#the third pose... yeah shes a Mine!

[wosoamazing]

Williamson v Williamson

Summary: It’s the Semi-Final Match against England, you’re playing against your sister for the first time, you lose, but an absolute legend wants your shirt.

A/N: Just a short one, can’t decide if I like it or not but oh well. (Tried to keep it as real as possible but obviously some things are fictional)

Today’s match was a monumental one, not just on a team level but on a personal level. Today was the Matildas’ Semi-Final match against the Lionesses, it was make or break. It also meant you would be versing your sister today, someone would finish the game better off than the other.

The game was going well, you were even, 2 all, you and Sam had both managed to score and so had Ella Toone and Lauren Hemp, it was looking like a large chuck of added time would be needed and then possibly penalties, that was until Alessia Russo scored England’s third goal in the 86th minute, that was it, there was no way you could come back from that now.

The final whistle blew, and you just collapse onto the ground, you played so well and tried so incredibly hard, but it wasn’t enough. Your team isn’t going to the gold medal match now, there is no guarantee of a medal, all because you couldn’t get a second goal past Mary Earps. The media and public caught many heart-warming moments of Lionesses comforting their fellow Aussie club teammates, Aussies comforting Aussies, but the moment that had grappled the world’s attention was when, one of the Lionesses defender’s and their goalkeeper sat down on the pitch either side of the youngest player of the match, a young Matilda, a complete stranger, club rivals if anything. However, they weren’t strangers, they had been to your house many times, they were your sister’s friends but somehow no one had thought about that. However, them not being strangers doesn’t lessen their gesture in anyway though.

Mary Earps and Millie Bright had come to comfort you, they sat down either side of you, “Hi,” you mumbled to them, wondering if they heard you as your head was in your hands.

“You’re a good player kid, you-” Mary started speaking but was interrupted by you “Obviously not good enough though, I wasn’t good enough score another fucking goal, a single goal” you yelled.

“Hey, none of that, you know you had the most attempts and the most shots on target for the whole game, they said it could even be for the whole tournament, you were fucking incredible,” Millie told you as she pulled you in for a hug.

“You truly tested my abilities today Kid you did really really well, and you should be proud of yourself, one of the hardest strikers to keep for I would say.”

“Thank guys, I’m sorry for yelling, you both played really well today too, well at least Mary did” your comment sent the three of you into fits of laughter, you then chatted to them for a few more minutes, they were friends after all, and even though you did just loose to them you hadn’t seen them in ages.

“We better go,” Millie said as she saw your sister walking over to you “But first, can I swap shirts with you kid?”

“Sorry Millie, but there’s already a shirt with my name on it,” you nodded you head in the direction of your sister.

“I see what you did there, Leah’s not wrong about you being smart too” Mary said as she grabbed your hand to pull you up.

“What can I say, I can’t help being the better Williamson,” “Shit, I think someone heard that, run” Marry said to Millie as she started running.

“I must admit today you were the better Williamson,” you hear you sister’s voice say as she placed a hand on your shoulder and turned you around, “Now, I think that shirt is mine, it does have my name on it after all,” she joked, you both quickly took off you shirts before putting the others on, you both posed for some photos, before you were called over for an interview.

“Well, I think it’s time we let you go, best not miss the team huddle” “Yeah probs shouldn’t miss that one might get in a bit of trouble, thank you it was great chatting with you” “Likewise good luck”

“I think yellow looks better on you,” Tony said as you joined the team.

“Yeah, so do I,” “Well, I’m relieved, saw you talking to Sarina before, got a little worried.”

“Too bad you already gave your shirt away, Beckham messaged me, asked if I reckoned he could have your shirt, he was thinking about coming down from the box,” Sam said, she had a serious tone in her voice so you couldn’t tell if she was lying or not, but then you caught your sister talking to a guy out of the corner of your eye, it was the David Beckham.

“Wait, you’re not joking, you’re being real” Sam nodded, “Shit, I need to go get my shirt back from my sister,”

“Nah, it’s all good, he said he’ll just make sure to get your Bronze Medal mat-” “Girls focus, I’m pretty sure I’m more excited about Beckham than you are but can we just debrief quickly?” Tony said cutting Sam off.

“So, I guess this isn’t a good time then?” an ever so familiar voice said as a pair of hands you could recognise from a mile away were place on your shoulders. Everyone looked to the person standing behind you, you didn’t bother you knew exactly who he was, “Tony, if you don’t mind, maybe they’ll listen to the real DB,” you internally cringe at those words, when you were little you idolised Beckham so instead of saying MVP or the real VP as some might say you instead insisted on saying the real DB, you hadn’t heard it in years, luckily your family forgot about it, but obviously someone remembered and told him.

“Take it away,”

“Girls, wait move over let me in,” you all shuffled and he slotted in between you and Charli. “Okay let me start again. Girls you played amazingly today, but you were outplayed, your attempts were good, there were some I can’t believe she managed to save let alone believe they were from a sixteen-year-old,” you blushed “but some of them were too clumsy, a lot of those shots could’ve gone in if they had more power behind them, you hesitated to much, questioned whether you should pass or shoot, your decisions need to be instantaneous, but overall amazing work, great defending and great goal keeping, its England you are always going to concede to England especially to that team right there, their hungry and so are you but you know what the difference is, they believe they can’t get there but I’m not fully convinced you lot are. Great game though, very entertaining, thanks girls, and thanks to the real DB, I’m hoping I get picked for the shirt next game” he said to you, you nod at him, before heading down the tunnel.

[gucciwins]

a midnight kiss 

harry decides to make a move before the clock strikes midnight 

A/N: hi friends! nothing better to end and start the year with is a new story. something short and sweet for you all to enjoy. love you!!! catch me at midnight running around my house with my suitcase :D

Word count: 2182

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Losing her friends minutes before the clock struck twelve had Y/N nervous. She was comfortable being alone, but only in an environment she enjoyed. She enjoyed the library, which had the best reading spot on the third floor down a back corner that allowed her to stay seated all day. There was also her brother’s tattoo shop, where she sat behind the counter greeting new customers, always excited when they showed off a new piercing or new tattoo. There were few places, and tonight she was feeling lost in the crowd of unknown strangers.

Y/N began to push through the crowd hoping to make it to the patio doors outside, happy to ring in new year’s alone, staring up at the moon than with drunk strangers. What Y/N didn’t realize was that someone had their eye on her all night, working up the courage to talk to her. He had seen her around, how she laughed at her friend's jokes and always searching for a hand to hold.

Seeing her head outside, he knew it was a moment he couldn’t miss out on. Harry wouldn’t want her ringing in the new year alone.

“Not cold?”

Y/N turns when she hears a voice fill the silence. She squints her eyes until he sets into the light, the moonlight bouncing off his face allowing her to get a good look at him.

It’s Harry.

She had seen him multiple times at the tattoo shop. She always gushed over his new pieces. Telling him which were her favorite tattoos he had but never offered more than a half smile.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, it’s just me.”

She remembers she never answered his question. “I like the cold.”

As Harry steps closers, he can see the goosebumps on her arms and begins to shrug off his coat and place it over Y/N without giving her a choice. “Just because you like it doesn’t mean you should endure it.”

Y/N tucks her head down, biting back a smile at Harry’s kindness. “Thank you.”

Harry looks at the sky and knows it will light up with fireworks in minutes. London never did shy away from a big display to ring in the new year.

“What’s your new year’s resolution?”

Y/N giggles, “didn’t take you for the type to have one of those, Harry.”

He shrugs, bumping his arm into hers, “when you really mean them, then I reckon you’ll do anything to make it happen.”

She takes a second to think it over and knows he’s right. There have been a few years since Y/N followed through with her resolution. When she was younger, she promised she wouldn’t curse anymore, and three days in, her brother changed her shampoo to pink hair dye, and she cursed at him like a sailor. There was also the year she swore she’d go to the gym consistently, promising to get a membership that was rubbish. Two years ago, her resolution was to connect more with herself and get into yoga. She learned new poses and meditation with each class, leaving with newfound confidence and friends. Last year, her resolution was to take on new adventures, leading her to Mexico for a research opportunity. A professor urged her to apply, and off she went. Y/N also visited Iceland over a long holiday, where she went on her first of many solo trips. Now, this year Y/N had an idea of what she wanted but was a bit bashful to share it with Harry, who had only ever spoken a handful of words with at most.

“Think mine’s rather silly then.”

Harry shakes his head, “don’t believe it.”

Y/N sighs, “will you tell me yours?”

“Promise.”

It’s good enough for Y/N.

“I want to get a tattoo,” she mumbles.

Y/N turns her head to see Harry’s reaction. He has a pout on his lips, and Y/N wishes she could kiss it away. Sue her. She has a crush on Harry. He visits the shop frequently; how could she forget him, there’s always a new tattoo being added to his left arm, and she wonders if there are more she doesn’t even know about.

“Your brother owns Sunflower Ink.” Harry states. “Why hasn’t he?”

She shakes her head, trying to find the words to explain to Harry why she’s never gotten a tattoo. “He’s drawn me endless sketches, and I love them. I want them on me forever.”

“Then why don’t you?”

Y/N feels her face flush, “because he won’t hold my hand.”

She waits for Harry to start laughing at her, but he doesn’t. He looks down at her pink nails and frowns. He reaches his hand slowly, testing to see if Y/N would stop him, but she doesn't. She is lost in a trance staring at the rings on Harry’s fingers, a silver robin, a lion head, and a pearled ring. The rings seem perfect for Harry, and she wonders if he takes them off each night, thinking about the beauty of each ring only to repeat the cycle tomorrow by slipping them on.

Harry’s warm hand reaches her cold and frowns at the contrast, but it doesn’t stop him. He slips his fingers between the cracks of hers. Y/N stares at where they now stand intertwined, and she smiles because she likes the feeling of his palm in hers.

“Like that?” Harry asks.

“Something like that,” she whispers, still lost in how quickly her body is beginning to warm up due to his added connection to her.

“I’d hold your hand.”

Y/N breaks her gaze from their intertwined hands to look up at him, his emerald eyes gleaming in the moonlight, and she knows he means it.

“You wouldn’t be embarrassed,” she asks.

He shakes his head, “not if I was making you feel safe.”

Y/N lets his offer sink, and she wants to say yes. She’s scared that if she accepts, he’ll say no or that tomorrow he’ll come into the shops and tell her he can’t sit with her while her brother pierces a needle into her skin.

She nods, “I’d need your number to let you know when my appointment is.”

Harry grins, showing her the dimples he’s always kept tucked away, “I can do that.”

“Now?”

He shakes his head, “is it okay if I hold your hand a little longer?”

Y/N is quick to nod her head, making Harry breathe out a laugh at her eagerness. They fall silent once more, no longer caring about the people they came with, too lost in their own world outside the party.

“What–do you want to share your resolution?” Y/N asks with hopeful eyes but knows if he says no, she will understand.

Harry shrugs, squeezing her hand twice before shifting his eyes away from her, “don’t know if it’s a resolution, more of a wish, really.”

Y/N doesn’t push him to share. She wonders what he could want. Harry seems like the guy to have it all. His eyes meet hers again, and she flashes him a comforting smile wanting him to know he’s safe with her.

He lets out a deep breath.

“I want to kiss you,” he confesses.

Y/N can’t hide her surprise. “Harry,” she breathes out.

He shakes his head, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable I—”

Harry shuts up when he feels Y/N place a hand on his chest. They’d never been this close. There was always a counter between them.

“I’ve never had a new year’s kiss,” she confesses, sliding her hand up to rest on the back of his neck. Harry gaining courage, slips one hand around her waist, pulling in closer, wanting no space between them.

“Can’t say I have either.” Harry knows it comes as a shock to Y/N, but he thought ringing in the new year with someone had to be special, and there’s no one more special than Y/N.

“You’d be willing to give that to me,” she asks, shocked.

Harry chuckles, “why do you sound surprised?”

Y/N shrugs. His eyes are full of curiosity. “Didn’t think you liked me.”

“Why would you say that, love?”

“Because when I tried to make conversation, you always rushed out the door.”

Harry sighs. He leans his head down to rest against hers. “Because you make me a nervous mess. You sit there in your cute jumpers complimenting my tattoos, telling me how pretty they look on me.”

Y/N smiles, feeling her cheeks heat up at the confession. “Well, you made me think I scared you off.”

“You’re the reason I keep coming back to Sunflower Ink,” he shares. “After my second appointment there, I realized you worked there, and I knew if I kept getting a new tattoo, I’d get you to compliment it after.”

She all but melts into Harry at his confession. She had no idea. He had a crush on her because Y/N felt the same way. All this time, Y/N was trying to grow her relationship with Harry. He'd rush out after leaving a big tip, knowing she got a small part of the tips because she made him nervous. Y/N didn’t think she had that kind of effect on anyone. Her brother told her she brought in customers, but she thought he was supposed to say that. Now Harry is telling her she’s the reason he goes back every time.

“You’ve never needed anyone to hold your hand,” she asks, overwhelmed with all the information Harry had shared.

“Only if you’re offering,” he replies with a cheeky grin.

“Me first,” she promises him.

“I can wait.”

Y/N stares at Harry, admiring his pretty face. When she first met him, he always liked to wear his hair in a bun, and one time he walked in with it down, a scrunchie in his hand, and Y/N thought she’d never recover. Then on Valentine’s Day, Harry walked in wearing a lavender knitted sweater with his hair cut. As Mitch quickly took Harry to his station that day, he spared her a look. She had to leave early for class, never having the chance to tell him how much she loved the new look or what new piece he was getting. She knew with a pretty face like Harry’s, he could pull off any look.

“What are you thinking about, love?”

Y/N bites back a smile at the term of endearment, “About a new year’s kiss.”

“Oh yeah,” Harry teases, “have anyone in mind?”

“Mhmm,” the smile on Harry’s face grows. “But if I were to let him be my new year’s kiss, I don’t know if that kiss would be enough?”

Harry tilts his head in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“See, I haven’t had a Valentine’s kiss or St. Patrick’s,” Harry is quick to catch on, and he’s grinning from ear to ear at what she’s proposing.

“I’ve never had a birthday kiss,” he adds.

She smiles, nodding, “when’s that?”

“February 1st.”

“That’s close. Think I’d be special enough to share that with you?”

“You’re the only one I want.”

“If I kiss you tonight, will you promise to give me your birthday kiss?”

Harry lets go of her hand, moving both to cup her face needing to be closer to her. He brings her close, their noses touching. “If you let me kiss you today, I’ll kiss you whenever you ask.”

“Is that a promise?”

“It is.”

Faintly, they can hear the countdown begin. Y/N knows what’s coming; she can feel her heart wanting to beat out of her chest, but she’s also calm because she’s excited for what the new year will bring for her.

“Three,” Harry whispers.

“Two,” she feels his breath mix with hers.

“One.”

Harry connects his lips with hers in a deep kiss. Y/N hears the fireworks going off around her, and every part of her feels like she’s exploding. He leads the kiss, and Y/N follows him, never wanting to part, loving the sweet taste of cherry on his lips.

She pulls back slowly, trying to catch her breath, opening her eyes to see Harry’s lip swollen, a cheshire grin on his face, and she knows that 2023 will be a year of kisses and tattoos.

“Happy New Year’s,” she whispers.

“Happy New Year’s, Y/N.”

Harry tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear, “can I have another kiss?”

“You can have as many as you like,” she promises.

“Might have to keep you forever, it seems.”

Y/N laughs as she feels Harry slips his arms under her (his) coat to rest on her waist. “I wouldn’t mind at all, Harry.”

“Good. Now come here.”

Y/N grins, their mouths meeting once more, getting lost in the feeling of each other. There’s still so much to learn about one another, but Y/N knows she’s got all the time with Harry.

After all, she did promise him a birthday kiss.

[mutival]

Okay so I wrote a Cassandra fanfic

Can’t believe I’m writing about a cannibal but here we are. Any constructive criticism is always appreciated! English isn’t my first language and this is like the third fanfic I’ve ever written. Idk if Cassandra is acting like she would canonically so PLEASE lecture me on that as well if need be

Thank you!

Fluff/Sleeping/Cassandra Dimitrescu x reader RL

Opening night is always messy backstage, I now know that better than anyone else.

After my Juliet, Cassandra Dimitrescu herself, and I managed to round the show up, we were far too busy to properly reflect and fraternize, much to her dismay. Bouquet after bouquet, fan after never-ending fan, there was no end to the amount of socializing

Cassandra had to do before we could properly discuss the play. However, I wasn’t let off scot-free either. The second the curtains dropped, I was whisked off to the side door by the producer, where I fell face-first onto my roommate, Daniela, in the cold night. The darling girl was holding flowers, of which now there were none left unscathed. She yelped when she fell backwards, softening my blow. ‘’MC, the flowers!’’ Daniela exclaimed, feeling the thorns of the roses puncture her perfect abs. I haphazardly shot up, nearly collapsing again from the strain. However, as fast as I rose to my feet, I was slammed down again by the weight of my lovely second roommate, Angie, flanking me from the left. I crashed into a piece of decor, promptly catching Angie but leaving nothing salvageable of the castle wall prop. The ruckus made me wonder if Cassandra would leave her socialite group to come check what all the noise was about. Angie practically squealed when she finally stabilized, straddling my hips. ‘’Roomie!’’ She yelped, I only noticed just now she had a celebratory wine bottle in her hands. ‘’Courtesy of the Dimitrescu winery!’’ She pressed it into my hands, a cute silver ribbon covering the neck. Daniela rubbed the back of her neck, seemingly looking uncomfortable. ‘’Don’t tell Cass or my mom. I kind of-’’ Angie cut her off. ‘’She stole it!’’ At that, I gasped. ‘’Dani?!’’ I scolded her, holding the evidence of a crime that could get me in some deep shit with the family I so desperately wanted to impress. Dani gave me an awkward grin. ‘’Only the best for our star!’’

Star.

‘’Star.. Yeah, damn right! I am a star now, am I not?’’ I plucked Angie off of me, striking a pose that could rival Cassandra’s. Angie cheered, grabbing me by the arm. She mumbled something about getting caught, and off we went to the dorms. I took Dani’s hand in mine with my free hand, forming a little almost duck-like train.

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About 4 hours later, I'm laying in bed. Sleep doesn’t come easy after those 5 AM recitals. However, seeing Cassandra beaming on stage and.. oh, right. We kissed. Oh my god. We kissed. In front of HUNDREDS of people?! I groaned, my cheeks heating up when I remembered. Angie was drunkenly sleeping on the couch in a position her aunt would’ve definitely scolded her for. She was awfully strict on posture, after all. I’d run into her a few times before while unceremoniously getting locked in the auditorium. I still don’t know what possessed me to take Angie’s dare to stay in the auditorium to hunt for a phantom. ‘’Phantom my ass, if you believe in ghosts, you must be really stupid’’ I had declared. After wrecking another piece of decor in an attempt of getting away from the phantom I claimed wasn’t real, I got a brief introduction.

I yawned, grabbing my jacket. I was certain no shop would be open at this hour, but I felt compelled to take a walk to clear my head from all the fuss and chaos the show had caused. After pulling on my shoes, I snuck past the snoring Angie coddling a vodka bottle in her sleep, murmuring “I won’t let you get wasted” and “I’ll take care of you” and snuck out. I strolled towards the campus, staring up at the room where the student council resided during the day. How peculiar, someone had left the lights on. However, that isn’t my problem and I definitely won’t be making it my problem, I thought as I roamed around the center of the campus. I took a sharp left past the now calm auditorium towards the-

A faint rustling can be heard.

What the fuck?

I whipped my head around at near lightning speed. Another phantom?! It seemed to be following me. I struggled to grab my phone from my pocket, dropping it in the process of getting the flashlight on. I cursed to myself, bending down to grab my device as fast as humanly possible. Whatever was after me must have heard me, for footsteps rapidly came closer. This was it. I was gonna die. But there was so much I hadn't done, so many things I hadn’t said. Before I even registered the voice calling my name, I had chucked my phone in their direction. It flew through the air gracefully before colliding with my pursuer, who let out a sharp hiss. A… hiss? I looked up, barely making out their figure. The adrenaline started to wear off once I heard her voice. ‘’Fuck, ow! That might bruise!’’ She whined, almost stomping her feet like a little baby. I strutted towards the ‘’stranger danger’’. ‘’Cassandra?’’ I could finally make out her face, albeit her voice having been a better clue after having heard it day and night throughout the last couple of months. ‘’Call me Cass.’’ Even injured, she was smug as ever. ‘’I’m so sorry, Cass!’’ I gasped, seeing her covering her eye and huffing. However, I quickly changed my tone. ‘’But what the fuck were you doing, sneaking around in the dark?!’’ I knew the answer to that all too well, but I still couldn’t help but be worried I had seriously hurt her. She bent down, taking my phone and returning it to me before she spoke. ‘’The nightmares. I can’t… I don’t want to go to sleep, but I’m so tired. I thought a walk might help me.’’ She whined, almost like an upset puppy. ‘’I don’t want a full 8 hours of torture right after such a good performance.’’ she huffed. I felt bad for her, I really did. So, I asked the following; ‘’How about I come with you? I’ll be able to wake you if you start having nightmares.’’ She looked positively puzzled. ‘’Bold offer, because you do sleep like a normal human being. Who says you can stay awake longer than I can?’’ She grinned at me, teasing me, challenging me. I responded stoically. ‘’Your screaming will do the trick. Now come on.’’ I extended my hand to her. Oh god, what was I thinking?! Surely she wouldn’t-

But she did.

And now here I am. In Cassandra’s shirt, in her bedroom.

Believe me, I really tried this time to get my own clothes. However, my courage quickly parted from me once Angie stirred and murmured awful song lyrics in her sleep. Fearing I might wake her, I asked Cassandra for a shirt. She handed me one, making promises about not peeping. Looking in the mirror, however, I can confidently say she most definitely did not intend on keeping her promise, staring at my reflection through the window.

I laid down on the bed, waiting for her to come lay next to me. She did, eventually, but something about her demeanor changed. She wasn’t chatty or flirty anymore, her face only resembling flusteredness and.. fear. I can’t say I was any better, anxiously twiddling with my hair. Sharing a bed with THE Cassandra Dimitrescu was a big deal, after all. ‘’..Hey.’’ I whispered, looking at her. She could barely meet my gaze. ‘’It must be hard, letting people in.’’ I muttered, taking one of her hands in my own. She looked down at our hands, and then intertwined our fingers. I’ll forever be grateful for the lights being off, because I was redder than her mother’s lipstick. She murmured something under her breath, before speaking more clearly. ‘’It is. It’s just a struggle, you know?’’ She looked at me expectantly, her gaze piercing through my very soul. I nodded in response, yawning. She understood I was tired. I could swear she scooted closer, but at this point I was too dazed to care. ‘’Goodnight, Cass.’’ I spoke in muted tones. Before I drifted off, I heard her purr. ‘’Goodnight, my star.’’

Around 8 AM, it happened. I awoke to Cassandra stirring, she was definitely a lot closer to me than she was before we went to sleep. I contemplated waking her, but she really needed sleep. Instead, I went with an irrational solution. I gently started rubbing circles on her back in an attempt to soothe her, whispering sweet nothings to her. Seeing as she wrapped an arm around me and slowly came to a halt in her wrestling with the bedsheets, I deemed my mission successful. One of her arms snuck under my waist, pulling me even closer. She was tucked into the crook of my neck, her soft breath on my pulse point. After letting out a small yelp at the sudden contact, I eased into her. Her arms were brass, not as defined as Daniela’s but definitely rugged from all her work in the mechanic’s shop. There was no going back now, her grip was far too strong and comfortable, oh so very comfortable for me to attempt to wrestle out of. I didn’t want to either, continuing to gently draw shapes on her back. As I, once again, drifted off to sleep I heard it. I swear I heard it, albeit not even I could believe my own ears.

She whispered, ever so softly;

‘’You’re so adorable, my star.’’

The little kiss on my neck confirmed I wasn’t dreaming, for when I looked in the mirror the next morning, there it was.

Her lipstick.

So every time I convinced myself I was crazy..

I most definitely wasn’t. This was real.

[punkpandapatrixk]

The Kind of Sad You Can’t Understand

Certain days I feel very deeply that I want to cry but I don’t know why.

For such a long time I lived with this kind of mood without being able to express it anywhere, not to anyone. I was struggling for my sanity; I was constantly thinking of destroying myself; and I was hoping someone would see me, and rush to save me. But nobody ever saw that of me.

I was a badass. I was a cool girl. I seemed to everybody else a smart, talented, expensive girl who's got all her shit together. Even on days she wasn't all that together, she had an enviable life anyway. I appeared on the outside too glamorous for anybody to even imagine that on the inside I was rotting. I was this close to being dead, all the time.

Who in their simple-mindedness would've thought a girl like that could be so macabre all the time? And that’s how I experienced an entire life witnessing people’s lack of empathy. I guess my point of view was fragmented but that was how life was for me anyway. Ironically, some intuitive peeps who were able to see the macabre in me thought I was frightening more than anything HAHAHAH That was all the same in the end. Enough with the gossips. I don’t know what normal people expect from everybody else they meet, to be honest. I don’t know what I’d expected from them either.

I guess it’s because the society I grew up in was like that that I couldn’t bring myself to show anybody my distress. Trauma. Mental illness. Disordered personality. All of that was nothing but insanity. And insane people don’t belong in society.

So simple. Yet so cruel.

Thank you, Jesus. Mother Mary. Catholic Church. Thanks for all the rejection. I’m SO happy now!

That’s fucking twisted.

In a society brimming with nothing but pretenders, we meet and chit and chat and act like all of our troubles are manageable to say the least. ‘Yeah, it’s not that bad, to be honest.' But it was; you've just got to pose real strong otherwise people think you're a loser. 'I guess I’m OK.’ But you weren't; you've just got to really make it sound like you're still keeping it together. 'I'll be just fine.' But you wouldn't know; you didn't even know if you'd still wanna be alive tomorrow.

In the midst of all those meaningless exchanges, I hated quite nothing more than to hear, especially from men, how strong I was as a woman. I hated it like I'd never hated anything in my life.

It was suffocating to be seen as holding it together when you were literally breaking at the seams...

I wanted someone to be able to notice I was screaming on the inside. That I was gasping for air every second I was sitting there listening to their trivial chitter chatter. Who cares about your silly drama? Would you care for mine if you knew my life was on the line? And I hated those expectant eyes. All of them. Were they expecting me to share in their self-made woes and console them in the end? HAH. Go to hell, losers.

I always thought, none of MY problems were created by my own reckless behaviours that would've obviously hurt myself or others. Not in the beginning, at least. Unlike some idiots, I was never into drugs, one night stands, or even smoking; I never caused anybody any trouble. So why did everybody cause me trouble when all I wanted was just a peaceful, normal life? Shit, what even was my IDEA of a normal life? I can't remember now.

Certain days I feel very deeply that I want to cry but I don’t know why. There's always not enough reason to do so now. Haah... If it weren't for my abundance of Aquarius, which makes me incredibly lazy and antisocial, I'd have paraded around town and rallied to become a Neo Hitler and kill everybody in this rotten world. I hated this world so much.

The first ever PAC I put out here was ‘What’s Your Crazy?’ What ever was my reason for writing that? I was crazy and I needed some explanation.

I used to look like the girl in the third pic before I chopped all of my hair off everyone began to suspect I was gay. I wasn’t gay; I was depressed. Those unassuming idiots.

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist (9)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 /

Created: June 6th, 2024

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Don't Talk To Me-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen hates people. Well, that’s not exactly true, but she doesn’t exactly like them either. They’re too…human or whatever. Too many acquaintances. The last thing she wants to do is get close to any of them, especially after the events of the past few months. She’s barely holding it together as it is, and introducing people or, even worse, friends could tip her right over the edge. She values her sanity. That’s probably why the new, sweet, disgustingly optimistic, overly friendly hire at the coffee shop where Katniss works irritates her so much. He’s just so nauseatingly earnest. It makes her want to punch him in the face. Enemy-HGRomance (ao3) Summary: I’m Katniss Everdeen-Snow. I’m eighteen years old, the president’s granddaughter, and the youngest gamemaker Panem has ever known. I’ve been taken prisoner by Peeta Mellark and the rebels of District 13. But I’m dangerous and trained to kill, and I’m not going down without a good, long, hard fight. Canon Divergence. Everlark Coffee & Tea-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Modern AU. Katniss and Peeta, who are best friends, decide to open a coffee & tea shop together. How will it turn out? Will they become more than business partners? Oh yeah, and they were roommates! Everlark Spring Break-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Prompt 17: Katniss can’t afford to go away on Spring Break, so Peeta brings Spring Break to her. [submitted by @hutchhitched ] For the Everlark fic exchange, spring edition on Tumblr. Falling Like Stars-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Katniss was more than happy to cater Gale and Madge’s wedding. Until she found out she would be working with Peeta Mellark, a returning District 12 resident—and her childhood crush. Finding my way Home-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: When Peeta Mellark needs a 'plus one' for a family wedding his best friend, Katniss Everdeen is the logical choice. Isn't she? Get the Money Shot-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Written for Everlark Fic Exchange Springtime Edition 2021 Prompt 32: Katniss Everdeen, famous musician hates posing for photoshoots whether it’s for an album or a magazine with the exception of celebrity photographer Peeta Mellark who seems to always know the way to get the best shots. Guy Time-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark returns to his hometown to help his best friend, Katniss with her two rambunctious kids. What happens when he starts to fall for all of them? Have Your Cake and Eat It Too-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: For his twenty-fifth birthday, Peeta gets exactly what he's always wanted. Written April 2017 as a birthday gift for franceschee via everlarkbirthdaydrabbles on tumblr. He Doesn't Belong Down There-oakfarmer (ao3) Summary: It’s not unheard of for a merchant’s third son to end up in the mines. But why did it have to be the baker’s third son? In a Panem without the Hunger Games, Peeta becomes a coal miner and someone isn’t happy about the Boy with the Bread spending his days underground.

[uncreativeuser27]

Hello! I haven’t posted anything for…a while now lmao but I HAVE been drawing. So, allow me to dump all my art in this post so I can disappear off the face of the Earth again because composing a good post is too much effort for my pathetic brain to handle /hj

I’ll try to put them in order of when they were made, but I’ll also group them into categories. The date as well as my signature can be found on all of the drawings (if you care lol)

This is a drawing I did for a friend of mine. It’s his original character, Mad Snake. Normally, I don’t like taking requests, but I genuinely enjoyed drawing this guy, so I didn’t mind it. He was a step out of my comfort zone, and I liked how he turned out!

Now, the Jaiden pieces! The first one was my idea that Jaiden started performing for Las Casualonas (but, like, as a singer or stage personality. She never actually did anything spicy). I also thought she and Melissa could have a really funny dynamic. Like some sort of rivalry for the audience’s attention/love.

The second picture, as it obviously states, is what I headcannon Jaiden looks like working for the federation. I had fun with her scythe (and if you pay close attention, you can see a little something in the reflection:])

And the third one is of Jaiden stretching w/ her wings. It’s also the most recent of this entire batch. Basically, I finally came up with a way that I liked to draw wings and had a sketch in my sketchbook of that pose, so I drew Jaiden. Her shirt intentionally comes down low in the back to make space for the wings, and her hands are out of frame because I didn’t want to draw them. Also, that one only took me about 2 and a half hours, where most of the other took from 6-8 hours, so…lol

The next pieces are an original work from 8th grade an the redraw two years later. It was an assignment that we had to read a novel and then make a trailer for it. I asked to make a drawing instead, and thus, this creation was born.

I changed a little bit, like putting two of the characters in the trees instead of a fading color behind them. Overall, they both took me three days and I’m really happy about how the redraw turned out.

This is Imp. Yes, he looks like SomethingElseYT, but I don’t care. I love him, and I was already attatched when I realized. I made a whole spread in my sketchbook for him (I ran out of images, so I didn’t include it here. Maybe another day) Also he serves no purpose other than being something I can doodle on random things and places. He doesn’t even have hands

This next one is a self-portrait in an outfit that I really liked! The original had my full name, but I blurred it for the sake of not wanting my full name on the internet (I’ve probably screwed up somewhere, but at least I’m trying :’)

And this last one is meant to be part of a collection, but I only made for Kenny. I want to draw all of the main four in South Park as teens, but I haven’t been able to think of poses and stuff for the others. It willl happen one day, but for now have this I guess

So, yeah. That was all the art that I wanted to share but haven’t had the motivation to actually put together posts for all of them. Hope you enjoyed my little display lmao

You probably won’t see for the next, like, couple of months because I’m really bad at posting. So, take this as my going away gift :D

[missmako-chan]

And for our boi Vice, role swap? -🟡

Makocchi how the heck do i do this

"I mean you're kinda doing it right now."

But this is WAY different than video editing or drawing!!!!!

"At least you've committed to the bit of making your lines blue. You got this!! Here, try adding some descriptors so I'm not just floating in a white void."

Okay uhhhhhhhhhhhh

You

"Mako, third person."

MAKO stands in front of the entrance of.... Happy Spa!! And is greeted by Ikki!!!

"Ikki, huh?" Makocc wait just Mako says to herself. "Yeah, he's probably your best bet at helping with this. Also next time end a sentence like that with a comma if I'm speaking again."

I got it I got it!!

"Uh... do I know you, miss?" Ikki asks, looking just as confused as I was a few minutes ago.

"You do." Mako says, smiling like the cryptic woman they are, "I'm sure "the Author" rings a couple bells for you, right?"

Ikki's eyes widen in recognition. "Oh!! So you're the Author?"

"That's right!!!!" They strike a pose very dramatically. A bit too dramatically even. "Ah, getting back at me for the example of that WIP I sent, huh?"

"Who are you talking to? And... how are you even here??"

"Well, thanks to a prompt given to me by a very good friend of mine, I'm now a character and Vice is now the author."

"Wait, is THAT why the text has blue in it???" Ikki focuses on the fourth wall, reading the text being written right now. Hi Ikki!!!!

"Uh... Hi." He only waves at me awkwardly, when he really should be more excited to see me!! "I know, I know! This is just a bit..... Weird."

"A bit, but I can't complain too much." Mako shrugs, "There's not a lot I can really do without him right now, so I'm just gonna have fun with it!!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, I've never really been to a spa before. And Vice just gave me a fun chance to try it out!!!"

Ikki smiles, because he always likes getting to show someone around his family's really cool spa!! "Well, if that's the case, I'll be more than happy to show you the ropes!! Ah, well, maybe Mama will once she gets back, considering...."

"Ah, right, gender." Mako nods in understanding. Personally I still don't get what a gender is, "Well, if you could lend us a hand, Vice?"

How would I OH!!!

And then later Mama-san gets back and helps Mako with taking a bath in the spa, and she has a really good time!!!!!

"Hehe." Mako giggles, "Y'know, for a first fic, this isn't too bad. I find the excessive use of exclamation marks cute!!"

Aww, you think I'm cute?

"I never said that."

But we both know you meant it~!!

"Quiet, you."

[resi4skz]

CHAPTER 3

Pairing: Christopher Bahng x Aubrey Williams (OC)

Warnings: none for this chapter

This is purely fiction! MDNI

The next morning, I wake up in a bed that's not mine. It smells like vanilla and I just want to stay here forever.  I look around the room as I sit up and notice a study desk in the corner. Walking over, I also notice a lot of polaroid pictures hanging above the wall of the desk. They were of Chris posing with what looked like his friends. Then I glance over his desk and surprisingly, it's very clean and tidy. Typical Chris.

My eyes catch a photo frame sitting on the corner of the table. "Is that..." I pick it up and smile. "He still kept it all these years." It's a picture of us both, back in high school before I left. He was so tiny back then. But now he's taller than me.

"You're awake."

I gasp and turn around. He's wearing black sweats and looking very good in it. "Yeah, just woke up."

"Breakfast will be ready in 15. Why don't you freshen up? I left a spare toothbrush in the bathroom for you." He closes the room door, leaving me to myself. I let out a breathe that I didn't even realize I was holding. What is with him? Does he have this affect on everyone? Or just me?

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When I walk into the kitchen, the aroma in the air is enough for me salivate. I glance around and spot a cup of hot coffee and steaming omelette with 3 kinds of jams, marmalade and jelly. There was also a basket of croissants and bread in the middle of the table. "Take a seat."

I sit and he comes with a plate of crisp bacon, just the way I like it. "Do you want cream or milk for your cofffee?"

"Cream, please."

He adds the cream in my cup and stirs it before handing it to me. "Thank you."

He smiles. "Eat."

And eat, I do. I finish my plate and manage to eat 2 croissants and 3 pieces of bread. The whole time, I noticed Chris didn't say a single thing. And I was very thankful for it. And by the end, I was satisfied with a full tummy. If it was Troy, he would've taken my plate after my third bite. "I've never eaten a meal which ended in a full tummy," I confess.

I watch Chris tense, his hand turning into a fist. "Aubrey."

"Yes?"

"Are you happy?"

I tilt my head, confused at his question. "Yes."

"With Troy?"

I wanted to say yes but with all that went down last night, he will see right through my lies. "No."

"So why are you still married to him?"

"I don't....," I sigh. "Chris. You don't know what his mom is like. She will ruin my reputation and make sure to tell everyone what kind of a person I really am who couldn't give her son one thing: a child."

As he's about to say something, his phone rings. Scowling, he puts it to his ear. "Yeah?" He gets up and goes to the patio. I watch him close the patio door and turn around, saying something on the phone.

I gasp. My phone! I sprint to the room and scan till I spot my phone on the bed side table. Quickly, I unlock it and tons of notifications start popping up. My eyes widen at Troy's 30 missed calls and 20 texts. I click on the texts and instantly regret it.

T: where are you?

T: so you're not even going to pick up my calls?

T: aubrey, pick up your damn phone

T: where the fuck are you?!

T: i swear to god if you're screwing around behind my back

I scoff at his last text. Screwing around is your job Troy. I send a quick text to Leanna.

A: hey i need a favor. Pls, if troy calls and ask about me, tell him im sleeping at your place

L: already did that since i knew from the way he was asking about you. He kept pestering to talk to you but i hung up on him.

A: you're a life saver. Thank you <3

L: no problem. Btw, where are you?

A: long story. Talk later.

I sigh and lay down with my arms wide. If only my life was with a guy like Chris, my life would've been much better. I prop my head on a pillow and scroll on my phone. Next thing I know is I'm being tucked in bed. "Whoa, what's going on?" I say groggily.

"Sleep," Chris says, as he sits on the bed. "I'm working from home for a few days so I'll wake you."

"Okay," I close my eyes and sleep takes over me for the next few hours. Because I wake up to my phone ringing and I groan, my hand blindly reaching for my phone. Cracking one eye open, I groan at the name on the screen. Do I take it? And listen to him scold me? And then be miserable again? Do I want to go through it again? It stops ringing only to start ringing again, making me jump.

The room door creaks and I whip my head up. It's Chris, looking very cozy in his sweats and a sweater. I'm not going to lie but he looked very kissable with his hair down like that. "Hey, I was about to come and....what's wrong?" He walks towards me and glances at my phone. Sighing, he snatches my phone from my hand and before I can protest, he presses on the screen and puts it on his ear. "Hello?"

I watch in awe and fear. "This is Chris." I wanna crawl in a hole. "Why am I answering her phone?" He looks at me and smirks. "Because she left it at my place and now you're going to ask why she was at my place?"

Oh my god. This is brilliant. I try to keep myself from laughing. "Well, Mr. Parker. That's for me to know, and for you to find out. Nice talking to you." He hangs up and shuts down my phone off before handing it back to me.

"Oh my god, that was awesome!" I exclaim.

"He whines a lot," he says.

"He's very vanilla," I say. I was starting to see where I went wrong when I married him. "Very low on stamina."

Chris looks at me with a look I can't quite describe and then his eyes travel down. As I look down, I gasp at my shirt lifted up, showing some skin. This is embarrassing. I fix my shirt and nervously chuckle.

"Yeah?" He asks, still looking at me. His eyes a bit cloudy.

"Yeah," I replied. I squirm on the bed from his stare.

"So you've never been satisfied?"

What even is that question? And why on earth does he want to know? "You could say that." I mentally slap myself for saying that. What the fuck, Aubrey? "But...."

"But?"

"He was my first but it never felt like that," I confess. "He never iniated anything, it was always me. Until his mom started demanding for a baby. And now..."

"And now? What?" He asks.

"I think last night was the last straw. I don't think I can take it anymore, Chris."

"Hmm," he continues. "So you want out is what you're saying?"

I can't believe what I'm about to say. But I nod instead.

"I need you to say it, Bri."

"I want out," I reply and let out a breath of relief. "Okay, that felt good saying it."

"Good," he says, scratching his chin and pulls his phone out. "I know a good lawyer."

"Wait!" I cry out, making him stop his fingers typing on his phone. "He won't sign it. Ever. His mom has brainswahsed hum so bad that he gets suspicious of things like that."

I watch as he paces in the room a few times before he turns to me with a smile on his face. "I have a plan."

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*CHRIS POV*

After I drop Aubrey off at her work, I drive back home but as I walk towards the house enterance, I'm greeted by my cousin. "You mind telling me why I just got a complaint about you from one of the employees?" He asks.

"Well, good morning to you too, Felix." I say as I walk inside with him right on my ass. I walk into the kitchen and see the table still the same as it was an hour ago. I was already missing her presence. She looked very cute when she was sleeping. The image makes me smile as I reach for a glass of water on the table.

"What's gotten you so smiley this morning?"

Taking a gulp of water, I look at Felix. He's dressed rather casual today. His hair still blonde as ever. "Hey, would you mind doing something for me?"

"What?" He asks.

My phone vibrates. I take out it out my pocket and instantly smile at the text. "Do a background check on Troy Parker."

A: thank you for last night and this morning

C: you're welcome

"Why?" Felix asks.

"Just find out what he does and any other information that might be useful, yeah?"

He sighs. "Fine. But whatever it is you're planning, I want in."

I grin widely. "Of course, cousin. That's why we're partners."

His phone suddenly starts ringing. "Well, that's my cue to leave. You'll be fine for the next few days at home?" I nod and he leaves.

My phone vibrates again.

A: am i doing the right thing?

This girl. I press on her name and press call. She picks up mid first ring. "Hello?"

"Aubrey," I say. "Do you remember the time I told you that I envied you for your family?"

"I do, yeah. Why?"

"And then you invited me that night with dinner with your family? I couldn't stop smiling the entire night," I continue. It was also the time where I discovered that I had feelings for her. But I couldn't say that to her.

"Well, I didn't want you to feel left out."

I chuckle. "It made feel assured that I wasn't alone."

"I'm so confused right now," she replies.

"Sweetheart, what I'm saying is that you're not alone in this," I reply, smiling. "You have me."

"Oh."

"If you could only see that you have a lot of people that will be there for you, no matter what."

"Thanks, Christopher," she says.

Fuck. She said my name. I hang my head low, trying to compose myself. "No need to thank me yet."

She giggles. "Okay. I have to go now. Talk later?"

"Yeah. Talk later," I reply, smiling. God, she makes me crazy.

When I saw her crying on the sidewalk, my heart broke in half. The anger I felt at that moment but seeing her in that state, all I wanted to do was get her to a safe place. And warm clothes. I wanted to give Troy a piece of my mind, rhat's for sure. Once I got her to calm down and in warm clothes, she broke down again and told me everything about Troy and his mom. After I had tucked her in my bed, I watched her sleeping for a few minutes. I wanted to kiss her worries away. I wanted to hold her hand and tell her it's okay.

My phone vibrates snapping me out of my thoughts. An email from Felix. That was fast.

F: here's everything about Troy Parker, thank me later

I click on the document and I'm immediately hit with his face on his job application form. I gotta admit, he's got the qualifications for it. As I scroll down, I see that he owns the house that him and Aubrey live in. And then I see that he works in the accounts department in the company. "Sheesh, what did she see in this guy?"

A name pops on my screen and put my phone on my ear. "Leanna."

"Chris! Darling, it's been a while. How are you?"

"I'm well. You're taking care of yourself?"

"I am. I had been meaning to ask if you're going to my nightclub's opening this weekend?"

"You know I wouldn't miss it," I reply.

"Oh good! My best friend just said she'll come with her husband. I can finally introduce you to her!"

"Should I be scared or thankful?" I joke.

"Aubrey is just the kindest girl you will ever meet. Can't say about her douche of a canoe husband though."

Why did I get the feeling that I knew her best friend? "What's her last name?"

"Williams."

My lips curve upwards into a smile. Perfect.

A/N: ayo troy be giving major red flags

[nicoscheer]

SCULPTURES OF ANYTHING GOES AS OPENER FOR THEIR THIRD GLASTO HEADLINER

1. Sculptures

2. Brianstorm

3. Snap

4. Chair

5. Crying lightning

6. Teddy picker (when I get bent over?!! Alex!!!) https://www.instagram.com/reel/Ct4DUGpgtMn/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== (it’s rather ‘ya’ but we can pretend)

7. Cornerstone (I knew she’d understand instead of thought/she didn’t say that whooo, I just added that for you you’re welcome)

Interlude something about water by Alex on the piano (get this man his water he’s thirsty)

8. Why’d you only call me when you’re high (having mad instead of bad ideas/ plus epic pose)

Shout out by Alex for Space pictures

9. Arabella

10. Four out of five (loving butt slap for Cookie by Alex/ why don’t you come and stay with ME/ effective very effective what a night what a night, yeah man)

Smiling Alex

Angelic Alex

11. Pretty visitors (now’s me chance x3= rushing off to bowl and it’s a strike= happy little Alex jumping back on stage and then his mic was shut off for a sec there 🤣)

12. Fluorescent Adolescent (some kisses and a thank you from Alex)

Oh god he looks so baby in that picture

13. Perfect sense (another thank you 🥹)

Pouty mouth (he does look tired)

14. Do I wanna know (afterwards “astonishing”/ how are you feeling everybody *cheers* well I’m delighted about that)

15. Mardy Bum (thank you/ alright let’s leave the past behind)

16. There’d better be a mirrorball (conductor Alex at the beginning/ hey HEY at the end)

17. 505 (without Miles 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭his first note sounded so unsure/ the in ears only now getting removed gotta be a new record/ thank you for having us everybody it’s the Arctic monkeys/ so predictable I know what you’re thinking whoo)

18. Body Paint

Encore

19. I wanna be yours (Matt and backup sang and played I wanna be yours (second verse)while Alex sang STAR TREATMENT (first verse)/ thank you thank you very much) (for a second we had “Miles” there)(the Glastonbury special surprise; also genius move to reclaim IWBY from TikTok by hijacking it with TBHC)

A video of that beautiful medley

“Who are you gonna call the Martini police the who?”

20. I bet you look good on the dance floor (Matt having mic problems and some vocal ones aswell(sounded like a scratchy throat))

“We are gonna leave you now we can’t stay with you anymore but fank you for having us something tells me…something tells me that you’re gonna be okay good night”

21. R U MINE?

I mean I know it’s basically literally their normal concert playlist apart from that I wanna be yours/ star treatment medley (which was out of this world 🌚;)) but I still loved it apart from that heartbreak with 505 cause honestly don’t care what they play I’m still loving it and having a blast, great tunes great vocals an amazing night spent in front of the laptop screaming along (what if they had planned a different set list (in 2013 Alex said “that’s what we’re gonna do tonight everyone. we are gonna play some new shit. We’re gonna play some old shit. We are gonna play some things that are just Glastonbury specials, do you know what I’m saying”) but due to Alex falling sick they didn’t have time to practice so they settled for their usual setlist?) (genuinely feel sorry for Elton John and his humongous set cause i doubt that anybody can scream along on Sunday still)

And I love how all the real fans can easily agree that it was a fantastic gig while the TikTok fans and dark fruit lovers are whining in their mum’s basement how they didn’t just play do I wanna know and snap out of it in 10 different versions and how dare Alex that his voice and taste in music evolved and that they didn’t try and emulate the phenomenal, seminal career changing Glasto 2013 🤣🤣

Opening

Do I wanna know

Mardy Bum via BBCradio1

I bet you look good on the dance floor

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Rock band Arctic Monkeys’ headline set on Friday night was watched by an average of 1.5million viewers on BBC One.

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The full audio of Arctic Monkeys’ Glastonbury 2023 set

[gamma-gal-24]

Here's a little snippet about how Johnny and Emma met-!☺💕💞

For Johnny Bravo, there was absolutely nothing special about this warm Spring day. Sure the sun was shining and the birds were singing, but why wouldn't they when he was around? Besides, he was hotter than the sun anyhow; why should he be impressed?

No, today was just a typical day for him. He was out and about like usual- hitting the streets of Aron City and hitting on women. He was pulling out all the stops today, too. He was flexing, flirting, the works! And yet, no matter what, nobody was interested! He had already gotten two purses to the face, and it was only half past noon!

But it wasn't like Johnny to get discouraged so easily. No, he was determined! He told his momma he was gonna find himself a date, and by God, he was gonna do it.

With big ideas for how his night would end, Johnny decided to "take a break," from his ladykillin' in front of the mirror shop. The owner knew his face well by now- he couldn't say he was particularly happy to see him stop by to check himself out for the third time this week.

"Oh, Baby~ You are one good-lookin' guy. H-yuhh!" He flexed, waggling his brows at his own reflection. He couldn't possibly see why the ladies weren't eating him up. He was having a fantastic hair-day.

Johnny carried on like this for a good five minutes, flexing, posing in front of every mirror, fixing his hair- his usual routine. It isn't until he sees a pair of legs walk by behind his reflection that he pauses. He stops dead in his tracks.

Those are a girl's legs. No, not a girl- A woman's legs; and a fine one at that-!

Johnny spins around at break-neck speed, hurrying to catch a glimpse at the lady.

'Oh... Oh, she's cute.'

There she was- a little-bitty blonde he'd never seen before, strolling around with some sort of list in her hands. His jaw fell slack for a moment, just watching her walk away.

"Oh, Momma... That's one sweet little girly right there-"

Before he knows it he's off like a light. He runs to catch up to her at a speed that would make a cheetah cry, skidding to a halt right in front of her. He's already posing fabulously.

"Hey there, cutie~ I can't help but notice your lips look lonely- Do they wanna meet mine?~" he smirks, quirking a brow above his black shades. He gives his left bicep a showy flex for good measure.

Aw yeah... That'll get her.

The girl he's stopped blinks up at him for a moment, her round blue eyes wide and quite possibly terribly shocked. That's okay, he has that effect on girls, it's to be expected!

What he doesn't expect, however, is for her to start giggling.

This girl, short and just a little bit round, covers her mouth with a teensy hand and laughs. Her giggle sounds like little bells, light and jingly. But as pretty as the sound is, he was hoping for swooning... Not laughing.

He blinks a time or two, letting it sink in.

"Hey, what's so funny? Cat got your tongue?" He asks, his hands falling to rest on his hips. She giggles again.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I figured you were joking!" The stramger piped up, ber voice high and cheery. "Nobody's ever asked me something like that before!" She moves her hand, as sweet, pink-cheeked smile taking it's place. Now how could he be mad at a face like that?

Whatever pout or frown his face had taken melts quickly away. This girl wasn't just pretty- she was infectiously giddy. She seemed like the type that was just hap3ly to be alive.

Johnny could dig that.

He shakes his head really quick- getting his head back in the game. After trying all morning, he finally had a girl's attention. "Oh, that's okay, Lil' mama- You've got a cute laugh there." He grins, her smile infecting him.

She seems to smile just a little wider. Her round cheeks reach up to kiss those blue eyes of hers and Johnny melts.

'Man, she's cute.'

"Goodness; why, thank you! That's the sweetest thing I've heard all day!" Johnny doubts that. Has she heard herself talk? "I'm Emma, Emma Encore! It's nice to meet you-"

Johnny cuts her off, flexing both arms this time.

"-Johnny, Johnny Bravo." He flashes a wider, brighter grin. "Encore", huh? Why, that name sounds pretty good next to mine, don' it? Maybe it's a sign.~"

Emma flushes several shades darker before she can speak again. His smoothtalking leaves her stunned.

"My word- Oh, you're a rascal Mr. Bravo! A cheeky rascal!" She gives another infectious giggle into her hand. 'Does she catch them and save them for later?' Johnny can't help but wonder.

In a quick, fluid movement, he's leaning against the wall beside them, blocking her path. "Oh, I've been called a lot worse than that, girlie- But you could call me whatever you want.~"

His flirting game was strong today. He was even more proud of himself than usual.

Emma was delighted by the attention, too. She found him terribly charming. Boyish and silly, but charming nonetheless.

"Oh, "Johnny" works just fine!" She chirps, slipping her abandoned to-do list into her shorts' pocket. She couldn't possibly focus on her errands with such a handsome man demanding her attention. She giggles again; 'her laugh sounds like stars', Johnny thinks.

"So, how are you today, Johnny? The weather is gorgeous today, don't you think?" She inquires bashfully, cheeks holding tight to their pink hue. Johnny shocks her when he takes her hand in yet another abrupt, fluid motion.

"Why, yes it is, but not nownere near as pretty as you.~" Damn, he's good. Look at that- he's stunned her again. He is on a roll today.

Those big, blue eyes blink up at him and her little mouth hangs open just a little; she is a bashful little thing, isn't she? He likes that though- it's sweet. He's always had a soft spot for the shy ones.

"Oh, well... Thank you! That's very kind!" She smiles again. All this attention is strange to her!

Johnny sticks a hand out as though to banish the thought. "No need to thank me, Sugarplum- But if you really wanted to thank me, you could always let me take you out.~"

As smooth as that line was, it never worked. Not for Johnny at least. The last time he tried it he got a ponytail to the face. That's why it was so surprising when this "Emma" girl agreed- and enthusiastically, too!

"Really?! Oh, do you mean it? I would love to!"

"Say what-?" Johnny doesn't even realize he'd said that aloud.

"I said I'd love to! Did you havena place in mind? Dinner? A movie?" She looks so excited when she speaks. Her grin is ear-to-ear! Johnny can't help but smile too.

"Oh- Oh yeah! Uh... How's about I just pick you up at seven and surprise ya- That sound fun?" He smirks cooly, playing off the fact that he's just as overjoyed as she is.

It works like a charm. To Emma, he's cool as a cucumber.

"Oooh, that sounds like fun!" She nods enthusiastically, fumbling as she reaches back into her pocket for her list and pen. She scribbles her number and address haphazardly on her folded up to-do list and hands it to Johnny as though it were a present. And to him, it very well is.

"Here! Here's my information- I look forward to seeing you tonight, Johnny Bravo-!"

And with that, before Johnny could speak or even flex again, that pretty little girl had skipped off, the sound of her clicking heels fading in the distance and a love-struck hunk left behind her.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 20 - Part 2

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Noah Wright

"For Monday," my art teacher started. It was the end of class Thursday, I was folding up my easel while Dinah was putting away the props we used for our still life drawings.

"I want you all to have three portraits from three different faces. These portraits must be a different style for each face. Realistic, you could do a caricature, abstract. Be creative. For every portrait beyond the three assigned, you will get extra credit for," she explained before dismissing us.

"Wanna draw each other?" Dinah asked in excitement once we left the class.

Jude was a little ways down the sidewalk, seeming to be on the phone but headed our way.

"Yeah, I guess. We need three portraits. You, Alice and" and Jude caught up to us, shoving his phone in his back pocket.

"Jude can be my third."

"Third for what?" Jude asked and we all headed towards the parking lot.

"We have to draw portraits for class," Dinah explained, her hand folding into Jude's hand.

"Oh cool. Yeah, we should all hang out tonight."

Then turning to me, Jude asked...

"You have your own place, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose you guys could come to mine."

And that was how my small apartment became the hang out spot for the night and many nights after that.

Dinah and I were set up with our sketchbook in my living room while Alice sat on the couch in a still position as we drew her.

Dinah decided on a caricature for Alice while I choose the abstract look.

We were going to draw Jude next then each other and for extra credit, which I couldn't believe I was caring about, I was going to draw Ciera. 

While Dinah and I were completing our homework, I felt a hand on my back while I was lining Alice's hair on my open page.

"Damn, Noah. You're pretty good," Jude spoke to me in a low voice.

"Thanks," I said and didn't think twice about Jude's hand being on me until it slid lower.

I looked at Jude and was about to say something, until he stepped towards Dinah and placed his hand on her lower back as well before complementing her art.

Fuck, Sam was getting to me with his paranoia over Jude liking me.

I checked the time on my cell-phone.

Sam was still at work.

I sighed and finished the rest of Alice's portrait, trying to focus more on being with my friends than worrying about Sam's jealousy.

"Can I pick my pose?" Jude questioned with a suggestive grin once Dinah and I completed our drawings of Alice.

"No one wants to see you naked," Ciera claimed with her signature bored tone.

"Hey, you wish you could see me naked," Jude jested then took his shirt off.

Ciera, Alice and I booed him.

Jude laughed.

"Fuck you guys, I'm art," he claimed as he took a stool from the kitchen and sat down in the pose he wanted.

I shook my head but began drawing him.

I decided on the realistic form of drawing for Jude, starting with an outline of his body.

The rest of the day was just bullshitting around with my friends and finishing Dinah and my homework.

It was in the evening when Alice left and Ciera and Dinah went to pick up food from Wing Stop.

It was just Jude and I and our conversation on school work quickly changed to a different matter.

"So how long have you been with Sam?" Jude asked me.

We were playing Super Smash Bros Brawl.

"A year and two months," I answered.

"Hmm. To be honest, I didn't expect you to be with someone like him."

"What do you mean?" I questioned but was more so paying attention to the game.

"I mean, he seems a bit of a square while you're more out there. No offense."

I laughed.

"Trust me, it's the opposite. Sam is far more 'out there' than I am. He was just anxious at the party meeting all of you guys."

That might've been a lie, he wasn't anxious that night, he was jealous but I wasn't about to tell Jude that Sam basically hates him for absolutely no reason.

"What do you even see in him?" Jude questioned but his tone didn't come off rude, he sounded more genuinely curious.

"Sam's sexy as hell," was my response.

Obviously there was way more to loving Sam than just his stunning self.

"Pfft, so you're shallow and only like him for his body?"

"No. He's intelligent, funny, he's kind. He never takes my shit when I'm being a dick. It's never boring with him and..."

I smirked at Jude.

"The sex is really fucking good."

"Really? How many guys have you been with?"

"Just Sam."

The game was paused and Jude looked at me like he couldn't believe what I just said...

"Just Sam? How can you even say the sex is good with nothing to compare it to?"

"I mean I've had sex before Sam. My ex-girlfriend and I would fuck all the time."

Jude looked pleasantly surprised.

"Ah, so you're into both."

"I'm into Sam," I corrected because my boyfriend was the only person I was interested in and the only person I wanted to be with.

Was I attracted to both males and females, yes but wasn't that irrelevant when the person I was with was the only one I wanted?

Jude laughed my statement off.

"Boy, you haven't experienced anything yet. Just you wait."

I was about to question him on that comment but my front door swung open, Ciera and Dinah came in with our pick-up food.

I'd have to ask him about that later.

[chpare]

EP:01.09

Oh hell no... They wanted to group me up with HIM? The one that was the bane of my existence as a part of the painful chain of recruitment?! They must have an out for me, something to that degree because I don't really enjoy complying with their ideals of "hospitality..."

"Hiii Mark! I'm surprised to see you here! Couldn't get enough of the Klydster huh?"

There he was again, with his shoes, those... Damn shoes... But something is different about Mark now... His outfit was the same but he seems to have an Arm band on now? It's not ARC 09 related either... It feels... Off. His slicked back hair it now a bit more fluffy and curly like he had to splash his face a couple times before even stepping foot on this floor... His glasses are a bit tinted now too a purplish hue? It kind of gleams pink if you tilt at the right angle.

"Hi Klyde... Yep, you're just one of those things that whenever you're around everyone seems to work harder..."

My eyes are so tired I couldn't tell what glasses I was grabbing before washing my face to keep myself awake... I had to grab my Grant Key from the lockers as well since that is something that HAS to be on person at all time for this specific department... Not that I wanted to give this department a shot... Well... Maybe I did, but I didn't want to end up teamed with this shit eating grinning annoyance...

"So that makes all three of us here huh?"

Both Klyde and Mark turn their gaze upon the third that was in the corner of the room... On a rather cozy looking bean bag, or was it memory foam?

"And you are?"

Mark quipped, forgetting which face he was suppose to put on... The inside feeling or the out side appearance.

"My name is the only thing that is concerning you right now? What about how you ruined my sketch? You've been sitting there like a stone for who knows how long... An hour maybe?"

It was rather true, the table was absolutely warm to the touch where Mark was originally resting his elbows while propping his head up with his hands in an ever so stern pose.

"Now now... That meeting of mine wasn't an hour long now was it? Haha... Heh... Hm..."

Klyde was sure it wasn't that long... Was it? Wait, what meeting is he even thinking about? It was... Yeah it was the meeting with Chadwell but... He doesn't recall what Chadwell even looks like...

"Now please go back to your original state so I can finishing drawing you..."

"I want a copy of this when you're done so I can set it as my profile picture"

"... Fine... But you'll have to buy me some coffee on the way out for today... And the name is Dolly"

Both Mark and Dolly nod at each other, now this Dolly... She had a rather cozy vibe to her... She had big bushy grayish brown hair, her bangs didn't cover much besides her eyebrows so one couldn't really tell her expression with eyes alone...

"Anyway you three, I will see myself out, I'm sure you all have a lot to discuss!"

Slurmp just slithers on out. Now back to Dolly, know how there's always that one girl with the outrageously large wooly sweater that looks every so comfortable? Well that's what Dolly is wearing, yep, the knitted forest green beanie, autumn brown glasses, autumn forest pattern sweater, dark brown yoga pants, and the slip on dress shoes that didn't even look like dress shoes, it's like a stuffed animal version of flip flops.

Mark resumed his position at the table once again, resting his head on his hands.

"Do I... Just stay out of view or..." "You can sit if you want, it wouldn't take long to draw you, the design is pretty simple enough." "Rude..."

[bluepoodle7]

#ZableFable #WeirdLore #MyThoughts

Zable Fable when getting fankids that canonical can't have any be like.

Seems Fable was using the dream move opposite day saying they can have kids with both of the couple's trust and agreement to have kids even though one party couldn't with the DNA from the partner while guessing what the hybrid kids would look like with a little humanity in them.

Video not mine but link is there.

NX_vcjZmQ9w (youtube.com)

Beta Zable Fable's

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I was originally going to make Zable a Illbleed or Gemusetto oc but decided to make this character it's own thing.

Zable's beta design was originally going to be a Undertale character that was a shapeshifter but pretended to be human so the human's wouldn't notice her but later was caught then thrown underground.

The running joke was Papyrus would bring her to Asgore to be the last soul but have Papyrus get told it wasn't going to work.

She would only appear on April 1 next to the Gyftrot.

I still would love to know if Thon is a good pronoun for beta Zable.

Her battle animations would be shapeshifting her body like her arms and legs into weapons then swings them around at the player. Picking up the UI box and shaking it around while eyeing it and the stop/go blue/orange spikes glow swapping. They would talk about not belonging.

To spare her you need to calm her down and chat with them. At the end you exchange phone numbers and you meet her in a special place where you just dance with her.

Also Gyftrot will be there too without the stuff on it.

The special place is the abandoned meat factory but they don't know that.

All of this beta stuff was in my head for the longest time.

Before I saw Doe and Nimona but both media brought it back since it was locked up for so long.

Music's and game not mine but link is there.

Undertale OST: Meat Factory (youtube.com)

If beta Zable had a theme.

Exploring the Meat Factory - SiIvaGunner: King for Another Day (youtube.com)

She/Thon Zable would take off their eye glasses to reveal nothing underneath and throw it at the player but then do the velma where my glasses at pose.

The glasses are the eyes.

It's a rare attack.

Yeah I like to draw monsters since my art style isn't the best so I have a ton of shifter oc's.

But most of my roleplays I do which are a few like the base character more then for the character to change form.

When you defeat beta Zable.

She would smirk and say "I guess you were more of a monster than me and I was the human all along." "Crazy right?"

Then turns to dust and you win only one gold but it's fools gold.

You can't sell or throw away the fool's gold and is stuck with you in your inventory till the end.

Sometimes beta Zable would mirror match fight the player but only in the killing all monster route.

Beta Zable got caught shifting her arm to make a tool she needed and someone caught her changing her hand then told someone.

The humans sent her underground since they were scared.

If Zable's fool's gold body reaches the Amalgam area then it will try to fuse with each Amalgamate for one unique battle animation for each one then fade away.

This is the only way to get rid of the fool's gold.

I imagine some of the cutscenes in the fool's gold battles will be a random gold hand assisting in the Ui battle.

Like for example the gold hand shooing away the moths or butterflies then string puppetering the Everyman to attack the heart player.

Like this.

Video not mine but link is there.

Everyman scream (youtube.com)

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Weird fanart I would make if my art was good

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If my artwork was really good I would draw John Doe interacting with Bitmark/Gifford over Zable Fable.

Maybe have the two fight each other for Zable's date while Zable is oblivious.

Bitmark/Gifford was my first yandere like character I knew about, Signed and Sealed With A Kiss base character was the second, Peter King is third, and John Doe is fourth.

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#Illbleed #Level3Woopuppets #WudollaBugItem My favorite one off item is the Wudolla bug. These little friends eat a certain... – @bluepoodle7 on Tumblr

If Zable Fable was in trouble with a snatcher REALTORs or a wood person/tree people then any version would have copycat item the Wudolla bugs then just put them on the enemy for them to snack on if the tree's bodies are withered or old.

Zable would probably give these creatures out like pins or stickers by just sticking them on tree enemies to let them eat.

I can see Zable say "Hey you dropped your house pin." and have Fable shapeshift the wudolla bug into the house pin for the REALTORs to wear then if the lure body is old then it will eat the plant flesh body down to the wooden skeleton but if it's young wood it would change back.

If I knew how to draw really good I would makes these Wudolla bugs into metallic pins, stickers, and laminated charms that shine when light shines on them.

Nicknames If Zable Fable dated Maison Talo and John Doe with other stuff.

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Nicknames Zable Fable would give John Doe.

Dust Bunny, Fuzzy Guy, Little Buddy, String Bean, Hot Topic, The Creeper, Jonathan, Johnny Test, J Man, The Twinge for Illbleed, My Sweetheart, Smiley Central, Mystery Man, Freakazoid, My little Tribble, Wooly Bear, Chubble, Clayfigher, and Cheshire Cat.

Zable thinks of new ones on the fly.

If Zable was dating Maison Talo any version would call him a Brickhouse as a nickname.

Another couple of nicknames Zable would use for Maison Talo would be Joe Pera and Mr.Roger's Neighborhood.

Because to Zable this character reminds them of both in style but like a distorted monster version that eats people but acts like a person.

Zable would make the gas station like a second job for extra cash when realm jumping.

Zable would kiss the housebody door then the lure then go to work.

When your yousona decides not to take a bath or shower then go to their gas station job while John Doe is flirting with you saying that you smell nice be like.

Zable Fable would be like.

"Dang man I smell like a burger dude shut it."

Can Realtors walk into the gas station and do they buy anything to try to not blow their cover?

Is that where Heim is getting the burgers at?

I can also see a Realtor saying.

"You look like a snack and mind if I carry you out?"

While winking at the yousona working.

It can either be a sweet thing to say if you are together or a threat to the yousona.

Zable would still ask a lot of questions like how does the fridge and freezer stay cool?

Where does the water come from and how does the air conditioning or heating work?

Also the bathroom situation like the toilet.

Also I think it's canon that the bathroom's in a REALTORs house body is for aesthetic and doesn't work.

So how do these plant people mimics keep their lure bodies clean after a meal?

Zable any version would love to see Maison Talo's seasonal color changes like his cheetah zoot suit looking outfit.

But all of them will be curious of the other seasonal change forms.

Probably say.

"House man too cool for school rocking that look."

I can see Zable taking Maison Talo's business card then wait for him to leave then write their number on it then call up Maison to regift his own card back to him saying this.

"I hope you make a house call back to me if you have the time and maybe have a house party later."

Different Zable's Dating

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If any version of Zable gets hit on by someone they will be oblivious at first and respond by just telling the character they like them instead of trying to skirt around it.

Some might not like big announcements like a flash mob or a huge party.

Every Zable is different some may have relationship experience and some won't.

But the Au for Regular Zable knows how dating works while the Zable Au with Doe was too busy or never dated at all.

Never even went to prom because this Zable found it not important to go.

If Zable dated Heim Baile

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If Zable would date Heim Baile from House Hunted 2 they would probably go out on a burger date and eat inside of his house body.

Zable would ask to do a fancy limited edition food review with Heim if he is okay with it.

Zable would ask Heim in a interview on Realtor lore.

Zable asking questions like.

"Why do some of you REALTORs hunt humans?" "While some are like oh boy real food and still survive."

"If Realtors can't get jobs but have hobbies then how are you getting burgers?"

"If Realtors can't control what your lure bodies look like."

"Then do some Realtors try to outward change their appearance like wearing normal clothes instead of the ones they sprouted with over their "clothes" ?"

"Also do some Realtors feel like they are not in the right lure body?"

"Like a pollinator house wanting to be a seed bearer."

"Are their any Realtors that are both?"

That's wild that Zable Fable is taller than both Heim and Doe since this character is 6'2 while also at Maison Talo kissing height since he is 6'3.

Doe is 5'8 but can shapeshift and Heim is 4"11.

Wonder if his eye bleeds when damaged in his Doe ball form?

I know in his human form if you three stooges eye poke his eyes they turn into teeth.

Also wild that John Doe can't bleed in his true form which is interesting to me unless that's not cannon anymore.

I wonder what was the first time he noticed that humans bleed and put that into his fake body to act normal?

And his first set of scars.

https://twitter.com/mortisfox/status/1595660129634222081

Fable swapped in control of Zable's human vessel body when a REALTORs gets on top of them with their mouth open be like.

He likes the flappy hands #fyp #fypシ #viral #flappyhands #dogsofttikto... | Puppy Dog | TikTok

Zable Fable if they were dating a REALTORs and protecting them.

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Zable Fable would be the character to walk inside of a REALTORs horror house and if both parties are friends or lovers would bring back food if the character got a buy one get one free deal then would ask the house if they want the extra food in case they need to realm jump.

Zable Fable would just tired face plant after a long day of interviews with knowing the history of the places they visited on either the REALTORs floor on the meat furniture to kiss it then the lure body if they are lovers.

And if the REALTORs up for it but that is before they kiss the REALTORs door.

Janet still would be weirded out by all of this but since she's inorganic then she is safe but would explore the place like seeing the bathroom just being their as a aesthetic and not work.

Zable Fable would want to know if a REALTORs could eat their own business cards since they rot like fruit. Maybe drop it on the floor just to see the reaction of the house.

Zable Fable would also try to lead the villain that each version's story by running away in the REALTORs house body with YipYop thinking both parties are hiding just for the REALTORs to eat them then finally break the sitcom curse unless YipYop adapts to that and kills the house.

But if the REALTORs successfully eat YipYop they might hallucinate pretty bad that Fable has the stay with them to make them normal.

If YipYop adapts then they may day dream a move to take the house out that might stress out Zable enough to unlock Fable to randomly dream move back the day dream attacks.

Like for example YipYop day dreaming tile tenting the floors of the house or try to wreck it with a wrecking ball and maybe a warning on making the bathroom work.

While Fable would try to stop it by using Zable's body to grab the wrecking ball then send it back while a clone tries to stop the floor while healing it.

Have another clone try to fix the bathroom.

YipYop is after Fable and not Zable but Fable uses Zable as a hiding spot.

Fable is concealing themselves from YipYop to heal up but is actually shifted stuck as a blue upside down heart necklace to heal so they can one day be in the waking world but are resting but only when danger is near they swap places with Zable.

Also if you eat a piece of any shifter or vored them the person or being who ate them will hallucinate and slowly be mind controlled by the shifter.

I can see Zable point to the name tag with John Doe on it for a split second then revert to normal once the same name joke hits. Zable would also do the same name game to Maison Talo when he says dear buyer then joke corrects him with saying their name is Maison Talo.

Zable Fable because of the sitcom curse would say puns that would make you grown.

"Hey I owe you a quarter back and I forget to give you a nickel back with 50 cents in change."

Zable Fable would jokingly say that then say they were almost number 1 but someone beat them to the ranking as a joke then smirk shrug at Maison Talo.

I wonder what his reaction would be?

I can see Maison Talo saying Zable's not a REALTORs then Zable jokingly gaslighting him to think the character is one by showing a custom house badge they purchased online but then say just kidding.

I can see Zable Fable trying to joke that each version of the character is a REALTORs by dying once then exploring the Uncanny Valley once to find a house that looks like the character then take a picture of the house then later lead Maison Talo to it to slowly gaslight him.

Maybe have Zable joke that they don't have business cards but gives him a food coupon instead of the business card while saying their defective at making them.

Fable in Zable vessel body after a REALTORs knocked out Zable then gets up to slowly takes off their normal buyer clothes to reveal a REALTORs outfit underneath that has the opposite of what the REALTORs genotype pin is.

And this plays be like.

It Had To Be You - Carl Stalling and the WB Studio Orchestra - 1940 (youtube.com)

Maybe have Fable in Zable's REALTORs dressed vessel body repeat the saying "Do you absolutely love this house?" in a sexy tone before knocking out the house with the lure body to leave the area through the mouth front door.

Zable giving him a already microwaved hungry man fish with chips dinner and then lightly patting his back.

Have Zable waving bye to him to explore the Uncanny Valley.

I can see Zable Fable closing their eyes then hum this song to themself while saying pack my bags and say I'm leaving.

Video and images not mine but links are there.

I Got over Love (youtube.com)

The hungry man dinner I was talking about. I kind of want to eat it but I hope it's not too salty and found a image of what the meal looks like for reals.

I would eat it if the Hungry Man company brought it back.

My guess that it tastes like a cut up fish stick or like the McDonald's fish mcbites but store brand with cheese whiz on the potato wedges.

Hungry Man Sports Grill Popcorn Fish and Chips | Frozen Foods | Matherne's Market (mathernes.com)

Swanson Hungry Man Popcorn Fish and Chips | Morton Fox | Flickr

Mainly this house I want to draw later.

But is just a normal house not a mimic one in this au but in my Infected Realtor Au then it's a mimic house as Zable Fable but as a evil Infected Realtor that eats houses with the lure body.

Search: Dawg Hus – @bluepoodle7 on Tumblr

I can also see that Zable Fable when Maison Talo or Heim Baile do their REALTORs speech again to convince the character to visit their houses and have Zable say you could make a religion out of your little speeches since you memorized them to the tee.

I can see if Zable "dies" or faints and Fable swaps in with a random dream move.

That Fable in Zable's REALTORs dressed vessel body repeat the saying a REALTORs used before Zable "died" in a sexy tone just to see the REALTORs reaction.

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

What If? (H.JS)

Warnings : mention of divorce 

Word Count : 1897

Synopsis : she had never seen jisung as anything more than just a friend. that is until her and jisung volunteered to do a couples photoshoot for their mutual friend. seeing the way he looked at her, the way they just seemed to match perfectly had her wondering, what if they were more than friends?

“He said my portfolio isn’t good enough. There isn’t enough variety.” Hyunjin whined as he plopped beside me on the couch. I could see the disappointment and exhaustion in his eyes when he looked at me. He had been working on his photography portfolio for months now, hoping to impress his professor.

           “Did he give you any ideas to help expand your portfolio?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair. It’s always helped calm him down, or that’s what he told me.

           “He wants me to try to do a couples photoshoot, since I do a lot of portrait shoots. But I don’t even know any couples!” I slowly began to massage his head as he moved to rest his head in my lap, his eyes closing as he did so.

           “Y/N and I will do it.” Jisung offered from the kitchen. Hyunjin’s eyes shot open, meeting mine immediately.

           “Is there something you two aren’t telling me?” He questioned, causing Jisung and I to burst into laughter.

           “No, but we can act like it front of the camera.” Jisung chuckled as he sat in the chair beside the couch.

           “Besides, most of the school thinks we’re dating anyway.” I joked. Ever since high school, people have thought Jisung and I were couple since we’ve always been so close. Jisung is quite introverted and nervous around a lot of people, and he’s told me before that I comfort him just by being beside him. Growing up, he always clung to me in one way or another, not that I ever minded.

           “Yeah, when I met you two in high school, I could have sworn you two were a couple.” Hyunjin added, sitting up on the couch. “But you two would really do a couples photoshoot for me?” We exchanged looks before nodded.

           “You’re our friend and this is important to you. Of course we’ll help.” I smiled.

           The three of us set out to find some nice shooting locations the next day. It was the perfect day for a photoshoot; the sun shining high in the sky. Every once in a while, Hyunjin would stop us and we’d take some pictures. Jisung and I looked up some references so we knew how to pose and make it look more realistic.

           There was a lot of longing stares and laughter at how ridiculous this felt. Hyunjin was completely focused as Jisung and I posed for him. This was his final project and was worth 50% of his grade, and I could tell it was stressing him out. We tried our best to look as in love as possible, trying to hold in our laughter until the picture was taken, but sometimes it was difficult.

           “Stop looking at me like that.” Jisung chuckled, hiding his face behind his hands. I reached out, taking one of his hands in mine and continued looking longingly into his eyes. “Yah!” I watched as his cheeks became a rosy colour.

           “Let me love you!” I yelled as he suddenly took off running. As I caught up to him, I jumped on his back, thinking it would tackle him to the ground, but I was surprised when he caught my legs in his hands and continued running with me on his back. “Yah Han Jisung!” I shrieked, begging him to drop me.

           “Didn’t think this one through, did you princess?” I cringed at the cliché nickname, lightly hitting the top of his head in protest. “Yah! Don’t hit me!”

           The three of us ended up at a cafe looking through the pictures Hyunjin took throughout the day, after he downloaded them to his laptop. Jisung would point at one he thought was really nice, asking to send them to him later. But I just stared, my heart suddenly picking up pace.

           I stared at the pictures, seeing the wide smiles on both our faces. How perfectly our hands seemed to fit together. Hyunjin even took pictures of us when we were just being ourselves, running around the park with me on his back. You couldn’t tell the difference between the pictures where we were acting like a couple and when we were just hanging out.

           In all the years I’ve known Jisung, I’ve never seen him as anything more than my best friend. But looking at these pictures is like looking into another reality where he’s my boyfriend, and I don’t mind it.

           Han Jisung has always been the person I turn to when I have news to share, good or bad. Through all the hard times and fights, he stuck by me, promising me he’d never leave. He’s the person that knows me better than I know myself. He knows exactly what I need without me asking for it. It’s like he can read my mind.

           There’s no denying that he’s handsome either. He has a smile that can light up a room. Whenever I’m having a bad day, his smile alone can brighten it, bringing a smile to my face as well. And he’s got the cutest cheeks that puff out when he shoves food in his face, much like a squirrel. It’s one of my favourite parts about him. Honestly, I love everything about him.

           There’s no doubt in my mind that I accidentally fell for my best friend. I fell for him a long time ago, but I refused to admit it. But looking at these pictures, my heart can’t deny it anymore. I’m in love with Han Jisung.

           “Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Jisung’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Do you not like the pictures? Are we not a cute couple?” He joked, his famous smile dancing across his lips. I couldn’t help but smile back.

           “We’re obviously the cutest! All the pictures are amazing, Jinnie.” Hyunjin smiled at us, the stress seeming to wash off him completely.

           “Honestly, you two would make a really cute couple. Look at this picture.” He showed us a picture he took just a bit ago when we got to the café. Jisung and I were standing in line, waiting to order. As per usual, Jisung had his arm draped across my shoulders, and I was holding his hand that was hanging off my shoulder, our fingers laced together. We were staring at each other, wide smiles on our faces. We weren’t even posing, that’s just how we’ve always been. “You are the happiest with each other.” Hyunjin added, but Jisung and I were both silent, realization hitting us both.

           “Wow.” Jisung breathed out, his eyes suddenly meeting mine. “I’m so handsome!” He exclaimed, a wide smile taking over his face. I let out a laugh, but I could feel my heart drop. It was obvious that I was the only one who fell.

           I eventually excused myself with the excuse of a project due in a couple days that I needed to finish. I put my earbuds in and took the long way home, overthinking every little thing between Jisung and I over the years. When did my feelings change?

           Was it the night my parents divorced and I couldn’t stop crying, wondering what went wrong? Jisung came over after I had called him and he heard I was crying. I told him not to, but he still showed up, drenched from the pouring rain, holding a bag of all my favourite snacks. He held me until my sobs faded and wiped away the drying tears.

           Maybe it was when we were partnered for a project in high school and we were in my room, laughing about something completely unrelated to the project. We stayed up late into the night, until my dad came upstairs, offering Jisung the spare room to sleep in, saying he already called his parents. Jisung was awake before me, waking me up with breakfast in bed and a shy smile.

           It could have been when I was stood up, and instead of just picking me up and allowing me to do the lonely walk of shame out of the fancy restaurant, he barged in, apologizing profusely for being late. I smiled when I saw him dressed in his best suit, his hair a mess from the obvious run he did to get there. He even paid despite the high price and his dwindling bank account.

           Or it could have been a mix of everything. Maybe my feelings were never platonic. I always seemed to laugh louder and smile more when he’s around.

           A short vibration from my phone pulled me from my thoughts. I opened the message from Hyunjin, seeing a couple pictures from today on my screen along with a short message. I don’t think you two are just friends.

           The pictures were ones he didn’t show us at the café, or at least not when I was there. The first one seemed to be from when we were just wandering around looking for a location to shoot. I was looking somewhere off camera, probably looking around for a place to shoot. But Jisung’s eyes were on me. His hands were in his pockets while a soft smile danced across his lips. The way he looked at me was the way guys in movies look at their lover. Eyes full of love and longing.

           The second picture was during one of the moments we were trying to act like a couple, but we couldn’t contain our laughter. His hands cupped my face, our eyes locked together in a sweet gaze. You could practically hear our laughter just by looking at the picture. And in both of our eyes was the same longing look Jisung gave me in the previous picture.

           The final picture was another from us acting like a couple. I had closed my eyes just like the couple in the reference picture, thinking Jisung did too. Our foreheads were touching, his hands cupping my face once again, and my hands resting on his chest. But his eyes weren’t closed. They were open, looking at me with such love that I could feel the butterflies erupt in my stomach.

           I stopped walking, just staring at the third picture, hope building up in my stomach. The lyrics of the song playing in my earbuds was background music to the sound of my heart pounding.

           Just then, Jisung’s contact picture popped up on screen as he called me. He always knew when I needed him. He knew me better than I knew myself. I should have known I couldn’t keep these feelings a secret from him. He could read me as easily as you can read your favourite book.

           “Turn around.” Was all he said before hanging up. Slowly, I listened to his directions, turning around, and seeing him standing just a few feet away. “You felt it too, didn’t you.” He said, neither one of us taking a step. Strangers just walked on by, not paying us any attention, as if they were extras in a drama we were starring in.

           “Yeah.” Was all I could say, and a smile formed on his face. “I think I always have.” I added, surprised he could hear me with how soft my voice was. He finally walked towards me, closing the short distance between us before cupping my face.

           “Me too.” He whispered before pressing his lips to mine in the first of many kisses we’d share.

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“You should move that line just a smidge to the left.”

Nodding my head to beat of the music flowing through my speakers, I mindlessly tap the arrow key a few times, and I see exactly what she means. It completes the arcane circle design I’ve been beating my head against for the last hour in a very aesthetically pleasing way, even if the initial impression makes it look off-balance.

“Mmm, that’s perfect, darling. I can actually feel that one. You’re using the wrong language, of course—which makes it kind of rude, by the way—but that’s a minor thing, easy enough to fix—”

My eyes widen as the words—the voice—register, breaking through my hyperfocus with so much force that I end up throwing myself out of my fancy gaming chair and into a heap on the floor. And, consequently, at the feet of a person who distinctly shouldn’t be in my office. Or my apartment. At all. Because I live alone, and unless my soul fucking planeswalked on it’s lonesome while my body was hunched over my desk (which, okay, I wouldn’t put it past it)…

Where was I going with this?

Oh. Right. Stranger. In my apartment. Where there shouldn’t be anyone. Especially not wearing gorgeous leather boots that immediately inspired frankly criminal levels of envy. And confusion, considering the subtle tendrils of smoke surrounding them.

A softly amused chuckle pulls me from my contemplation of knee-high leather and smokey emanations. I blink and look up (though not without a cursory appreciation of black leather pants, a dark purple corset top, and oh—nope, not gonna stare, don’t stare at the boobs) only to be caught by a crooked smile and eyes that quite literally burned. Like, honest to gods purple flame.

“Well, fuck.”

At least she laughed.

“Not what I came here for, but, hmm. I can’t say I’d be opposed.”

“I—”

Well, then.

I shake my head, trying to jumpstart it. “I’m sorry, but who the fuck are you? And what—how—”

Laughter. Nice laughter, I have to admit. Kinda hits me somewhere in my core. I sigh and drag a hand down my face.

“Who am I, why and how am I here, and what do I want?”

I give a half-hearted attempt at a glare (which, considering I’m still in a heap on the floor, is probably zero percent effective). “Yeah. All that.”

She laughs softly again. “Well, darling, you summoned me. Don’t you know?”

“…what?”

She gestures to the computer screen somewhere above my head, and the ‘arcane summoning circle’ design I’d been messing with for an illustration. I looked from the screen to my…guest—who, I had to admit, didn’t exactly look entirely human—and back.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

More laughter, this time full-bodied laughter that definitely hits me deep. “The Neo-Enochian you’re using is wrong, as I was saying before. And that part—” a long finger swirls a smokey tendril around a small section of text “—is conjugated entirely wrong. But essentially, yes. Close enough.”

I blink. “So you’re telling me that I got a random design close enough to a real thing, and you just…decided to show up?”

“Something like that. I was intrigued.”

My eyebrow hies halfway up my forehead. “Bullshit.”

“You’re not going to bother telling me magic doesn’t exist?”

“I try to be open minded! And I still call bullshit.”

Her eyebrow lifts to match mine, but she says nothing, just crosses her arms.

I scramble off the floor (trying desperately to ignore how her pose does things for me), and gesture wildly at my design station. “I’ve tossed together dozens of these. This is my third this week! It’s just random shapes, and bullshit fonts. That’s not even a real language!”

“It’s Neo-Enochian.”

“It’s gibberish! Key smashes!”

Her eyes blaze hotter, shifting from deep purple to a bluish white, and she steps closer, gaze boring into me until it slides at the last minute to my screen. The words—if they are words—echo and pull at me as they slip off her tongue, affecting me in a way that is distinctly not physical. They make my jaw ache and my eyes water before she cuts off, leaving a vacuum that has me flexing my jaw and shaking my head like I’d emerged from underwater.

“Now, if you’d written it in Valduuran like it should’ve been, you wouldn’t have that annoying feedback that’s making your jaw buzz.”

I throw my hands up in frustration. “Neo-Enochian, Valduuran, might as well be fucking Cthuulian.”

“Oh, gods, no. Cthuulian is much worse.”

“I don’t know any of them! These are just stupid, made-up fonts I picked up! There’s no way I just ‘happened’ to arrange them in the right order for them to mean anything, let alone the rest of it!”

“You’re right, that is absurd.”

I throw my hands out. “Thank you!”

“Clearly there’s some part of you that recognizes all of this, and purposely summoned me.”

I blink. Blink again. Fall backwards into my chair (fortunately, as I didn’t look). “Clearly, I’ve lost my mind. And am hallucinating.”

Flaming eyes brighten and narrow. “I realize that no one in this age really believes in anything anymore, but that’s just rude.”

I glare back at her. “And showing up uninvited isn’t?”

Once again, a long finger points at the screen beside me. “Summoned.”

I groan and sink deeper into my chair. Letting my head fall back against the headrest cushion. “Okay. Okay. Pretending for a hot minute that I believe you—”

“Terribly generous of you.”

I glare harder. “Pretending I believe you about any of this—what does Valduuran look like, and how would I tell it from Neo-Enochian? What difference would it make? Why am I even asking any of this?”

There’s a hint of a smirk on her lips now. “Maybe a part of you is as curious as I was?”

I groan and spin my char back around to face my computer screen. “Valduuran?”

“You’ll know it when you see it, I think.”

There’s a hint of something in her voice, which I choose to ignore. “So helpful.” I roll my eyes and start scrolling through the frankly obscene number of fonts on my computer (I really need to delete half of these, it’s ridiculous). I refuse to admit (at least out loud where she can hear) that I’d been annoyed by the font because it hadn’t sat right with me. I just hadn’t gotten back around to changing it yet.

Except that none of them felt right.

This is stupid.

Grumbling under my breath, I swing over to my tablet display, and grab my stylus.

Utterly ridiculous.

Stylus to tablet. I have half a mind to scribble out something inane, like song lyrics or movie quotes. What comes out instead…

A contented sigh sounds behind me as I lift the stylus from the screen and set it back in its cradle. The words my…guest…speaks this time evoke a powerful feeling deep within me, one I can’t name, but deeply long for as soon as the words are gone.

She sighs again, or I sigh, and the silence that follows after feels heavy and expectant. And then a last word falls not from her lips, but from mine, and the sound that greets it is unaccountably magical.

“I wondered how much longer it would take me to finally fine you.”

I turn slowly in my chair to find twin flaming irises dancing with humor and…something else.

“Find me?”

“Mmm. It has been a very long time since my father cursed you to wander far from me. Truthfully, I was close to giving up.”

“…I don’t understand.”

She laughs, and the draw in me deepens. “Souls bound as ours are will always find each other. Not even gods can change that, though my father certainly tried.”

I shake my head. Her words pull at me, tug at something, but they—none of this—

“You don’t believe me.”

I let out a slow breath. Feel the regret like an ache. “I want to. I mean, who wouldn’t?”

Her lips tick in a soft, crooked smile. “You said my name.”

I repeat the word that had slipped from me moments before, without even realizing I’m saying it. Again. We both shiver.

I chew mindlessly on the inside of my lip. It couldn’t be that easy, could it? Though, to hear her tell it, it hadn’t been easy at all.

Still…

“Let me prove it to you?”

I look at her for a long moment and give a hesitant nod. She leans in close. Finger to the bottom of my chin, lifting gently. I suck in a breath, eyes wide, and then her lips are on mine—

And the universe opens.

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Rata van Touille- Sam Kiszka and Danny Wagner

Blame @dannythedog for this. She gave me the idea.

Warning: Ratatouille

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Sam had been under a lot of stress lately. He was looking to enter into the best restaurant in the field. The best of the best come to Cal A Bunga’s and if he was going to make it in the door as a chef for them he had to give his best.

He had been trying for weeks to perfect his ratatouille recipe, but it always came up short. He had been watching tutorial after tutorial, reading every article he could find, yet he just couldn’t find that special… something the culinary masters use in their renditions.

Sam has been so hyper focused on this, sometimes forgetting to sleep and eat, that he truly thought he had dreamed up the little man who was staring at him at present. He stands about 8 inches tall, long, dark hair pulled into a little bun, decked out in a tiny floral shirt and khakis.

The little man stands stock still, afraid to even blink lest the giant before him turn violent. He lets his eyes dart around the room looking for a way out just as the giant asks, “Who are you?”

Sam tilts his head after he asks the question, staring his little intruder down and wondering how he’d gotten into the 6th floor apartment.

“Were you trying to make Ratatouille?” The little man asks, ignoring Sam’s question entirely. He recognizes it’s probably a stupid question to ask instead of answering the giant’s posed question, but he actually really likes Ratatouille and since it’s been awhile since his last meal he’s gonna take a chance that the giant will be nice.

“Uh, yeah,” Sam answers, tilting his head further, “You know how to make it?”

The little man scoffs. “I know well enough to tell from smell alone that you have NO clue what you’re doing,” he responds sassily.

“Hey! You don’t even know me, what gives you the right to judge my Ratatouille?!” Offense coats Sam’s voice and he stands quickly, scaring the little figure who runs and hides behind the nearest larger object.

Sam realizes his blunder and sits back down on his bed in his small studio apartment. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Sam,” he calls softly to the corner of the kitchen where the little figure ran.

A tiny head pokes out cautiously. It looks around to asses the situation then slowly steps out from behind the cookie jar. “I’m Danny. Cooking’s a passion of mine,” he admits, blushing.

Sam smiles, “Me too. Wanna show me where I fucked up?” He stands slowly, pulling his hair back up into a bun and walking over to the sink to wash his hands.

Danny runs over to the edge of the sink. “Can I sit on your head and give you instructions?” He asks causing Sam to laugh.

Sam reaches out and carefully lifts Danny up onto his head, the smaller taking a moment to lean back against Sam’s bun and get comfortable. He watches as Sam washes his hands and begins cooking, spouting out instructions here and there.

After Sam reaches for the wrong ingredient for the third time, Danny tugs a piece of the larger’s hair in frustration. Sam let’s out a cry in surprise as his right arm slams into the counter above the stove.

“What the hell was that for?” He yells, eye’s darting towards his hairline.

Once Danny has calmed his laughter he pulls another strand of hair making a sound of delight when Sam’s left arm moves. He smirks and stands up, looping his feet in the strands to keep himself stable he begins puppeteering Sam, making the Ratatouille expertly.

Sam watches, jaw dropped as his arms move of Danny’s accord. He makes a noise of understanding as Danny adds ingredients Sam forgot or does something differently than Sam had been taught.

In no time a masterpiece sits before the two. The vegetables are laid perfectly, the sauce still lightly simmering in the pan.

Danny stands triumphantly on Sam’s head. “That’s how you make Ratatouille!” He cheers, plopping down and making himself comfortable against Sam’s bun, “do you have any little forks?”

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