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Always Choose You - Eddie Roundtree x Female Reader

Summary: You and Eddie were never meant to be more than a fling. So, why did you both keep coming back?

Includes: implied sex, alcohol and drug use, adult language

Note: The bolded names followed by a colon represent interview dialogue like from in the book.

The first time you met Eddie was at some gig he played with The Six. It was before Look At Us Now had blown up and they’d flown to stardom. No, you met him back in the days of small clubs on the Strip.

The band had just finished playing, you’d had a few drinks (and therefore some liquid courage in your blood), and you went for it. As soon as the cute bassist headed to the bar himself, you sauntered over.

“You were great up there. I’ve always wanted to play music like that.” You smiled and slid into the seat next to him.

He returned your grin and took a sip of his drink. “Ah thanks, we’ve been at it for a while now. I’m Eddie, by the way.” 

“Pleasure to meet you, Eddie. I’m Y/N. Have you all been in town long, I can’t say I’ve seen you play before.”

He shook his head. “We’re from Pittsburgh. Kind of took a leap of faith coming down here, but I think we’re all happy we did it.” 

You noticed as he glanced quickly over at the side of the bar. The singer of his band was talking with a beautiful brunette, but you could tell he was more focused on the girl than his friend. He looked back to you after almost a split second though, and you were almost convinced you made it up.

“Well, cheers to your success, I’m glad it’s working out for you guys.” You chuckled and clinked your glass with his.

You and Eddie flirted a bit more, drank a bit more, and at the end of the night he climbed into a taxi with you. Your roommate was out for the weekend, so you had an empty apartment and a hot guy at the ready. A nice one night stand could be just what you needed.  

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It never occurred to you that you’d see him again. Hell, you’d practically forgotten him after all that time had passed. Not that the two of you didn’t have a great night together, you were just both a little drunk and it was just once, so it never really crossed your mind. 

But then here you were, at a party for your roommate’s friend. She hadn’t told you much detail about the party, just that her friend Camila was hosting a housewarming party of sorts and she wanted you to come along as her guest. It gave you an excuse to get dressed up and it sounded fun, so you agreed without much thought. 

Your roommate, Sarah, introduced you to Camila and her husband Billy when you first arrived. Something seemed vaguely familiar about them, but you figured it was just because Billy’s band was famous and there was buzz about them everywhere. Still, you felt like maybe there was something else about them. As Camila and Sarah got caught up in conversation, you politely excused yourself to go grab a drink.

The house was full of people and you felt slightly like you were in a maze. Luckily, you wove your way to the bar area and were able to acquire a beer. 

You decided the next stop should be the patio out back. It was getting a little stuffy and some fresh air sounded perfect. You were on your way to the back door when someone stumbled into you from behind.

“Oh shit, my bad.” The man said immediately.

You turned and gave him a small smile. “It’s all good, no worries.” 

“Jesus Warren, I leave you alone for like five minutes and you’re already stumbling around aimlessly,” a familiar voice chuckled as another man strolled up beside him. 

Holy fuck. As you glanced over at his friend, you realized you knew this guy. This was that bar guy from God knows how long ago. 

It looked like said guy was having the same realization, or at least some kind of epiphany. His eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to really look at you.

“I think I know you from somewhere.” He muttered.

Eddie: Okay, I know it sounds bad, but I promise I didn’t forget about her. It had been a long time. Besides, apparently she couldn’t even remember my name, so we were both a little drunk that night.

Warren: I was high as shit, and I could definitely tell he didn’t recognize her. It’s funny to think about that now, God I can’t even imagine.

His friend-Warren- elbowed him with a laugh. “You can’t pick up chicks with that cheesy ass line, brother. No one is gonna fall for that shit.” 

You kind of wished you had some of whatever this guy was on because he was clearly high as a kite and having a grand old time. 

“Oh, I don’t know.” You let out a quiet, nervous laugh. You weren’t about to explain that you two had fucked and never spoken again once like a year or so ago.

“No, we have met before…” He trailed off in thought, but then his eyebrows shot up as it clicked. “Did you hang around the Sunset Strip by any chance?”

You downed what was left of your drink and nodded. “Yeah, I used to. I think you’ve put that together, though. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to grab another of these.” You held up the empty bottle and spun on your heel. 

Thankfully, the house had several exits, so you were able to grab your beer and slip out back unnoticed. Well, at least you thought you were. 

“Hey, can I talk to you?”

Bar guy came up beside you and gestured to the empty seat beside you. You felt like shit for this, but you couldn’t remember his name. Fred, maybe? God, you didn’t sleep around that much, you should be able to keep track of this. 

“Sure,” You shrugged. You do remember him being a nice guy, so you weren’t opposed to hearing him out. 

He hesitantly sat down. “Listen, I feel like I should apologize. I’m sorry it took me a minute to recognize you, and…well, I’m sorry I kind of disappeared from your place right after we…” His voice started trailing off when you started chuckling. “What’s funny?”

You felt your face flush and you waved a hand. “No, no, it’s not you, I promise. You really don’t have to apologize for anything, that’s why I was laughing. We slept together after I met you at a bar, I didn’t exactly expect us to grow old together.”

He was chuckling now too. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I just didn’t want you to think I was an ass or something. Can we start over?”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You smiled and held out your hand for him to shake. 

“Eddie, and likewise.” 

Eddie! So you were kind of close earlier. Truth be told though, this was one of the weirdest encounters with a hookup that you’d ever had. Normally, you wouldn’t dream of interacting with someone afterwards, but something about this guy was different. You kind of liked talking to him, and you remember feeling like that the first time you met him too. 

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You woke up in a room that was definitely not yours, which caused a little bolt of panic to shoot through you. It only took a second for it to all come flooding, thankfully. 

Somehow, you had decided it was a good idea to go home with Eddie last night. Again. That definitely was not in your plan. You weren’t in the habit of dragging out one night stands, but it looks like you had a repeat. You two wound up hanging out for most of the party last night, and you were talking, then you were kissing, and now you were here. But God, was he a good repeat. To be honest, when you snuck a glance down at his sleeping face beside you, all you could think about was that he was kind of beautiful. 

A knocking came from the door and it nearly startled you out of bed. 

“Eddie! We gotta leave for the studio, man! Billy wants us there in an hour!” 

You looked down and realized you were bare ass naked, and immediately lunged for your clothes. You weren’t sure if Eddie’s roommate would just barge in, but you were not about to be caught naked if he did. Immediate relief flooded through you as you pulled on your dress and heard footsteps as the guy walked away from the door, but you were mostly amazed by the fact that none of this had actually woken Eddie. 

This was actually kind of worse. Now you had to make a choice. Did you leave unnoticed or did you wake him up and face the morning after conversation. You really didn’t want to talk. You hooked up once and then again, it was a weird string of events that you couldn’t hash out right now. Unfortunately, he showed no signs of waking up and you’d feel really bad if he was late to his band thing. 

With a sigh you stepped over to the bed and shook his shoulder gently. Then you shook it a little less gently. This man could sleep through a fucking tornado. 

Finally, he sat up and rubbed his face. “Hmm? Oh, mornin’...”

You quickly wiped off the tiny smile that threatened to overtake your face. Thinking he looked cute, all sleepy in the morning, was not a road you needed to go down. “Hey, your friend just knocked and said Billy wants you at the studio in an hour. You seemed pretty out of it, so I just wanted to let you know before I left.”

He muttered something about “he’s such an asshole” under his breath before looking back up at you. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” You nodded as nonchalantly as possible. “Well, I’m going to head out now. Um, thanks…for last night.”

The second the words left your mouth, you knew how stupid it all sounded. You used to be pretty smooth, but apparently that was temporary. You had to get out of there before you made it worse. You grabbed your purse and strode hurriedly for the door, but before you were outside, Eddie shouted. 

“Hey, wait!”

You looked back over your shoulder at him as he pulled on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and started over to you. “Yeah?”

“Listen, um, I had fun last night. And I like you.” He combed a hand through his wild hair.

He looked like he wanted to keep going, but you cut him off first. “I’m not really looking for a relationship.” You blurted the words before you could think, and they left a curiously bitter taste in your mouth.

He looked mildly surprised at the outburst, but then shook his head. “I’m not either, actually. Honestly, I’m kind of getting over someone else right now. Stop me if I’m out of line here, but I was wondering if you might want to do this again sometime. All I’m saying is I had fun, and if you had fun too, then could I get your number? I promise I’m not proposing we grow old together here.” 

You chuckled at his reference to your conversation last night. You had to agree with him. Last night was good, and the thought of seeing him again was something you didn’t hate. 

Y/N: I can’t believe I’m actually admitting to this, but yes he became my, oh what is it people say now? My sneaky link? Friends with benefits? Whatever, the point is we kept seeing each other. Just having fun. We were in our 20s and carefree, you know?

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You and Eddie kept things casual for a long time. He grew to be one of your closest friends during that time. Yes, it was mainly about the sex for the two of you, but you actually got to know each other well. 

Eddie knew things about you that not even your roommate Sarah did. One night he opened up to you about Camila, about how he’d been in love with her for years and that was why he wasn’t looking for something serious. He seemed really vulnerable about it, and you decided to tell him about your cheating ex and why you didn’t want to date either. The two of you formed an odd sort of bond over that, over loving people that had chosen someone else. 

Eddie: If I’m being honest, I was lying when I told her about Camila. I told her I was still in love with her, but I hadn’t been for a while. I was just too afraid to admit that maybe I moved on. 

Y/N: I was done with it just being a fling at that point. Sure, I was still hurt by what happened, but I think Eddie helped heal that untrusting part of me. I felt ready for a relationship, but I didn’t know where he stood on the matter. I didn’t fess up because it almost felt better to have him in that way, than to not have him in my life anymore.

Karen: They were so obviously in love with each other, I’ll never know how they couldn’t see it in each other. The rest of us definitely could. 

Graham: Y/N and Eddie? Yeah, I think the rest of us knew about them before they knew themselves. It was annoying as hell to live with them, I mean especially sharing a wall with Eddie. Warren and I took bets on how long it would take them to actually figure out their shit, and that son of a bitch beat me. 

You and Eddie were lovers for almost a year. 

Everything changed on a night that seemed so typical. Eddie had showed up at your place, absolutely livid.

“He cut my fucking part from the song! He’s such a fucking asshole!” Eddie slammed the door behind him and flung his coat over the back of the kitchen chair.

You put your book down and hopped up from the couch. “Again? Shit, Eddie, I hate that he keeps doing that to you.” The moment you placed a calming hand to his chest and leaned against his shoulder, you felt him relax beneath your touch. 

He sighed and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry I keep showing up here like this. I just get so pissed at him, and it’s like the only place I can think of to go is here.”

“Yeah?” You laughed softly.

He was quiet for a moment. “Yeah,” he said with such finality that you could feel a shift in the room. 

The way he was looking at you…like you were something special. Like you were something valuable. 

“And why is that, Ed? Why here?” You whispered.

In answer, he leaned down and kissed you. You too had kissed obviously, but this one felt like it meant something different. “Y/N, I’m so fucking in love with you that it’s all I can think about. Even when I’m not thinking about you, I still am. I was so mad at Billy and had to get out of there, and somehow I drove here without even thinking about it. So, yeah, I’m in love with you. I know that wasn’t in the agreement, but I can’t keep going and not tell you this once.”

You could tell he was going to keep rambling, so you decided to muster up the courage and do what you were dying to do. “Eddie!” He stopped and looked at you, visibly anxious. “Eddie, I love you too. I have for so long, and screw the agreement. I want to be with you.”

Eddie’s face lit up and he kissed you again. And again. And then he stopped to why the tears off your cheeks, which you assured him were happy tears. 

“God, I should’ve told you sooner.” You chuckled and leaned your head against his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. “Warren would definitely call you a chicken right now, but I wouldn’t stoop that low.”

Even though he couldn’t see it, you rolled your eyes. “You know, I feel like you kind of did by mentioning it, but I’ll let it slide. Besides, I still thought you had feelings for Camila. I didn’t really think it would ever be me.”

Eddie pulled away slightly so he could look you in the eye. “You know I would always choose you, right? You’re it for me, baby. If you’ll have me, anyways.”

“Always, Eddie, always.” 

Y/N Roundtree: We got married like six months after that. 

Eddie: I would’ve married her that night, to be honest.

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the way i loved you || eddie roundtree x reader

tw : kissing, making out, profanity.

synopsis : jealousy isn't the best between eddie and you...

words : 932

Interviewer : Do you miss anything?

Y/N : Yeah. I do miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

Camila invited all of us over for her house party. The rain had cleared away as I sat in my taxi, giving me the perfect opportunity to run across the street without getting soaked. 

The party was packed. People jammed in the house or outside in the backyard.

I looked around, desperately trying to find someone I recognized. I could only look for so long before a body was thrown on me and brown hair covered my vision.

“I’m so glad you made it, Y/N!” I could instantly recognize it as Camila. 

“I’m so glad to see you, where are the others?” I asked as she was being pulled away by a mob of people.

“They might be outside. At least that’s where I saw Eddie and Graham last!” She yelled over the loud music as she was pulled with everyone.

I made my way outside as I saw the group of boys all huddled together. Except it was only Eddie and Warren.

“Y/N!” Warren exclaimed as he ran up to me, engulfing me in a hug.

I hugged him back, “Where’s Karen?”

Eddie sighed, “Her and Graham went off somewhere.” 

I knew what was going on between Graham and Karen. They both liked each other, and they were terrible at hiding it.

The night went by and groupies came and left. They flirted with Eddie and Warren as I attempted to keep my eyes away from Eddie. It wasn’t a secret that I liked Eddie. I’m guessing most people knew, but it made me even more jealous the way he’d look at the girls that would sit on his lap.

I don’t even know how or why I started liking Eddie, I just did. He attracted me. I’d get butterflies if he’d touch my hand while trying to teach me with the guitar, or when he touched my waist when he would move around in the kitchen.

I sighed loudly before getting up and walking over to grab a drink. Everyone was with someone else as they danced and partied.

“Hey, you’re Y/N L/N, right?” A man’s voice said as he brought me out of my gaze.

I looked over to him, seeing a quite attractive man. I smiled, “Yes, that’s me.” The two of us continued eye contact.

The man grew flustered at my smile, “I’m sorry, I've heard a lot about you, and I’ve seen you in newspapers, wow.” He stammered.

The next hour went by in a blur. We madeout and that was that. I mean, it was a lot. I didn’t fully think of my decisions, do I regret them though? No, of course not.

After he had left (his name was Thomas), I went to the restroom, fixing myself up. My lipstick was smeared and my hair was a wreck. I didn’t get banged, but it looked like I did. 

I took off the lipstick and patted water on my head, trying my best to look as presentable as I could.

The boys sat inside now, in the dark after the power had gone out. There were candles that were lit and blankets being handed out.

“Woo! Where have you been, girly?” Warren asked as he watched me walk down the stairs towards the couch. It was obvious something had happened, especially if my lipstick was off. Warren raised an eyebrow and smirked in response, which I rolled my eyes to.

“Nothing.” I said, flashing him a smile. 

I looked over to Eddie who didn’t say anything, he just looked at me with disgust, he too rolled his eyes. I watched as he got up abruptly, bumping into people as he made his way out of the house

Warren sighed, “You should follow after him.”

The rain was pouring down hard. Harder than what I expected for LA. I could barely see Eddie’s figure in the rain, he seemed to be walking fast.

“Eddie!” I yelled over the rain. “Eddie!” I yelled again, running to catch up with him.

He turned to me angrily as we were inches apart. “What, Y/N? What now?” 

“What has gotten into you? Why are you all of a sudden so mad at me?” I questioned as he held clumps of hair on his head.

“Nothing, Y/N! Nothing. Nothing is wrong because nothing happened.” He yelled.

By now, the rain had drenched both of us, and I shivered from the cold.

“If it’s nothing then don’t act like a dick.” I said to the brunette.

He only sighed loudly, “Fine, maybe it’s because you made out with that guy! Okay? You don’t understand.”

I scoffed at his response “You’ve made out with a million groupies and I don’t do shit about it. Eddie for fucks sake I’ve liked you for so long. You’re the one that doesn’t understand.” 

I couldn’t deal with him anymore, so I decided to walk away from him.

I felt Eddie grasp onto my wrist as he brought me back to him, his hands had found their way to my cheeks as he desperately kissed me. I sunk into the kiss as the rain poured down on us. It was peaceful, no fighting and just us.

I pulled away slowly, allowing myself to breathe.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Eddie said as he touched our foreheads.

I laughed quietly, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do something.”

Eddie : She misses me?

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Hi! This is my first post on here! I hope you enjoy, it did take quite awhile to brainstorm

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I was tagged by the iconic @ice-creamforbreakfast, thank you so much Alexandra! Let the chronologically -ordered spam commence!

Melinda Bradstreet-Fyfe arriving at Georgina and Vinnie's property in her private helicopter. As you do.

2. Vinnie and Georgina's Wedding!

3. Bunty's reaction to the news of Vinnie and Georgina's wedding!

4. Warren the Whale Whisperer catching some rays aboard his luxury cruiser, Seas the Day.

5. My top post for 2023.

6. Rogue accompanying Angus on the piano

7. Georgina the Sceptic oblivious to the kraken devouring a speedboat behind her

8. The spotted sixam, a special bird associated with much superstition and folklore.

9. The first night that Saffy and Connor ever spent together!

10. I really enjoyed creating the facade of the hotel and placing all he taxis etc on the lot. But I kept getting error messages whenever I tried to save. Grrrr!

11. I spent so much time setting up these shots and decorating Harrison's hotel room. But I'm proud of the results.

12. Hotel corridor. I imagine Crystal's heels would sink very deep into the plush carpet irl.@aroundthesims' 'do not disturb' hotel doors were integral to setting the scene.

l3. Sexy fun times

14. lol

15. The scenes in the hotel were so much fun and for once I was able to find the right poses.

16 and 17. Club Mango. I love staging crowd scenes even though they are hell on my poor PC.

18. Roy's impromptu therapy session with Jane.

19. Guess who rang while poor Joël was trying to get baby Alice to sleep?

20. Alice's birthday!

21. The irrepressible Rorg

22. Obligatory scenery shot.

23. First kiss between Connor and Saffron!

Thank you so much my wonderful friends and mutuals for reliving all these moments with me! I would like to tag @oasislandingresident @frostedshore @zosa95 @whyhellosims @neillesimstories @gaiahypothesims @queeniecook and @anamoon63. No pressure of course!

[creepycrawliesanonymous]

a/n this is way too long, it started as a blurb and then the spirit of the reader-insert goddess possessed me and this is what I have to show for it, totally could've been longer but I restrained myself, so if the masses want a part two just shoot the message my way

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You had a feeling most people your age would be more excited about the prospect of sharing a house with an up-and-coming rock band in Los Angeles. Perhaps you yourself were more excited leading up to your move, packing up your bare essentials and your typewriter, sipping a cocktail in the smoking section of the plane, listening to David Bowie in the taxi over to the house. And what a house it was! You were given the run-down over the phone by the woman who put the listing out, Camila Something (never great with the last names, you were), not put off by the alleged haunted-ness of the house. If anything, the various ghosts and ghouls would serve as inspiration for your screenplay. There was not much that could dampen your spirits at this point, lugging your bags towards the front door and rapping your knuckles on the wood.

Except, of course, the obvious.

Moving from your parents' house to a college dorm had been, as you recall, a bit of a shock to the system. If that was the case then, it was nothing compared to moving into the closet-like space that was the remaining bedroom. You had gotten an apologetic smile from Camila... Alv- shit, Alvaro? It was leaving your head already. You felt bad, she had been nice enough to welcome you into the house and shown you to your shoebox of a living space.

"None of the boys wanted this room, so you should be left alone most of the time. Warren swears it's the epicenter for all the ghosts...," she nervously chuckled, "and whatnot." You took a nibble of the chocolate-chip cookie she gave you. "So just, take all the time you need to settle in, the group is out rehearsing for a gig tonight so you'll be on your own for dinner." She paused. "Unless you'd like to come see them, which would be more than fine! They're all so excited to meet you, especially Karen I think. She's been dying for some more estrogen in the house, me as well."

You swallowed. "I think I'll just stay in tonight, thank you." You cringed at yourself as she visibly faltered.

"No problem, uh, there's some leftover beer and pizza in the fridge if you get hungry, just help yourself to whatever you need." She was a saint, you thought, taking whatever awkwardness you possessed in stride. She even helped carry in your bag, setting it carefully on your twin bed. You insisted on taking in your typewriter yourself. It now lived on one of the cardboard boxes in the corner of your room, presumably left over from the group's initial move. "I'll get Billy to move those."

"It's fine." You had no desk. This was actually preferable to writing on the floor.

Camila gave you one last warm smile before returning back to the living room. You waited until she was out of earshot, stood up, and closed the door behind her.

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You were on your own late into the night, into the small hours of the morning. Camila had left the house at around 8:30, after which you snuck out of your room to rummage through the fridge. True to her word, there was a box of pizza within the fridge, with two slices remaining. Considering you were now sharing a place with four boys, this seemed like a small miracle to you. You ate both of them cold, sitting at the dining room table. While you ate, you took the time to take in your surroundings.

The kitchen, frankly, was not in the best shape. Pots and dishes piled up in the sink and the counters looked like they needed a serious scrubbing. The living room had beer bottles littering the floor, and the couch looked distinctly tread on.

You took another bite of your frozen pizza. This would do just nicely.

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Tired from your day of travel (and the handful of plane cocktails you had ingested) you retired to your bed relatively early. It would seem in this house, early meant any time before 2 a.m., and on-time would be closer to 4, which was around the time you were startled awake by a car pulling up and a small crowd of people piling through the backdoor into the kitchen.

"I swear there was pizza left over this morning."

"Eddie, we have a new roommate." That was Camila. "She needs to eat, too."

"Yeah, where is she?" A British voice piped up, moving from the kitchen roughly towards the living room. "Don't tell me she's in bed already."

"Just because you rock-and-rollers like to stay up doesn't mean everybody does," Camila laughed out. "Speaking of which, I'm beat. I'll see you all tomorrow."

"Right behind you." A deeper voice sounded, and two sets of footsteps walked off presumably to their bedroom. You suspected that was Billy.

"Should we go find her?" You felt as if your spine had been doused in cold water.

"Don't be stupid." British again. Someone moved around the living room, a record needle scratched and the quiet sounds of Credence Clearwater Revival started playing throughout the room.

The house started to mellow out after that; you expected the rest of them went to bed, and the ones that stayed out were smoking. It was at that moment that your bladder started to call for your attention in earnest. Weighing your options, you decided venturing out of your bedroom would be less treacherous than pissing your bed on your first night.

The journey to the bathroom you managed to avoid other people, it was the journey back that you slipped up. There was only one person in the living room, and there was only one of you in the hallway, so there was no mistaking that when he was waving, he was waving at you. To make matters worse, he was strikingly handsome, and you were deeply sleepy. Before you could stop yourself, you waved back. He held up the joint he was smoking in your direction. You shook your head. He gave you an exaggerated pout, wiping an invisible tear off his cheek. Not totally convinced that what was happening to you was real, you quietly slunk off back to bed.

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There was a small window in your room, the sill lined with small potted plants. The morning sun beamed through that window, casting a glowing light onto your bed. You reached your hand around looking for your pillow to throw over your head, prying your eyes open to see it lying on the floor next to your headboard. Groaning, you sat up, resigning yourself to the morning.

The house was quiet. 9 a.m. was evidently too early for anybody except you to be awake. You tiptoed your way into the kitchen, searching for a loaf of bread or an oatmeal pack. What didn't escape your notice, was the man sleeping soundly on the coach in the living room. The same man, you saw, that your had encountered last night. In the morning light you were able to get a better look at him. You were right to see that he was handsome, with his curly brown hair and his strong nose. Taking a bite of your buttered bread, you let yourself stare at him for just a few moments. Too many moments, in fact. You realized this when suddenly the boy on the couch was staring back at you.

"You didn't come smoke with me last night."

At that moment, you felt more empathy for deers in headlights than any other living soul on the planet.

"Good morning."

"Is it?" He looked over to the windows streaming in light. He beamed. "It is."

You hurried back to your room, the piece of bread squished within your clenched fist.

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Your first few weeks you spent writing. It was very clear that you kept a very different schedule from everyone else in the house, except for maybe Camila. By virtue of being the only two in the house for long stretches of the day, she was the one in the house that you became the closest to the fastest. In the afternoons she would encourage you to bring your typewriter out into the dining room to keep her company while she poured over photographs from the night before. You would both slip into a comfortable silence, save for the clacking of your keys.

When you weren't writing you were watching TV. Camila had gotten Billy to drive you downtown along with a list of groceries, where you purchased for yourself the smallest television set you could find. While Billy and you said the equivalent of about three sentences to each other that trip, he had carried it into the house for you and even helped set it up in your room. The tiny screen sat in the corner on top of one of the cardboard boxes, consistently tuned to CBS so you could watch re-runs of Scooby Doo.

There was another television set in the living room. It was slightly bigger than yours, too. Maybe it even got more channels. You didn't use it.

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Camila greatly appreciated your company. She adored the band that she lived with, and she loved Billy with all her heart, but she couldn't deny that uprooting herself from Pittsburgh and moving across the country wasn’t an easy change. Putting out ads looking for a roommate, while being somewhat financially motivated (only so much pocket toast could be eaten by one household), was, perhaps subconsciously, a yearning for companionship, for a friend to fill the hours where the house would otherwise be empty.

And she adored you. You may have been a tough nut to crack, she slowly but surely got you to open up, got you talking about films coming out that you wanted to see, your childhood dog that would puke all over your room, your favorite classes in high school. The little things that were once guarded under layers of uncertainty and self-isolation. She would ask for your opinions on the photos she took, and you would ask her about your word choice. Before heading out for the night, she would always ask you if you wanted to come with, and she was sure she was getting closer and closer to the day you would say yes.

She was also pretty sure you had a thing for Warren. Like, 99.8% sure.

You never brought him up. She started dropping his name in your daily conversation, and would watch as your fingers would still on the keys of your typewriter. You would stutter for a few seconds before taking a breath and composing yourself, nervously glancing over at her to make sure she didn't notice. She never gave you any indication that she did, but of course she noticed.

She also noticed how Warren would scan the audience every night from behind his drum kit, and how his face would subtly fall when he couldn't spot you. Or how he started nagging the group to go home earlier than usual, and would drag his feet a little more in the early afternoons before leaving for rehearsals. The final straw on the camel's back came when he had bought a tiny ceramic kitten and asked her to give it to you.

"She likes cats, right?" It was close to three in the morning when he had cornered her in the kitchen, holding up the small black cat in the light of the oven lamp. "It seemed like something she'd like."

"You know, you can be asking her these questions yourself."

"I don't wanna spook her." He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Playing the long game, huh?"

"I've got time." He froze, eyes slowly widening. "I mean, I don't know what you're talking about."

She plucked the cat from his hands, patting him on the shoulder. "Go to bed, Rojas."

She slid the cat over to you the next morning while you were eating your cereal.

"What is this?" You gingerly picked it up.

"It's from Warren." You quickly set it back down. "It's for you."

You don't think your face has ever been hotter than it was that day. The cat lived on you windowsill, next to the potted plants. Every time you watered you felt a warmness blooming in your chest, running a finger delicately over its head.

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"Hey, you know what channel M*A*S*H airs on, right?"

On a rare day off, the band had settled in around the television in the living room; Camila and Billy sharing the chair in the corner, Graham and Karen lying over each other on the floor, with Eddie perched on the stool in front of the set, his hand on the dial. Warren had spread himself out on the couch, lying down comfortably smoking a joint.

"Uh, yeah." You paused in the doorway. "Yeah, sorry, uh, it's on CBS."

"Great, thanks." Eddie fiddled around with the set before standing up. "Are you gonna join us? I mean, you can join us if you want to."

"Oh, um," you're eyes wildly scanned the room for any hint of disapproval. They landed on Warren, who was hazily looking at you with an easy smile on his face. "Yeah, sure."

"Warren, move your legs," Camila spoke from across the room. Still looking at you, Warren lifted his legs off the couch, inviting you to sit down. As you took your seat, he lowered his legs back down on your lap. He held out the joint, in a movement reminiscent of your first encounter. Never not one for consistency, you shook your head. He shrugged and stuck the joint back between his lips, turning his attention to Alan Alda on the TV. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you tentatively rested them on his calves. You didn't notice, but right next to you the corners of Warren's mouth ever so subtly turned upwards.

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M*A*S*H, as groundbreaking of a show as it was, was not enough to hold the attention of 7 adults for an extended amount of time. Camila left the group first, but not before dropping you a wink as she left the room. Slowly but surely, the rest of the group left to go putter around in their respective corners of the house, before it was just you and Warren, who had finished his joint and transitioned to laying his head in your lap. His face was looking up towards you, but his eyes were closed, looking so relaxed he reminded you of a cat showing their belly. Not fully aware of yourself, you had rested one of your hands on the side of his waist, while the other was running through his hair. The scene was so intimate you were practically choking on it.

"Will you come to our show this weekend?"

Your hand stilled.

"Hmm?"

"I'd like you to, if you want to." He reached his hand up to yours, nudging it to get you to resume your petting. "I'll buy you dinner afterwards."

"You don't need to do that."

He cracked open his eyes, his face splitting into a grin.

"Girlie, I'll take you to dinner any night that you let me."

You barked out a laugh despite yourself. You felt like you were dreaming. He started giggling, too.

"I will!" His thumb was rubbing the meat of your forearm, drawing small circles on your skin. "I'll get you another little cat, too. My finances aren't robust but I'll find a way." The heart eyes he was sending your way were overwhelming.

"I- okay!"

"Really?" Warren sat up, eyes scanning your face, grinning wildly. Not trusting your voice, you nodded emphatically. Looking slightly awestruck, he reached over and cupped your face. "You won't regret this, honey. I'm gonna treat you so well." Someone called him from another room, and reluctantly he let go of you. Subconsciously you started reaching for him. As he stood up, he leaned over and took your hands in his, kissing your knuckles.

"I'm gonna name a boat after you!"

After he left the room, you breathed out a holy cow, and then another quiet chuckle.

Warren Rojas was gonna be the death of you, and you were counting on it.

[mrsnancywheeler]

Also I’d love to see how you’d picture Eddie telling Billy he loves you in front of the whole band and their reactions. Cause I’ve got some ideas 😭

okay so I imagine it happening after this blurb took place, so like you've been gone for a while. and billy's at rehearsal a couple weeks later knowing damn well that you haven't picked up the phone, weren't at the house when he came by, and now he's back at rehearsal and everyone's confused on how you're not back yet. well I mean there's a sentiment of she finally had enough of his shit.

"what, she not agree to come back to you? finally done with you?" daisy's asking, knowing full well that you've been staying at her place.

billy is very annoyed, but smiles, "she's just out right now, I'll stop by later tonight, she'll be back"

and the next day, she's still not there, and billy is snappier because he's nervous. either something really bad happened to you or you meant what you said, you're actually done with him, and he's not ready to give you up.

eddie is seething because not only has billy chased you off, but you're missing, you haven't answered his calls either. so he's snapping

"maybe if you treated her well, she wouldn't be m.i.a."

"what the fuck do you know about how to treat a girl, roundtree."

"a lot more then you do."

"really? because she's always coming back to me, she may have fucked you, but she's always choosing me."

"that's because you fucking infest everything man, at least I love her."

there's a silence, warren mumbles a small, "well shit"

karen's offering a, "maybe we should take a break"

and then billy is laughing and everyone is on edge because, what the fuck, "I'm sorry, you wanna repeat that for the class? really pathetic eddie, you think you love her? you don't even exist to her, it's always been me and it'll always fucking be me"

"well evidently, it's now always you"

"shut the hell up, roundtree." the way he says it is chilling, puts everybody on edge, "I'm only gonna say this once. she's never gonna love you the way she loves me, I don't care if you think you're the end all be all, that you love her to death, I love her more. don't you dare even think otherwise. get your fucking nose out my business and stay the hell away from my girl."

"can't stay away from her when nobody knows where the hell she is because of you, billy. if you love her so much she wouldn't have run away, you're just possessive"

and graham's standing closer to billy, ready to pull him back if he even tries to go in, and billy does try and graham's instantly grabbing his arm. "you don't know anything about it." and now karen is insisting they split everyone up to cool off. so they are and eddie's fucking sick because basically everyone except daisy is telling him that it wasn't cool to pull. and he can't understand how nobody sees that he would in fact treat you better, but they do understand, but tensions are already high and this just makes it worse.

finally they rejoin, ready to tensely rehearse when billy, who won't tell anyone he was crying, informs them that, "if she's not back tonight then I'm going to the station." last he saw you, he'd literally had to force you to call a taxi, so now he's more worried. that you're done and in danger and he can't help you. "end of fucking story, let's just rehearse"

"oh my god, billy, you're so damn dramatic. I've heard from her, she's fine."

and well yeah this is kind of a cliffhanger because billy does in fact force it out of daisy eventually

[dc-marvel-life]

Masterlist

This is the place where you can find all of my current writings. I write DC comics and Marvel fanfics/ships. I do write for LGBTQ+, I am pansexual myself. Just ask if you have a request and we can work something out.

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Dick Grayson/Nightwing 

Jason Todd/Red Hood

Damian Wayne/Robin

Tim Drake/Red Robin

Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle

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Bruce Wayne/Batman

Marvel

Warren Worthington III/Angel

% - Warren Asking You Out Would Be Like…

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

% - Dating Wanda Maximoff Would Be Like…

#$ - Should We?

#- Can We Keep You?

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

% - What Dating Natasha Romanoff Would Be Like…

% - Dating Natasha Romanoff and Pietro Matimoff Would Be Like…

Valkyrie

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Pietro Maximoff/Quick Silver

% - Dating Natasha Romanoff and Pietro Matimoff Would Be Like…

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Steve Rodgers/Caption America

% - Dating Modern-Day Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

% - Dating Pre-Serum Steve Rogers In College

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Yelena Belova

$ - Do You Even Love Me

Crossover

$ - When did This Happen (Jason Todd X Stark! Reader)

$ - Works Every Time (Diana Prince x Carol Danvers x reader)

Poly

% - Dating Jason Todd and Pietro Maximoff Would Be Like…

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$ - Perfect Fit (Wanda x Natasha x reader)

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Harry Potter

That Dang Snake

[usafphantom2]

My 91-year-old mother still remembers him. He was always the center of attention. Everyone loved to hear his stories. I posted this last year, but there is an update his son Scott Brown is getting ready to publish his father‘s memoirs. I can’t wait to read it again. I did receive a sneak peek at the book and wrote a review for him.

He recalls the details of severalmissions as if it were yesterday. Some of Colonel Brown’s memories, "Before takeoff, the complete mission (mission track, sensor on-oft times, lat/long positions, fuel status, etc.) would be programmed (uploaded) into the SR's onboard computer system).

One really great thing we also had was a system called the ANS (astro-inertial navigation system) which gave you a three-dimensional fix in the sky within feet of your actual position. Thus, no more manual celestial shots.

The ANS was so sensitive that on a clear day while taxiing for takeoff, the system would start tracking stars and updating itself! On this mission, I took off from Kadena and contacted the waiting tanker at 25,000 feet to take on a full fuel load. After disconnecting, I selected maximum afterburner and started my climb to altitude. We were in the middle of some thunderstorms and did not climb out on top until we reached 50,000 feet."

After Brown’s, SR 71 was repaired at Takhli…

"I cranked the engines, taxied out to the main runway, and made a max burner takeoff. As I cleared the runway, I pointed my nose almost straight up, and, by the way, that wasn't the normal way to take off.😁

Takhli just happened to be home of the 355th Tactical Fighter Wing and wanted to show the fighter guys just what a reconnaissance aircraft could do. I must admit, it was impressive!

WARREN THOMPSON wrote this article in 2010.

I paraphrased parts of it.

Thank you to Cindy Westerman

Linda Sheffield

[pretty-emo-dad]

Queer rep is like “I’m a girl…. But I like?? A girl >_<“ Meanwhile queer coding is like “I look at her face through her fishnet veil. Is she pissed? I can’t tell because it’s hard to see her expression in the dark. I shrug, smile, but feel my lip jerk to one side.

“Okay. Stressful. School and all.”

She nods at the moon, who would never be stressed out by dumb things like school. I wish she would look at me.

“I missed you.” I say it with feeling. Too much feeling. “I tried to text. I thought maybe you left town or something.”

“Nope, still here. Well, there was that really brief stint with Diego in Paris. He got me this coat.”

“It’s nice.” I say it before I even look at her coat but now that I do, I realize it is a nice coat, a very nice coat, and I’ve never seen her in it before. Probably another spoil from the Warren dumpster but no, it looks too new. It’s got a fur collar. “Is that real fur?”

“Rabbit.” She blows smoke coolly out of her nostrils like a dragon. “He skinned it himself. Don’t look so appalled, Smackie. That’s what they do in Europe. Anyway, it had a good life before he shot it. Lots of tall grass and hopping in the Bois de Boulogne or whatever.”

She grins at me, her eyes shining. “Oh, how was your little sex party thing, by the way?”

“Okay.”

“Cool.”

“I mean, it was super lame,” I add. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that again. Ever.”

She looks at me. “You’re allowed to have fun without me,

you know.”

“I know,” I say. “But I really didn’t. At all.”

She looks at me until I look away.

Silence.

When I look back at her, she’s staring up at the moon, smiling serenely at it like the moon is her new best friend, it’s telling her the most gorgeous things in the world, it would never betray her for some dumb cunts. I could never compare. I shouldn’t try.

“I really missed you this week. I thought maybe you were upset with me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Because you went to that lame party?”

When she says it aloud like that, it sounds utterly stupid.

“No. I don’t know. Maybe,” I say.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Don’t be an idiot.” She turns back toward the moon. “Unlike your new friends, I’m a grown woman.” “I know.”

“I have my own devices.” She looks down the street as though she’s waiting for a taxi that will arrive and whisk her away any minute now. The street is dark, empty, aside from a few scared-looking undergrads walking quickly down the sidewalk, huddled together, their coiffed heads bent, purse logos shimmering in the dark. Probably venturing toward the one cool bar downtown.

The tango music swells up again.

“We’d better go back inside,” she says and moves to walk in.

“I’m sorry I went,” I blurt out. “I would much rather have hung out with you.” It’s the truth. It’s so the truth I can’t even look at her.

“Do you want me to be mad at you? Is that it?” “No,” I say.

“Because I will be. Samantha, how dare you.” “Ava.”

“Why oh why did you desert me for three hours?”

“Stop it.”

“Do you know I almost died? In fact,” she turns to look at me, “I am dead.” “Don’t.”

“Oh yes. I’m a ghost now, Samantha. I died of a broken heart. I died of grief. It’s in the autopsy. And it’s all your fault. My tombstone reads, Friend Deserted for Evening. I didn’t invite you to the funeral because I figured you wouldn’t care.”

“Ava, please stop—”

She moves in closer. Cups her hands around my face. Her hands are cold and soft and strong through the mesh gloves that grate my skin. She smells like wet leaf, firewood, and green tea. Her hair is platinum feathers brushing my cheeks. Her eyes are runny and scary with makeup, both the brown one and the blue one boring into my skull. We’re swaying slightly like we’re about to dance.

I remember how the first time we came to class, we were late and all the men had been taken. So the teacher said, You two, pair up! Take turns leading.

Are you leading or am I? I asked Ava.

Whatever, she said. We can both lead.

Okay, I said, not knowing what to do. So I sort of followed and led at the same time. She was looking right at me sort of dreamily, happily, like what bliss, what fun, isn’t it? but I didn’t know where to look, so I kept my eyes on a peacock feather earring dangling from her left ear. It felt a little like holding a dream.

I’m staring at that feather now, though this doesn’t feel like a dream.

“Samantha,” she says now, “I don’t care, okay? I really don’t. You want to go to a pretentious party and fraternize with bonobos, I honestly give zero fucks. I don’t care what you do or where you go, okay?”

I feel my breath being knocked out of me. “Okay,” I say. She looks at me.

Tears are suddenly running down my face.

“Smackie,” she says softly.

But I’m walking away, stumbling then running. Even though the night scares me. Even though I hear her calling my name as I walk off into the night. I hear her calling me back, but I don’t turn around. I want to show her I’m not scared. ”

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[aspencovehq]

bem vindos a aspen cove, CAMILA DUNNE, BROOKE DAVIS, COLIN FITZGERALD, CRUELLA DE VIL, RHYSAND, FREYA, ANNE MARIE 'ROGUE' LEBEAU, WARREN WORTHINGTON III, AGOSTINHO CARRARA, ELAIN ARCHERON, ERIC BROOKS, SUMMER DI LAURENTIS, LILY EVANS, KATARA CLEARWATER, ROSS GELLER, CATRIONA CORDELLA, EVANGELINE FOX, AARON WARNER, KENJI KISHIMOTO, VICTOR VALE, KLAUS MIKAELSON, NICO ROBIN & ARIEL TRITON. espero que aproveitem o seu tempo aqui e nem pensem em ir embora... sem dizer tchau! nick, lily, pips, laz, ahri, bazz, alexa, lin, liz 2.0, vocês têm 24 horas para enviar os tumblrs dos seus personagens. não se esqueçam de seguir o passo a passo da checklist, e divirtam-se!

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ei, aquele ali é REGE-JEAN PAGE?     não, é só RHYSAND, um personagem CANON de CORTE DE ESPINHOS E ROSAS.     ouvi dizer que ELE tem 535 ANOS/APARENTA 30, mora em aspen cove há SEIS MESES e é um EMPRESÁRIO e PROPRIETÁRIO DO CUT, RINSE & REPEAT.     ele TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dele ser um pouco GENEROSO e ARROGANTE sempre que o vejo andando pela cidade. 

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ei, aquela ali é AUBRI IBRAG?     não, é só ELAIN ARCHERON, uma personagem CANON de ACOTAR/ MAASVERSE.     ouvi dizer que ELA tem VINTE E SEIS ANOS, mora em aspen cove há DEZ MESES e é uma FLORISTA  em KABLOOM.     ela NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco GENTIL e RESERVADA sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.  

ei, aquele ali é MATTHEW NOSZKA?     não, é só ERIC BROOKS um  personagem CANON de A PEQUENA SEREIA.     ouvi dizer que ELE tem VINTE E SETE ANOS, mora em aspen cove há TRÊS ANOS e é um AJUDANTE em CUT RINSE & REPEAT, e BARMAN e CANTOR em DIRTY JOE'S.     ele NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dele ser um pouco GENTIL e RESERVADA sempre que o vejo andando pela cidade.

 ei, aquela ali é JESSICA ALEXANDER?     não, é só SUMMER DILAURENTIS, uma personagem CANON de OFF CAMPUS.     ouvi dizer que ELA tem VINTE E DOIS ANOS, mora em aspen cove há UM ANO e é uma ESTUDANTE DE MODA E ATENDENTE  em SILK & SATIN.     ela NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco EXTROVERTIDA e SEM FILTRO sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.

ei, aquela ali é KENNEDY MCMANN? não, é só LILY EVANS, uma personagem CANON de HARRY POTTER.     ouvi dizer que ELA tem VINTE E SEIS ANOS, mora em aspen cove há SEIS MESES e é uma JORNALISTA em THE DAILY COVE.  ela NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco LEAL e DETERMINADA sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.  

ei, aquela ali é AMBER MIDTHUNDER? não, é só KATARA CLEARWATER, uma personagem CANON de AVATAR - A LENDA DE AANG.  ouvi dizer que ELA tem VINTE E TRÊS ANOS, mora em aspen cove há DEZ MESES e é uma SALVA-VIDAS em NORTH BEACH.  ela TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco EMPÁTICA e IMPULSIVA sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.  

ei, aquele ali é JORDAN FISHER? não, é só ROSS GELLER, um personagem CANON de FRIENDS. ouvi dizer que ELE tem VINTE E SEIS e mora em aspen cove há ONZE MESES e é um DENTISTA em IVORY DENTAL. ele TEM POUCO de suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dele ser um pouco DEDICADO e NEURÓTICO sempre que o vejo andando pela cidade.  

ei, aquela ali é GIOVANNA LANCELLOTTI? não, é só CATRIONA CORDELLA, uma personagem CANON de THE EMPYREAN. ouvi dizer que ELA tem VINTE E DOIS, mora em aspen cove há DOIS ANOS E MEIO e é uma ESTAGIÁRIA em WAGGING TAILS. ela TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco AMBICIOSA e IMPLICANTE sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.

ei, aquela ali é HANNAH DODD? não, é só EVANGELINE FOX, uma personagem CANON de CARAVAL VERSE. ouvi dizer que ELA tem VINTE E TRÊS ANOS, mora em aspen cove há TRÊS ANOS e é uma ASSISTENTE em LUCKY DUCKLINGS. ela NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco EMPÁTICA e INCONSEQUENTE sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.

ei, aquele ali é EVAN RODERICK? não, é só AARON WARNER, um personagem CANON de SHATTER ME. ouvi dizer que ELE tem VINTE E CINCO ANOS, mora em aspen cove há DOIS ANOS e é um ESTUDANTE em PENINSULA COLLEGE. ele NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dele ser um pouco IMPLACÁVEL e FRIO sempre que o vejo andando pela cidade.

ei, aquele ali é MACKENYU ARATA? não, é só KENJI KISHIMOTO, um personagem CANON de SHATTER ME. ouvi dizer que ELE tem VINTE E SEIS ANOS, mora em aspen cove há UM ANO e é um EX-ATLETA DE JUDÔ e PROFESSOR DE ARTES MARCIAIS em ASPEN COVE HIGH. ele NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dele ser um pouco CARISMÁTICO e SARCÁSTICO sempre que o vejo andando pela cidade.

ei, aquele ali é BILL SKARSGARD? não, é só VICTOR VALE, um personagem CANON de VILÃO. ouvi dizer que ELE tem TRINTA E DOIS ANOS, mora em aspen cove há UM ANO E MEIO e é um ENDOCRINOLOGISTA em ASPEN COVE GENERAL. ele TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dele ser um pouco INTELIGENTE e OBSESSIVO sempre que o vejo andando pela cidade.

ei, aquele ali é CALLUM TURNER ?     não, é só KLAUS MIKAELSON , um personagem CANON de THE VAMPIRE DIARIES.     ouvi dizer que ELE tem TRINTA E DOIS ANOS ( + 1000 anos ) , mora em aspen cove há TRÊS ANOS e é um PINTOR E PROPRIETÁRIO DA GALERIA THE QUARTER .     ele TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dele ser um pouco ENCANTADOR e VINGATIVO sempre que o vejo andando pela cidade.

ei, aquela ali é BAE SUZY?     não, é só NICO ROBIN, uma personagem CANON de ONE PIECE.     ouvi dizer que ELA tem TRINTA ANOS, mora em aspen cove há UM ANO e é uma PROFESSORA DE HISTÓRIA em ASPEN COVE HIGH.     ela NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco PERSPICAZ e INTROVERTIDA sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.  

ei, aquela ali é KIM BORA?     não, é só ARIEL TRITON, uma personagem CANON de THE LITTLE MERMAID.     ouvi dizer que ELA tem VINTE E SETE ANOS, mora em aspen cove há OITO MESES e é uma CONFEITARIA em BUTTER BLISS.     ela NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco AMÁVEL e CRÉDULA sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.

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How well would your OCs do if they were obligated by the universe to wear 6 inch platform heels for a day?

Hahaha I love this one!! Thank you!

(fun fact I myself own a pair of 6 inch platforms... they're knee-length white patent leather boots, I bought them for when I was in Kinky Boots and I can fucking dance in them. pas de bouree my ass lol)

Rae: She's not the most graceful, but she's able to stay on her feet alright. She also feels awkward as hell and really doesn't get the appeal, but Warren's lowkey losing his mind (Rae doesn't wear heels much...)

Robin: She's in decent shape, all things considered. She's used to opera and theatre - long days, intense rehearsals, all manner of costumes and shoes. She doesn't really like wearing shoes in general, since it makes it harder to use her mutation, but in terms of general function she's fine.

Madison: Baby giraffe. I mean, seriously. She's never worn heels a day in her life, she'd have better luck scooting around on an office chair all day XD

Ophelia: She's 6'5" in the shoes, so in the twenty minutes it takes her to walk down to the corner store and pick up a gallon of milk, she's mistaken for a drag queen three times. She doesn't care, and finds it a little funny. But the shoes hurt like hell to stand in, so she spends most of the day in her lab, tinkering at her desk.

Jasper: Picks up the balance side of it just fine since they're used to spending time on skates and that's not too terribly dissimilar... and enjoys being 5'9" for a while. Let's just hope it falls on a weekend, though, because they can't imagine having to go through a full ER shift in those things

Katherine: She's worn heels before, but nothing over 3 inches, so it's a bit of a learning curve. She also springs for a taxi to the museum that night... no way she's walking all across town in those shoes. Having to explain to the others that she's, for whatever reason, universally obligated to wear those shoes is honestly the weirdest part for her

Kestrel: Is mainly wondering how the hell they got into this position... thankfully they're able to shapeshift, so they can make sure their feet fit the shoes perfectly and don't hurt as much to wear for long stretches, but they're basically kicked off field work for the day (stiletto heels + loose dirt and mud... not fun)

Quinn: Okay so... for one thing, they're literally 6'9" in those shoes. For another, she should be fine balance-wise since she's actually worn shoes like that before (part of her self-discovery as a trans woman was experimenting with drag while she was at uni). However, she's already got issues with her legs and back, so she probably spends the day in bed - technically she's still wearing the shoes, she's just not standing on them.

Eris: "Fuck you, universe, the only stilettos I want are stiletto daggers!" - ends up having to wear the shoes anyway through some weird cosmic rule, hates every minute of it but still fights like Catwoman

Nikoletta: Oh she's rocking those pumps like there's no tomorrow. I mean holy shit. Shadow goddess right there. Abner would have a fucking aneurysm.