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kaiser1ns · 9 months

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𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

╹synopsis :: you can't play hide-and-seek forever, right? well, that's until someone discovers your secret.

╹contents :: fem!reader, fluff, secret relationship, softie rin, shidou being a menace as usual

╹notes :: i love rin so much<333 hope you enjoy it! sorry for any grammar mistakes.

The aroma of delicious food filled the air as the members of PXG gathered around a large table. Y/N, who had been tirelessly assisting Loki, their mentor, was surprised when the Frenchman insisted on treating her to dinner as a token of appreciation for her hard work. There was a rare moment of peace, and to the surprise of everyone at the table, there was no food fight as they enjoyed their well-deserved meal from the hard training.

Shidou couldn't resist teasing his favorite(and only) female friend. He turned to Y/N with a mischievous shit-eating grin and asked, "Hey Y/N, do you like someone from here?" The question caught her off guard, and she raised an eyebrow before responding, "It's none of your business." she replied, returning her attention to her plate.

But we all know Shidou Ryusei’s nature, you will be teased for the rest of your life, "Oh, come on! There's definitely someone, hmm?" Y/N rolled her eyes, replying with a hint of sarcasm, "The only thing I like is the money I'm getting from Ego, nothing more, nothing less." She finished her last bite of food and added, "Now, if you excuse me, I have more work to do. If anyone needs me, I'll be analyzing Bastard Munchen's players in the monitor room."

With that, the girl excused herself from the table, bid everyone good night, and disappeared into her work. The glow of the large TV screen illuminated her focused expression as she delved into her analysis, ”I swear if I don’t get more money in my paycheck”. Little did she know that, in the moment of her murmuring, someone was approaching her from behind.

She felt a pair of strong hands gently wrap around her waist, and a familiar voice whispered in her ear, "You work too hard, you know that?" Y/N smiled, recognizing the voice instantly. Itoshi Rin, her secret boyfriend, leaned down to kiss her cheek, putting his head in the crock of her neck.

“And you do that too, but at least I’m taking breaks, Mister Striker”. The dark-haired boy didn’t say anything, his head still resting on his girlfriend's head. It's so nice — the feeling of peace when no one is looking at you, no teasing remarks from Shidou, no homework from Loki, and no high expectations — she's so nice.

With his body relaxing and all his weight on her body, he can fall asleep right then and now, but he knows he can't do that. "Hey, sleepyhead," she said, nudging his head lightly with her finger, earning a groan from Rin "Go have some rest in your room, Loki said, not to tell anyone, but tomorrow's training will be even harder." Again, no answer. Still in his embrace, she decided to somehow move to the chairs with the 186 cm tall boy wrapped around her like a koala. "You are so cute, but you will break my bones."

What she didn't expect was Rin's sharp turn, as he sat down and y/n settled onto his lap, she couldn't help but feel her heart beating faster at the sudden turn of events. His arms tightened around her, securing her place, and she found herself looking up into his tired but vibrant teal eyes, blush coming up to her cheeks. "What got you so clingy, Rin?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to be with you…” he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. Y/n's blush deepened, but she smiled back at him, understanding the unspoken words between them. Savoring any moment they can spend together. With a gentle laugh, she teased, "Well, next time you feel like using me as a human pillow, just ask nicely."

Hearing noise from outside, they looked at each other, fearing that someone would enter the room in need of Y/N’s help. The striker suddenly stood up, releasing her from his embrace. “I should probably get going. Have a good night, Y/N”

With a teasing grin, she replied, "Well, get some rest, Rin. You have to be fresh like a daisy tomorrow." tip-toeing to reward him for today - a little peck on the lips. “Love you.” With one last nod, he left the room with a smile on his face.

As he disappeared into the hallway, Y/N couldn't help but smile. Yes, their relationship is a secret from everyone—a game of hide-and-seek, it’s hard to manage but as long as no-one suspects a thing, everything is okay.

“I KNEW IT!” again a familiar voice called from behind her, and it’s no other than Shidou Ryusei himself. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, turning around to face “the demon” and in a threatening tone said, "If you even dare to tell anybody about this, I will personally make your life a living hell - no more Chainsaw Man manga, no more yukhoe and a restraining order against you for Itoshi Sae.”

If until now Shidou was not afraid of anything, now he is definitely afraid.

#✧* 🤍 blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x y/n #itoshi rin fluff #shidou ryusei #x reader #rin x reader

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l3xdrigo · 7 months

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I had silly thoughts run into my mind, Regulus igniting Vertin's passion to do art again by showing her an abandoned wall and bringing spray paint.

Vertin is more traditionally on painting but she has known about spray paint and has been wanting to try them for a long time and Regulus gives her the opportunity to test them out.

When first picking up one of the spray cans, she's not sure what she wants to create, what type of mural or artwork. Vertin is pretty unfamiliar on how to work with such a big canvas, and with a tool she hasn't quite got the grasp of yet. Regulus comes back with a bunch of paint buckets and big and small paintbrushes "What are these for? " "To help us with the painting of course, I may not be the best at any painting stuff but this pirate is passionate in anything art based and the freedom of expression! " Regulus happily chimed.

Vertin was grateful but she's not sure what to make yet, so she asked Regulus who gave her one of the buckets of paint, puzzled, she looks at Regulus "what am I supposed to do with this? "

"Throw it of course! Throw it against the wall and watch it splatter, let it be messy, let your artwork be free. It has been awhile since you last painted yes? So why not let all your creative ideas out now? "

Vertin looks at Regulus and then to the paint bucket in her hands, the swirling color inside it, she knows what she needs to do. Taking a slight step back, she throws the paint out of the bucket towards the wall, making a huge splatter to it and some to themselves as well. Regulus let's out a cheer "There ya go! Now, Let's get painting!"

Splashes of colors added to the wall, the more added, the more Vertin felt free. The paint flowing down like raindrops, the lines of contrasting colors overlapping each other, using the spray paints to add more texture and little designs and details. It was messy yes, but it was free, Regulus smiling wildly as she continues to paint the already very colorful wall, this felt nice, it felt great. Vertin was smiling, laughing even at times where they get hit with splashes of paint, Regulus's joy has been contagious and seeing Vertin happy made Regulus even more joyful.

After finally finishing their artwork, both sat down on the ground, facing what they've created. It was a messy mural, with designs of their interest, a music disk, some doves, a golden thread, butterflies and much more. Both were covered in paint and colors, it'll take a while to get them off but that's the least of their worries for now. "I think this pirate can say that, that is one beautiful mural" "It is, thank you Regulus, for bringing me out here and doing this" "No problem, you've been cooped up in that office for days now, I think you deserved a break.. And you did tell me you liked painting so, this was the best idea I could come up with" "One of the ideas you had that didn't end in disaster *pfft*" "Oi-"

Both bickered for a bit, laughing and giggling like children. It's moments like these that make all the work and sacrifices worth it, even with the weight of responsibility of being the timekeeper, others are lending a hand to carry the weight, just like Regulus. Both sat there, as the sun sets and hope rebuilds.

(Or platonic soulmate Reguvert my beloveds<333)

Bonus:

As both sat quietly, a song from the radio that Regulus brought suddenly plays "Oh hell yeah! I love this song.. Say Vertin, do you dance? "

The timekeeper pondered for a bit and gave her an answer "I do, why? "

"Well, would you like to dance with this pirate? I think that'll be fun"Regulus stood up and stretched out her hand, Vertin, slightly surprised by the sudden request, but accepted it, taking Regulus's hand into hers.

" Though be aware that this pirate may not be the best at dancing, but will certainly try her best" It's been awhile since both had danced, and more so with someone but none of that mattered right now, they're just here to have fun. Dancing to the beat of the music, as both moved to the rhythm, a few slip up's here and there but is still going strong. Going with the flow of the music, both have actually made a good dancing pair, being able to move to the rhythm easily and adjusting their movements to near perfection. Despite not even having steps in mind, both have their own, synchronized and adapting as the music goes on. It felt like walking on air as they continued to dance, they kept this on till the music ended and both were exhausted.

"I must say, you're a great dancer Regulus"

"Thanks, you're not half bad yourself, we should do this more often" "I'll check if my schedule can free up a bit"

They realized that it was near dark soon, both headed back into the suitcase, walking and talking about their interest, plans and anything really. They've grown into each other's company, and they wouldn't have it any other way, a captain and her second best mate, a bellwether and her first follower.

#reverse 1999 #vertin #Regulus #Reguvert #I dont really mind if you see this as romantic or platonic #I just have brainrot about them and wanted to share this :3 #the captain's second best mate #the bellwether's first follower after years of walking alone

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navstuffs · 11 months

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The Tragedy of Leon S. Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: When your partner Leon. S Kennedy disappears after investigating an old laboratory facility, you take matters into your own hands.

Warning tags: ANGST HORROR, 16+, hurt/some comfort, infected!leon

Author's Notes: it seems every time i write an angst fanfic, i challenge myself on how can i make it worse next time(emptiness, creep). this fic is based on this fanart by @hurrakka, thank you so much for letting me write about it! also thanks for the support @90sbee and my husband, who gave their insightful opinions <333. enjoy!!

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The world is unfair. Cruel. Brutal, cold, and heartless. To some more than the others.

Take a look at Leon S Kennedy's life, for example. For someone who always fought for others and kept the weak protected even in his lowest moments, moments that he didn't believe he could do, where he couldn't believe in himself, his life seems unfair.

A man who had never had a chance to do HOW he desired. Especially on saving lives. He wanted to help people, but not like that. Leon S. Kennedy could have been a teacher, a firefighter, or a cook. They help people in their own way. But no life is unfair. Stuck into a job he was forced to. How much helping and constantly fighting a battle couldn't destroy a man? How much is given? How much is enough?

Until Leon Kennedy disappeared. The last contact was in an old laboratory facility, deactivated long ago.

One would think the disbelief over their best U.S. agent not returning would have made the efforts to locate him fast, but no. None of his direct superiors seemed to give a damn about it. Who would have thought Leon Kennedy would vanish like that? Because the word infected never came into anyone's mind.

Maybe he had run away. He seems to deserve it, right? Leon had found happiness with that mysterious black-haired agent he kept encountering and decided to run away with her. Living on a remote island where misery and unfairness couldn't touch him. Where the government couldn't use him anymore.

That's what the ones closest to him wanted to believe. It is way easier to imagine Leon with his swimsuit sunglasses, drinking a piña colada, sunbathing, and relaxing.

If life had any decency in being fair, that's what should have happened.

They strongly advised you not to go there. Your superiors thought this whole mission would be a waste of time. Agent Kennedy considered M.I.A. now was, yes, one of the greatest, if not the best, agent they had ever had. Still, your superiors couldn't waste any more resources on finding Agent Kennedy as if they ever tried. As if they cared about him in the first place.

It had to be your close relationship and accomplishments with Leon Kennedy as your partner that allowed you to take five people whom you could trust. And some big name helped your case up in the hierarchy.

Your official mission was to search for what they did in that laboratory and find a cure. It's always about a cure. Your unofficial one? Find what the heck happened to Agent Kennedy.

When you arrive at the old laboratory facility, you understand the place is a maze. With numerous floors underground, you went in the front as the most experienced and the leader of that mission.

"Are you really willing to sacrifice the life of five agents for one?"

As you and your team start going down more levels, it is clear how easy it is to get lost in that place. You don't even know why and how they sent Leon alone here for the first time, especially with the amount of infected appearing from different rooms attracted by the lights and sounds. Your team takes it one by one quick, but it's clear as day no one was supposed to come to this place in the first place.

As you start going down more levels, the amount of Infected rises. You try to think like Leon would like he taught you: search for any way to get into their plans, the most secure way to get there without putting your team at risk.

You finally get to an open and dark area where the number of infected practically lessens. Zeroes.

There is no sound ahead of you, and the air becomes stagnated. Something is down there: waiting and observing your group. You warn your team to pay attention when you hear shots from behind you, followed by a horrified scream and someone getting ripped apart. Then, just darkness and the same silence as before.

That can't be a normal infected. You have read about this: some infected are different and showcase special abilities, making them harder, almost impossible, to kill. You dash to the back, where your team member disappeared, pointing the flashlight to the walls. You see a black mass moving away inside the darkness, too fast for you to reach.

Before you can assess the situation, the team member in front gets suddenly dragged away without even screaming. You go into high alert mode, warning your team to focus on any signs of this Infected, clearly faster than the normal ones.

Maybe the answer to what happened to Leon.

One by one, the rest of your team members get taken down. You don't know what or where to shoot. This Infected had to be at least uncommon or Special. With no other option, you and the last team member run away. You tell him to run first, protecting his back, squinting your eyes so you could see.

When you are almost on the 3rd floor, the special infected pounces above your head, immediately killing your team member with its giant claw. It has the body format of a human, making sure the claw is pierced all the way down inside the body. It makes no sound, his back toward you, a low growl echoing in the darkness.

You gulp, slowly raising your flashlight as the monster turns in your direction, looking directly at you.

It is Leon.

Except it isn't Leon anymore. Whatever was left of him was gone, infected by this virus.

Instead of an arm, a huge black claw comes from his sleeve, long enough to almost drag across the floor, and another grows from his other sleeve. You bite your lip, holding back a sob or a scream, watching his pale skin. How long has he been here? Leon retracts his lips, growling low, his blue eyes more yellow now.

In a perilous situation, some people flee or fight. Some beg. You decide to do the most illogical thing.

"Leon?"

You want to say there is a sign of recognition as if Leon S. Kennedy is still there, though deep down, you know it is impossible. Your partner. Your friend. The man you admire. He shouldn't have ended like this. The tears come out of your eyes, but Leon doesn't stop, moving toward you.

"LEON!"

Nothing. You dragged your team down here, and Leon killed them all. How selfish. You deserve to die for what you did. And if Leon ever came to his senses, this would have destroyed him.

An unfair mission to save a man who never deserved to die.

Life is so fucking stupid.

You start shooting through Leon's head, momentarily stopping him. Your only chance is to escape him because you don't think you can kill him.

You dash, passing Leon, but you know you can't outrun him for long. Maybe you deserve him piercing your body with his claws.

For some reason, Leon stayed stuck in this facility. Maybe Leon is trying to keep himself down there, not to hurt anyone because he is still deep in that creature, a small part of him, and you brought people to be killed in a vain attempt to save him.

You have to find some sanity in this madness. A reason to continue fighting.

You communicated through the comms a single word: "Extermination."

It is what Leon would have wanted, it is what you deserve. You just have to keep them in there until it happens.

Those are the longest fifteen minutes of your life. Maybe your superiors knew something beforehand because, by the time the bomb was prepared, it took them less than thirteen minutes. Which made you wonder if they weren't trying to get off you in the first place.

Less than two minutes now, and your job is entertaining the infected. You disturbed the wasp's nest, you deal with it. Leon is right behind you, taking down infecteds as nothing so he can get to you. You count the seconds for him to pounce and impale you, but he doesn't.

Dying right now would be your biggest reward.

Someone hurries you to get out of there. Do you really deserve it, though? Leon is dead. Your team members died horribly and painfully because of you.

"Do you know what you will do after all of this?"

It was the end of your first mission with your new partner. You two sit by a cliff, your legs dangling, Leon lying in the grass at your side. Dirty but alive. Maybe a sprain in your ankle, and Leon has his arm in an improvised sling from your shirt, but you live to see another beautiful orange sunset.

"There is an "after" all of this?" Leon jokes, making you giggle. "Get dinner?"

"Yeah? But after all of this? Retiring and moving to a paradise, maybe?"

Leon thinks for a moment, his eyes going to the sky. The helicopter to take you to safety sounds closer when Leon finally answers, the emotions emphasizing every word of his sentence.

"I am going to live."

You make a decision. Less than a minute now for the bomb to blow up.

You are going to live.

For yourself, for Leon.

With a sudden shot of adrenaline passing through your veins, you run to the exit, not looking back. The thousands of growls and Leon follow you, but you ignore that. Bullets will be useless by the amount you have dragged. Someone on the comms asks your location, and you urge them to throw the bomb no matter what, bringing the zombies closer to the surface. Before you exit, closing the last door behind you, you quickly glance over your shoulder.

It is like those movie scenes when you cross your eyes with someone and have a conversation with them, just with your eyes. Yours cross with Leon's yellow ones, and in that milli second, before you close the door behind you, you ask for forgiveness. You apologize for bringing your team members into your mess. You tell him you shouldn't live, but you will. You tell him how much you love him. You apologize that the world never treated him with kindness.

The door closes behind you, and you continue running, hearing the jets getting closer. 9, 8, 7…

The roar in the door sounds like a scream. As if Leon is telling you to escape, to forget about him and not look back.

At precisely one second, when the door finally can't take it anymore, and you are meters away, three bombs get thrown, exploding the facility and everything inside. With the blast, you hit your head when you get pushed by the explosion.

You turn around, still lying down, stomach up, to look at the sky, breathing deeply. It is still blue, but you can't see stars with the smoke left by the bombs; you are like that empty sky right now, no stars, no moon, nothing.

"I am going to live." You whisper to the night without stars. As a secret or a broken promise, only time will tell.

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bratshaws · 5 months

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through the hourglass 389. brb x oc

a/n: MOE FLUFF, they deserve it(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none

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“There must be some other place you liked to go.”

He hums, burying his face in the pillow, barely awake when he hears Bea’s voice, “Hmmm,what?’ he asks, they got back from the beach a while ago and they just flopped on the bed…amongst other things, honestly, and now Rooster was happily spent, watching his wife wander around wearing nothing but the robe the hotel had given them.

“You showed me the beach, are there any other places?’ she smiles sweetly, tilting her head at him.

Rooster blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep as he propped himself up on his elbows to look at Beatrice. Her smile was infectious, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his chest at the sight of her.

"Oh, uh, yeah," he replied, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, "There's this hiking trail not too far from here. It leads to a secluded waterfall. It's...really beautiful."

Beatrice's eyes lit up with excitement at Rooster's words, her curiosity piqued by the prospect of exploring another hidden gem with him. "That sounds amazing," she exclaimed, "I'd love to check it out. When do you want to go?"

Rooster grinned, feeling a sense of anticipation building within him at the thought of sharing another adventure with Beatrice. "How about tomorrow morning?" he suggested eagerly, "We can pack a picnic and make a day of it."

Beatrice nodded enthusiastically, her smile widening at the prospect of spending the day exploring with Rooster by her side. "Sounds perfect," she agreed, "I can't wait."

“We never hiked together.” he mutters “I dunno why.”

She shrugs “Time? Perhaps. Maybe that’s a reason, we are both really busy and with the kids now, time is of the essence.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, a hint of regret tugging at his heart as he considered Beatrice's words. "Yeah, time seems to slip away from us sometimes," he admitted softly, "But I'm glad we're making the effort to spend more time together now."

Beatrice smiled at Rooster's sentiment, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her. "Me too," she murmured, reaching out to take his hand in hers, "Our time together is precious, and I want to make the most of every moment. Especially now that you are calmer"

Rooster squeezed Beatrice's hand gently, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes. "You make me calmer.”

She smiles more,kissing his forehead ‘...are you okay now? Are you feeling better than before?”

Rooster sighed contentedly, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders at Beatrice's gentle touch. He leaned into her hand , relishing the warmth of her presence as he took a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm feeling better," he replied honestly, his voice filled with gratitude, "Being here with you, it's like...everything else just fades away. You have a way of calming me like no one else can."

Beatrice smiled, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her. She brushed a strand of hair away from Rooster's forehead, her touch gentle and reassuring. "I'm glad," she murmured softly, "You mean everything to me, Roos. I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy," he assured her, his voice filled with sincerity, "Because I have you. You're my happiness, Bea. Always."

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his palm before snuggling closer to him."I love you, Roos," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "And if you are okay, then i am okay.” she says softly, letting her bare chest touch his equally bare arm.

Rooster pulled Beatrice into a warm embrace, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the woman who had captured his heart in a way he never thought possible.

"I love you too, Bea," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion, “And ditto.”

And in that moment, as they held each other close, Rooster and Beatrice knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with - unbreakable, unwavering, and eternal. And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, the promise of a new day stretching out before them. Rooster and Beatrice woke up early, their excitement visible as they prepared for their hike to the secluded waterfall.

They packed a picnic basket with sandwiches, fruit, and snacks, along with a blanket to sit on by the waterfall, just a little grocery run outside the hotel. Rooster checked the weather forecast one last time, ensuring that they were prepared for whatever nature had in store for them.

"Ready to go, gorgeous?" Rooster asked, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he held out his hand to Beatrice.

Beatrice grinned back at Rooster, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she took his hand in hers. "Ready as I'll ever be," she replied eagerly, "You think we’ll need anything else?”

Rooster shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as he squeezed Beatrice's hand gently. "Nah, we've got everything we need right here," he said warmly, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes, "Just you, me, and the great outdoors."

"I couldn't agree more," she murmured, her voice filled with anticipation, "Let's go then.”

And with that, they set off . It wasn’t that long until they got on their hike, the sun warm on their faces as they followed the winding trail through the forest. The air was alive with the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze, the scent of pine filling their lungs with every breath.

Rooster pointed out different plants and animals along the way, his enthusiasm infectious as he shared his knowledge of the natural world with Beatrice.

Beatrice listened intently, hanging on Rooster's every word as she marveled at the beauty of their surroundings and him. She couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the world around them, grateful for the opportunity to explore it with the man she loved by her side.

“...I love seeing how passionate you are about this,Roos.”

Rooster's smile widened at Beatrice's words, a warm glow spreading through his chest at her appreciation. He reached out to take her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers as they walked along the trail.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, Bea," he replied softly, his voice filled with warmth, "I've always had a deep connection to nature. It's where I feel most at peace."

Together, they walked in companionable silence, lost in the beauty of their surroundings as they made their way deeper into the forest. The sun dappled through the canopy of trees, casting a warm glow over the forest floor as they followed the winding path.

After a while, they came to a clearing in the forest, the sound of rushing water echoing in the distance. Rooster's eyes lit up with excitement as he led Beatrice towards the sound, his heart racing with anticipation.

"We're almost there," he exclaimed eagerly, his voice filled with excitement, "Just a little further."

Beatrice smiled at Rooster's enthusiasm, her heart pounding with excitement as they approached the secluded waterfall. She could hear the sound of water cascading over rocks, the air alive with the scent of fresh water and damp earth.

And then, they emerged from the trees, and Beatrice gasped in awe at the sight before her. The waterfall tumbled over a rocky cliff, its crystal-clear waters sparkling in the sunlight as it crashed into a pool below.

"It's beautiful," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder, "Absolutely breathtaking."

Rooster grinned at Beatrice's reaction, his heart swelling with pride as he watched her take in the beauty of the waterfall. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they stood together on the edge of the pool, feeling the spray of water on their faces.

"I'm glad you like it," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Beatrice's temple, "It's one of my favorite places in the world."

“After the beach?”

“Close.’

She smiles, ‘How did you find this place? There’s no one here either.”

Rooster chuckled softly at Beatrice's question, "Ah, now that's a story," he replied, "You remember I told you I was a boy scout,right?’

“For a short while,yes.”

Rooster nodded, "Yeah, well, one summer camp, we went on a hiking trip through these woods," he explained, "And our scout leader showed us this hidden waterfall as a reward for completing the hike. I never forgot about it."

Beatrice's eyes widened with interest, captivated by Rooster's story as she listened intently. "So you've known about this place since you were a kid?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Rooster nodded, his smile widening as he looked down at Beatrice. "Yeah, it's been a secret spot of mine ever since," he admitted, "I used to come here whenever I needed to clear my head too, to be alone with my thoughts. But now, I'm glad to share it with you." he pauses “Stopped comin’ here after mom got sick, it was too far from the hospital…”

Beatrice's heart ached at Rooster's words, her eyes filling with sympathy as she reached out to take his hand in hers. She squeezed his hand gently, "I'm sorry, Roos," she murmured softly, her voice filled with compassion, "I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you."

Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice's words, and he squeezed her hand back, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes. "It was tough," he admitted quietly, "But …it’s nice, to share this with you. It makes me happy to.”

Beatrice's heart swelled with love for the man beside her, her eyes shining with emotion as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Rooster's lips. After a moment, Beatrice pulled away, her gaze lingering on Rooster's face as she spoke. "Thank you for sharing this place with me, Roos," she said softly, "It means more to me than you'll ever know."

Rooster smiled, his heart swelling with gratitude for the woman beside him. "I'm just glad I get to share it with you," he replied warmly, "You make everything better."

With that, they settled down by the pool, spreading out the blanket and unpacking their picnic basket. She was gentle as she set everything up and his heart was just so…filled.

He leans up on a fist, smiling at her as he sits down. She smiles confusedly, “What?”

Rooster shook his head, his smile widening at Beatrice's adorable confusion. "Nothing," he replied with a chuckle, "You are just fucking beautiful."

Beatrice blushed at Rooster's compliment, her cheeks flushing pink as she met his gaze with a shy smile. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, her voice tinged with affection, "Pretty handsome for an old man."

Rooster laughed, the sound echoing through the clearing as he leaned in closer to Beatrice. "Old man, huh?" he teased, "Watch it, or I might just have to show you how much stamina this old man has."

Beatrice's eyes widened in mock horror, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "Is that a threat or a promise?" she shot back, her voice filled with amusement.

Rooster chuckled, his heart swelling with love for the woman beside him. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Beatrice's ear, his touch gentle and tender. "Take it however you want, gorgeous," he replied with a wink, "But either way, I'm not letting you leave this waterfall without a proper kiss."

Beatrice laughed, the sound music to Rooster's ears as she leaned in to press her lips to his. They kissed softly at first, their lips moving together in perfect harmony as they lost themselves in the moment.

And then, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as Rooster wrapped his arms around Beatrice and pulled her closer. They melted into each other, their bodies pressed together as they shared a moment of pure bliss.

As they finally pulled away, Beatrice rested her head against Rooster's chest, her heart pounding with love for the man beside her.

Rooster pressed a tender kiss to Beatrice's forehead, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the woman who had captured his heart in a way he never thought possible. “This is kinda romantic, ain’t it?”

‘Kinda?”

‘Well,yeah, the waterfall and such.”

She smiles up at him, “Everything you do is romantic, Roos.”

"Well, I aim to please," he replied with a playful grin, "But I gotta admit, Mother Nature deserves most of the credit for this one."

Beatrice chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she snuggled closer to Rooster. "True," she conceded, "But you know what they say, it's not where you are, but who you're with that makes the moment special."

Rooster's grin widened at Beatrice's sentiment, feeling a rush of warmth flood his chest at her words. He leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin as he whispered softly, "Keep doin’ that and you just might make me blush.”

“Good.”

He chuckles,kissing her forehead"Care for a sandwich, gorgeous?" he asked, his voice warm with affection.

Beatrice smiled back at Rooster, accepting the sandwich with a grateful nod. "Thank you, Roos," she replied, her voice soft, "You always know how to take care of me."

He smiles even more, “Always,gorgeous.”

#im happy yall are still here #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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hi. i always see your analysis and theories in my dash and they're always so well thought and interesting and conecting a lot of things i personally would never think to conect but actually make so much sense when put like that

so hm, not to be weird online, but how does one learn to like interpret and understand what's going on on a piece of midia, yk, cause only consuming doesn't do it? Anyway

your edits are really nice

FIRST OFF this is soo nice omg thank you <333 also never worry about being weird online i'm always more unhinged, this is an unhinged space

which ironically is kind of the best way to get good at literary analysis tbh! I wrote a post about it here but that was more on how to organize thoughts / write meta > finding the things to write meta about (aka the "this feels gratuitous" draft is still in my drafts as we speak — might be time to clean it and some others up and post it).

In a lot of ways there tends to be like.... two main avenues for analysis? Which is an oversimplification but is making sense to me in the moment, and I'd specify the divide is

Treating characters like people (characterization, relationships) vs treating characters like tools (motifs, symbols, plot structure, dynamics).

Ideally, a narrative merges these two things so completely it's hard to separate, and I think TDP does an extaordinarily good job at it. I'll call this marriage Theme since its the main idea(s) of the Story/Narrative and everything should at its best be working together in service of the Theme if you want something cohesive.

I'll use Callum and Rayla as an example just cause I think they exemplify a Lot of how/why this all works and works as well as it does.

If I want to write about Callum and Rayla's internal psyches, i.e. where does Callum's temper or Rayla's gruffness come from? I'm going to look at them as people. They're going to have consistent triggers, responses, contradictory emotions or emotional reactions, etc. This is like the how you wrap a present, the colour and feel of the paper. Any character in a story can technically have any kind of personality, i.e. an assassin can be sweet and snarky (like Rayla) or stoic and rigid (Runaan). That's not all they are, of course, but the characters' personalities often times affect how and why we ship what we do, or have certain favourites, etc.

For example, Callum's primary Narrative Purpose is to be a human mage. He's there to explore the range of possibilities a human who wants/chases magic in the story can have, and we pretty closely follow his magical journey of feeling powerless, struggling and achieving primal magic, and guilt and desperation that drives him to dark magic. But absolutely none of this means that Callum needed to have a temper.

To see the way a character trait can be married to a motif (repeating symbol) let's look at Rayla. Rayla can be secretive — not telling people everything and being closed off about her emotions — and often leaves to try do things on her own, occasionally flat out disappearing. These are her personality traits (characterization), most of these psychological aspects come back to not feeling like she deserves help or not wanting to hurt people, thereby hurting her relationships. She's a person.

At the same time, these traits help us as the audience understand and grasp how the series treats the Moon and its arcanum. The Moon is a symbol, and it's all about changing faces, secrets, and illusions. We don't know whether the ideas for the Moon arcanum (which seem to be loosely taken from Tarot) or Rayla's personality came first, but it's clear that at some point they merged to reflect each other.

If I want to talk about Rayla as a person, I'll talk about how her personality/choices affect her relationships. If I want to talk about how she reflects her primal or how she choices affect the plot, I'll be talking more about structure. If I want to talk about how both of those things say, in a speculative meta about Callum connecting to the Moon arcanum as he understands Rayla (and himself) better, then I'd be talking about both simultaneously (theme).

But those are all like, examples of how you can break stuff down that you see. How do you go looking for stuff / know what to break down?

1) Pick a piece of media, ideally one you already feel very comfortable and familiar with. Book, show, whatever. This familiarity means you can focus less on the processing the plot and more about other elements of the story. Then watch or read the thing but try to pay attention to like, a few pre-chosen ideas or themes. It could be the theme of power, or — I'm thinking for something like ATLA - how the characters reflect their elements (Aang is evasive and avoidant, and air is light and breezy, etc).

For a TV show in particular, it can mean breaking things down scene by scene in an episode to see what the anchoring idea of it, i.e. 1x06 in TDP is all about Soren, Claudia, and Rayla keeping secrets. Soren and Claudia keep their secrets and isolate themselves, because isolationism in the series is usually Bad; Rayla shares her secret, because working through problems and letting people help you (being collaborative) is Good, etc. These messages are pretty consistent throughout the rest of the show as well.

If applicable, I'd recommend starting out with stories where you already know the ending and/or even better, the story itself is aware you know the ending from the beginning (i.e. in Titanic, you always know the ship is going to sink). This can help you pick up on dramatic irony (everyone emphasizing the ship won't sink) as well as setup (the movie making sure we know there's not enough boats, people making the boat go faster, the moment the ship hits the iceberg literally separating Jack and Rose from each other to set up what happens later, etc).

2) If you wanna learn how to analyze, to a certain degree you have to learn to shut down your feelings and biases. This doesn't mean that feelings can't affect how you analyze, or dictate what you want to analyze (I feel very positively towards TDP and therefore I want to deeply analyze it! same with Rayllum) but it does mean leaving "I want this thing so it has to happen" at the door — or vice versa.

The best example I can give is a hypothetical one. For example, it kind of doesn't matter if I — personally — think that Callum and Rayla have known each other that long to know each other well. (I don't, for the record, but bear with me.) In the Text of the Story, they know each other incredibly well, and more to the point, thematically, their senses of self are so incredibly intertwined that them affirming each other's senses of self is like... the only place we could be going. Rayla is "Rayla saves people," so by saving a possessed Callum she's saving herself, and if she goes to kill him, she's likewise metaphorically going to be killing herself (her own sense of identity), etc.

Or for a non-ship example, my real life feelings about monarchy don't matter. I don't like monarchy, I think most western monarchies are crap... and I'd be silly if I brought those feelings into TDP's discussion of monarchy, because they're using monarchy as a vessel to discuss things like power, responsibility, and growing up, particularly for Ezran and Janai (and how often do we see non-white monarchies in media anyway?). And if I want to engage with those themes, then I have to engage with TDP's discussion of monarchy.

It's kind of like how even if something in a story grosses you out or makes you uncomfortable, you have to be really damn sure that wasn't an Intentional writing choice on Purpose or a chance for self reflection before it's launched as a complaint.

Doing this kind of awareness and predictive work also means you'll get better at predicting where stories might be going and leaving ahead of time if something is going off the rails / not going your way (in a bad way).

3) Growing a list of common themes and symbols that stories tend to have. Birds = freedom, chains = entrapment and coercion, grief, identity (particularly in coming-of-age stories), etc. If you have a loose idea of what to look for, that means you can also start to look at the specifics of how stories use these themes/symbols. For example, Midsummer Night's Dream and Romeo and Juliet both feature a theme of love amongst forbidden lovers, but the first is a comedy (love conquers all, even if it makes people foolish) and the second is a tragedy (love is not always enough to conquer hate/violence/our worst impulses).

For example in TDP, although it was in the background in s1-s3, light and darkness has now become a very overt motif (repeated symbol) in both dialogue and imagery. Tracking what those things represent or how the show complicates their meaning (light isn't always good, etc) can help indicate where certain characters or plot beats are going.

This can also mean trying to notice consistent metaphors (i.e. dark magic is often consumed by the caster for spells / referenced with cannibalistic language; dark magic corruption is increasingly seen as spreading sickness/illness) and then being on the lookout for the next time(s) they show up. So much of media literacy / critical thinking is just being able to explain/figure out why you think what you think (with evidence) and it's always a skill that can be nurtured and improved

End of Blabbing

Very long winded but hopefully helpful, and always feel free to ask more questions and/or DM if you'd like! I always love talking about stuff like this and it's such a treat tbh <3

#thanks for asking #anonymous #writing advice #the english major strikes again #long post #analysis series

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turn back the clock - rafe cameron

summary: your boyfriend breaks up with you days before your best friend's wedding. you're dreading having to face it alone, but when some behind-the-scenes tampering by the bride brings you back into contact with your high school crush, more comes to light than you could've ever imagined.

a/n: thank you to ri for helping me decide which current wip to finish and this post i saw on ig for inspiring it in the first place. i love second chance romance so much and the obx3 trailer made me wanna start writing for rafe again so here we are lmao.

this has been in google drive hell since august and i finished the rest of it all in one go at midnight when i was supposed to be doing homework. so i hope you enjoy

wc: 4.2k

warning(s): small bit of angst at the beginning but basically all fluff, like toothrotting. also reader was a college track athlete but nothing else about her is described

(no i will not stop using this gif of him in the blue suit<333)

You didn’t really wanna have to make this call. Instead, you just wanted to stew in your own misery, watch some sappy rom-coms that make you feel even worse about what happened, and maybe go out and buy a couple pints of ice cream.

But the day wasn’t supposed to be about you. And you owed it to Elizabeth to at least explain why you might be in a vaguely shitty mood at her wedding.

Honestly, though—you should have expected this.

“He what?”

“Liz—” you started, but you knew once she got going there was no bringing her down until she was done.

“He broke up with you?”

“Yes,” you said, and you clenched your free hand in a fist to keep from choking up. He didn’t deserve any of your time, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you weren’t hurting. It didn’t mean tears didn’t well up every time you thought about him. “He just sprung it on me out of nowhere last night. I thought we were doing pretty well, but,” you let out a watery laugh, “I guess not.”

“I can’t believe him,” she seethed. “I told you not to trust guys with J names, and Jason is like, the biggest offender! I told you the moment we met him at that frat party he was bad news—”

“You don’t need to go on a rant!” you interrupted with a laugh. “I already know how much of a jerk he is— well, I might’ve just had my eyes opened to it, but I know. I just wanted to tell you that I’m… going through some stuff, I guess, in case I seem off during all the planning. But that’s all—you have to promise me that none of the focus is gonna be on me, because this is your day.”

“...Okay,” she said after some hesitation, “but you can still rant to me whenever you want. Just because you’re one of my bridesmaids doesn’t mean all you have to talk about is the wedding.”

“How can I not talk about the wedding all the time?” you exclaimed. “Lizzie, I’ve been involved in so much of the process with you that it’s basically all I can think about. This is the most excited I’ve been for anything ever.”

“Didn’t your brother get married last year?” she said.

“You know what I mean,” you chuckled. “I just can’t believe you’re getting married, and to Nate, too. It feels like it was just yesterday that you were telling me about the cute boy in your trig class, and six years later and you’re marrying him in a week.”

You could hear the smile in your words. “It really does feel like yesterday, huh? I remember going on and on about how much I liked him after that group project we got stuck together for—y’know, your encouragement was the only reason I ended up asking him out.”

“Then I’m glad I kept bothering you,” you said with a smile of your own. “You guys are so great together.”

“I just wish you would’ve taken my—” Liz suddenly stopped talking on the other end, and you frowned a bit.

“What?”

“...Nothing,” she said very suspiciously after a pause. “I, uh— I just remembered there’s something I need to do. Wedding related. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah—” you said, but she had already hung up. You chuckled and shook your head as you set your phone down.

You didn’t really know what that was about, but you were looking forward to the wedding—it didn’t matter that you were suddenly single.

You and Liz had been best friends since you were put next to each other in the seating chart in sixth grade science—and even though she went to NC A&T and you were all the way at San Diego State, you talked basically every day for all four years of college. Sometimes you even made the flights to see each other, and it was worth every single dollar.

It made you feel a lot better, knowing she had your back (and knowing that she had likely already blacklisted Jason from the guestlist made you feel pretty good too).

What you didn’t know, though, was that what she was doing at that moment would make the wedding night a whole lot more interesting for you.

And it all had to do with one Rafe Cameron from high school.

The air was thick with a thousand different perfumes and the stiffness of hairspray along with a whole lot of anxiety as a result of the eight bridesmaids who inhabited the room trying to make sure they looked their best before the procession started in T-10 minutes.

You were, of course, stressed as well. It was like everything that was fine for the months leading up to the wedding had suddenly decided to go wrong just to spite you. You’d forgotten to take a tag off of your dress and it was digging into a very particular spot of your back, your hair was not cooperating—Ariel and India and Natasha might have said that you looked beautiful, but it was just not working with you—and you were about to run out of your favorite mascara. All small things, but they were beginning to add up.

And to add to your stress, your phone started to go off. When you opened it, you saw it was a text from Lizzie.

girl I am so sorry to ask you this I know we’re so close to the start

but Ayana just told me that she left my bouquet on the table in the sideroom of room 139, she forgot to take them out of the vase!

sisters aren’t even on top of things when they’re your maid of honor apparently 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

you’re the closest to the room and the only other person I can trust rn because Im going slightly wedding crazy, can you please get it??? I will love you more than my future husband and you will have my eternal gratitude

using my track past against me i see

you are pushing it babe

I know

help me obi-wan kenobi you’re my only hope

lol

dw I got this 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

You are my savior and all your drinks are on me next time we go out

You sighed and shook your head, slipping your heels off in favor of the flats you came here in. The last thing you needed was to break an ankle before the procession.

“I’ll be back!” you announced to the rest of the bridesmaids—though you weren’t sure any of them heard you in the havoc—before you ran out of the room. You were thankful this dress had a slit.

It took a minute for you to get there, makeup and hair still intact, but when you did you didn’t see a vase. You huffed a sigh and got to work going through everything. The actual last thing you needed was for Liz to not have her bouquet as she walked down the aisle.

“Oh— I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know there was another person in here.”

You turned around from your crouched spot on the floor at the voice, and you nearly toppled over when you saw who it was.

“Rafe?” you marveled. Though it was posed as a question, there was no doubt about it. You’d only thought about him basically every day for all of high school.

He said your name with the same surprise, his eyes widening slightly at the same time as he stared at you for a moment too long. You swore his eyes went up and down, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks, when he blinked and shook his head. A wide smile spread across his lips in its place, and it did the same sort of thing to you that it did in high school. You weren’t immune to a Rafe Cameron grin as a freshman, and apparently you weren’t as a college graduate either. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to find Lizzie’s bouquet ten minutes before the wedding,” you said with a slight laugh. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, Topper left his pocket square in here, apparently,” he said. “We drove here together, and he’s the best man so he’s scrambling all over the place, and—” Rafe paused and he breathed a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the same way they did in high school. “You get the idea.”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “I had no idea you were gonna be at the wedding. I—” you chuckled and shook your head. “I guess I forgot that you and Nate went to UNC together.”

“Yeah.” Rafe laughed again, though it was a bit nervous as he ran a hand through his hair, stuffing his other hand in his pocket. “It’s uh— it’s been forever since I’ve seen you, though. What, the last time we actually had a conversation was—”

“That one party at UNC,” you supplied, and you stood up, leaning against the countertop. “The one that Liz dragged me to when I came to visit her for spring break sophomore year. We saw each other there.”

“...Yeah,” Rafe repeated, and his smile softened. “Yeah, it was then. I didn’t know you remembered that.”

“‘Course I did,” you said. “I mean, the last time before that was the huge party you, Kelce, and Topper all threw in the last week of summer. Before we all went our separate ways.”

“Oh, that was…” he laughed as he bowed his head a bit. “That was something. Uh, it should be a rule pre-college boys should not be allowed to be around that much alcohol without supervision. I’m surprised no one died that night.”

You grinned as the memory of it all came back. It was hard to believe that it was one of the last times you saw Rafe. That it was the last time you saw Rafe for two whole years, and the next time you got even the slightest glimpse of him was a minute long conversation with your very drunk self before you were dragged out by your one sober friend.

Seeing Rafe was the only thing you remembered from that night.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long,” you said, your voice a bit softer. “College really did something to us, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, and his smile faded the slightest bit. “Being on separate coasts’ll do that to you.”

Your expression softened, and you were about to say something when your phone buzzed in your hand. Panic jolted through you for just a moment before you read what the texts said.

just kidding lol. It turns out that Alicia got the flowers when she was picking up the drinks from there for the reception

crisis averted!!

I’ll still cover your drinks though since I prob gave you a mini heart attack and Im very sorry about that

“Huh,” you said, and you glanced back up at Rafe. “Looks like I was sent on a mission for flowers that weren’t even here.”

“Elizabeth’s probably all over the place,” he said. “I mean, I’ve been kinda stressed out and I’m not even part of the wedding party. Bridal nerves have gotta be a lot worse.” But then Rafe paused and took his phone out of his pocket, and his brow creased.

“What’s got you lookin’ like that?” you asked.

“Huh,” he said. “Topper actually just had his pocket square in his… other pocket. So I guess I was here for nothing then, too.”

A laugh bubbled out at that. “We’ve got some very organized friends today, huh?”

“Seems so,” he agreed with a smile. “But I’m glad he misplaced it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Rafe nodded, and he shrugged. “I got to see you.”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks at an astronomical rate, and you had never been more thankful for your phone to buzz.

But seriously you gotta finish getting ready we have like five minutes left before the organ starts playing

liz if this was not your day i would be so mad at you

please. you can never be mad at me

“I gotta go before I single handedly ruin this whole procession,” you joked, and you went past the entrance and Rafe. But just as you got a few steps away, you turned around and smiled. “I’m also glad that Liz sent me here.”

Rafe chuckled, smiling inwardly as you hurried away. You didn’t know it, but his eyes didn’t leave you for a second.

The wedding ceremony went fabulously.

You got back in time and finished getting ready—for some reason, you felt a lot more confident in your appearance—and walked down the aisle arm in arm with a very lovely groomsman before taking your place at the front of the bridesmaid line.

You cried. A lot.

When you saw Liz walking down the aisle, when you looked up at Nate and saw the way he gazed at her with all the stars in his eyes, when her father gave her away, when they said their vows, when they kissed, when they walked off—you were a mess basically the entire time. Thank god for waterproof mascara.

And then when you sat with the bridesmaids for the Liz and Nate's first dance and the parent dances, you cried again. And when Ayana gave her Maid of Honor speech and Topper gave his Best Man speech—you were like a waterfall. A complete mess, but a very happy one at that.

But you managed to stop by the bathroom and fix yourself up in record time before you all went off to your normal seating charts, and god, you had never been more glad to have done so when you walked in and saw who was at your table.

Liz either knew everything or nothing, because this... this was really something.

“So we meet again,” Rafe said, another easy smile appearing as he turned to look at you. “Looks like this wedding is trying to make up for all the years we missed.”

You chuckled and took your seat next to him. “Guess so. It’s not an easy feat, though.”

“Six years was a long time,” he said.

“Didn’t really help that my parents sold our house in the OBX after I graduated,” you said dryly. “I missed all those Rafe Cameron summers during college.”

“‘Rafe Cameron summer’?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t realize there was a word for it.”

“What can I say?” you shrugged. “I graduated with an English minor. It allows me to make up phrases whenever I want.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding sagely. “I guess my… finance concentration means I control the stock market?”

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re ridiculous. It obviously means you’re the head of the treasury. Keep up, Rafe.”

“My bad.” He held up his hands with mock austerity. “Our time apart is the reason for such a ridiculous mistake.”

You smiled, but it sobered a bit and you bit your lip. “On a serious note,” you said, “I’m… I’m really sorry.”

Rafe frowned. “For what?”

“For that time apart,” you said. “I came back to North Carolina more than a few times to visit Liz and some other friends, but I never came to see you. We were— we were good friends, Rafe, and I shouldn’t have just disappeared on you like that all because I was at a different college.”

Somehow, his brow furrowed even deeper. “What? You can’t possibly be blaming yourself for this—people grow apart in distance. That… that just happened to us. I mean, you were in California and I was in Chapel Hill. That’s crazy distance.”

“I still came back, though,” you said. “Just… never for you.”

“...I didn’t expect you to,” Rafe said, looking right in your eyes. “No matter how much…”

“What?” you asked after he trailed off.

Rafe sighed, then shook his head, trying to clear his mind before he looked back at you. “Do you wanna dance?”

“What?” you repeated, mostly because you couldn’t believe it.

“Dance with me.” He stood up and offered a hand, passing a glance at the dance floor. All of the official dances had been done already so it was open to anybody, including you and your high school crush.

“Okay,” you said with an almost breathless laugh, and you really felt like your freshman self again the way butterflies fluttered in your chest as you took his hand and walked over to an open spot.

You and Rafe fell into an easy rhythm, like you’d been doing this all your lives, and it didn’t take too long for your conversation to follow.

“So what did you get up to in all those years at SD State?” he asked. “All I really know about your college career is what I’ve gotten from Instagram and your parents’ Facebooks.”

You laughed a bit. “Regular college stuff, I guess. I did track all four years and I won some awards, which was pretty cool. Went to a lot of parties, got drunk a lot, swore off drinking a lot, studied until I thought my eyes were going to fall out, then graduated with a chemistry degree. I’ve been working as a technician in a lab for the company I interned with for the past two years.”

Rafe whistled. “‘Regular college stuff’, she says, as she describes an insane balancing act between student athlete life, partying, and schoolwork, and still being able to graduate with a STEM degree.”

“You’re such a flatterer,” you admonished, but there was no real bite in your words. “That’s one thing that’s never changed.”

“It’s easy to flatter a woman like you,” he said. “I mean, you’re out there changing the world. I feel like I’m not even worthy to stand in your presence.”

You chuckled as Rafe spun you, and as your hands joined once again you offered a coy smile.

“You know,” you said, feeling a surge of confidence with his words, “I had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

Rafe’s eyes widened slightly, but he covered it up with a well placed smile of his own. “Really?” he marveled, and he said your first and last name, “you had a crush on me?”

“Yep,” you nodded. “And she had it bad. If freshman year me could see this, she would be losing her mind.”

Rafe laughed, and it spurned butterflies in your chest yet again—they were the same kind you’d felt whenever you talked to him back then, trying to catch whatever moments you could between your busy schedule and his own responsibilities. You were too scared to admit your feelings, but you enjoyed spending time with him nonetheless.

If there was one thing this was proving, though, it was that your feelings definitely weren’t as settled as you thought.

“Well, you know,” he said thoughtfully, echoing your previous words as he brought you back to the present, “I had a pretty big crush on you in high school too.”

That completely threw you off your rhythm. So much so that you stumbled, totally missing your next steps—if it weren’t for Rafe catching you, you would’ve face planted.

“Are you good?” Rafe asked, concerned.

“You had a crush on me?” you asked instead.

He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair before you fell back into your rhythm together—he had let it grow out some, you realized, and it looked infinitely better all ruffled and mussed up than styled.

“Yeah,” he said. His smile wasn’t as confident as it always was, a boyish charm mingling with unusual shyness. “It, uh— it kinda snuck up on me. I didn’t really know how big of a crush it was until I was at your signing ceremony. Like, right after you signed the contract was when I realized I had it bad.”

“My signing ceremony?” you marveled, and you shook your head in disbelief. “You really have great timing, Rafe. Couldn’t have realized a couple years earlier when we were still in the same place?”

Rafe laughed softly. “Yeah. I really do. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make it harder for you. I mean, I was staying in the OBX for Chapel Hill, and you were taking the opportunity of a lifetime to run track in San Diego. I wasn’t gonna take your mind off of that because some hometown guy had a crush on you.”

“Some hometown guy,” you repeated, and it was your turn to laugh. “You thought that little of yourself?”

“It’s true,” he shrugged. “I was just a friend that fell for you. I mean,” he gave you a crooked smile, “not that it was hard to fall for you. Pretty sure I was one of ten guys who wanted to ask you to prom senior year.”

“Okay, that is not true at all,” you said, but you were stumbling over yourself just as quickly. He wanted to ask you to prom senior year? When the one thing that you thought about whenever you looked at him that spring was dancing with him at prom? “Grant Millwood was the only one that asked me.”

Rafe nodded with a laugh. “That was because he threatened everyone that he knew had a crush on you to make sure he would get to go with you.”

“And then he ditched me halfway through the night because he got too drunk to function off the alcohol he smuggled in himself,” you said dryly. “Yeah, he was a great date.”

“High school was the best,” Rafe said with mock austerity, “wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “I miss the kook academy every single day.”

“I still can’t believe you wanted to ask me to prom senior year,” you said, shaking your head. “Rafe, how did I not even know? Why didn’t you do it?”

“And let you miss your chance with Grant Millwood?” Rafe over exaggerated his scoff. “Please.”

A laugh spilled out as a smile shone through. “You would’ve saved high school me a lot of angst if you told her you had a crush on her, y’know. Then I wouldn’t have had to spend four years pining in high school.” And four more in college, and two more postgrad.

(God, you wish he had told you sooner. You would’ve blown all of your money on tickets to North Carolina if you had even the slightest inkling your eternal feelings weren’t eternally hopeless.)

“Goes both ways,” he said, tacking on your last name. “Why didn’t you tell me how bad you had it?”

“Because I thought that there was no chance in Hell that Rafe Cameron would ever share my feelings?” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Rafe—you know who you are, who you were. You say a couple guys wanted to ask me to prom—every girl wanted to date you. I didn’t stand a chance.”

“And yet you did,” Rafe said with a slight chuckle. He shook his head. “Y’know, if I could turn back the clock, I would’ve done so many things differently.” Rafe smiled boyishly. “I would’ve mustered the nerve to ask you to prom before Grant even got the chance. And I definitely would’ve asked you out instead of liking you in private.”

You smiled and shrugged. He liked you then when you thought there was no chance—why not now, when you also thought there was no chance?

“Who says you have to turn back the clock?”

Rafe’s own grin grew immediately, and he pulled you off to the side of the dance floor. He held your hands in his own, the cool metal of his signet ring at odds with the rough calluses on his palms brushing against your skin.

He said your name with such earnesty you felt like you could melt, and when you gazed into his eyes, you nearly did. “I think you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in every single way. I can’t believe that it took me meeting you by chance at a wedding for me to do this, but I’d like to fix a mistake I made five years ago by never doing this. Can I take you on a date?”

“Rafe Cameron,” you said, and it was a physical effort to contain the joy nearly bursting out of you, “I would love that more than anything.”

He grinned. “Great.”

And then he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in for the best kiss of your life, one that you immediately fell into with all the vigor of six years spent longing.

When he pulled away, leaving you completely breathless with widened eyes and bruised lips, his sultry whisper nearly took you out.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”

You only had eyes for Rafe as you pulled him back into a heated kiss, pulling him by the cuffs of his baby blue suit. The only thing that got you away from him was the need for air.

"Me too," you murmured.

(And in the background, you were far too dazed to hear Liz’s victorious cheer.)

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xiaosonlybeloved · 1 year

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HI HI 'LIA BAE !! Can I request an Ayato book wrapped in a Teyvat setting, with prompts 10 + 20 and a fern bookmark with a flowery scent ? ( MWUAH CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS LOVE 1778374% DESERVED + SO MUCH MORE !! LY and take care <333 )

Librarian's note- HI HI KAZUU @fuukiyo @kxfune (sorry i didnt know which one to use since u blog-hopped again haha) and omg sureee but what's it with you and ayato huh... THANK YOU SM BAE LYT take care too <3333

Book info- 10- My my, someone's gotten jealous. 20- You are my first love dear, and I promise you'll be my last Starring:- Kamisato Ayato Bookmark:- gn!reader, Scent- hurt/comfort

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"Hah. That was quite the rookie mistake you made there, [Y/N]." Your boyfriend remarked as he killed one of your cards, making you lean back in frustration. "Archons, couldn't you have spared me for once! I'm starting to think you know all my strategies by heart." "Perhaps I do." The man in front of you chuckled, making you frown. "Welp, time to make a new deck." You sighed. "I've heard that Archon cards and a Xiao card might come out soon. You can bet I'll make an amazing deck with those cards." "I've heard that a Yae Miko card is here too. That could be interesting too, you could use that." "Hmph, No thank you. I have a personal grudge against that lady." He merely chuckled again as he made his next move, winning the TCG match.

Ah yes, your boyfriend. None other than the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato. You two had met, when you had shown up to prevent an assasination attempt, not knowing that the target was Ayato himself. You got the opportunity to fight against him, after which you apologised for just showing up since you had received some inside intel about the attempt. After that, for some reason, you two just kept bumping into each other, and soon you both grew a liking to each other. Two years later, you were already dating.

It was beautiful. Despite the busy life of the head of the Yashiro Commission, Ayato never treated you as a burden on his busy schedule. In fact, he very clearly separated out time from his schedule on a daily basis for his lovely significant other, aka you. You both always treasured dearly the time you two spent together.

As you both were about to start another match, one of his servants stepped in politely. "Lord Kamisato, I apologise for the intrusion, but we have a guest waiting for you inside. Lady Yae has come all the way down the Narukami Shrine, and she wishes to talk to you." "Can't it wait?" Ayato frowned. "I'm afraid not, sir. She has already come from a while, and seems to be getting impatient." Ayato sighed in resignation. "Alright. Bring her in." Moments later, that goddamn kitsune walked in, arms crossed, with a plotting, mischievous smile on her face.

"My my, Kamisato, you sure know how to make a lady wait. Oh, and hello, dear [Y/N]. Pardon the intrusion, but I'd like to speak to Ayato here." "Go on, I'm not stopping you, am I?" You replied back, irked. "Ah, so could you leave? You know, I'd like to speak to him alone."

Gods, this crafty witch sure knew how to make you mad. First she barges in on your alone time with your boyfriend, then demands to speak with your boyfriend alone, kicking you out when she's the outsider here? You restrained the urge to punch her pretty face, because it would bring a bad name to Ayato, instead bitterly walking past her out of the room, giving her an exclusive death stare. She had the nerve to smirk back.

Well, she wanted to talk to Ayato alone, but she never did forbid me from eavesdropping, did she? So you closed the door behind you, leaving only a sliver open, through which you could peek in. And when she spoke what she wanted to, your blood boiled.

"Say, Kamisato, I've been thinking. We've known each other almost our entire lives. What if we were to get in an official relationship? Despite its good stature, you cannot deny that the Yashiro Commission is still in a sticky situation, also severly understaffed. The constant assassination attempts mustn't be making it any easier. If we were to date, it would affiliate the shrine with the Commission. With the backing of the Grand Narukami Shrine, no one would dare to touch the Yashiro Commission. Quite advantageous for both of us, don't you think?"

How dare she? How dare she? Propose this by kicking YOU, his s/o out, in OUR alone time? The sheer nerve and audacity! But then a thought entered your mind. What if she was right?

Your clan wasn't that well-known. You knew that many eyebrows had been raised when you two came out with your relationship. It would certainly be better for Ayato to be with Yae instead, because everyone knew the power her position, and very name itself held. With her in the picture, definitely no one would dare to even lay a finger on the Yashiro Commission. And Ayato's next words shocked you.

"What's in it for you, I wonder." He mused.

Your breath hitched. The fact that Ayato seemed to be actually considering this... You couldn't hear any more. You quickly left, choosing to go down to the nearby beach alone to sort out your thoughts. You didn't bother telling anyone. They do say that curiosity kills the cat.

Had everyone else in the Commission been thinking the same thing? Had they been secretly gossipping about you behind your back? You should talk to Ayato about this tomorrow. And then you would get yourself out of the picture, for Ayato's sake. You'd have to leave, to make way for that kitsune, for Ayato. You just....

As you walked along the beach, wrapped in your thoughts, evening changed into night. You seemed to have walked a long way. Tired, you plopped down onto a big rock, staring at the stars. The stars that people said decided someone's fate..

You would be lying if you said you weren't jealous of Yae Miko. She was literally perfect in every way. Flawless appearance, incredible power, appealing personality, everything someone could ever want in a lady. What were you even compared to her?

"Dear, dear me, Who is this 'her' you speak of?" A voice spoke behind you, scaring the living daylights out of you. Or living nightlights, whatever.

"Ayato?? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be talking to- to her..?" You asked, your voice breaking a tiny bit in the end. Of course, Ayato noticed. "That was hours ago, love?" He said simply. "I've been searching for you since. You know, since you just disappeared without any note whatsoever. You had me worried. Now, you seem to have a lot on your mind. Who is this her you speak of?" When you didn't respond, he took a guess. "Surely you're not referring to Miko, are you?" You responded in a small voice. "I.. I heard." You mumbled.

He immediately understood. "Ah, I see. My my, someone's gotten jealous." He chuckled. "No, it isn't that." You said hurriedly. "It's that... Maybe she is right. It would be better for everyone if you two were together, instead of us."

That stopped him short. "...You say you hear, but you clearly didn't hear everything. Or you would have heard that I immediately rejected her proposal. I don't want to be with someone I don't love, [Y/N]. So drive your worries away, darling. Because you?" He put a hand on his heart, showing a rare sincerity. "You're my first love, dear, and I promise you'll be my last."

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 6 months

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doing that ask game with titans characters because why not, right?

Classic - Fuck, Marry, Kill: Dick, Jason, Gar (I have a feeling who you'd choose for what but I wanna see it anyway)

Best Friends With Them, Roommates With Them, or 'Friends With Benefits' With Them: Donna, Kory, Dawn

On a long roadtrip - who you would trust to drive, who you would trust with the aux cord, or who you would trust to plan the whole trip: my favorite season 2 trio, whom I deserved more of: Jason, Gar, Rachel

it's so wild because on my old blog, I had a huge long post with a specific, long explanation as to why I would FMK Gar, Jason, and Dick (but I think it was Fuck, Marry, and 'best friends with' instead of kill lmao).

but here, with far less explanation:

Fuck, Marry, Kill with Dick, Jason, and Gar

I would Fuck Jason (because he's hot, but annoying), Kill Dick (because he's more annoying than hot, and maybe throw him in the Lazarus Pit afterwards. idk), and I would Marry Gar. cause he is husband material all the way <333

Best Friends With Them, Roommates With Them, or 'Friends With Benefits' With Them: Donna, Kory, Dawn

I would choose Donna for my FWB because she's too hot. I need her carnally omg.

I would choose Dawn for my roommate because looking at her and Hank's apartment, she has really good taste in decorations - from the time the apartment belonged to just Hank to the time it belonged to Hank and Dawn, she decorated it so nicely. So I feel like she would be the type of roommate to put popourri in the bathroom and have like a really nice knife set. And I want that in my life.

And so - Kory is my best friend. And I think that would be awesome, because she is the ride or die best friend. She would kill for you. Which is also something I need in my life.

On a long roadtrip - who you would trust to drive, who you would trust with the aux cord, or who you would trust to plan the whole trip: Jason, Gar, Rachel

oooh omg. I also love this trio so much. chaotic siblings

It's wild because out of these three, I would trust NONE OF THEM to drive. But if I had to pick one of them, I would pick Jason, I guess? Because he has the most experience driving. Because he drives a motorcycle and he said that he drives the Batmobile. But he still gives chaotic driver vibes.

I would trust Rachel with the aux cord. Because Gar probably listens to Minecraft parodies and FNAF music and Jason listens to trash metal (which is okay for like five minutes) - Rachel probably listens to Arctic Monkeys and synth pop and probably the emo trinity, which is good for a long drive.

Which means Gar is planning the trip. Omg. I guess that could be okay. He's probably gonna take is to see the world's biggest ball of string and he'll take us to the Goatman's bridge and then be scared when we get there. He would pack hot cheetos and mountain dew as snacks and forget water. But he has good intentions, so that's okay

Send Me 3 Characters and A Number!!

#jai<3 #my lovely moots #interactions #sundrop answers #about me #ask game #fmk #userchappell

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nerdyenby · 1 year

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Pink time :D I’m watching Grian

Pregame

Instantly losing my mind /pos

The arm wiggle looks like his mouth opening lol

“This music is relatively annoying isn’t it?” I love Grian so much you guys

MCC Grian is a mess and I love that for him

I am so excited for this team, you guys don’t understand

Bingo But Fast

“Wait, this is real” Jojo 😭

Jojo is so confused lol, it’s okay queen you got this

I’m already confused on who I’m watching, I’ve watched both Jojo and Shelby’s streams the past couple weeks lol

The way none of them noticed the elytra

WHY IS IT ACE RACE MUSIC??!!?! IM STRESSED!! I didn’t even realize the first time round lol

Jojo just saying fuck under her breath repeatedly when half the team is pg is so silly of her

They’re all kinda in their own heads but that’ll get better as they find their flow

Grian sassing chat AS HE SHOULD

“How long til bingo again?” Life really is just a period of waiting between rounds of bingo, Lizzie’s right

“I wouldn’t count on anything being normal” Real and true Shelby

Battle Box

“You should crouch down so I can get on one shoulder, Lizzie can get on the other shoulder, then Shelby can jump on your back and you can just carry us, yeah?” So true Grian

“What if we die before that happens? Well, then we’d be dead” Lizzie my beloved

Lizzie catching that picks are better than the carrots is such a good call

Aw Lizzie just got absolutely mobbed

Eat the carrot, let the impulsive thoughts win

“I think people are targeting me” “I also suffer from success”

Comms are a bit sloppy but I believe

“A win is a win” Lizzie is so real today

MCC itself has a grudge against Lizzie, this is so sad

Hole in the Wall

“I’m ready to start playing better” You got this Jojo!!

A bit off topic but I think the MCC team did a phenomenal job balancing how much players knew before the event and how much was a surprise, there’s enough of both that it’s chaotic without being overly confusing and I think the did a great job

Bill Wurtz fan club over here :))

“I just got flung and I’m not sure I deserved it” snarky Grian is best Grian

“When you said ‘off the edge’ I took that literally” Lizzie my beloved <333

Jojo’s calls are ELITE

Survival Games

I was just vibing tbh

Oh my gosh that was so intense when the border stopped one block away

Lizzie hiding in the corner and winning, queen moves only

“I think you just got scuffed” so true Grian

“I can’t tell what’s intentionally scuffed or just wasn’t thought about” that’s the magic of MCC scuffed

If you don’t know, Grian and his community have been funding a school in Ghana during every event he’s participated in and it’s absolutely incredible, go check it out and donate if you’re able :))

TGTTOSAWAF

None of them actually taking a break is so them

Lizzie going to check in on Joel is so sweet

Jojo apolozing to Ranboo <3

Literally what killed Grian lol

Sands of Time

Sand daddy Shelby <333

Jojo taking charge AS SHE SHOULD!!!

The absolute PANIC of the false chimes 😭

“I’m never going down a tunnel ever again” Lizzie 😂

Grian mvp :))

The countdown starting and Shelby just saying “ignore that” is the level of confidence I need in my life

I didn’t even see the wardens the first time round, that’s terrifying

Wait when did the get green vault? Like I heard Lizzie found the key but I just didn’t notice them actually unlocking it lol

Big Sales at Build Mart

Shelby saying fuck with her entire chest is everything actually

Remember when she was a regular on a Disney show? Now she’s dropping f-bombs on pg streams, and I love that for her

“Where’s- Oreo??” Real

It IS in color Grian 😭

They popped off :))

Skyblockle

None of them even remembering skyblockle is so funny actually, skybattle is just infinitely better and more memorable

Grian just crying when Shelby says to bridge with slabs

“I’d rather poo in my hands and clap” GRIAN

“Anyone else just wanna jump off” Lizzie no

Yeah just build a house actually, you got time lol

Grian crafting a fishing rod, you got this king

He did not, in fact, got this

Shelby being so proud of/excited for Oli is everything

He DID crash and burn, I didn’t even realize 😂

Dodgebolt

Everyone’s still confused, just as it should be in MCC Scuffed

Oh yeah, it would be the first 1v4!!

“That’s my man” Lizzie and Joel are everything

Joel not getting the 1v4 and Lizzie’s “I still love him” “That’s good because if that did it for ya”

A win for the empires team is a win for all empires peeps, so true

The chicken infection was to torment Grian specifically, actually

#MCC #mc championships #mc championship #mcc scuffed #grian #jojosolos #lizzie ldshadowlady #shubble #cw caps #cw swearing

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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Protective...huh 🤨

hey guyyyysssss <333 I'm currently writing for this au and. I wanna share.

Also writing is the only thing distracting me from the fact that I'm sick lmao

Lea get it

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The sun shone into the nursery of Casita, indicating the early morning. Mirabel cracked open her eyes, groggily reaching for her glasses as she yawned. The newly-turned 5 year old slid them onto her face, stretching as she looked around. So it wasn't a nightmare. She really was still in the nursery. Her ceremony did fail. She had no gift, no door. She wasn't like her family. Wasn't special.

Mirabel's eyes welled up with tears as she looked around. Her things still in boxes because she had been too sad that she never got to unpack and put it all back. Her ceremony dress thrown onto the other, empty and stripped bed, from when her mama helped her change into her night gown.

Looking at her ceremony dress she sniffed. What went wrong? She was a good girl, right? She was nice, helped her family and the townspeople, and always shared. So what happened?

Looking at the clock it read 8:00 a.m; an hour later than usual, she had missed waking up her family. She could already tell because she could hear some movement happening within Casita, voices too.

Mirabel frowned as she started to cry. What had she done to deserve this? She held her face in her hands, letting the tears fall. She heard Casita flip some tiles, but she didn't move. A moment later, she heard the door open. Looking up, she saw it was her abuela. Mirabel looked at her for a moment before looking away. She saw her abuela's look, she looked sad. She must be upset Mirabel didn't get a gift.

Mirabel stared at her covers as Alma sat down. She didn't look up.

"Mirabel?" Alma asked softly, moving one of her hands to cover Mirabel's small one. Mirabel didn't say anything. "Mirabel can you look at me please?" Alma asked.

Mirabel slowly looked up, glassy eyes meeting her grandmothers gentle ones. She didn't look upset or mad. Not disappointed or weirded out like Mirabel had thought. She looked a little happy if anything.

"I'm sorry," Mirabel quietly sobbed while looking at Alma. "I'm sorry I didn't get a gift. It's my fault the candle flickered," Mirabel cried, holding her Abuela's hand, looking down at it.

Alma frowned, and lifted Mirabel's face up, cupping her chubby cheeks in her hands. After using her thumbs to wipe away her tears, she kissed Mirabel on the forehead. Mirabel looked up to her Abuela in shock.

"Its not your fault. None of it was. It was that mean old candle," Alma said, and Mirabel giggled a bit at Alma's lighthearted teasing. Alma smiled as she picked up Mirabel, pulling her into her lap. "You are a gift yourself Mirabel, never forget that. You didn't fail anyome and you didn't mess up."

"Really? I'm not broken?" Mirabel asked and Alma shook her head.

"No. You are perfect the way you are. I promise," Alma said and Mirabel smiled as she hugged her Abuela. "Now. I've got a surprise for you. But first, we have to get you ready."

Mirabel's face lit up, a surprise? For her? She watched as she grandmother reached to her side and pulled something from her other side. A small, flat box. Alma handed it to the girl and she looked at it confused.

"What's this?" Mirabel questioned, looing at the neatly wrapped box.

"A birthday present," Alma said. She knew Mirabel's birthday was the day before but...she wanted to redo it. Do it right, everything had to go right. It had to be perfect.

"For me?" Mirabel as and Alma nodded. Mirabel look down, gently opening the box. She beamed at the present. It was a brand new dress. In her favorite color too! She usually wore clothes that were like her mama; after a Madrigal children got their gift, clothes that hinted their gift would be made and given to them. Mirabel wasn't given that chance but now...

"Just for you mariposa," Alma said, helping Mirabel pull it all the way out. "I know its early but I know you've been wanting one so..." Alma trailed off as Mirabel looked at it in glee.

"It's perfect!" Mirabel smiled, hugging her Abuela tightly.

"I'm glad you like it. Now, let's get you ready," Alma said and she got up. She helped her granddaughter change into her new dress, carefully tying her white ribbon into her hair after gently brushing it while humming to the small girl. Casita helped the girl put her shoes on as she excitedly hopped around the room, continuously asking her Abuela what her surprise was, though she wouldn't say.

"Are you ready to see your surprise?" Alma asked as she went to the door.

"Mhm!" Mirabel hummed happily, completely forgetting about what had happened the night before.

"Close your eyes," Alma said and Mirabel cover her eyes. Once she did, Mirabel felt Alma's gentle hands guide her to somewhere in Casita, still on the second floor. She could hear her family walking around and some giggling probably from Camilo or Luisa. "Ready?"

Mirabel giggled and nodded.

"Tres...dos...uno...surprise!" Alma shouted and so did the rest of the family (though not too loud so as to not scare or hurt Dolores). Mirabel removed her hands and gawked at the sight in front of her.

Her family surrounded her, all smiling happily as they presented the surprise. The were decorations like the day before, just more refreshed; Isabela had even sprouted a flower crown on Mirabel's head of her favorite flowers. She could smell her favorite food downstairs in the dining room, much to her pleasant surprise.

There was a banner with Mirabel's name in various colors, with butterflies painted on (those were Camilo's idea), and it hung above a door frame. A blank door. Her door frame. There, as if it hadn't simply vanished the night before. The swirling gold and sparkles emitted off of it, shining in Mirabel's eyes.

"Well? What do you think?" Alma asked her granddaughter. Alma had done this last night. She had even gotten up early, earlier than Julieta even to help get everything set up again. Once she filled in the family on what she was planning, they were all in. None of then questioned how Mirabel's door came back giving her a second chance at getting a room. They had let the girl sleep in, not only because she might have been tired, but also because they wanted to get more things set up for her in order to surprise her.

"I...I love it! Its awesome! Muchos gracias!" Mirabel smiled brightly as she clapped her hands and her family wished her (another) happy birthday. Mirabel practically tackled her abuela's knees, hugging her tightly. "Gracias Abuela, for giving me another chance," she said cuddling into Alma, the older woman happily reciprocating the hug.

"Of course Mirabel," Alma said. "You deserve it."

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Don't look too hard guys, major cringe alert 🤓

Everyday is a struggle not to spam you all with content from protective, housebroken, mario, papatonio and cocooned.

Everyday I am fighting for my life. Been thinking about making a one shot book that features things I write for the aus on this blog. With credit of course.

OK BYE GUYSSSS ILL SEE YOU LATER

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scattered-winter · 1 year

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ohhhh unpopular opinion rating!! lmao ok i will just let out saggome things cuz i too need to bitch to somebody, feel free to ignore this if you ain't feeling this tho ❤️ laugh love etc xD

1.) i liked the donor-not-dad storyline because it showed that no matter the circumstances of your conception and birth, you deserve to be loved unconditionally by your parents. i think that this will ultimately help buck to find peace with his own backstory 😭

2.) buck id not regress for choosing to date natalia?! we saw buck happily choose to only have an armchair for months after taylor (meaning he was okay with being alone), and he happily accepted his parents buying him a couch (showing that they are closer and buck is happy to have them in his life more). he went at his own pace, and we clearly see that by immediately choosing to get a new couch after the childbirth, he is finally at a place where he is ready for somebody new in his life. plus, he is the one buying his own couch, simply inviting natalia along, which is a beautiful metaphor imo

3.) alternatively, choosing eddie's couch would have been a regression even though buddies love to ignore that. buck said his past girlfriends "came with couches", meaning that those couches were not his in the first place and that none of them truly met them where he is at. we see that well with buck having no couch because taylor took hers with her when she left. buck choosing somebody else's couch again would have shown that he has not learned a lesson. so there.

3.) i think that natalia coming off strong at first is actually paralleling buck perfectly? he comes off strong, overshares often, and tends to overwhelms others. people judge her for it but… buck did worse in their second date lmao

4.) natalia stepping into buck's scary mess during the childbirth scene showed literally and metaphorically how she was willing to accept all of buck, his life and past and baggage

5.) the characters saying shit does not mean they are all-knowing! 🙄 yes, eddie said that meeting people on a call is bad, but we also know that bobby and athena met on a call and are endgame. we see these characters contradicting themselves a lot because that's how humans are. the fandom gotta stop taking the characters' words like the word of a god. the narrative's entire point is to teach them (and us) that their way of thinking may be bullshit sometimes

6.) i liked the finale. lmao 😂

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

SAY ALL THAAAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! god you're so right especially with the buddie/natalia stuff ohh my godfddd. gonna respond to these in the order u said them btw <3 because u have SO many good thoughts here and I wanna get into them

1) I also love the sperm donor storyline!! I was a little squicked at first but that was more of a "this arc has sexual themes involving pregnancy that make me, personally, kind of uncomfortable for ace reasons" than anything else. but once I got past that I LOVE what it's done for buck's arc!! and in the finale when he literally held a baby that he helped create in his arms, and the grief was tangible on his face, and then he handed the kid over to kameron??? POETIC CINEMA. I LOVE HOW THAT STORYLINE WRAPPED UP <333 and when he told connor to just love the kid?? when we all know how he was raised??????? auigghhh <33

2) and onto the couch thing!! I actually missed most of his dialogue w natalia at the end of the ep because I was still shaking from the stress and intensity of the emergency BUT I LOVE THAT!?!?!?! how he's choosing his own couch but letting her come along!?!? and that's such a great point about the metaphor of him being in a place where HE'S ready for someone in his life. and so he's letting her in but he's choosing his own couch because he understands everything the couch metaphor has been saying all this time. on GOD you are making me a bucktalia fan I'm obsessed with them <3

2.1). there's a phenomenon in this fandom where fans will outright ignore things in canon/twist it to fit the Buddie Agenda and the WORST thing is that the buddie subsection of this fandom is like a fucking HIVEMIND. the theories are made, sometimes even taking canon and twisting it around to Fit Buddie, and then everyone just takes it and runs with it. everyone freaks out abt the couch theory in particular. so you hit the nail exactly on the head with the couch metaphor thing because everyone LOOOVES to say buck needs to choose eddie's couch but that's exactly what he did with taylor!! and abby!!!! and everyone else!! just because it's eddie doesn't mean he's not just another relationship in a long line of relationships!!!! it's just. very telling how the fandom has blinders on when it comes to buddie. and yeah sure fandom is for crazy theories and having fun with them but there comes a point where the crazy theories are completely overtaking the entire fucking fandom so people who want to enjoy other characters just. can't.

3). well see the reason why natalia gets bashed for coming off strong but buck doesn't when he's literally done worse (I love him but it's true) is because natalia isn't only a Woman, she's A Woman In The Way Of Buddie. so clearly her only role in the story is as an antagonist who is actively trying to hurt buck 🤪 <- sarcasm. and also buck is the Fandom Sweetheart Who Can Do No Wrong so. there u go.

4). exactly!!!! I also think there's something to be said for natalia the death doula, who first connected with buck over death, walking in and visibly making that metaphor of rejoining his life even with all the wildness, during a birth. aka thee most powerfully symbolic act of life + new beginnings that exists. I don't remember the details exactly but I think she might have even helped deliver the baby, which just kinda makes me even more 👀 at the symbolism there <333 I'm LITERALLY becoming a bucktalia fan purely because of this ask because ur takes are soooooooo <333333333

5). YES!!!!!!!!!! I'd also like to add that for eddie, it's TRUE that people he meets on calls aren't necessarily great partners. he'd met ana before, of course, but it was when they bumped into each other on the call where they actually started seeing each other as a romantic interest. and well we all know how that turned out. so when eddie says this I strongly believe that that's why!! but you're exactly right when you say it's not necessarily the case!! eddie's just one guy, who has been affected by this in a certain way, and so of course he's saying that that's the given outcome because it's what happened to him!!!! but bobby and athena met on a call, and so did hen and athena, but both of those relationships are strong and solid!! imo eddie is a very unreliable narrator here because the thing with ana probably still stings, so he's just saying things without really thinking through that they might not be true for other people like bathena, and could potentially be untrue for others as well. there's just. an insane amount of fandom illiteracy the SECOND either buck or eddie are involved because all anyone can ever talk about is how much they want them to kiss. and also you're so RIGHT that people take things characters say as gospel truth when they're LITERALLY just people in a story.

6). YESSSSSS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!! honestly it's probably one of my fav episodes!!!!! my ONE SINGULAR gripe is that there wasn't a lot of time spent recovering, even for chim, eddie, and hen, who all had fairly severe injuries. they were all at the hospital one second, and then there was a time skip and they were all walking around fit as a fiddle. however I understand that they thought it was gonna be The Finale so they wanted to wrap up everyone's arcs as best as they could, and they didn't really have enough time to put in everything that they wanted to put. so the gripe is a minor one, and besides, I've added some ideas to the list of fic to write <3

send me an unpopular opinion and I'll rate it!!

#UR SOOOOO FUCKING BIG BRAINED FOR THIS HOLY SHIT #qpr anon ✨️#anti buddie #<- JUST TO KEEP PEOPLE OFF MY ASS. IM JUST SAYIN.#911 abc #911 meta #kinda. close enough #911 salt

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Promo time!!

Hi Grace :))

Ope?

OPE O.O

Dramatic speech?

YO IS THAT THE AMBULANCE BLOWING UP???!!??!?!???

No okay it looks like a different one

A FUNERAL???

Oh okay just a fancy thing

OOGH can we talk about Tommy's HAIR there :OOO ❤️❤️

Ohhh a cancer thing!! But also ? Like both but not quite ?!! lol

Hmm dramatic speech

OPE CRAP THAT EXPLOSION AGAIN

OHH NOOOOO

UH OH UH OH UH OH O.O

THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD

AND ALSO DEBRIS xd

Who is this guy???

OHHH NOOOO 😳😳😳😳😬😬 NONE OF THIS LOOKS GOOD 😭😭

Y'all I am STRESSED 😭😭😭😳😬 xdd

Can we not get ONE WEEK XD

ONE WEEK of rest lol xD

That's the last of my last thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I absolutely LOVED this episode!! It was so good. And the DRAMA y'all!!! The ANSGT!!! Lovely lol xD <333. Seeing Marjan's side interspersed the others looking for her was just mMH! Amazing :DDD. Also I am LOVING these Marjan storylines we're getting!! A slay for real :D. She deserves it and she is serving SO HARD!! I don't usually say serve but it felt appropriate here lol. Anyway yeah it was an amazing, and super emotional 😭😭💔, episode :DDD!! So great 🥰🥰❤️. And so many nice happy moments in the beginning!! Or sweet moments :D. Especially with the rest of the 126 been after they find out she's missing but also on Marjan's side, like with Mouse, even if (though) she was just Marjan hallucinating herself :)). Anyway!! Lovely ❤️❤️❤️❤️.

Now it's time for the individual parts!

Okay so since I'm watching the next episode a few days late, probably sometime this weekend, it's currently the Thursday after the next episode lol. Sh xD. This will most likely be pretty short though because I have a lot going on.

Tommy! We didn't see her much but she was so sweet at the end :)). I'm so sorry for you having to sit through that ballet performance girl xDD. But yeah, she was great at her job I'm sure lol. I love her <33 🥰.

Grace! I love her :)). As soon as Judd said he knew what to do I was like :DD :O Grace!! So that was why she had to work ;)). Like plot wise I mean lol. Anyway, she was great at he job 🥰🥰. And great when we saw her at the end too of course :).

Paul, Judd, and Owen! I'm pairing them up in their groups lol. I love them :'D. They were great this episode, adorable and funny in the beginning XD, and great at finding Marjan later on :)). I'm so glad they did, too <333. And Marjan and Paul at the end ❤️❤️❤️🥰😭. My besties <33.

Mateo, TK, and Carlos! Mateooo 😭😭😭❤️💔. My poor boyy <333. I love him :'((. Also I just have to mention the Tarlos conversation at the beginning - amazing xD. I love them so much lol <3. I'm talking about the bit about firing Owen lol. Anyway, they were all great at their jobs!! They all played a big role in finding her :)).

Marjan! Our lovely girl :'). AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! She did so good this episode 😭. She slayed so hard :D. Everything she did to escape and fight Grant was just incredible, especially given that she was actually (physically) doing it all alone. Like, dude, she was in a car crash and then she got SHOT o.o! Girl was going through it xd. And I REMEMBER saying last week (not technically by the time I'm actually writing this but shhh) with the promo "maybe that's young Marjan or something?" but I didn't think I'd be RIGHT!!! Not totally, anyway xD. Then I was like, okay so she's not real, but Marjan hadn't seen the car yet, so how is she imagining her (after other people didn't acknowledge her)? And then it WAS MARJAN!!! I also figured the flowers would be a family member using the nickname and I just- aGH!! And I'm so proud of myself for guessing that (and the whole thing in general lol) :DD! Anyway, I feel awful for her - hasn't she had enough traumatic car crashes?? As a kid, in the beginning of season 3, and now?? - but she was amazing this episode :')). Everything with finding out it was her was just 😭😭😭. And even before then, just for Mouse thinking she's a separate character, and then it's extra heartbreaking when you think back on it after finding out it was Marjan :'((. D':, but also :')) because it was just so good xd. Anyway, yeah <3. She did amazing at her job this episode (staying alive xdd). I love her so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode! I thought it was super amazing, and I'm glad we got to see all of the 126 (minus Tommy unfortunately) helping find Marjan - that was really great :'). They're my family your honor 😭. I don't mean that literally, just kind of in a "they're my babeys" kinda way xD. Anyway, we got to see everyone, but we still got a good focus on our wonderful girl Marjan <333. She did so well, and I am so glad she's okay 😭😭😭❤️ xd. I'm also lowkey kinda glad Mouse wasn't real, because any more casualties (not that I'm sad about Grant, but I just mean like, other people) from that crash would just be extra heartbreaking :'((. Still, knowing it happened to Marjan is just :'((( 😭💔. But, yeah :'). I loved the episode, I thought it was absolutely amazing. Everyone was go great 🥰. I'm so proud of all of them, especially Marjan <333.

So yeah! I loved this episode, I thought it was great. The next one looks crazy! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 9: Road Kill

It was so good! The next episode looks really interesting. I'm excited! I'll be back next week with my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 10: Sellouts

See you then!

#9-1-1 lone star #911 lone star #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #WHOOO I FINALLY DID IT #I was gonna watch the next episode today (10) but I'm glad I didn't say so earlier bc it's just past midnight and I think I'mma just save #it for monday (I'm off school and I'm busy tomorrow)#but!! I knew I needed to get this out first #it's currently saturday night (well sunday now) but I probably won't post this immediately just so I can try and post the reviews in #order lol #when I was thinking about watching it during the week I figured I wouldn't but now thst I have more time I might try #though we'll see bc I have another week for 9-1-1 so I might do this one and tgd and not worry about it xD #ANYWAY #yeah :))#love you guys 🥰🥰🥰❤️!!!#byeeee :))) :DD <3333 🥰!!!!

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