and I at the table by ourselves, finishing up our lunches.

“What’s on your agenda for the rest of the day?” he asked, giving me a charming smile. He collected our trash and deposited them into the bin, and I strangely watched his legs move as he did so.

“Just hanging at the house. You?”

“Meeting with one of my athletes. He’s got an idea for eco-friendly sport equipment and he wants to run it by me.”

My eyebrows raised. “Wow. That’s incredible.”

“Yeah, I’m excited to hear about it. You need a ride home?”

I nodded and he led me to his car, a modest Toyota that he had bought as soon as he got the job at the college. When I slid into the passenger seat, I noticed something hanging from his rearview mirror.

“Hey! You found it!” I said excitedly, leaning forward and touching the tiny butterfly charm.

“Oh yeah, I did. I put it up there this morning to remind me to give it back to you. I like having it there. Makes me feel like you’re watching out for me when I’m driving.” He gently removed it from his rearview and handed it to me with a smile.

“Thanks. Help me put it on?” I unhooked the clasp and wrapped the two sides around my neck. His fingers on my skin made me shiver, but I filed the reaction away for a time where I could dissect it later.

He didn’t pull his hands away for several moments. I felt his breath on the back of my neck as one of his fingers softly poked at a spot on my flesh. “Hey,” he said softly, “you have a birthmark here. It’s shaped like a tree.”

“You’ve never noticed?” I asked, trying my best to clear my throat. My voice sounded suddenly throaty, like I had something caught in it.

He chuckled, pulling away enough to have me feeling like I could breathe again. “I think I learn something new about you every time I see you, Rosebud. It’s impossible to know all of you.” I felt the car engine rumble as he started the car and pulled away from the curb.

“You know me better than most people do.”

“Yeah?” he asked, reaching out and tapping my knee. I found myself smiling at the gesture. It was so...Niall.

“Yeah.”

And it was true. Niall knew me better than nearly everyone in my life, except Lily. The fact that he knew me better than Violet and my parents was something I held dear to my heart. It was just impossible to not unveil your soul to Niall. He was open and honest and caring. The world needed more people like him.

Too quickly, we were pulling up to the apartment. I wasn’t quite ready to leave, but I knew he had the meeting with his athlete and probably had to get going. “Thanks for finding my necklace.”

“Of course, Rosebud. I know how much it means to you.”

I thought about what he said, about feeling like I was with him when he was driving. Without another second to think about it, I unhooked the rose necklace I had worn to lunch today in my other necklace’s absence. “Here,” I said softly, leaning forward and wrapping it around his rearview mirror. “So I’ll always be with you when you’re driving.”

His finger gently touched the charm, and a slow smile spread across his face. “A rose to help me think of my Rosebud?”

“Always.”

He chuckled, and in a move that surprised me, pulled me over towards him so he could press a kiss to my forehead. “One problem, Rose. I’m always thinking about you. A necklace doesn’t change that.”

#wildflower #wf #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan au #1dff

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sunlithope · 3 years

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Was that [HENRY CAVILL]? Oh no no, that was just [CLARK KENT], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [DC]. They are [THIRTY-TWO] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

How long has your character been here?

Clark’s been in DC for all of two days.

What’s your character’s job?

Clark has a fuzzy memory of accepting a position at the Washington Post as a junior reporter.

Where has your character been pulled from in their fandom?

This version of Clark’s been pulled from his eighth month in Metropolis, his fifth since his debut as Superman. He’s still very new to this whole thing – being a reporter, saving kittens from trees, catching bad guys…

Has any magic affected your character?

The ambient magic has made Clark more distracted and clumsier than usual as he adjusts. While he can leave town to help with worldwide disasters, the further away the stronger the pull back to Washington. An hour helping with an apartment fire in Baltimore and he’ll feel no side effects, but six hours in Yunnan helping to dig a town out of a mudslide and he’ll be weak and nauseous until he spends a few days back in the city.

Other information!

Clark spends the vast majority of his time in the glasses rather than the Suit. If your character has enhanced senses, they might notice that this reporter guy's a little odd (a very slow heartbeat, doesn’t really smell like a human, etc.)

Most of my muse for Clark comes from Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, with some animation thrown in. I’m unfortunately not too familiar with the current goings-on in the TV or comics verses – please be patient as I fill in gaps in my knowledge! I’m totally open to doing pre-established relationships and so on.

There's like a total of 5 gifs of Cavill as Clark with his dang glasses on, so if he's not in the Suit please imagine him with glasses >.>

my mans literally runs on sunshine

Backstory: I'm mostly drawing from the more optimistic movies, TV shows, and animations – there was no mass destruction, no invasion of General Zod – no, Clark caught a falling plane, preventing it from crashing into Metropolis downtown. While public opinion was divided on his appearance, after a solid five months of heroics most have concluded that he’s a force for good (despite Lex Luthor's best efforts). Before coming to Metropolis, Clark graduated from Kansas State and traveled the world for five years, picking up about 120 different languages (he's got a good ear) while scraping together a living writing articles for local papers in whatever countries he visited.

Currently: Clark went to sleep after a long few days of superheroing and woke up as his bus pulled into DC with a briefcase of paperwork for his new job as a cub reporter at the Washington Post (*updated, see below), a splitting headache, and a dead phone. The more he tried to examine his memories, the more confused he got, until he realized he couldn't hear his mom's heartbeat anymore and flew out to Kansas the first chance he got. Smallville is missing. And for that matter, Metropolis, Gotham, Center City, and the rest. He’s worried, but determined to get to the bottom of this.

Update post plot drop: Once the Daily Planet building appeared in Washington, Clark got his first migraine and then went to talk to the editors. He’s back at the Planet, but since the paper’s short staffed - some people didn’t come with the switch - he’s taken on essentially whatever the editors need, and his work is appearing with increasing frequency.

{ooc: clara, 26, EST, she/they}

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ourplaceinthecosmosphff · 4 years

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Chapter 14. Something Old, Something New

'i can't exactly describe how i feel but it's not quite right and it leaves me cold’ F. Scott Fitzgerald

He touched my waist.

It’s hard to imagine things would have turned out differently if he hadn’t, but in reviewing the events of that night, that was the first moment I knew I couldn’t ignore it anymore. ‘It’ being the astonishingly big shadow in the corner of my eye line that I had been pretending wasn’t there for the past five months, a shadow uniquely shaped like a tall, ginger, British man. For five months, I had successfully ignored a lot, Harry included, but the moment he touched my waist all my efforts were drained.

“Marie.” He said, as soon as I turned back to apologize when our arms collided reaching over the same general direction in the table with the seating chart.

“Harry. Hi.” I replied, feeling awe-struck.

We froze in place like that, standing before a table with folded, named cards, him behind me, trying to figure out where to go next. All I could think was that he was still calling me ‘Marie’, my name, but with an English accent. Like ‘Mary’, but slightly French. Like us, but also not.

“Excuse me?” Someone called to my left.

We startled, and I quickly picked the card with my name, and the one with his I now saw right next to it, so we could both move out of the way. Then, imperceptibly if not for the way my heart jumped in my chest, his hand cupped the curve of my waist as he pulled me away from the crowd forming around the table.

I still looked down as I followed him, feeling my skin warm and my conscience heavy, until the doors to the reception where I had told Stella I would wait for her. Harry right behind me. He put his hands in his pockets.

We stared at each other, then quickly looked away. The awkwardness could kill me, and yet, all I wanted was to look at him. So, telling myself this is a normal conversation, I took in a deep breath.

“It’s good to see-”

“So, how have you-?”

We spoke at the same time, immediately stopping when we the other did, and looking down in embarrassment. I couldn’t help but giggle, feeling my cheeks warm, but wanting to cry at how easy it had been to talk before. How had we ever talked before? Had it really been easy once?

“It’s good to see you, too.” He said, and I looked up, relieved to see his cheeks were reddened too.

I sighed. “I’m good. How are you?”

He smiled, and shrugged, non-committal. “The same.”

I nodded, appreciative of his honesty.

“You?”

I looked down at my hands, and confessed, thinking back to the past few months. “I’m not that great, actually.”

He was quiet, so I forced myself to look back at him. He was looking back, intensely. His lips half-smiled, and he nodded once, understanding. I knew he did, but at once I was overwhelmed with gratitude. Just two seconds, and it was already the most honest conversation I had had in five months.

Suddenly, inexplicably, I wanted to cry, so instead I looked at my hands again. One of my cards said ‘Harry Windsor’, so I handed it to him.

“Oh, thanks.” He said, opening it up. “Table fourteen. You?”

Gulping, I looked at my card. “Fourteen.” It said. Of course.

“Nice.” He smiled. “We can catch up.”

I hoped he couldn’t tell how uncomfortable the idea of catching up made me. How… guilty and trapped it made me feel. I suddenly felt as guilty as when I had stopped texting him when Louis was first taken to the hospital, like I had done something wrong not talking to him in months even though he hadn’t reached out, either. Even though the last time we spoke he had witnessed me in a mental breakdown bigger than any other I had ever had. Even though I had then tried to kiss him and gotten angry when he pulled back, even though we were at a funeral. For my brother.

Just as I was feeling my cheeks redden even more, and trying to think of a way to have a normal conversation, I felt someone else’s hands in my waist – the effect humongously different.

“Hey, did you get your place card? We’re not on the same table as the guys, can you believe it?” Christopher looked at the mimosa in my hand, “Where did you get a drink?”

“Over there.” I answered, taking in a deep breath, and preparing for a very awkward introduction.

“You didn’t get me one?” he complained, to which I didn’t know what to say.

“Here.” I gave him my glass, which he held, and took a sip.

“Chris, this is –” I started, just as a friend of ours approached, and Christopher turned around to shake his hand.

I exchanged a look with Harry. Embarrassed, I tried to give him an apologetic smile, but he didn’t return it. This, too, felt like the most honest interaction I had in months.

“Mags was just saying that!” Christopher said, passing an arm around my shoulders now and turning me towards Kent, a friend of ours from France, who had gone to School with him.

“Margueritte, there you are!” Kent said, approaching to kiss my cheeks. “We were just saying that we need to schedule a big reunion for the gang, what do you think?”

“Yes, we do!” I smiled. “I feel like I haven’t seen anyone in years.”

He laughed, and leaned in to say his next words in a conspiratorial tone. “We gotta do it before you two are crowned, or you won’t have time for us peasants anymore!”

We laughed; Christopher sheepishly, a grin he tried to cover scratching his chin, tightening his grip around my waist. Kent fully, joyfully. Me, awkwardly, staring at the floor.

I decided I should introduce Harry now, who was still standing next to us. It was, I decided, as good a subject change as any.

“Did you see Bronn inside?” Kent asked us, but looking pointedly at Christopher. “His father is trying to get him to run for office.”

Christopher rolled his eyes. “Of course he is, why else would he have gone to Oxford? He always hated school.” They laughed. “Let’s go say hi.”

He turned to me, kissed my cheek quickly, and gave me his place card. “Meet you at our table, Maggie. Get me a drink if you see a waiter?”

They left. I bit my lip, fidgeting with my handbag and cards, before looking up at him, and getting the wind knocked out of me as I once again realized he was already looking at me.

Christopher was nice, he was the picture of politeness and manners; he likely just didn’t see Harry. It was a crowded room. I tried to think of an excuse to give him, but they all felt… superficial.

“So.” I started. “What–?” “He didn’t have mimosas.” Stella said, joining us, two wine glasses in hand. “So I got two wines out of spite – what are you–?” I got one of the glasses and started drinking. “Stella, this is Harry.” He offered her a polite smile. “Hello.” “Oh, of course! From the… tour, right?” She looked at me. “Yes, feels like a long time ago.” “How’s Cressida?” She asked; Harry’s smile faltered. “I’ve met her a couple of times, our parents know each other, I think. They’ve mentioned you.” She explained. “Oh. She’s– she’s good. She’s good.” There was a silent pause during which I tried to squash the desire to ask. Instead, I said, “We should go sit.” Stella looked at the cards in my hand. “Sure. What table are we in?”

As we moved into the reception room, Harry fell out of step with us when someone stopped him to say hello. I waited until we were seated to, as casually as I could, ask Stella:

“Who’s Cressida?” “What? Oh, daughter of some friends of my mother. I don’t know a lot about her, actually. Aristocratic, well raised, good schools, you know the deal.” “Why were you asking Harry about her?” “She’s his girlfriend.” She said, inexplicably knocking the wind out of me, “You should have heard the way they talked about it when her mom called to tell mine. They’re so pleased with themselves.” “Ha.” I gulped, feeling slightly nauseated. “You know how it is.” Stella continued, oblivious. “For aristocratic families the goal is to marry their children to other old money, aristocratic families, the higher the title the better. An actual royal is the holy grail.” I drank more wine, wincing. I looked at her, feeling embarrassed to even ask, but incapable of not doing so. “Do people think like that about me?” She smiled. “Of course, angel. Look at you. Pretty face, fancy degree, Queen-to-be… The entire country, dare I say, the world is holding their breaths for who’ll be the chosen one to claim you.” She laughed, rolling her eyes. I forced myself to mimic. “They can’t wait to call him Prince Christopher.” I laughed, a little harder at this.

Stella and I had flown to northern England that morning to watch our friend Clara marry her English boyfriend in a traditional, small ceremony in a quaint country chapel covered in greenery, wearing the small tiara that had been in her family for generations, contrasting with the modern, elegant, flowy dress she had helped design. Clara, Savoyen-born, had never told me she - or her boyfriend - knew British royalty, but it wasn’t a shock. It’s a small world, when you’re royal. It made total sense, if I thought about it. I should have known better. I should have made an excuse. People already didn’t expect me to go, after all; It was the first social event I attended after Louis’ death other than Christmas and New Year’s.

“Margueritte!” Aayla approached us, smiling. “I’m so happy to see you!”

I got to my feet, and caught up with her, and then with another friend who approached after her. Smiling, but not too much. My new secretary, Auguste, had made the directions for this wedding very clear. Other than going to quit my job and meeting friends very privately for dinner a couple of times, this was my first time in an actual social event. Other than this, I had spent all of my time helping my mother work through her deep grief by finding and organizing old photos of Louis, deciding what to do with his furniture and items, and the basic upkeep of the palaces, frequently helping her staff deal with work issues related to her charity initiatives seeing as she was still too unfocused to do so.

So Auguste was worried that my ‘come back’ would be an attendance in a high society event. I had to actually insist to him and my father’s advisors that I wanted to come -- even though half of me wanted nothing more than to stay home.

So projecting the right image was important. It was why I was wearing a muted green dress, as well. Long sleeves, flats, and hair up. Conservative. Traditional. No heels. Louis would have hated it.

Time and time again I repeated my lines: I am doing okay. Not good, not great. Can’t have people thinking I’m doing too good. Thank you for your condolences. Of course I’ll let you know if there’s anything you can do for us. Right now we’re just taking it one day at a time. Thank you for your condolences. I’m glad you think my eulogy was beautiful. Thank you for your condolences. Yes, it was very touching how the entire world came together to mourn him. Thank you for your condolences. No, I’m not terrified at the prospect of being queen. No, I’m not excited I’m Crown Princess now. No, I don’t think I was meant to rule. Sure, God knows what He’s doing. Thank you for your condo–

As I repeated the lines I had been told to, I took this time to remind myself of the following things: There's no reason why I shouldn’t be here. It’s Clara’s wedding day and she’s my friend. It’s been five months and there’s nothing that staying home could do to bring my brother back. The press will say it’s weird that I’m enjoying myself no matter how long I wait to go back to my life. And it’s not like I’m so busy at home.

Eventually, I found myself sitting again.

To my right, Christopher looked handsome in his three piece suit. He kept his arm around my shoulders, looking around to raise a hand as a greeting to friends passing by. To my left, Stella was leaning forward to talk to our friend Gabrielle, who was sitting across from her. To Stella’s left, sat Harry.

Too close, but too far all at once.

"Speaking of true love, how's Ricky?" Gabrielle asked.

Sighing, Stella got to her feet, and walked around the table to crouch next to her, likely to start the long story of her latest break up with on-again, off-again boyfriend Richard.

"Please, take my seat." Harry said.

I watched it, almost in slow motion, Harry move to Stella's seat so she could take his to talk to Gabrielle. She thanked him profusely, and we exchanged a small smile when our arms brushed against each other as he sat. Chris chose this time to lean over me and offer his hand to him in an introduction, accompanied by what I knew as his cover-page smile.

"Hi, Christopher Ratté," he said, shaking Harry's hand in front of my face as I leaned back, eyes focused on the table, "I don’t think we’ve been introduced, and this is my girlfriend, Crown Princess Marie-Margueritte of Savoy." I looked at him, wide-eyed, mouth agape, blushing. "I'm not-- I'm-- just-- Margueritte, it's--it's fine!" "Right, of course," Chris laughed, casually. To me, he fake-whispered, "I'm still not used to the new title." "Ha." I smiled, awkwardly. Harry smiled politely, looking at me. "I actually already know Marie." I nodded. "Yep." "Oh? From the funeral?" Chris asked, too casually. "Or is there a royalty-only group chat I don't know about?" he laughed. Harry and I exchanged an awkward smile. "I-- I met Harry on my last royal tour of England, with my father last year?" He looked confused, “When were you in England?” My polite smile was the one that faltered now. "We– we were broken up." "Ah. Right.“ To Harry, he said, ”So, are you a friend of the bride or the groom?“ ”Groom. He and I went to school together. You?“ ”Clara and I were on boarding school together.“ I told him. ”And I know Clara through Mags.“ Chris said. ”Although we also have a lot of mutual friends. She dated my friend Tanner when we were teenagers, but you know how those things always end up…“

Chris went on, but though Harry was still turned to our direction, his eyes were decidedly on me. Breathlessly, I wondered if he was thinking back to the State Dinner when I had told him about my one year in school in Savoy, and about how the girls didn’t like me, and I eventually convinced my parents to let me study abroad. I wished I could have explained Clara was one of the good ones, someone I already knew because our families were friends when we started school. I wished I could have explained that she had been a year ahead of me, so knowing her didn’t save me at the time. But then again, there was a lot I wish I could say to him.

The waiters appeared as if out of thin air, laying in front of us small plates with three small entrées each. “Prosciutto-Wrapped Persimmons With Goat Cheese”, they told us.

“What are persimmons?” Harry leaned in to ask, making me giggle.

“Fruit.” I told him. “It’s sweet. It’s good.”

Chris snapped his fingers to call the attention of a waiter before he left. “Hey, champ. Could you bring me some Cabernet and-- is your wine done? Some Sauvignon Blanc, too. Thanks!”

“I’m-- I’m good--” I interjected, but the waiter was gone. I bit my lower lip, anxiously.

“I keep telling you, it’s not wrong to ask for things.” Chris said, laying a quick kiss on my cheek.

A lady, sitting to Christopher’s other side, looked at us. “So how do you folks know Clara and John?”

“Friends in common, and my girlfriend went to school with Clara.” He replied, pointing at me. “Christopher Ratté, and--”

“Margueritte.” I interjected, forcefully, my skin crawling at the thought of him introducing me with my title again.

The woman, Jasmin, introduced herself as a family friend of John’s, before launching into a story about how her estate in Surrey neighboured John’s family’s estate and how their parents started sharing costs for the upkeep of something or other and that’s how the two families developed such a strong friendship. I tried to focus on it as much as I could, but really Christopher was more interested in the ins and outs of it more than me, so eventually I stopped pretending and turned to Harry.

“So what have you been up to?” I asked.

He smiled, finished chewing his entrée, and looked at me. “I tracked in the South Pole in December.”

I didn’t attempt to hide my surprise. “Well, you’ve been burying the lead. Tell me more.”

“It’s not as impressive as it sounds. It was just a part of the full trek, in support for Walking with the Wounded… it’s an organization that works with disabled veterans.”

“That’s still incredible. It must have been… horribly challenging.”

“It was amazing. And grueling. And awful. All at once.” We exchanged a smile; one long enough to make me slightly dizzy as I lost myself into his blue eyes. “And you? How-- how have you been?”

“Working with my mother, mostly.” I answered, fast enough not to fall to temptation to be too honest. “Helping her figure out ways to memorialize my brother for future generations, and do the upkeep of her own work.”

I took a sip of my new wine glass, which the waiter had only just brought. It was weird; something important had happened on the three days Harry and I had spent together. Something big enough that made me feel that saying even a well intentioned half-truth was lying. Something big enough that made a lie feel like betrayal. Why? That was the only way I had answered that question -- to anyone. Even Stella, Constance, Sophie, Larissa. Even Lourdes, Natalie, Catarina. Even Christopher. It was just… the truth, only in a light way. Why did it feel so uncomfortable not to tell him every feeling I’d had in the past five months?

The waiters came back, this time delivering a salad with fresh greens and bell peppers enveloped by cucumbers, a selection of roasted vegetables and a side of garlic crostini. I started to eat to avoid talking any more about my own life, because, in truth, I felt I had done nothing in the past five months.

What was worse, the press seemed to know it. Just when the world media decided to show an interest in the Savoy Royal family -- there seemed to be more stories than ever about us in outlets that had never seemed to know who we were --, all signs pointed to some sort of leak problem in the Palace. The stories Louis’ last months of life were particularly brutal, they mentioned his classes, they interviewed ‘anonymous’ sources that claimed to have studied with him, know him, dated him. They started interviewing friends of Louis’ only ex-girlfriend, whom they claimed had ‘always known they were going to get back together eventually’, and was ‘preparing mentally to be Queen one day’. When the palace staff reached out, she swore she hadn’t spoken to anyone. She started being followed by paparazzi and it became such a dangerous situation, my father was trying to get approval from the King’s Council to dispatch a security officer to stay with her until this attention blew over.

On my end, there were stories claiming I had ‘abandoned important projects at work’, and left a number of my co-workers ‘having to work overtime to finalize work I had left unfinished’. It wasn’t… untrue. Of course I had left things undone, I was forced to quit very suddenly. But I had left very detailed and specific notes and made all of my work available for whomever was given my projects. Additionally, this was concerning because my former-firm had a very strict NDA code. Lawyers weren’t allowed to mention any part of our work, even petty office gossip, due to our bosses’ very strict attorney-client privilege contracts. Which meant that either someone from the firm was risking having to pay a lot of money and being disbarred or someone who knew me, someone I was close enough to to have told all of this detail to, had decided to break my confidence for some easy money or just to have an in with some media person. Either option was terrifyingly disheartening.

By Harry’s side, Stella threw her arms up and sighed as she slumped in her chair. "I know!" She told Gabrielle, dramatically.

Harry and I exchanged a smile, and he gave me a funny look. "She seems nice.”

"She is."

"How long have you known each other?"

"Oh." I sighed. “It would be easier to count every star in the sky than to figure out the first time we met.”

He grinned. “That long?”

In a different time, he would have preceded that question with ‘truth or dare?’. But just as it happened at a different time, it was still as easy to talk to him as it had ever been, and it made my heart ache all the more. His eyes, as he continued to stare me down, were still full of a yearning that made my skin warm and my breath rare.

I took another sip of wine. “So, Cressida.” I said, before I could stop myself. Harry’s eyes widened. “Stella said she’s nice.”

He nodded. “She is.”

“How have you met?”

“Cressida?” I nodded. “Mutual friends.”

“...what does she-- do? For a living?”

“She’s just finishing school. Theater.”

I smiled. Of course, he’s dating someone with one of the few careers you can’t have in order to be a royal. Of course he would go for someone who just as much as him wants a completely different life from the one we were raised in. Someone who, unlike me, has a choice on the matter.

I closed my hands tightly in fists in my lap, reminding myself I had a boyfriend. Whom I love. The waiters showed up to remove our plates. I leaned in to Christopher and hooked my arm with his, laying my head in his shoulder. He intertwined our fingers together, and I made a point to lean in to kiss his cheek, breathing in deeply, eyes closed, reminding myself of a few things.

One: Christopher always smelled of fresh roses after he showered, and his hair always looked perfectly in place even when he got so busy with work he couldn't get a haircut in months. Two: At a party when I was sixteen, Christopher punched a guy who made fun of me for wearing a Guns N' Roses t-shirt while being unable to name more than one of their songs. Three: Christopher was a really nice kisser. Four: Christopher was thoughtful, having refused to start a serious relationship with me until after we had both graduated secondary school because he was afraid it was too soon.

He was a good boyfriend, and I spent the better part of the last decade in love with him.

After the main course, Clara’s father took to the microphone and the speeches started. As we listened, I used the time to remind myself of another few things:

Five: He once drove to Harvard to surprise me and the girls on my Political Research lecture saw us together and the following week they all came to compliment me on my hot boyfriend. Six: Christopher wasn't even upset I adopted a dog without asking him when we were living together in New York after graduation. Seven: After dinners or nights out, Christopher always offered to give our friends who didn't have a car a ride home so they didn't have to pay for ubers.

I was shaken off my daze when the room started applauding; Clara got to her feet from the main table in the front and hugged her father. Her brother then took to the microphone and started his speech.

"Her dad reminds me of yours." Christopher said in my ear, "That's totally the type of speech he'll do when we get married."

Leaning back to look at him, I found no hesitation, no teasing smile about to break in. He looked calm as he watched Clara's brother introduce himself.

I looked back at Stella, reminded now of a conversation we'd had once when Constance and I were desperately trying to convince her Rick simply wasn't as committed to her as she seemed to think he was. 'You're planning your wedding in your head, but we know for a fact Rick thinks getting married is a death sentence! He jokes about it all the time! Why would you want to marry him?!', Constance told her, aggravated. Stella looked at me, instead, and asked: 'Well, they're men. They just don't think about it. Does Christopher ever talk about marriage?'

The answer was no. We had dated for eight years, ignoring the couple of months we were broken up after he graduated University, and the last break up the past year. In all that time, I had always wanted to marry him. As a teenager, it was easy to dismiss this. I was a kid. What did I know? But in University, or after? Even then, whenever I made a reference to our future, he would shrug, overly casual, and say, 'Who knows what will happen? We have time'. But he now seemed to have… grown. Changed.

"I'm sure most of you know the maid of honor is a role traditionally filled by the closest female friend of the bride... But my sister has never been one to do what's expected of her." Clara's brother was saying, smiling sweetly at her. “So, I’m Clark, I’m Clara’s younger brother, and I’m her maid of honor. Clara and I have known each other since June 18th, 1992--” the room laughed, making him smile. “The best day of her life… but today is a close second.”

From the main table, Clara rolled her eyes, laughing.

“Clara was the one who took me to my first University party…” there was a loud appreciative murmur around the room, and a few more laughs. “There, I got a glimpse of what life would be like outside of mom and dad’s house… I’ll be honest, it was pretty great.”

As people laughed again, I was hit by an unforgiving old memory. Me, 20-years-old, Harvard. Louis, 17, coming to spend a long weekend to tour the school, decide if he wants to apply. My friend Kat dragging us to Kappa Sigma’s year end party. Louis, the social butterfly, making friends with everyone, becoming instantly known as ‘British dude’, because Americans could never place the Savoyen accent. Chanting it loudly to cheer for him during beer pong. Jumping on the pool. Teaching him what a beer pong was. Holding his head above a toilet as he puked. Trying to get him to look normal so our security didn’t tell our parents anything too problematic. Laughing about it the next day as we vowed never to tell anyone.

My heart ached.

“The first time I saw John was when Clara sent me a screenshot of his Tinder profile…”

From the front, the bride’s brother was still doing his speech, getting laughs from the room.

“He looked good.” He shrugged, jokingly. “My sister texted me, ‘I’m gonna marry this guy’. I wrote back, ‘sure Clara, whatever’. But sure enough, three months later there was John on our family vacation to Cancun.” Beside him, Clara and John exchanged a sweet look. “On the first night we were on the bar together and he slid a ten pound bill across the bar, at an all-inclusive resort, and said, ‘two Jack and coke and keep’em coming’. I don’t remember much after that, but I do remember thinking he and Clara were perfect together.”

There was murmur of appreciation, just as another memory came back to haunt me. One I’d been trying to suppress since Christmas. It was a mix, really, of little moments. Ever since I found the playlist Louis had intended on gifting me for Christmas, I had turned off his phone and refused to turn it on again. I hid his notebook in a box for safe keeping and refused to look at it. I could hear his voice on every word in it, and it his voice seemed to be trying to tell me things that hurt too much to hear – and I had enough of that from everywhere else. The press was saying that I wasn’t a hard worker, that I couldn’t handle my new role, quoting insiders from the government who believed it too, and I had no reason to believe my father felt any differently seeing as he refused to treat me like an adult.

It was easier to shut everyone off. It was easier to just carry his phone with me, feel him close when I needed it, but refuse to look too hard inward. But when Clara’s brother spoke, it was hard not to. It was impossible not to think of him, particularly after Chris’ comment about what my father might say at our wedding, it was impossible not to wonder… what would Louis have said?

“I need to use the bathroom.” I told Christopher. He looked at me, smiled and removed his arm from mine.

I locked eyes with Harry as I delicately pushed my chair back, and looked down quickly. I walked out of the reception room staring at the floor, almost holding my breath until I was in the hallway.

The reception was taking place at an old Manor home, a few hundred years old. There were no ‘ladies’ bathroom, rather just normal home bathrooms. There were a couple of waiters near the one nearest to the reception room, so I turned the other way and walked until I found another. Instead of going in, however, I just walked to the velvet lined chairs on the other side of the hall and sat down, heavily. My head hit the wall with a thud as I relaxed my body and tried to breath in deeply, slowly, trying to keep the tears at bay. But the memories kept coming.

The one I couldn’t shut off was happened one day after Christopher had broken up with me the year before. I had just gotten home from work late, and started my usual routine: let my bags on the floor near the door, kicked off my shoes, put my hair up in a tight bun, remove my blazer and jewelry, and throw myself on the sofa for a few minutes before becoming a person again. This time, the phone ringed, and it was Louis. Mom had just told him about the break up, and he wanted to talk, to check in. ‘I’m okay’, I told him. ‘That’s not your okay voice’, he returned. We talked for a while. He let me vent about my frustrations over Chris, about not seeing this coming, about us having been fine all this time, about us having dealt with bigger distances than our current ‘long distance’. Louis let me rant, and then he sighed, asked if I wanted his opinion, and didn’t wait for my answer before he started speaking:

‘Honestly, Maggie, I don’t think he broke up with you because of the distance. I don’t think he really cares about the press harassment and all the negative sides of dating a royal, either, because he’s had enough time to break up with you over this and he never has. I think it’s much simpler. I think Christopher just doesn’t know how great and out of his league you truly are. I don’t think he values you for the things that make you amazing. I think the things that make you amazing are why he is breaking up with you. I think he might not realize it, but he doesn’t know how to handle dating someone who is so clearly so much better than him at everything. And honestly? He’s had enough time to deal with that. If he can’t crack it, that’s his problem. You deserve better.’

I wondered, again, what Louis would have said in his speech at my wedding. What tales would he have relayed about meeting Christopher for the first time? Finding out we were dating for the first time? Hearing we had broken up for the first time? And second time? Would he have said we were perfect for each other? ‘Chris didn’t deserve you. You know that, right?’, his voice rang in my ears.

I hadn’t been there long when I heard:

“Hey.”

I sat up, quickly, my breath caught in my throat. Harry walked over slowly, and sat down by my side.

“You okay?”

I considered how to answer. He wouldn’t have told anyone if I told the truth. He would have understood if I lied. He was just like that, somehow I just knew that. Instead what I went with was,

“Every time I think I’m back to normal… every time I think I’m okay again… it’s like something will always happen and a memory will hit me like a brick… and I’m right back to the funeral.”

He gulped, sighed, and finally laid his head back like me. “I know what you mean.”

“I want to cry about the most ridiculous things.” I confessed. “I want to scream about the silliest things… I feel so… irrationally angry all the time.”

From teary eyes, I thought I saw his head move as he nodded. “Yeah. I know that, too. A bit too much.”

It felt… so unbelievably freeing to hear that. To know I wasn’t going insane with pain.

“I thought I was being stupid, thinking I shouldn’t have come. It’s been so long. And I can’t stay home forever, right? But the moment her brother started speaking I couldn’t help but remember that Louis won’t be at my wedding.”

Harry looked at me; brows worried, lips pale as he pressed them together. He seemed to reconsider for only a second too long before reaching over and grabbing hold of my hand, which had been holding my clutch, and holding it in his, our arms resting delicately in my lap.

His hand was so much bigger than mine, particularly after losing some weight over the last few months. It was rough, muscly, warm. It made me feel warm, too. It didn’t just make me want to cry more; it made me feel I should, it felt like being given a gift. Like a blessing.

“It’s easy wanting to be okay again.” He said. “But the road to okay after something like this happens… it’s long. Too long. It’s okay to take time to not be okay. There’s no… schedule. It’s not a race. The only way out of the bad is through it. You can’t get to okay if you don’t just… walk the road first. Does that make sense?”

We looked at each other; it was in this moment I realized how close he was to me. Had his eyes always been this warm? My heart had the answer ready.

“The only way out is through.” I repeated, making his lips flex up in a soft, gentle smile.

When I smiled in response, my own small, barely-there smile, even through tears, it felt like sunshine was hitting the dark corners of my soul for the first time in years.

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The Real 2020 Season: Week 12

Welcome back to The Real 2020 Season! We’re imagining how things would have gone in the 2020 football season if COVID hadn’t ruined everything.

Check out the previous weeks here if you’d like a bit of context: Week 0, Week 1, Week 2, Week 3, Week 4, Week 5, Week 6, Week 7, Week 8, Week 9, Week 10, Week 11

The Rankings

Week 12 College Football Playoff Rankings

1. Alabama 10-0 (6-0) 2. Notre Dame 10-0 3. Texas A&M 10-0 (6-0) 4. Florida 9-1 (7-1) 5. Oregon 9-1 (6-1) 6. Ohio State 9-1 (7-0) 7. Clemson 9-1 (7-0) 8. Georgia 8-2 (5-2) 9. Indiana 9-1 (6-1) 10. Iowa State 8-2 (6-1) 11. Cincinnati 10-0 (6-0) 12. Oklahoma 8-2 (5-2) 13. Oklahoma State 8-2 (5-2) 14. Texas 8-2 (5-2) 15. Auburn 8-2 (4-2) 16. Northwestern 8-2 (5-2) 17. Iowa 8-2 (5-2) 18. Tulsa 8-2 (5-1) 19. LSU 7-3 (4-2) 20. UCF 8-2 (4-2) 21. Coastal Carolina 10-0 (6-0) 22. Liberty 10-0 23. Wisconsin 7-3 (5-2) 24. USC 7-3 (6-2) 25. North Carolina 7-3 (5-1)

The Narrative

Last week, the Big 12 had their own week of agony the same way that the Big Ten did in the first two weeks of the season. Removing Texas and Oklahoma from the Playoff picture effectively closes the book on the conference for the season. The Big Ten *might* still get #6 Ohio State into the Playoff but things are complicated. The SEC will have at least one bid, potentially two depending on how things shake out between #1 Alabama, #3 Texas A&M, and #4 Florida. #2 Notre Dame has probably punched their ticket already. Fighting with OSU is #5 Oregon and #7 Clemson, the other remaining serious contenders.

The Games

It’s the second to last week of the regular season so you know there are some big games. Let’s see how things shook out.

Winning teams are highlighted in bold.

#11 Cincinnati at #20 UCF East Carolina at Temple Houston at SMU UT Martin at Memphis Navy at South Florida Tulane at #18 Tulsa #25 North Carolina at Boston College #7 Clemson at Wake Forest Florida State at Syracuse Louisville at #2 Notre Dame #22 Liberty at NC State Virginia Tech at Duke Miami FL at Georgia Tech Pittsburgh at Virginia Baylor at West Virginia #10 Iowa State at #14 Texas Kansas at #12 Oklahoma #13 Oklahoma State at Kansas State Texas Tech at TCU #9 Indiana at Michigan Maryland at Penn State Rutgers at Michigan State #6 Ohio State at Illinois #17 Iowa at Purdue #16 Northwestern at Minnesota Nebraska at #23 Wisconsin Charlotte at Marshall Old Dominion at Florida Atlantic FIU at Western Kentucky Middle Tennessee at Connecticut Louisiana Tech at Vanderbilt Rice at North Texas UTSA at Southern Miss UAB at UTEP Western Michigan at Akron Bowling Green at Eastern Michigan Buffalo at Ohio Kent State at Miami OH Ball State at Central Michigan Toledo at Northern Illinois New Mexico at Air Force Boise State at Wyoming Utah State at Colorado State San Diego State at Fresno State Hawaii at San Jose State Stanford at California #5 Oregon at Washington State Arizona at Oregon State Colorado at Washington Utah at Arizona State #24 USC at UCLA New Mexico State at #4 Florida #8 Georgia at Kentucky Louisiana at Missouri Wofford at South Carolina Troy at Tennessee #3 Texas A&M at #1 Alabama Louisiana-Monroe at Arkansas #19 LSU at #15 Auburn Alabama A&M at Mississippi State Georgia Southern at Ole Miss Appalachian State at #21 Coastal Carolina Georgia State at South Alabama Arkansas State at Texas State Army at Massachusetts North Alabama at BYU

The SEC West was finally decided in the titanic clash between #1 Alabama and #3 Texas A&M. At least, that’s what was supposed to happen. Instead the Crimson Tide ran the Aggies out the building. It was a crushing defeat by four touchdowns, even calling into question A&M’s claim to an at-large bid in the Playoff. Time will tell if Texas A&M can stake that claim, but they’ve dug themselves in a hole with this defeat. #1 Alabama now plays #4 Florida in the SEC title game to decide the SEC Champion’s virtual auto-bid in the Playoff. The field wasn’t complicated much otherwise. #2 Notre Dame took care of business against Louisville and #5 Oregon stomped on Washington State. The Ducks now likely take up the 4th spot as A&M will likely be busted down a few pegs.

#6 Ohio State rolled Illinois to keep their outside bid for the Playoff alive. #7 Clemson won as well, overwhelming Wake Forest in Winston-Salem. #25 North Carolina kept their push on the ACC Coastal with a road win over Boston College. While the Big Ten East conformed to the Vegas odds, the Big Ten West’s leading teams suffered crippling losses as #16 Northwestern and #17 Iowa lost to supposedly weaker division foes. #10 Iowa State overcame #14 Texas in Austin to keep their advantage in the Big 12. The Cyclones are only a few wins away from their first conference title in over 100 years. In the SEC, #15 Auburn stomped on #19 LSU, leading some to reevaluate just how good the defending champions really are. Especially as people start reevaluating Texas.

#11 Cincinnati edged out #20 UCF to further solidify their grip on the G5′s NY6 spot. #21 Coastal Carolina blew past usual division champion Appalachian State. The Chanticleers are having a hell of a season but it may not even amount to a major bowl if the Bearcats go undefeated.

The Standings

The Big Picture

We’re rapidly approaching the end of the division and conference races. #1 Alabama will meet #4 Florida in the SEC Championship Game, likely deciding the first seed in the Playoff. #2 Notre Dame has their ticket punched assuming they can beat #24 USC in the season finale, and even if they somehow don’t win they’ll still be in the conversation as a 1-loss team. #5 Oregon is eagerly eyeing the standings, hoping to have leapt #3 Texas A&M following the Aggies’ bad loss. #6 Ohio State and #7 Clemson are also happy to be moving up the pecking order with anxious glances at the 4th seed following the SEC Championship Game.

#14 Texas is now out of the running for the Big 12 Championship Game. #10 Iowa State will face either #12 Oklahoma or #13 Oklahoma State in two weeks. #24 USC has the PAC-12 South sewn up. The Trojans will meet the Ducks in Santa Clara in two weeks with revenge on their minds. With both #16 Northwestern and #17 Iowa losing, #23 Wisconsin has taken the lead in the Big Ten West race for the first time since losing to Indiana in Week 1. The Badgers will have to beat the Hawkeyes next week to clinch the division. #25 North Carolina remains in control of the ACC Coastal. The Tar Heels will have to beat their similarly surging rivals NC State in order to face #7 Clemson in the ACC Championship Game.

The G5 race goes through #11 Cincinnati. The Bearcats once again clung on to their perfect season after scraping by #20 UCF. Of course, Cincinnati will have to face one of their conference rivals once more in the American CG. The rest of the G5 really doesn’t have a shot to profit off the chaos except for #21 Coastal Carolina. The Chanticleers may sneak in if the Bearcats are upset by a 3 loss team, but even if it’s 2 loss Tulsa I have a hard time imagining that they’ll give the NY6 spot to CCU.

The New Rankings

Week 13 College Football Playoff Rankings

1. Alabama 11-0 (7-0) 2. Notre Dame 11-0 3. Florida 10-1 (7-1) 4. Oregon 10-1 (7-1) 5. Ohio State 10-1 (8-0) 6. Clemson 10-1 (8-0) 7. Texas A&M 10-1 (6-1) 8. Iowa State 9-2 (7-1) 9. Georgia 9-2 (6-2) 10. Cincinnati 11-0 (7-0) 11. Indiana 10-1 (7-1) 12. Oklahoma 9-2 (6-2) 13. Oklahoma State 9-2 (6-2) 14. Auburn 9-2 (5-2) 15. USC 8-3 (7-2) 16. Wisconsin 8-3 (6-2) 17. Tulsa 9-2 (6-1) 18. Stanford 8-3 (7-2) 19. Texas 8-3 (5-3) 20. Coastal Carolina 11-0 (7-0) 21. Arizona State 8-3 (5-3) 22. Northwestern 8-3 (5-3) 23. North Carolina 8-3 (6-1) 24. BYU 9-2 25. Iowa 8-3 (5-3)

#4 Oregon is on the cusp on returning to the Playoff for the first time since 2014. If the Ducks can finish strong it’ll be the PAC-12′s first bid since 2016. #5 Ohio State is hoping that #1 Alabama beats #3 Florida badly enough for the Buckeyes to leap over them. #6 Clemson is likely on the outside looking in, they’ll have to hope for a bit more chaos to make the Playoff.

Next up is rivalry week! All of the division races culminate here!

#college football #Alabama Crimson Tide #Notre Dame Fighting Irish #Florida Gators #Oregon Ducks #Ohio State Buckeyes #Clemson Tigers #Texas A&M Aggies #Iowa State Cyclones #Georgia Bulldogs #Cincinnati Bearcats #NC State Wolfpack #Purdue Boilermakers #Minnesota Golden Gophers #Auburn Tigers

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dccomicsimagines · 5 years

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Masterlist - Updated 11/2/18

Young Justice Imagines

Kaldur

Learning to Float

Medicine

Everything is Going to be Okay - Part One

Everything is Going to be Okay - Part Two

Not Good Enough

Alone - Part One

Alone - Part Two

An Order to Regret

First Time

Swimming By

Betrayal

Jealous on Christmas

Sick

The Presence of a Demigod

“Borrowed” Lasso - NSFW

Bart Allen

Insecurity

Out of Nowhere - Part One

Out of Nowhere - Part Two

Weighing You Down

Love is Confusing - Part One

Love is Confusing - Part Two

Some People are Just Bad

First Valentine’s Day

First Time

You’re Expecting What?

Couple Costume

Sugar High

Helpful Advice

Preventing the Fall

Superboy

Words Unsaid

Your Choice

Snuggling War - Part One

Snuggling War - Part Two

At First Sight

Staying Over

A Funny Feeling - Part One

A Funny Feeling - Part Two

Attention Grabbing

Helping Others

I Almost Lost You

Paint Lesson

Dick Grayson as Robin

Show Off - Part One

Show Off - Part Two

What You Don’t Know

Being Best Friends with Dick Grayson Would Include…

First Time

Alternative

Joker’s Daughter

Kidding Around

I Can See Them

Undercover Halloween

Never Underestimate Magic

Dick Grayson as Nightwing

Don’t Take This Personally - Part One

Don’t Take This Personally - Part Two

Don’t Take This Personally - Part Three

I’m Not Leaving

Love Yourself - Part One

Love Yourself - Part Two

Muscles - NSFW

Left Out

Electric Currents

Psycho

Beach Day and Jealousy

When the Teleport Fails

I Can See Them

How to be a Heartbreaker

Unstable

Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle

A Suitable Mate - Part One

A Suitable Mate - Part Two

A Suitable Mate - Part Three

A Suitable Mate - Part Four

A Suitable Mate - Part Five

Just a Little Crush

A Cagey Feeling

Back to the Past

Love is Confusing - Part One

Love is Confusing - Part Two

Confession

A Promise

The Computer Geek

Couple Costume

Tim Drake

Broken Arm

A Secret to Tell - Part One

A Secret to Tell - Part Two

Finding Out

Damian Wayne

Puppy Love

Wally West

First Time

Snuggling War - Part One

Snuggling War - Part Two

Tutor Love - Part One

Tutor Love - Part Two

Love Yourself - Part One

Love Yourself - Part Two

Dating Wally West Would Include…

Ouija

First Halloween

A Halloween to Remember

Stop the Flirting

Tears of Sorrow - Part One

Tears of Sorrow - Part Two

Westie is My Bestie

Tight Squeeze

Teen Pregnancy

Roy Harper as Arsenal

I’m Here - Part One

I’m Here - Part Two

First Time

Roy Harper as Red Arrow

Love Yourself - Part One

Love Yourself - Part Two

Klarion the Witch Boy

A Tease

Defenseless Pussycat

Crushes are for Mortals - Part One

Crushes are for Mortals - Part Two

Trespasser

An Infant Secret

Hole in the Wall of Chaos

Jason Todd as Robin

An Awkward Conversation - Part One

An Awkward Conversation - Part Two

Miss Martian

Dating Miss Martian if You Were a Fellow Hero Would Include…

Martian Manhunter

First Christmas

Lagoon Boy

Underwater Meeting

No-Pairing Imagines

How Did You Do That?

What You Don’t Know - Part One

What You Don’t Know - Part Two

World Ending Team up

Team Halloween Bonding

Batman Imagines

Jason Todd

Guardian Angel

Reluctant Guests

Wings of a Robin

The Right Thing

Jason’s Worst Fear

Kinky - NSFW

Reconnection

I’ll be Here When You Wake Up

Elopement

What’s on the Radio?

I Miss You

Jason Todd - Arkham Series

Perfection

First Time

Trust

Dick Grayson

Rolling with the Punches - Part One

Rolling with the Punches - Part Two

Rolling with the Punches - Part Three

Hugging the Demon - Part One

Hugging the Demon - Part Two

Being Best Friends with Dick Grayson Would Include..

Acrophobia

Muscles - NSFW

A Quiet Night - Part One

A Quiet Night - Part Two

A Quiet Night - Part Three

Will You Stay With Me?

Damian Wayne

The Unlikely of Chances - Part One

The Unlikely of Chances - Part Two

The Unlikely of Chances - Part Three

Personal Assistant

Opposites Attract - Part One

Opposites Attract - Part Two

Opposites Attract - Part Three

Hugging the Demon - Part One

Hugging the Demon - Part Two

Hugging the Demon - Part Three

When Passion Strikes - NSFW

Away from Home

Meet the Family

The Princess and the Demon

Robin Who?

Younger Big Brother

Stuck Together

Why Does it Have to be You?

Kidnapped

A Kiss in the Rain

Triplet Crisis

I’m Not Cute

Tim Drake

Cakes and Messes

A Puppy Situation

First Time

Unrecognizable

Ghosts

Pumpkin Carving with Tim Drake Would Include…

Overdoing It

Unexpected Kiss

Nightmares

Red Robin Came Through My Window

Couple’s Day Off

Barbara Gordon

Not Enough Time

Bruce Wayne

Full Moon

Possessive Kiss

Batfamily - In General

An Undead Replacement - Part One

An Undead Replacement - Part Two

Fitting In - Part One

Fitting In - Part Two

Fitting In - Part Three

Matching

Younger Big Brother

When it Becomes too Much

Gone But Not Forgotten

Music Recital

Christmas Returns

Nightmares

Costume Party Drama

Batman Beyond

Terry McGinnis

Jokers’ Revenge

Spliced Not Diced

The Flash TV Show

Barry Allen

After All This Time

Motivation

Secret Identities

Redemption

First Time

Broken Secrets

Arrow TV Show

Secret Identities

Gotham TV Show

Child of Fear - Jonathan Crane x Reader

Superman/Superfamily Imagines

Superman - Clark Kent

Keep Your Options Open

Catch Me

Figuring it Out

Clark?

Superwoman - Clara Kent

Christmas With the Family

Injustice Imagines

Hal Jordan

Blackmail

DC Villains

Poison Ivy

Mother Ivy

Killer Croc

Father Croc

Teen Titans

Raven

First Time

Garfield Logan/Beast Boy

Ghost On Halloween

“First Time” Series

First Time - Jason Todd (Arkham)

First Time - Wally West (Young Justice)

First Time - Kaldur’ahm (Young Justice)

First Time - Dick Grayson as Robin (Young Justice)

First Time - Tim Drake as Red Robin

First Time - Arsenal x Reader (Young Justice)

First Time - Bart Allen x Reader

First Time - Barry Allen x Reader

First Time - Raven x Reader

Would Includes

Being Best Friends with Dick Grayson would include…

Dating Wally West Would Include…

Dating Miss Martian if You Were a Fellow Hero Would Include…

Pumpkin Carving with Tim Drake Would Include…

Justice League vs. Teen Titans

Beast Boy

Crushing Hard

Batman Bad Blood

No Pairing Imagines

Just the Way You Are

Halloween

Ouija - Wally West x Reader

An Undead Replacement - Batfamily x Reader - Part One

An Undead Replacement - Batfamily x Reader - Part Two

First Halloween - Wally West x Reader

Matching - Batfamily x Reader

Ghosts - Tim Drake x Reader

Love Yourself - Wally West x Roy Harper x Dick Grayson x Reader - Part Two

A Halloween to Remember - Wally West x Reader

Crushes are for Mortals - Klarion x Reader - Part Two

Pumpkin Carving with Tim Drake Would Include…

The Princess and the Demon - Damian Wayne x Reader

Couple Costume - Jaime Reyes x Bart Allen

I Can See Them - Dick Grayson x Reader

Sugar High - Bart Allen x Reader

Undercover Halloween - Dick Grayson x Reader

Gone But Not Forgotten - Batfamily Imagine

Never Underestimate Magic - Dick Grayson x Reader

Costume Party Drama - Batfamily Imagine

Ghost On Halloween - Garfield Logan x Reader

Team Halloween Bonding - Young Justice Imagine

Christmas

First Christmas - Martian Manhunter x Reader

Christmas With the Family - Clara Kent (Superwoman) x Reader

Helping Others - Superboy X Reader

Confession - Blue Beetle x Reader

Robin Who? - Damian Wayne x Reader

Opposites Attract - Damian Wayne x Reader - Part Three

Left Out - Nightwing x Reader

Jealous on Christmas - Kaldur x Reader

Christmas Returns - Batfamily Imagine

Overdoing It - Tim Drake x Reader

Valentine’s Day

First Valentine’s Day - Bart Allen x Reader

#masterlist #master list

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igotstaytiny · 7 years

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Can you do a one-shot where Clara Kent/Superwoman (female Clark Kent) fights and defeats a giant monster with the help of the Justice League (Bruce/Batman, Arthur/Aquaman, Barry/Flash, Hal/Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Atom, Laurel/Black Canary, Shazam, Oliver/Green Arrow, and Hawkman) then goes home to the apartment she shares with the gender neutral human reader, who is a reporter for the Daily Planet? No smut. Reader dates Clara and knows she's Superwoman.

Thank you for your request!! I’ve never written these characters or gender neutral before so I hope this is good enough for you.

The amount of threats the kept rearing their heads werestarting to get ridiculous. Luckily for Clara, the amount of superheroes shehad to call on was also growing. She was currently zipping around in herSuperwoman get up playing the distraction card. As she could fly, she coulddraw the latest monsters attention away from her teammates giving them moreopportunity to hit it with their combined firepower.

“Come on, guys,” she called down, exasperated as thecreature made a swipe for her. Green Lantern sent a blast towards its head atthe last minute, keeping her safe.

She knew deep down, they always had her back, as she hadtheirs. Eventually, together, they brought it down. She settled back on solidground for a moment to enjoy brief celebrations with her fellow heroes.

“What would the world do without us?” laughed Aquaman, assome of the team were catching their breath.

“Thank goodness they’ll never have to find out, hey Arthur?”Clara chimed in.

Everyone began to head their own ways, including Clara whoquickly took off, heading straight to the apartment she shared with Y/N.

“Been saving the world again?” they asked as she appeared.

“You know it, babe,” she said, heading to her room tochange.

“I was watching it all unfold on the news,” Y/N hummed, asClara finally joined them on the sofa.

“Oh yeah?”

“Even knowing how damn near indestructible you are, Iworry.”

“Well, it’s always nice to know you care,” Clara smiled upat her significant other.

The two were now intertwined on the sofa, legs twistedtogether and arms around each other.

There was a moment of comfortable silence then. That wasjust what Clara loved about the relationship. No matter how hectic life got,whether it was life at the Daily Planet or an alien invasion, the couple couldalways count on these moments of calm between them.

“You just know after this we’ll have our work cut out of usat the paper tomorrow,” Y/N sighed out.

“I fee like I should apologise, but it’s also not my faultthat crazy monster thought he’d try to destroy half of America,” Clara smiled.

“Just no complaining if I have to work late.”

“Well, after tonight, I think that would make us even,”Clara smirked, placing a quick kiss on her partners lips.

#dc imagine #clara kent imagine #superwoman imagine #jenna writes

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bolontiku · 6 years

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Bucky Barnes

“Crackships” - Includes Stucky, Stony, Steve Rogers x Clark Kent, Chase Collins x Dragon!Steve Rogers, WinterHawk, Bucky x Harley Quinn, Bucky x John Wick

“The Diner” - Series

“Losin Control” - Series (mutant!reader)

“Good Girl” - Series

“Just Being Nice” - Oneshot

“Highschool” - Oneshot

“Roscoe” - Oneshot

“Bad Romance” - Oneshot (Bucky x reader x Sam)

“Games & Shit” - Oneshot

“I Didn't Know” - Oneshot

“Coffee & Texts”(Incomplete) - Series

“Clint's Little Sister” - Series

“The Playlist” - Series (mutant!reader)

“For Worse” - Oneshot

“For The Soul” - OneShot

“Zombie” - Oneshot

“Something Good” - Oneshot

“Nightmare” - Oneshot

“Don't Run” - Oneshot

“Bucky, the Avenger” - Drabble

“The Reaper” - OneShot

“Stupid” - Drabble Series

“Chaos of Gravity” - Drabble Day- Feb 2019

“Just Desserts” - Drabble Day- Feb 2019

“Just a Moment” - Drabble Day- Feb 2019

“Bugatti” - Ficlet

“Loki & Bucky” - Ficlet Drop Oct 2019

“Ghost” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

“Okay” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

“Sweetheart” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

��Blueberry Bubblegum Blast” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

“Happiest Place” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

“Dance, Dance...” - One Shot

“P.S. I Love You” - Work Drabbles

“Softly” - Imagine

“Insanity” - Drabble

“Snug” - Quick Fic

“After Mission” - Quick Fic

“Sunshine” - Quick Fic

“That Smile” - Quick Fic

“Being Wrong ” - Series

“The Mechanic” - Work Drabbles Series

“Annoying AF” - Quick Fic Series

“Broken Connection” - Quick Fic Series

“Sweeter” - Quick Fic

“Heaven Undeserved” - Quick Fic

“A Date” - Quick Fic

“The Impossible Girl” (still in progress) - Bucky x Clara Crossover series (Avengers x Dr. Who)

“Devil's Lie” - Series WIP

“Sweet Tooth King” - Series WIP

“Absolutely Priceless” - Series WIP

Jefferson

“The Affair” - Oneshot(Jefferson x reader) written for celebration

“The Great Catastrophe” - Drabble Day- Feb 2019

“Grace” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

RPF - Sebastian Stan

“Never Touch” - Oneshot (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Updated: Oct 12th

#bucky barnes #james buchanon barnes #bucky x reader #the winter soldier #avengers #the avengers #marvel

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fragilemxnds · 3 years

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wanted connections

( in fandom only = ** )

morgan stark ✧ 21 ✧ child adult prodigy

friends

best friend - this be her ride or die, the person she goes to when she needs a good cry and won’t judge her when she watches videos of boston dynamic robots being pushed around to do so. the person that also pretends to ( or maybe wants to ) enjoy listening to her rattle on and on about some new project she’s building.

“bad” influence - the friend that drags morgan out from her cave and into social settings. the one that forces her to actually live her life and have fun. “bad” in quotations because this isn’t someone who necessarily tries to get her to do bad things but instead just gets her out of her comfort zone for once.

** like a sibling - aka peter parker lol

mentor

tony’s replacement - really imagine this being someone who morgan just kind of chooses on her own. maybe she saw them working on a project or maybe she heard about them and then just forced her way into their life. whether or not this makes that person happy, annoyed, visably annoyed but secretly happy ... totally up to whoever wants to take this

family

**tony stark - he’s her dad, boogie woogie woogie

romantic

relationship - i don’t have a specific plot in mind, but i’d be open to morgan being in a relationship. feel free to message me about any romantic plots regarding her

agatha harkness ✧ 27 / old ✧ owns occult shop ( name tbd )

friends

best friend - has to be at least a little evil because aggie is not nice. she is the type to sneer at babies and magically push someone out of her way on the sidewalk. it’s aggie’s world and everyone else is living in it ... that being said agatha also has socialization needs and would love to be friends with someone or some people who are similar to her.

the good / bad influence - would be down for someone to befriend agatha and try to either pull her more towards the good side or maybe pull her towards a more evil way of life.

occult shop peeps

employees - would love for agatha to have some employees that help her run the shop, they can be magical or not but the whole place is pretty much a scam. ( think - “magical” items that really just cause the placebo effect to “cure” people of things ). whether they are in on it or not can be discussed.

regulars - these can be people who think agatha’s stuff really works or maybe they’re witches / wizards who come to her for her “secret” supply. aka real magical items that witches and wizards can use.

protege - agatha in the comics used to be a teacher, i like to think that over her many years she has taken a few young witches under her wing

romantic

good luck tbh - a certian type of person would want to be with agatha i think. she is definitely bi-sexual and will flirt with anything she finds attractive. that being said, she would settle and would prefer a monogamous relationship - she doesn’t like to share. again, feel free to reach out for any romantic plots.

lois lane ✧ 30 ✧ political pundit & journalist @ the daily planet

friends

best friend - lois is a very loyal & loving person, this best friend would feel overwhelmingly supported, cared for, and loved. lois would be the type of friend to drop by their work in the morning with coffee, just because. she remembers every birthday, always gives the best & most thoughtful gifts, and will always be there as a shoulder to cry on, a hype man, or just a listening ear.

running buddy - lois takes a run around the national mall every morning, like clock work. would love for someone to join her maybe because they do the same and they finally decided to run together, or maybe lois convinced them to come with her?

work related

coworkers - lois works at the daily planet & if anyone else also works there i like to think lois would at the very least be able to recognize them. whether they view her as a friend or maybe competition- i’d be fine with both.

other journalists - lois works the political scene for the daily planet and would most likely often bump into other journalists or news casters

news casters - lois is a political pundit meaning she is often featured on news casts as an ‘expert’ or to offer her opinion on governmental matters so if you’re person is a news caster or something of the like then they would probably know each other.

government officials - since lois works in politics, she knows the politicians. whether or not they like lois is up to you, she tends to hold strong opinions and makes them known so maybe that doesn’t help your person, or maybe it does?

romantic ( currently on hold as I check with clara )

short term relationship - right now lois is unaware, meaning she does not know of her true past & her relationship with clark kent. i think it would be spicy for lois to be in either in a relationship ( short -term ) or possibly just dating someone during her unaware time. i want to stress that this would be short term & end when she becomes aware - only because her feelings toward clark would return with her memories. if you would like more information please reach out, happy to discuss this in more detail if needed.

#[ wanted connections ; all muses ]

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myyoungheartscan · 3 years

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Capítulo 3.10 - Frio Imprevisível (1)

Mike era um homem extraordinariamente sensato ao invés de ter um senso de humor. Seu circuito de pensamento foi caracterizado por repetir saltos excessivos e chegar à resposta correta. E os pensamentos de Blake tendem a aparecer em seu rosto.

“O que? Não é isso.”

“Espere, Oliver, ele foi fotografado em um restaurante na cidade esta manhã.”

“Eu não sei nada…”

Oliver, que exibia sua beleza como ator desde a infância, era frequentemente fotografado do lado de fora do estádio. Hoje várias fotos foram enviadas com a tag “AceCold”. Os fãs que escreveram comentários dizendo que ele era bonito na foto não pareceram notar, mas Mike percebeu o rival com quem ele estava. Ele mal o reconheceu pelo chapéu, mas era Timothy Winter, sentado no restaurante com Oliver.

Naquele momento, Mike estava confuso. A julgar pela reação de Blake, parece que Oliver esteve no apartamento com sua amante esta manhã. Mas você perdeu seu encontro matinal e conheceu Winter? Poderia haver tal homem no mundo?

“Blake, eu tenho uma ideia muito assustadora agora. Se você não confirmar isso corretamente, será muito constrangedor para nosso relacionamento consanguíneo.”

Mike insistentemente usou suas habilidades de raciocínio para questionar seu irmão, e Blake, um homem simples, finalmente não teve escolha a não ser confessar tudo que sabia.

Ao ouvir a confissão de Blake, Oliver agarrou sua testa latejante. Há muito tempo ele pensava que um dia, o hobby desse cara causaria muitos problemas. Mas ele nunca imaginou que a vítima seria ele mesmo. Todas as revistas de constelações neste mundo devem ser fechadas. Oliver cerrou os dentes para Blake, que estava prestes a chorar.

* * *

A mentira é como uma bola de neve. Foi um provérbio de ouro pra quem disse isso. Embora no início fosse apenas uma pequena mentira, quanto mais rolar na neve, maior será. Para manter uma mentira, ele teve que mobilizar outra mentira. Essa é a situação em que Oliver está agora.

“Oh, que pena para Winter.”

Mike falou com um suspiro.

A conversa entre os dois amigos depois de muito tempo não foi tão amigável. As palavras que iam e vinham eram mais como um interrogatório. Falando de uma inferência quase forçada de que havia algo entre os dois, Mike mal parecia acreditar que Timothy havia escolhido Oliver como amante.

Por que diabos ela escolheria um homem assim? Por mais que ele pensasse sobre isso, era difícil de aceitar. O fato de que o beta silencioso e sincero escolheu um alfa como Oliver como seu amante. Você não caiu no plano de Oliver, não é? Não era incomum para um homem tão competente como Winter agir como um tolo em um relacionamento. Ou Oliver está ameaçando você? Ele descobriu uma fraqueza que não deve ser descoberta pelos outros, ou um segredo que deve ser guardado...

O raciocínio de Mike, como sempre, era ridiculamente ousado, mas estava inesperadamente perto da verdade. No entanto, Mike, que não conhecia as circunstâncias, não tinha certeza se sua suposição estava correta ou não.

Mike, que vinha pensando há muito tempo, chegou a uma conclusão muito difícil. Sim, talvez não seja essa besteira. Oliver, que estava ouvindo Mike, acabou ficando irritado.

“Isso não é demais para mim? Se sim, por que você é meu amigo?”

Quando questionado por pura curiosidade, Mike de repente olhou para o ar distante.

“Meus pêsames amigo. Eu era muito jovem e reconhecer a pessoa certa era uma virtude que não tinha naquela época.” Oliver respondeu sem rodeios. Este bastardo realmente quer morrer.

“É uma relação normal, certo?”

“Eu te disse. Você acha que eu pertenço a algum tipo de máfia? Sou um atleta bom e saudável.”

Oliver disse com o peito erguido. Os cantos da boca de Mike em "saudável" caíram infinitamente do adjetivo "bom". Sério, por que Winter escolheu um cara assim?

Mike pensou no rosto de Timothy Winter, que ele chamaria de exemplo de atleta. Um homem bonito com um rosto limpo que pode ser considerado lindo. E pensar que o sincero beta estava preso no cruel demônio alfa como Oliver, ele sentiu pena de Winter, que não o conhecia. Mais ainda porque ele era um jogador que tinha bons sentimentos como beta. Mas, bem, não havia mais nada a dizer porque os dois homens eram adultos e não tinham escrúpulos em serem olhados ou não.

Não importa como ... Haverá um grande alvoroço se isso vier a público.

Oliver Kent e Timothy Winter eram agora os jogadores mais requisitados no cenário do hóquei. Só o fato dos dois homens terem reconquistado a antiga amizade já foi o suficiente para espalhar revistas de esportes por todo o país. Mike estava um pouco preocupado, mas esperava que suas preocupações fossem distorcidas.

Ele vai cuidar disso, não é uma criança. Mike decidiu parar de pensar naquele ponto e encheu o copo de Oliver com uísque.

“Traga-o da próxima vez. Deixe-me ver seu rosto. Ele não bebe muito, só o vi uma vez.”

“Não, é meu amante. Serei o único que ele verá.”

Embora fosse apenas um convite educado, Oliver levantou os espinhos como se fosse um ouriço e friamente recusou. O queixo de Mike caiu.

“Você nem é um garoto de quinta série. Você é ... Eu compartilhei toda a minha vida amorosa com você.”

“Isso é o que você fala, e Timmy não gosta de falar sobre isso com outras pessoas.”

“… Timmy, não acredito.”

A maioria dos títulos de Oliver foram unificados em "o filho da puta desagradável" e "o infeliz Scarlett". O apelido carinhoso saiu da boca de Oliver e sua pele se arrepiou. Eu acho que eles estão realmente namorando. Este dia chegou. Mike estremeceu, mas se convenceu das desculpas de Oliver. Foi o Winter. Considerando a imagem do homem, esses comentários não foram estranhos. Mike acenou com a cabeça e repetiu a pergunta ainda não resolvida.

“O que exatamente ele gosta em você?”

“O rosto, o dinheiro, a habilidade, a família. A esquisitice de ter tudo ao mesmo tempo que é difícil conseguir, o que é perfeito.”

“… Saia da minha loja, agora.”

* * *

“Você já começou a treinar? Como está sua adaptação após a mudança de traço* ?”

*Traço: Vou utilizar essa palavra para se referir aos ômegas e alfas.

“… Ainda não há um treinamento completo. No momento, estou apenas seguindo minha rotina básica e me preparando para a pré-temporada.”

“Já vejo. Você ainda não informou a equipe ao seu redor, não é? Quero dizer, um médico em um hospital designado pelo clube ou um técnico.”

“Sim, ainda não.”

É necessário que o horário médico seja tão difícil? Timothy ficou cada vez mais desconfortável com a ofensa de Adam. Como paciente, gostaria de ser tratado como um ômega desconhecido, mas era doloroso cada vez que Adam trazia à tona a história de Timothy como jogador de hóquei. Além disso, os feromônios de Adam estavam o deixando desconfortável e estava nervoso. Talvez o olfato de Timothy como ômega seja bastante sensível para ser capaz de sentir os feromônios do médico vagamente perceptíveis.

Em uma posição nervosa, a pergunta de Adam parecia cruzar a linha dos limites pessoais.

A pergunta de um especialista ômega deveria ser tão pessoal? Os floreios* são um assunto mais interessante que os betas, mas mesmo em hospitais, você tem que aturar essas coisas? Timothy, que estava organizando sua mente complicada, finalmente não aguentou mais e abriu a boca.

[N/T: Vou manter os termos “floreios” e “florescentes” para indicar os ômegas despertados tardiamente, não achei uma palavra melhor.]

“As perguntas que você faz agora, são uma parte necessária do tratamento?”

“Por que pergunta isso?”

“Me parece uma questão um pouco pessoal. Desculpe se é um mal-entendido.”

Então Adam flexionou os dedos e riu.

“É verdade que tenho um interesse particular pelo Sr. Winter.”

“...”

“Normalmente, os florescentes se manifestam pelo menos em torno dos vinte anos. Claro, o Sr. Winter ainda é muito jovem, mas você despertou bem tarde. Na verdade, é muito raro ter floração tardia nessa idade. Claro, eu tenho que prestar mais atenção em você do que nos outros pacientes ômegas. É um processo necessário para minha pesquisa e para o próprio Sr. Winter.”

Adam terminou a explicação com um sorriso suave. Timothy ainda teve dificuldade em aceitar, mas foi forçado a falar.

“É isso?”

“Sim, é assim. Então, você poderia preencher o seguinte questionário”

Timothy estava frustrado ao deixar a clínica. Não era assim quando o clube fazia exames médicos. Ele não precisava se preocupar se o conselho do médico estava correto ou não. De agentes a analistas de dados, todos compartilharam suas informações e deram os conselhos certos. Timothy só precisava seguir as sugestões deles.

No entanto, esse não era uma opção agora.

O médico designado do OHCC era uma pessoa gentil, mas Timothy ainda era difícil para ele. “Sinta-se à vontade para pedir ajuda, Sr. Winter. Se precisar da minha ajuda, vou ajudá-lo de qualquer maneira.” Não acho que o sorriso gentil e as palavras calorosas sejam falsas. Mas era difícil interpretar literalmente. Tinha certeza que ele é um pouco educado, mas estava relutante em pedir ajuda em um assunto tão pessoal.

Ele também pensou em aconselhamento psiquiátrico, mas o tipo de ajuda que poderia obter certamente não era o que desejava. No final, teria que consultar um médico vinculado à Clínica Ômega, que é uma especialidade completamente diferente da neuropsiquiatria e da análise de traços. Foi difícil encontrar um médico que se gabasse de um conhecimento superior em todas as áreas. Timothy, que pensou até certo momento, sentiu vontade chorar.

Afinal, não havia para aconselhá-lo...

"Ah."

Não era assim. Timothy conhecia pelo menos uma pessoa. Alguém a quem poderia pedir ajuda nesta situação.

***

“Mude de médico.”

A solução de Oliver era clara. Na verdade, ele já ia recomendá-la. Ele parecia cansado depois de ir ao hospital. Assim que Oliver terminou, Timothy baixou a cabeça e perguntou.

“É possível?”

“O que não pode ser feito? O Dr. McConnell é o homem mais famoso do Clark Hospital. Vou colocar você em contato com ele.”

“Mas… ouvi dizer que ele está muito ocupado. E ele tem dois anos de agenda cheia. Ouvi dizer que entrar nela é impossível.”

“Pode demorar um pouco. De qualquer forma, saúde gira em torno de dinheiro neste país. Eu também conheço o Dr. McConnell, então ele ficará feliz em fazer isso. Era o médico de Evelyn.”

A oferta de Oliver era ótima, mas Timothy ainda estava hesitando.

“Ele vai mudar minhas receitas? Eu não vou fazer uma cirurgia para me tornar beta novamente ...”

A remoção do feromônio era uma operação arriscada. Foi uma cirurgia que mesmo pessoas comuns, que não se importavam muito com suas habilidades físicas, não podiam ousar fazer facilmente. Como atleta, Timothy, é claro, estava assustado, então nem mesmo considerou a cirurgia desde o início. Se não ia fazer a cirurgia, eu realmente precisaria consultar com uma pessoa ocupada? Mais uma vez, Oliver concluiu facilmente.

“Pode ficar tranquilo que o melhor que você precisa fazer, é se tratar.”

“...”

“O que você quer fazer? Eu ligo se quiser.”

Oliver acenou com seu telefone. Timothy estava preocupado. Ele já estava recebendo mais ajuda do que esperava. Ele não queria aumentar sua dívida.

Mas.

O ar desconfortável da clínica, os feromônios desconfortáveis do alfa que incomodavam sua pele e a consulta que levou ao interrogatório. Essas coisas já cansaram um pouco Timothy. Ele hesitou e acenou com a cabeça, e Oliver ligou para o secretário de sua casa.

“Então, por favor. Ligo para você mais tarde para verificar. Sim, entendo.”

No final da curta ligação, Timothy estava olhando para Oliver com olhos ansiosos.

“Por que você está assim?”

Timothy, com os lábios entreabertos por um momento, suspirou um pouco.

“O você quer de mim?”

“…O que?”

“Não há nada que eu possa te dar, mas a dívida que tenho que pagar continua aumentado.”

Ele estava um pouco nervoso. Timothy engoliu a última palavra. Oliver olhou em seus olhos azuis como se estivesse sem palavras e logo sorriu.

“Está tudo bem. Quando eu estiver à beira da falência, cobrarei tudo de uma vez.”

“Mas…”

“Agora você só tem que segurar minha mão, ok, Scarlett?”

Timothy encontrou a expressão confiante do alfa. Os problemas que faziam seu coração ferver foram resolvidos com uma facilidade ridícula. Oliver Kent sempre foi assim. Não importava o que acontecesse na sua frente, ele apenas resolvia toda a situação, mesmo quando problemas como fios enrolados eram lançados. Enquanto Timothy lutava para desfazer o nó, foi Oliver quem o cortou com uma faca.

Você nasceu com tantas coisas? Alfa, com seu talento e bom treinamento, tinha muito nas mãos: lazer, paixão, arrogância e confiança inabalável. Houve um tempo em que invejou o que ele tinha.

Eu gostava...

“Você está bem, Scarlett?”

Timothy voltou a si ao ouvir a voz preocupante de Oliver.

“Você não parece bem. Você quer se apoiar em mim?”

A hesitação foi breve desta vez. Timothy respondeu que sim e lentamente caiu nos braços de Oliver. Ele lentamente liberou os feromônios enquanto segurava Timothy. Oliver agora era capaz de ler a condição de Timothy com suas reações, e ele liberou os feromônios com uma intensidade surpreendentemente precisa, fazendo-o se sentir melhor. Cercado pelo cheiro que emanava dele, Timothy fechou os olhos lentamente.

A dor da demonstração foi além da imaginação. Embora os tipos fossem diferentes, a intensidade era semelhante ao crescimento.

Timothy de repente cresceu por volta dos treze anos. Quando ele acordou, sua família ficou surpresa que seus braços e pernas eram longas. Naquela época, havia muitas noites em que ele não conseguia dormir porque suas articulações doíam. Também era difícil equilibrar o corpo e controlar a capacidade de exercícios toda vez que ele ficava mais velho. O processo foi tão doloroso que passou noites rezando para que não crescesse mais. Mais tarde, ele culpou o corpo por não crescer.

Talvez essa situação fosse melhor. Pelo menos havia um homem por perto que poderia aliviar sua dor.

Está tudo bem se acostumar com a existência de Oliver assim? Era Timothy quem ficava fazendo perguntas a si mesmo. No entanto, ele tentou se livrar da ansiedade. Ele não considera mais Oliver um amigo, e ele não se sentiria ferido se Oliver o traísse.

“Tubo bem, ele sugeriu primeiro. Use-o o máximo que puder. "

Assim que o ‘eu’ egoísta sussurrou dentro dele. Timothy se sentiu culpado ao obedecê-lo.

Algum dia haverá outras maneiras de compensar.

Então Oliver pousou a cabeça entre os ombros de Timothy. Os lábios ligeiramente entreabertos do alfa exalaram respirações quentes. No passado, ele teria ficado com medo. Na verdade, quando Oliver foi empurrado no chão por Timothy, ele reclamou, mas hoje em dia, esse tipo de contato físico era aceito em silêncio.

“Scarlett, você quer aumentar a concentração? Você acha que pode aceitar isso? O que você acha?”

Timothy tentou engolir sua ansiedade e assentiu.

Sem problemas. Eu não gosto mais desse cara.

VOLUME 01 CONCLUÍDO

[N/T: Se preparem pro drama. ( ꈍᴗꈍ) ]

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Aspec & Arospec YouTube List Part 2!

Apparently there are a lot more ace youtubers that I missed on the last list…

The descriptions for each channel are pretty much just copied and pasted from their channel descriptions. Unless they didn’t have a description, in which case I just wrote ‘vlogger’.

Please note: All the content of the channels below may or may not reflect the views or opinions of this blog or it’s moderators. Nor is all of it safe for work or free of problematic elements. Please use your own discretion.

Note 2: If your favorite youtuber is not on this list, feel free to add on!

Enjoy!

Aaron Ansuini: A trans ace vlogger who talks about both asexuality, being trans, video games, art, and motivation; Twitter

Abbie Wells: Aspec singer, actress, and vlogger; Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram

Aced It!: We are just a handful of Ace/Aro YouTubers who wanted to make a community to chat! Hang out let’s talk! ; instagram

Ace Ideas: We are a diverse group of asexuals here to share our knowledge, experiences, passions, hobbies, and stories surrounding our asexuality.; Facebook, tumblr, twitter

Aceland Alexander Kent: Transgender-Male, Homoromantic, Aceflux-Asexual musician and vlogger. He used to run the queer information channel, Questions and Queeries ; Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, BandCamp

Ahsante the Artist: Artist, Storyteller, Harvard 2015. A place for educated discussion, spirited lifestyle, cultural critique, creative reflection, and the silly goings on in the life and mind of Ahsante; website, Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Portfolio website, Patreon

Androigynous: Hey guys! Andie here. Your resident cat girl. You’ll find gameplay, art, unboxings and feline vlogs! There’s something for everyone. ✨; instagram, facebook

Antastesia: A French asexual feminism/lifestyle/travel/vegan vlogger; Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, professional website

Anthony Pero: Posting funny videos and skits with the purpose of making people laugh. I like to focus on anything from serious topics like depression to goofier subjects like my Facebook newsfeed. My channel also consists of parodies of people I know, things I see, or random events that I think need to be spoofed; Twitter, Facebook, Instagram

ArtByFlan: Sometimes I draw things. Sometimes I record myself drawing things. Sometimes I post videos of myself drawing things here!; tumblr, deviantart, facebook, twitter

Asexualise My Asexual Life: Asexualise Your Asexual Life: Empower And Enhance Your Asexual Life. Giving Asexuals a voice in the world. It is my mission to give asexuals a voice in the world; to empower other asexuals to be comfortable and confident with their asexuality; and to give insight into my colourful asexual life, to enable others to better understand their own and to know they are not alone. I want to educate others about asexuality, so that in the future, all asexuals can live in society happily.; twitter, facebook

Autistic Asexual fangirl Adventures: just a vlog page, random ramblings and adventures of a autistic asexual and geek who wants to try and make the word a better place.; twitter

BaptismOnFire: My name is Jack, I love horror and all things creepy. Here you’ll find videos about nightmares, monsters, creepypasta and generally spooky things! Remember to watch the skies, stay paranoid and trust no one…; Twitter, Tumblr, DeviantArt

Blue Phoenix Ace: American ace education vlogger. My goal is to educate people about Aromanticism and Asexuality, because maybe it will help someone learn the truth about themselves before they hit the age of 37!; music channel, Website, Soundcloud, Facebook

BreakfastAlexis: An asexual artist who creates animatics; tumblr, twitter, redbubble

Brian Langevin: Occasional videos discussing asexuality and life in general! This channel also hosts an archive of Everything’s A-Okay - a project Brian Langevin started alongside the project’s writer, Amy Liang, to bring greater visibility to asexuality; Twitter

Channel for Positivity l Understanding l Justice: Demisexual Korean-American motivational vlogger. Stay woke. See BOTH Sides. Social Justice. Bite-Sized Politics. Build more POSITIVITY :D Pragmatic Utopian. Diversity. Understand Humans & Relationships. Embrace Progress.; twitter, tumblr

Christi Kerr: This channel is a mix of whatever I like to do, which mainly includes vlogging but could include any number of things; Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, SnapChat, Instagram

Christine Sydelko: The youtube channel of vine-star/popular internet comedian and her boyfriend; Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat

Clara Unleashed: Denmark based asexual/biromanic vlogger. They also run the aspec focused youtube channel, My Ace Experience ; Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr

Cultlleader: Asexual Vlogger; Instagram, twitter

curlybobofelia: UK based asexuality Awareness, LGBTQ, Mental Health Awareness, Disability Rights, Child Rights & Anti-bullying Advocate vlogger; Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram

Dylan Tyler: I’m Dylan, and I suck at writing the intro things, so let’s just eat a lot of popcorn together and do an unhealthy amount of binge watching. Subscribing makes it easier to find me when you’re up for binging :) ; instagram, twitter

ElectraSnow: Demisexual artist, makeup artist, and special effects makeup expert: Twitter, Etsy, Tumblr, Facebook

Elisa Hansen/Maven of the Eventide: Voraciously vivacious Vampire Reviews. The Maven peers into the realms of the creatures of the night for a humorous analysis of vampires in media and pop culture; Twitter, Facebook

Embly: 18 years old, also the cutest small potato in the neighbourhood, wine mum, also very salty and nostalgic over a jam sandwich she lost over 2 years ago; Twitter, Instagram

Estelle Z: Music, vlogs, scrapbooks, and whatever else I happen to fancy; Tumblr, Twitter, Soundcloud, Facebook, Patreon, Gumroad

happy fish: Autistic, mentally ill, queer, nonbinary person vlogging about my life and trying to pretend I know how to function as an adult.; etsy, tumblr

Heroic Pages: Canadian, lover of books, films and imagination��and also a huge nerd!! Critter! Very much an unapologetic introvert (INTJ) ACE hermit cat lady den mother!; twitter, instagram, goodreads

JakeMale TV: I do Comedy sketch videos but also Vlogs! I share my life experiences with you so you can laugh at my mistakes. I have funny moments in my life, come and join me living my life. Click on ‘SUBSCRIBE’ to be told when I upload a new video! I advice it, MY LIFE IS WEIRD! I also do a University Advice series!; twitter, facebook, vimeo

Jeff Miller: Demiromantic/demisexual transmasculine musician, actor, and all around content creator; Patreon, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr

janeil darnell: An aroace vlogger; twitter

jennaclarek: Heteroromantic asexual. I just graduated college with a BS degree (get it) in Audio/Video Production. I’m also obsessed with Taylor Swift, strawberry cake, and musicals. I mostly make videos about books, but I also make videos about my life, my faith, and the other things I enjoy!; goodreads, twitter, tumblr, instagram, bandcamp

Jourdann: A channel that’s all about ships (the tv kind), college life, and artsy videos; Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram

kaihugstrees: Non-binary asexual. I make videos every week about my life, from travel vlogs and challenges to videos about mental health, disability, and queer topics; Twitter, Tumblr

Kelly McCraw: Akoiromantic Asexual vlogger

Marshall John Blount: Just an Ace guy trying to make it through life…This vlog will be about my everyday life and Asexual awareness…..I hope y'all will tag along on this interesting journey with me 💜💜

marsisnotcreative: Brazilian vlogger. Does covers of songs, videos chatting about stuff i enjoy, giving opinions, rants about some things that bother me, pseudo-artsy videos; twitter, tumblr, instagram

megathornberryy: Aspec book reviewer and vlogger; Goodreads, Twitter, Instagram

Milo Stewart: My name is Milo and my pronouns are they/them. Gender confused college kid named “YouTube’s most controversial trans vlogger” by The Daily Dot; Twitter, Instagram

Mikey Neumann (of Chainsawsuit Original): Ace president of Chainsaw Original and film critic ; Twitter, Website

moonchild: My channel covers a large variety of topics and genres, some of which include asexuality, body modifications, mental health, with the occasional story time or rant video thrown in; Tumblr

Overlysarcasticproductions: Sarcastic, yet informative, summaries of classic and not-so-classic literature and mythology, as well as major historical events! (Red has stated that she is asexual); threadless, cafepress, twitter

Peach The College Girl’s Vlog: Asexual Biromantic gaming channel ;twitter, twitch, snapchat

Phoebe Saturn : i make youtube videos as a hobby and hopefully have a positive impact on your day :] ; twitter

ppusherr: Gender, Sexuality, and Social Issues solved with Positivity and Education; Tumblr

punkygirlontherock: Asexual Canadian vlogger

Ricky Dillon: American YouTube personality and singer-songwriter; Book website, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Spotify

Sally Le Page: Grey-ace UK vlogger. Aims to bring science further into popular culture by making science videos that make you laugh, make you feel and make you think; Website, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Flickr

sara elizabeth: Demisexual American make-up vlogger. i’m sara and i’m sorta obsessed with makeup and musicals; twitter, instagram

Sebastian Columbine: A horror and surrealist, filmmaker and artist in Los Angeles, California. This youtube channel surrounds Sebastian’s unique style, both in terms of fashion and beauty, as well as their lifestyle and artistic endeavors; Professional blog/website, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Patreon

skellydun: life is an experience. here are some of mine; Tumblr

SixFootNerd: British, six foot and a total nerd! Just someone talking about Movie/Tv News, Events, Reviews and Discussions; Twitter, Tumblr

Sophie Foster: Demisexual/biromantic fashion, makeup, and lifestyle vlogger from the UK; Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram

SoulOfEbony: I wanna scribble cartoons for a living and make people smile.; tumblr, twitter

Taye Nic: I’m just an 20 year old college student who is trying to live for the first time:) Lol, I just got into makeup! I also love making things, broadway, Disney, my boho chic style lol and NYC more than anything else! I also love to make friends so stop by; twitter, instagram, pinterest

The Asexual Goddess: Ace and in your face. I’m actually an introvert so i don’t know how that works

TheGothicAlice: Asexual Aromantic artist, Manic Panic dyehard, horror junkie, cynic, and part time model; facebook, Etsy, Tumblr

TheMysteriousMrEnter: Asexual/Aromantic animation reviewer; DeviantArt, Tumblr, Twitter, TvTropes, Facebook,

Vivi Addams: Feel free to hang around for a while, watch some Lego animations, hopefully subscribe… Enjoy!; Tumblr, Twitter

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