#wish I’d been able to get more of this done today but I have nothing written for tomorrow (today my time lol) and I need to get started on

[isadora-greenhall]

DnDads Halloween Week 2k23

Day 1: Watching horror movies

Okay, so I’m giving up getting this finished today, but I’m gonna post what I have so far! It’s a gothcleats date night where they watch a beloved creepy kids film together.

Under the cut so it’s not too long 🫡🙌🏼

(Tentatively titled) Too Close to Home

They’d been planning on going to a fancy restaurant together for their one year anniversary, but about an hour before they were going to leave Linc had received an email regrettably informing them the restaurant had lost power in the storm, and wouldn’t be up again until tomorrow. Lincoln had been relieved — the place wasn’t really his style — and when he’d told Scary she’d looked relieved too.

“Sorry,” Linc had said. “Do you want to head home, or…?”

She’d scoffed. “No? It’s our anniversary?”

Our anniversary. He loved the sound of that. “Well, we could watch a movie?”

Scary’s eyes shone at that. “Ooh, something spooky?”

“Well, we don’t really have horror movies…”

“I didn’t say horror, you dork,” she said affectionately. “Spooky. Like Over the Garden Wall. Man, I love that show. Those pumpkin freaks? Pure nightmare fuel.”

Linc led her over to his family’s DVD collection - Marco had a thing for physical media - and had a quick flip through. Nightmare Before Christmas? No. Paranorman?Nah. Corpse Bride? Maybe. Labyrinth? He moved his body in the way of that film so she wouldn’t spot it — they’d tried to watch it together once before and Linc had found himself getting more jealous as the film went on, because of the way Scary was glued to the screen each time David Bowie and his stupid tight pants were on screen. Not that he could fully blame her…

Then he spotted it. “Coraline!” He pulled it off the shelf and showed it to Scary. “What do you think?”

She looked blank. “Never seen it.”

“What?! I love this film, super creepy.”

She smirked at him. “Is there an orange cat in it?”

“No! …A black one…”

She laughed. “Okay, sold.”

Linc slipped the DVD into the player then they cuddled down together on the couch as the haunting opening of the film began. He could feel Scary beside him, watching awed as the doll was altered to turn into the girl on the cover — blue hair, a yellow raincoat.

She sat, silent and rapt for so long…until Coraline found herself in the Other World and met the Other Mother and Other Father, at which point Linc felt her stiffen beside him. And as the film went on she seemed more and more tense. Lincoln had no idea what went wrong - he was sure she’d love this film, it was edgy and dark and was made in the “coolest animation style ever” (Taylor hadn’t spoken to Scary for a month after she’d declared that). He didn’t know what to do - she hated it when he made decisions for her, and she hadn’t said she wanted them to turn the film off yet.

But then the Other Mother revealed her true colours, and Scary made a small, anguished sound, and Linc decided to call it. He paused the film and turned to her. “Are you okay?”

She didn’t answer for a second, just staring at the screen. Linc winced when he realises it was paused on a shot of the skeletal form of the Beldam, grinning viciously, hands reaching for the girl with dyed hair.

She pulled her knees up to her chest and tugged the shirt down over them - Linc tried not to wince at how that would stretch his shirt. “I just…it hit too close to home, alright?”

“In what way?”

Scary looked like she wanted to die rather than admit it. She waved a hand vaguely at the screen. “An angry mom, a pathetic dad…people changing. Becoming worse. I don’t know, man.”

[peachyhalstead]

married man | j. halstead

request:Can you do a Jay Halstead x Reader. They are both married and have a child together. The child just started pre-k or kindergarten and since the reader is heavily pregnant Jay has been dropping off and picking up their kid. And maybe like the single moms are flirting with Jay since they think he might be a single dad but they get surprised when the reader picks the kid one day after giving birth.

pairing: established (married) fem!reader x jay halstead

word count: 1.75k

warnings: none??

a/n: dad!jay dad!jay dad!jay !!!!! they have a little boy (his name is dylan) and a newborn girlie (what should her name be)

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Grumbling as the alarm went off, you blindly reached over and whacked Jay on the chest. “Why’s it have to be so loud?”

Jay chuckled, silencing his phone’s alarm. “It’s not even that loud, babe.”

You glared at him through narrow eyes. “If I wasn’t about to pop right now I’d give you a piece of my mind.”

Letting out a hearty laugh, Jay got out of bed and folded his portion of the comforter back up, trapping the heat for you. “Only a few more weeks, babe. Then you’ll be able to move without having to pee every two seconds.”

You slowly followed Jay, yawning and rubbing the nine-month bump as you headed into the kitchen to package your son’s lunch.

He had recently started kindergarten, and loved telling you and Jay about all his escapades with his classmates as he learned different things.

“I could’ve done that, you didn’t have to get up.” Jay said, popping a capsule into the coffee machine and starting it.

Shrugging, you zipped the lunchbox closed and set it next to the matching blue backpack, one hand going to rub at the sore spot on your back. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fall back to sleep.”

Jay noticed, and his hands slowly made their way to the exact spot that bothered you in your first pregnancy. “Who do you thinks going to ask me out today, hm?”

Laughing softly, you clicked your tongue at Jay. “You really enjoy that, don’t you? Miss getting hit on?”

Jay shook his head. “Don’t miss it one bit. Just enjoy seeing those soccer moms think their whispers are quiet.”

A few weeks ago Jay had mentioned that some of the moms at drop-off had been talking about Jay, commenting on his lack of wedding band and no significant other ever at drop off or pick up.

“Momma, when will you go to school with me?” Dylan asked, your son finally making his appearance in his pajamas.

“Soon, little bug. Once Little Sister is here, I’ll drop you off with Daddy some days.”

Dylan frowned. “Can Sissy come now?”

You huffed, wanting nothing more than to deliver the weight that seemed to be constantly on your bladder. “I wish, but I think she needs a few more weeks.”

Jay smiled into his coffee cup, phone chiming with a text from Hailey. “Come on, Dyl. Let’s get dressed so you can show your friends your new shoes.”

Dylan beamed at the thought, and followed Jay back to his room, leaving you alone in the warm kitchen. The aroma of coffee lingered as you found a chair to rest in, hand absently tracing circles over your distended belly.

A sigh of contentment escaped you; this was your world, and despite the groggy mornings and occasional aggravations - like trying to convince Dylan to brush his teeth properly - you wouldn’t change it for anything else. That was the beauty of family - it wasn’t always perfect, but it was yours. And that made all the imperfections precious in their own odd way.

The sound of Jay's voice pulled you from your thoughts as he asked Dylan to choose between two shirts. You smiled, knowing how seriously your little boy took these morning decisions. Sipping on some water and slowly standing up, you decided to start breakfast.

The scent of eggs and bacon soon filled the room, joining the still lingering coffee aroma. Dylan would be excited; he loved his simple morning breakfasts. As you were flipping an egg, Jay returned with Dylan in tow. Their matching grins caught your eye.

“What are you two up to?” You questioned playfully, adjusting your hold on your bump.

“Nothing,” they both chimed in unison, their grins growing even wider.

“Okay,” you drew out the first syllable, grabbing a plate and moving the eggs for Dylan to eat, blowing on them as you cut them into pieces.

“Eat, then Daddy will bring you to school.” You smiled, cracking a few more eggs and grabbing a tortilla and the toppings you knew Jay liked, quickly making a breakfast wrap for him.

Wrapping it in foil, you smiled to yourself as you heard Jay helping Dylan put on his sneakers.

“Ok, we gotta go, Little Man! Go give Momma a kiss.”

Dylan skipped over to you, wrapping his little arms around your legs, promising you he’d come home with a drawing to put in the nursery.

Thanking him, you smiled at Jay as he grabbed the wrap and his badge, stopping to press a kiss to your forehead. “Take it easy today, babe.”

“I will. Go break hearts and catch perps, Jay.”

——

Jay hid his eye roll as he followed Dylan to the drop off location, ignoring the looks from the few single mothers nearby.

“I mean, who in their right mind wouldn’t grab that ass? He’s such a good dad, too.”

Jay overheard one of the mothers and shook his head, stifling a laugh. He still found it amusing and somewhat flattering to know that he was the topic of their little gossip circle. But he also knew firmly where his heart lay - at home with you and Dylan, and soon, your new little girl.

As Dylan scampered off towards his classroom, he turned to Jay with a big grin. "Daddy, do you think I can tell Mrs. Johnson about Sissy coming soon?"

Jay bent down to his level, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Of course, buddy. I'm sure she will be thrilled to hear it."

At that moment, a pair of giggling women walked by, shooting him suggestive glances over their shoulders. He merely smiled politely before turning away.

Arriving back at the car, Jay pulled out his phone and saw a text from you: Feeling better now that the house is empty. How did drop off go?

He quickly typed back: Smooth as always. He's telling all his teachers about his soon-to-be little sister.

Satisfied, he started the vehicle and headed towards the precinct. His phone chimed again with your response: That's my boy! Take care at work, Jay.

He chuckled as he imagined you grinning at your phone, feet kicked up on the coffee table even though you often chided him for doing the same thing.

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The routine didn’t shift for the next few weeks, but the gossiping mothers were surprised when Dylan was dropped off by Will one day, Jay at the hospital where you were currently resting with the newest addition to the family.

“Uncle Will, can we see Momma and Sissy after school?” Dylan asked, tugging on his uncle’s hand.

"Of course, buddy," Will replied with a soft smile, watching as Dylan's face lit up with joy. "I bet they can't wait to see you."

Once Dylan scampered off towards his classroom, Will indulged in a moment of silence. He was used to the emergency room's relentless noise and bustle, so the unfamiliar hush of the school yard in the early morning was a welcome respite. A group of mothers were huddled together, shooting glances his way. Perhaps he was becoming part of their gossip routine now too - he silently hoped otherwise.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Jay could barely tear his gaze away from you sleeping peacefully, the tiny bundle in his arms a testament to your strength and love. His heart swelled in his chest at the sight; you looked more beautiful than ever, your face radiating an exhausted but blissful glow as your daughter, their daughter, clung onto his finger with her small hand.

Just then, she stirred awake and let out a soft whimper which turned into a loud wail. He quickly got up and started to gently rock her, not wanting her cries to disturb your much-needed rest.

“Hey there, little princess,” he cooed softly as he bounced her gently in his arms. “Let’s not wake Mommy up now.”

After a few minutes of gentle rocking and hushed lullabies - Jay trying his best to remember the ones you sung to Dylan when he was an infant, the baby quieted down, blue eyes peering up at her father.

“Hi, munchkin. You already have half of Chicago’s first responders wrapped around your finger.” He whispered, soft smile at his lips as he thought back to the replies from his team when he sent the photo of the baby in the group chat.

"The other half is itching to meet you. Just wait until Uncle Will gets a hold of you. You're going to be spoiled rotten." He laughed softly, mindlessly tracing a finger over his daughter's tiny forehead.

His phone buzzed where he had left it on the bedside table. It was a message from Will letting him know that Dylan had been dropped off at school and asking if they could come by after school to see the baby.

Jay's heart swelled, even more, knowing his son was equally excited about his little sister's arrival. Jay quickly typed a response, assuring Will they would be more than happy to have visitors later in the day.

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The day passed in a flurry of nurses checking vitals and bringing meals, phone calls from family and friends, and quiet moments spent marveling over their newest addition. Dylan was bursting with energy when Will brought him by after school, his wide eyes taking in everything with an infectious excitement that had everyone in the room smiling.

"Momma, Sissy is really small!" Dylan whispered in awe as he approached the bed, carefully peering over the edge of the bassinet.

You chuckled at his innocent observation as Jay helped him climb up onto the bed to get a better look. "Yes, she is," you agreed with a fond smile. "You were that small, too, Little Man!”

Dylan looked at you with wide eyes, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh!”

“Mhmm!” You replied, fixing his shirt as he squirmed to get another look at his sister.

“When can you and Sissy come to school?” He asked, looking at you.

Jay laughed quietly, and you looked at your husband. “Soon, Dyl.”

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Two weeks later, you consoled the crying baby as Jay helped Dylan put his backpack on. “Can Sissy come meet Mrs. Johnson?”

Shaking your head, you carefully strapped the little girl into her carrier, softly rubbing her cheek. “Not yet. Maybe during the spring concert, but she’s still too little.”

Jay stood up and grabbed his keys. “She can help Momma and Daddy drop you off, though. That sound good?”

Dylan’s face lit up at the thought. “Yeah! Everyone will get to see her!” He jumped excitedly before Jay guided him out the door.

Satisfied with your successful early morning, you carried the baby carrier to the car and buckled it in securely at the back seat. Moving around was still a little tough for you but you were slowly getting the hang of things. You climbed into the passenger side, glancing back at Dylan who was squirming in his seat with anticipation.

The drive to the school was filled with Dylan's non-stop chatter about what he was going to show his little sister. Jay had a soft smile on his face as he listened to his son, occasionally glancing at you in admiration and shared joy.

Once they arrived in front of the school, Dylan unbuckled himself and carefully opened your car door for you. “Be careful, Momma!” He cautioned, making Jay chuckle as he followed behind with his son’s backpack.

You smiled, letting Jay go ahead with Dylan so he wasn’t late, working to unstrap your daughter’s carrier so Dylan could see her one last time before he was in school.

“Jay, haven’t seen you the last few days. Is everything okay?” One of the mothers who had tried to hit on Jay asked, faux worry on her face.

Jay wore a smile as he turned to the woman, Dylan's hand tucked safely in his own as they made their way toward the school entrance. "Yeah, everything’s great, actually. My wife just gave birth to our second child," he responded casually, nodding his head towards the car where you were carefully lifting the baby carrier.

The woman blinked in surprise before offering a tight-lipped smile, "Oh, I didn’t know... congratulations."

"Thanks," Jay replied with a nod before turning his attention back to Dylan whose bundle of excitement was barely contained. As Jay opened the door for him to enter he looked into the bright eyes of his son and smiled reassuringly, "You ready?"

Dylan nodded eagerly, already tugging on his father's hand to drag him inside. Jay followed docilely, striding up the hallway towards Dylan's classroom.

Meanwhile, you were still out by the car, struggling slightly with the baby carrier that seemed to weigh even more than your now two-week-old daughter. A few mothers noticed and stepped forward to help you, their faces lighting up at the sight of the infant bundled up against the cold.

"Oh she's absolutely adorable!" One woman cooed, and you recognized her from when Jay was telling you how one of them started to wear low-cut tops after he started doing drop off duty.

You walked with them to the doors, smile brightening when you saw Jay and Dylan at the door, the young boy wanting to say goodbye to his sister.

“Bye, Sissy! Bye, Momma!” Dylan smiled, giving his sister a kiss and hugging your legs, unaware that his farewells caused the mothers who had walked with you to gasp lightly.

Jay’s smile widened at Dylan's display of affection, ruffling his son's hair gently, "Alright, champ. We’ll pick you up later. Have a great day at school."

Dylan nodded eagerly before disappearing into the bustling school building with his teacher. The remaining mothers turned to you, their surprised expressions replaced by warm, slender smiles as they admired your little girl.

Back in the car, you laughed as Jay started the ignition. “Think I felt the daggers from some of the moms when they found out you’re married.”

Jay snorted, turning back to the road to your house. “Well, that or when they found out we have great sex. Either way, watch your back, babe.”

You gawked at Jay’s remark, hitting him in the chest. “Jay! Your daughter is listening!”

“Oh, she’ll hear worse when Ruz babysits her." ------ a/n: send requests if you wanna!!

[throneofsapphics]

Hi I love you I hope you’re okay

Will you please write how reader is struggling with an ED and manorian or rowaelin figure it out and help her?

Thank you and mwah

keeping the demons away 

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Rowan and Aelin figure out how to help you. 

Warnings: eating disorder, rowan having no tact, toxic parent, not proofread  

A/N: thank you for the request! I hope you’re doing okay <3

It wasn’t exactly that she didn't want to eat. In fact, she wished that she could - that she could hit that level of normalcy and ease everyone else seemed. But, everytime she went to pick up her fork, her mothers voice would echo in her mind; you can’t have that, that’s not good for you, if you eat that you’ll die young, and the image of her snatching the fork and plate away from her- dumping half of it in the trash, played in her mind. 

She would pick up a fork, forcing the food to her mouth and hiding her grimace. A few bites later and you’d be done. It came and went in waves, sometimes you’d be able to eat regularly for a few months before it would “come back” as she called it. Each time she thought you’d finally beat it - that you’d finally conquered the demon resting on her shoulder - it showed her that it was more resilient than you’d hoped.  

But - she was so good at hiding it after all of these years. Good enough nobody had noticed. Or she thought. 

“You haven’t been finishing your food. Recently.” Rowan commented one night.

“Not hungry.” she answered automatically - the excuse she gave when anyone commented on it, and normally worked. But, Rowan woke up that day ready for a fight. 

“You haven’t been hungry for a month?” Aelin shot him a glare, but he ignored her. 

“I eat.” She countered through gritted teeth. 

“Less than half of your food.” 

“Rowan.” Aelin warned. 

“I’m fine.” She aggressively stabbed a potato, raising it to her mouth with an indignant look on her face. 

“Now eat the rest of it.” 

Her knuckles went white around the fork, pink starting to spread across her cheeks as she felt the tips of her ears burn. Then, Rowan and Aelin were caught in a staring contest, communicating in that strange way of theirs. She took the chance to shove her chair back, rising to flee the room like a coward. Without looking at her, Rowan’s hand closed around her bicep, tugging her back down to her seat. 

“Did you think we’re stupid enough not to notice?” He finally turned to her. Aelin winced. 

“I’ve never said you’re stupid.” She commented dryly, trying to force some amusement into her voice. This conversation is the last one she wants to be having today. Or any day. In fact, it’s the thing of her nightmares. 

“Every couple of months, you switch back and forth. You’ll eat normally, and then barely touch your food.” 

“That’s none of your business.” She finally snapped at him, shaking off his grip. 

“If something’s wrong with you, I’d say it is.” 

“Nothing is wrong with me,” her voice rose. 

“He didn’t mean it that way,” Aelin said quickly. 

“Then what way did he mean it?” She ignored Rowan completely, speaking to Aelin instead. 

“We want to help,” she said gently, “we care about you.” 

“I’ve been trying to fix this for years. What makes you think you could?” She could tell that, but she was past the point of anger, past the point of reason and talking quietly or nicely. This thing that happens to her pisses her off beyond reason, and coupled with Rowan’s complete lack of tack or subtlety, it sends her over the edge. 

“So you admit there is something wrong.” 

“Rowan. Shut. Up.” Aelin said through gritted teeth. A muscle in his jaw twitched, but he did. “Just, tell us why. Please.” 

She’d never been able to deny her anything, especially if she said ‘please,’ so the whole story came tumbling out. The things her mother used to say and do, how it’s like a small demon on her shoulder, how the memories replay her mind and as much as she try she can’t get them out of her head.” 

“Your mother’s an idiot.” 

“Excuse me?”

He sighed, and pointed to some of the food on her plate. “That won’t make you die young. It’s fine to eat any of this, your body needs it.” 

“I know that. It’s not that simple.” Aelin pursed her lips, looking at Rowan. To him, it probably seemed that simple. Hungry? Eat. Like everything could be fixed with a few words. “It’s been like this for years, it won’t change overnight.” 

“Then we’ll help you.” Aelin decided. She looked at her, wanting to shrug off her help and insist she could do it on her own, but once Aelin set her mind to something there was no stopping her so she resigned herself to two fussy fae watching over she for gods-know how long. 

-

“I’m hungry.” Aelin announced, midway between lunch and dinner, and reached out a hand to you. “Come eat with me.” A small smile curved on her face. She carefully marked her place in her novel before taking her hand, letting her drag her to one of the smaller hearth rooms. Cozy, warm, and non-imposing. Not a dining or sitting room, not a designated place for eating, just somewhere … comfortable, was the best way she could describe it. She disappeared for a few minutes, returning with a tray loaded with all of the snacks either she or Rowan had noticed her eating. 

The thoughtfulness of it brought a smile to her face. 

Then, she brought out the competitive side of her - saying she wouldn’t be able to catch a grape or a piece of chinese, or other things in her mouth. Before she knew it, she was full - and laughing, picking up the poor pieces of grapes that didn’t quite make it to her mouth. 

“We could leave them for the cats.” Aelin murmured, pointing to one of them. 

“Do cats even like cheese?” 

“Bait for the mice.” She shrugged. 

“There’s no mice in the castle.” She protested. Not that you’d seen, and she hoped there weren’t any.  There were good and bad weeks, but the bad ones became less frequent - and they seemed to notice it before you, sometimes. Like they’d picked up on the signs of it. She knew when they had, because they’d get extra fussy - Rowan staring at her until she finished her plate, or Aelin dragging her into Orynth to try some new food from one of the vendors. But, she didn’t complain. Their tactics kept that little demon at bay, and her mothers voice out of her head.

[abbyromanoff]

Jealousy Jealousy (Trouble Part 3)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Kate Bishop x reader

Word count: 1862

Warnings: jealousy, anger, mentions of homophobia, small smut, Nat being a manipulative bitch

series here:

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Ever since the party, all you could think about was that kiss. The way Nat’s lips moved across yours had you wishing for more. Her disgusting breath filled with drugs and alcohol was so addicting. You liked to imagine what she would’ve done if nobody interrupted, her cold hand playing with the hem of your panties and slowly dipping past the constricting fabric. Her fingers toying with your clit the way only you ever had the permission of doing.

“Y/N? Darling, there’s someone here to see you!” Your thoughts were soon cut off by the voice of your mother calling you downstairs. You had no idea who it could be, she certainly wouldn’t sound this excited if it was someone like Nat. But you hated how she was still a hope in your mind, knowing deep down that she wouldn’t even try to take the time out of her day to stop by and especially not in a way that your parents could see.

Your mother smiled in your direction and walked off to the kitchen, leaving you and whoever the person was at the door alone. Your mind quickly ran through every possibility of who it could be, only to land on nothing. That was until you opened the door.

“Kate? What are you doing here?” The girl smiled in your direction, playing with the tips of her fingers nervously. She couldn’t look you in the eyes, it was too nerve-wracking.

“Well, ever since the party last night I haven’t really been able to get you off my mind. I wanted to make sure you were okay after Nat pulled you away, and I kind of wanted an excuse to talk to you again.” You both shared a small chuckle at her words, a smile erupting onto your face as hers was marked with fear. She was scared to talk to you, but you didn’t know why. It’s not like you were popular or anything special, if anything, you should’ve been the nervous one. And you were.

“So, uhm, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today or something?” You were left in shock, your mouth faltering slightly as you blinked a few times to register what she was saying. Your lack of response caused Kate to think the opposite of what you were truly feeling, leaving the small pit in her stomach to grow.

“If not, it’s fine, really! I just thought you seemed pretty cool and wanted to get to know you a bit.” She shrugged, watching as the gears finally turned in your brain.

“No, no, I’d love to! Uh, hold on, let me grab my coat.” She nodded and you shut the door gently behind you, rushing to grab your jacket and saying a quick goodbye to your parents who were just as happy to see you making new friends. When you walked outside, Kate led you over to her car. It reminded you of Nat’s, nothing fancy or large, but enough to hold a few people. The engine took two tries before it finally turned on, causing Kate to let out a relieved sigh. She didn’t know what she would’ve done if it didn’t work.

“So, where are we headed?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence that fell upon you two. It was nice, you didn’t feel like you had to talk to enjoy her company. With Nat, you were always the one trying to start a conversation that she barely took part in or even tried to listen in on. She was usually too out of it to even register what words left your mouth.

“That’s a surprise.” She teased, leaning over the dashboard to give you a small, sly smirk. You rolled your eyes, hitting her shoulder softly and reminiscing in the breeze provided to you by the open window. It was only a few more minutes before you arrived at your destination, your lips turning up into a cheek-hurting grin when noticing your surroundings.

“Oh my god! How did you know this is like- my favorite restaurant? Have you been stalking me or something?” You rushed out the nearly broken door, only to be stopped as the girl in front of you opened it for you. The diner was a family-owned business, it was the first place you stopped by when you moved to this town. The waitresses greeted you with kindness and respect, they acted as if you had been friends for years even though you knew them for barely ten minutes.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that part?.” She joked, her hand landing on your shoulder and her arm pointing in the direction of the small building. Her smile was contagious and so was yours, it was relieving to finally have someone like this. Nat had never taken you out to a place you loved, she never took you out in general. Kate was quickly rubbing off on you, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the warmth with her, the happiness and laughter. It bewildered you that only last night you had met this girl who was already making you feel like no other.

Meanwhile, Nat was stood in front of the phone, dialing your number for the third time. It wasn’t like you to not pick up, ‘maybe you were just in your room and couldn’t hear it,’ she thought. She hoped if anything. When she was ready to give up and say fuck this, the ringing stopped. Your mother’s voice filled her ears,

“Hello?” Nat straightened her back as if the woman could see her and let out a small breath before answering,

“Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. Uhm, is Y/N there?” Your mother was already annoyed, she could hear it in the sigh she exaggerated and the way her tone matched her cold face that she wasn’t able to see. It was clear to anyone, even Nat, that your parents hated to even hear her voice. She wasn’t that well-liked anywhere in the town, and especially not by your residence.

“No, she just left about ten minutes ago.”

“Oh, will she be back anytime soon?”

“She said around 8 PM. Anything else I can help you with?” Nat was confused, you’d never leave around this time especially not without her. You always followed her like a lost puppy, and now all of the sudden you don’t even tell her where you’re going? It’s not like she was trying to control your life, all she was doing was directing you on the right path.

“Did she tell you where she was going?” Your mother was on the brink of hanging up, clearly tired of speaking to the girl even though it had only been less than a minute.

“Look, all I know is that a girl showed up at our house asking for Y/N and they left shortly ago. We done now?”

“Hold on, what girl?” Nat scowled at the thought but knew who it had to be. Nobody else took the time to get to know you here beside her and Kate, and seeming that you weren’t with her, it was the only other option.

“I don’t know, she had black hair, pretty tall, maybe 5’5?” Nat said her rushed thanks and hung up, grabbing her keys before rushing out the doors of her house and starting her car. Her head was still pounding from last night, but she couldn’t care less. All she cared about at that moment was you, all she ever cared about was you. She didn’t understand where this nurturing side came from, but the feelings she got when thinking of you in danger without her help were too painful to miss. And the fear of losing you to a girl you just met hurt more than anything had ever hurt her before. Deep down, she knew that she didn’t deserve you. Deep down she knew that Kate was better for you, but she refused to admit it to herself. Maybe if she just pulled you away from Kate, then you’d realize just how much you depended on her.

She had no idea where her car was leading her, but she drove and drove until she came to a stop, seeing Kate’s beat-up car parked in the parking lot of a diner. Then she remembered, this was your favorite place. You told her countless times about it, yet she failed to listen each and every time. She could still see your excited face and how it faded when noticing how little she cared.

She took the turn, parking a few spots away from you both so you wouldn’t see her. But she could still see you through the window, oh how she wished that angelic laugh of yours was because of her. She wiped the tears away before they could even appear. Why was she so upset all of the sudden? It’s not like she loved you or anything, you were just some girl who was obsessed with her, nothing more. But the thought of you becoming as obsessed with anyone else caused something inside of her to spin, it made her sick to her stomach. Is this what love felt like? Is this the feeling you described so hopefully of having with someone one day? She always knew that someone was secretly meant to be her, but maybe it no longer was. It had only been a day since you met Kate and you were already hitting it off, maybe she was truly the person you’d been looking for. Maybe your dreams of moving away and starting a family with the love of your life were already being imagined with Kate. The what-ifs invaded her mind like parasites, they wouldn’t go away no matter how much she wanted them to. No matter how much she told herself it wasn’t true, the thoughts wouldn’t go away.

No, it couldn’t be, she would tell herself over and over. Kate probably wasn’t even interested in her own kind, but the way she looked at you told Nat otherwise. It’s not like you could openly say it anyways, but she prayed to every God she never believed in to assure she wouldn’t lose you.

“Fuck, Nat, what the fuck are you doing.” She whispered to herself, punching her steering wheel with her already cut-up and bruised fists. She had to do something quick, something that would make her go away. She wanted you to herself, even if she’d never tell you that.

Her mind raced with possibilities until she thought of the perfect way to convince you. It wasn’t manipulation, per se, just leading you on the right path. It was for you, to make sure you didn’t get caught up with some girl who wasn’t worth it. Maybe it was also for her, a way to keep you away from anyone but her. But, it was all for good measures, you just needed to realize you were nothing without Nat. You were hers, you just needed to remember that. And she’d make sure of it, somehow and someway, she’d make sure you realized Nat was the only one you needed.

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[multi-fandomsfreak]

Movie!Knuckles discovering echidna!reader after losing his tribe

(Movie!Knuckles x Echidna!Reader)

Love the idea thanks for the request 😊👍

Not going to lie I literally just woke up like a few minutes ago at the time writing this part so excuse the mistakes ~ J/Blaze

Also happy new year everyone hopefully it won’t be as crazy as last year.

Notes: I actually managed to save the request for this post and the next two so yeah

PART 2

Pronouns: they/them

Warning: ⚠️spoilers for knuckles background story in sonic movie 2⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Knuckles + Mentions of Knuckles tribe

Proof Read: ❌

Credit: Banner by freakmia_ on Pinterest + Icon by BlueEyedJinSoul375 on Pinterest

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- Every day is just the same for knuckles ever since losing his tribe it’s been a endless cycle of nothing but walking through forest looking for things in order to survive another day. He’s gotten used to this feeling of being alone even though he sometimes wishes that one day he’ll wake up and realise that it was all a dream.

- Although he is thankful for his father for preventing him from going with him and his other members which also prevented his possible demise he also wishes that he was able to travel back and do the same for him but no matter how long he can think of all the possible things that can prevent the incident he knows deep down that he can’t do anything about it

- However today was the day that the endless cycle knuckles has been going through will be broken. At first it started the same waking up, making himself something to eat etc. After a while he decided to take a break and have a walk through the forest to clear his mind. He likes walking through forests if he wanted to find a way to calm his nerves he likes to walk through the forest.

- That’s when the peace was broken he heard something or someone else walking through the forest that wasn’t him. His body suddenly alerted at the noise “who’s there?” Knuckles shouted preparing for a fight “don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you” a voice came from the other side of a bush “come out from the bush then coward” knuckles once again shouted not believing what the voice was saying. That’s when the thing came out and it was…another echidna?

- The sight of another echidna froze knuckles, ‘this can’t be?’ He thought to himself after all these years of being alone he finally found another of his kind. “Are you alright?” The other echidna questioned afraid that they have done something wrong. Knuckles couldn’t help but move closer, he didn’t want to believe it but his eyes weren’t lying there was another echidna. He felt a tear exit from his eye “what’s the matter? Your crying?” That’s when knuckles brought the mysterious echidna into a hug “have we met before?” The echidna stammered out at the surprise hug. “I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s been a few years since I’ve seen another echidna” knuckles loosened the hug “oh I’m sorry I didn’t realise” the other echidna express sadness “what’s your name?” They asked “oh apologies I’m knuckles” knuckles introduced himself “I’m [NAME] nice to meet you knuckles” you smiled at knuckles

- “What’s gotten you out here [NAME]?” Knuckles asked you “oh I was bored so I decided to have a walk through this forest” “do you have a tribe as well?”Knuckles asked wanting to learn more about you “no not really I’m more of an independent person if you get what I mean” “well if you don’t mind do you want to work together or along the lines of that if you don’t mind” that sounds fun I’d love to” you agreed to knuckles terms to which knuckles gave you a slight smile. After all this time his dream finally came true and there is no way in hell he’ll let it get ruined

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[harrietpotterandthedemigods]

Yay, episode five is out!

I really like that this was the episode for Percy and Grover to show some of their knowledge. Percy is the one to figure out what the deal with the chair is. That it’s a replica of the throne Hephaestus made for Hera and that one of them would have to sit in it. Not Annabeth, Percy. Even though Annabeth most definitely knows the story as well, it’s still Percy who makes the connection.

Meanwhile Grover takes full advantage of his alone time with Ares. He gets him to open up by finding common ground. He’s such a sly little goat!🥰 He knows exactly what to say to get Ares right where he wants him. Percy suggested that they’ll need to be detectives and Grover aced it! He definitely figured out that Ares was somewhat involved, (huge spoiler, I guess, but the book’s been out for 17 years!) but we’ll have to wait and see about how much he actually figured out.

And we also get a glimpse of the winter solace field trips. Like they’re a yearly occurrence, which I always thought was a bit vague in the books but maybe that’s just me. And presentations? Oh, gods! Imagine the year around kids trying to put together their presentations in hopes of impressing their godly parents! What do you even do a presentation about for a Greek god? Unless you’ve done a quest recently I imagine that choice of subject is a bit of a moment of panic.

I really like the portrayal of Ares. Just sort of unhinged and a bit mentally unstable, just what I’d expect from a god of war and bloodlust. I know some people don’t really like PJO Ares not being entirely mythically accurate, but I think there is a reason for that. The gods in universe reflects what humankind sees them as, Apollo comments on that in ToA. And today, the wast majority of people, who only has a vague understanding about Greek mythology, thinks of Ares as a bloodthirsty war god and nothing else. Hence he’s not able to be much else. He hates everything and everyone, just some people slightly less than others.

Also Percy’s comments about how his dad saved him. I get the feeling he annoyed his companions a bit with his talk about it. I think it serves to show that Percy is still open to the idea that the gods aren’t all bad, and maybe some of them do care for them even if it isn’t as obvious as one would wish. He must also be dealing with a lot of conflicting emotions about it. Poseidon saved him when Percy fully expected to die, in stark contrast to Athena, who practically signed her own daughter’s death warrant. Annabeth hoped and trusted that her mother would help them, Percy expected his father to do nothing, and Poseidon ended up helping them without being asked. But no matter how remarkable that may be, it can’t erase twelve years of growing up without a father.

What we directly see it doing, however, is making an impression on Annabeth. She is now realizing that a kid shouldn’t have to grovel at their parent’s feet to get some love and recognition. Percy has been saying it all along and he ended up being right. Poseidon was the better parent at the Gateway Arch, he was the one who saw his kid in danger and stepped in to save him, without being asked. Poseidon’s love for Percy is more unconditional than Athena’s for Annabeth, and maybe Athena’s way of parenting isn’t as right as Annabeth believed. She says it outright. Zeus, Ares and Athena is like that but Annabeth don’t want to be like that anymore, she wants to be more like Percy, which ends up making an impression on Hephaestus. It’s a ripple effect. More and more people, gods as well as humans, can see Percy’s example and decide they want to be more like that too.

It’s overall a great episode, might actually be my favorite so far, but one thing that stood out to me like a sore thumb was the Fates. I just don’t see the reason why Annabeth is the one to see them this time around. In the books it’s Percy, before he even meets Annabeth, and I just don’t see the reason for this change!

On a more positive note, Hermes is up next! Now it’s basically confirmed that the clip with him in the trailer was from the Lotus Hotel and Casino. He hangs out there? Oh, gods! But that must come with a scheduling nightmare, and he’s busy enough as it is!😅 I can’t wait! And again, if you don’t like Lin Manuel Miranda as Hermes, do me a favor and block me, Lin is the Perfect Hermes and you may quote me on that!

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 8

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 4,256

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: Sexual content. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI! We block minors!

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June 14th, 2021 

Nat rubbed her eyes with a yawn as she listened to the phone ring, hoping she wouldn’t wake him before he had planned on getting up for the evening’s night shoots. As the call continued to ring she contemplated hanging up and just texting him instead, but Chris answered. “Happy day after your birthday,” she laughed, smiling widely as he chuckled, his voice raspy with sleep. “Feel old yet?” 

“Based on how sore I’ve been all week, I think I’ve felt old for a while now,” he groaned, making Nat laugh a little, although she knew it was the truth. He’d been hard at work the past few weeks, busy with stunt sequences she couldn’t even picture in her mind based on the vague descriptions he’d shared. “Turning forty is just the nail in the coffin.” 

She tutted, telling him, “Well you don’t look a day over thirty-nine.” 

He scoffed, his voice unconvincing as he replied, “Thanks, that really makes me feel a lot better, Nat.” 

“How was your birthday?” 

“It was fine, just was on set all day. I got to talk to Ma and my sisters and my nephews and niece sang to me which was fuckin’ cute,” he informed her, but then paused as he yawned. “Then I also got this really incredible drawing of Buzz Lightyear with Dodger in place of Sox.” 

She smirked, having been waiting for his reaction to that gift in particular. “Oh did you?” She asked, her voice plain. 

“Yeah, this really talented artist I know made it for me,” he played along. “I think she might know that I love handmade gifts, and this is my favorite gift I’ve gotten in a long time.” 

Her heart skipped a beat at the praise, wanting nothing more than to be there with him, especially on his special week. “I’m really glad you liked it,” she told him quietly.

Chris’ voice was anything but teasing when he interjected, “I like you a lot more.” 

Nat sighed, the longing only intensifying the more he spoke and shared what he’d been feeling. “...I wish it wasn’t another month until I see you,” she murmured, unable to stop imagining that day in July when he finally arrived back in California to see her. 

“Me too, Nat,” he whispered back, the rasp in his voice sending a chill down her spine. “So what are you doing today?” 

“Just going to work. I’m meeting with some of the animators and they’re going to show me some of the chunks of Lightyear that’s done,” she shrugged to herself before she yawned quietly, the early hour something she wasn’t used to lately. “I’ll send you some videos.” 

“You better!” He laughed, and it did nothing to quell the emotions she felt. “I was wondering if you were going in early… normally you’re still asleep now.” 

But Nat shook her head, more to herself than to anyone, as she unplugged her phone from the charger and moved to lay on her back again. “I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d just call you instead,” she informed him. 

“I’m glad you did. I’m still in bed too,” he mumbled, then paused while Nat stayed quiet and didn’t make any noise of acknowledgement. “...You okay, Nattie?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she explained, then bit her lip before she decided to just go for it, not being able to hold back her emotions any longer. “It’s just that it’s cold in bed and I’m alone and I’m not getting touched by you and I miss your kisses, and I miss you.” 

She could hear his sharp intake of breath and a muffled sound as the blankets moved around him, then Chris told her with a low voice, “There’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now than have my hands on you.” 

She all but shivered then, her voice unsteady as her longing turned into desire. “That makes two of us,” she replied. 

“I wish I was in bed next to you right now, Nattie,” he told her, his voice clear as she switched the call to speaker, putting the phone down on the bed next to her “I wish I could hold you tight and kiss every inch of you.” 

“Chris…” 

He was quiet, and the only sound that filled the room were Nat’s deep pants until he finally asked, “...Do you want me to stop?” 

“No.” 

“Nattie, I want you to touch yourself for me,” he instructed, his voice dangerously low as Nat’s fingers moved instinctively. “God, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of you.” 

She nearly whimpered at a twist of her finger, unable to focus on anything except the sound of his voice and the touch of her hand. “I wish you were the one touching me,” she admitted with a whine. 

He chuckled, and Nat could nearly picture the devilish smirk on his face when he told her, “That makes two of us.” 

Her head flew back against the pillow, jaw dropping as she let out a moan then said, “I can’t wait until you’re back.” 

“I want to be with you right fuckin’ now,” he muttered, pausing as he shifted on the other end of the call, then told her, “I want to be the one touchin’ you, Nattie.” 

She couldn’t catch her breath for a few moments, feeling something build inside her. “You will be,” she whimpered as she slipped another finger inside of herself. 

“I wanna be kissin’ you and suckin’ on your neck that had you moaning that last night,” he rambled, voice sending waves of electricity through Nat and spurring her on. “I want my fingers to be the ones inside you. I wanna grab that pretty ass of yours, Nattie.” 

“Chris,” she moaned, unable to stop the nearly incoherent sounds from pouring out of her. 

He groaned on the other end of the call, silent until he ground out, “You like thinking of me touchin’ you, Nattie?” 

“God, yes,” she replied, wishing so badly that she could touch him, picturing the tattooed chest in her mind, with the chain dangling between his pecs as his hands moved over and in her. 

A low, dangerous chuckle spilled from his lips before he admitted, “I can’t wait until I get to have my hands all over you. I’m going to need to take my time with you when I get back.” 

She whimpered as she hit that spot inside of her, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before she instructed, “You better.” 

“God, your moans are so pretty, Nat. I’m goin’ crazy thinking of you laying in bed touchin’ yourself for me,” he moaned himself, his voice sounding strained as he panted. “Fuck, Nattie, I want you so bad.” 

“I just,” she moaned, unable to catch her breath. “I need, oh!” 

“I know you’re close, Nattie. Keep touchin’ yourself for me,” he all-but ordered, Nat following his instructions without hesitation as her fingers moved, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she hit her peak. “I can’t wait until those are my fingers inside you makin’ you moan like this. Can’t fuckin’ wait to memorize the way you look coming apart for me.” 

But Nat couldn’t even respond for a moment as she layed in bed panting, her lungs trying to catch her breath while she felt her body relaxing into the sheets as she came down from her high. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, just relishing in the feelings washing over her body until Chris’ low voice asked from the other end of the line, “Feelin’ good, Nattie?” 

“That was a good way to wake up,” she couldn’t help but laugh, running a hand through her sweat-soaked curls. 

He huffed, letting out a small sigh as he stretched. Nat ached again to be next to him, to feel his muscles behind her as he agreed, “You’re telling me.” 

“Chris?” She asked, voice small. She paused until he hummed, then told him, “I really miss you.” 

Chris let out another laugh, voice dripping with sarcasm as he said, “I could tell.” 

“That’s not what I meant, asshole,” she rolled her eyes, listening fondly at his laughter. “I mean that I really just… miss you.” 

“I miss you too, Nattie. I really do,” he assured her, his tone serious this time. 

She listened to his breathing, almost able to pretend he was there next to her if she closed her eyes. “Only one more month,” she said, more to herself than anything. 

“One more month.” 

Chris listened to what Joe was telling him before the director stepped back up to the monitor, watching through the last scene again. The directors motioned for the actors to take fifteen while they got ready to rerun the last take, so Chris gladly took the chance to sit down. 

It’d been a long few weeks away from home – away from everyone except for Scott – and while he was having fun on his first big project since he left Marvel, he was still finding it hard to get back into the rhythm of shooting after traveling so much, and after his unexpected break in 2020. 

With a quiet thanks to Scott as his brother – and assistant, as much as Scott hated the title – handed him a water bottle, he listened as Scott quietly told him, “Hey Chris, Nat texted me and said she’s trying to get a hold of you.” 

“Okay, I’ll call her,” he nodded, a little confused at what was up. Nat always respected when he was working, careful to not text more than once or twice without a reply when he was on set. But to go through Scott made him worried, although he did remind himself that it was likely just something funny or lighthearted… or Nat thinking about earlier. “Do you have my phone?” 

Scott nodded, digging into his pocket and pulling out Chris’ old iPhone. “Yeah here you go,” he paused, handing the phone to Chris. He was quiet as Chris turned on the screen, taking in the several missed calls and notifications from her. “She left you a voicemail too.” 

He thanked Scott and got up, heading off the set to near where the trailers were. He quickly dialed her number, thankful when she answered and told her,  “Hi Nattie.” 

“Hey I’m sorry to bug you while you’re working, I’m just so upset,” she explained, pausing and leading Chris to worry even more. “I went to the gym and my car got stolen.” 

He honestly couldn’t have even dreamed of that being the subject of her displeasure, instead imagining a shitty work day or some stupid argument with her sisters. But he realized there was no way Nat could even get by for a week with no car, especially with her schedule. To get a rideshare onto the Pixar Campus would be challenging enough, and for someone like Nat, it’d be a cause of anxiety. But his fears didn’t stop there, instead he was uncomfortable with the knowledge that someone hurt her, even indirectly, and took something from her. She took so much pride in that car, loving it so much, and it was something he always associated with her – that orange SUV was literally the love of her life. “What?!” 

“My car got stolen,” she repeated, sniffling before she cursed to herself. “I was at the gym and when I came out there was broken glass on the ground and my car was gone.” 

“Nat, are you okay?” He asked, louder than he intended.

He didn’t even realize Scott had made his way over until he felt a tap on his shoulder, and he spun around to look at his worried face as he asked, “What’s going on?” 

“Nat’s car got stolen,” he told Scott quietly, then stared in front of him and repeated, “Are you okay, Nat? Where are you now?” 

“I’m at home. I’m okay, I’m just really frustrated,” she admitted, groaning out in annoyance. 

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, quiet as he thought for a moment. “Did you already report it to the police?” He asked her, his voice lower. 

“Yeah I called them and they came to the gym and filed a report,” she explained, then let out a bitter laugh. “As sad as I am about my car, I’m almost more annoyed I left my purse in the car because I had to go get my spare key from Mark so driving in rush hour traffic to his house probably made me more annoyed than anything.” 

But Chris felt his heart all but stop at her brief expansion of the story, realizing one key detail from it. “Your purse was in the car?” He asked her slowly. 

“I had left it but-”

“Nat, you need to go to my house,” he rushed out, motioning for Scott to hand him his phone. 

“What? Why?” 

He let out a short breath, then explained, “If they have your purse they have your keys, driver’s license, and your work ID and everything.” 

“I know but they can’t get onto campus because my work badge has my picture,” she informed him, her voice a little frustrated. “And they don’t know where I live.”

“Yes they do, it’s on your license and car registration,” he reminded her. He was terrified at the thought of Nat in that apartment, alone with an already questionable door, while some assholes had not only her address, but her keys as well. It was asking for trouble and he couldn’t let her mess with her own safety like this. “Nattie, this is really bad.” 

But Nat was nothing if not stubborn and independent, and it showed when she replied, “I’m sure they ditched my purse and just wanted the car.” 

“But you don’t know that,” he tried to reason, already searching for security camera companies on Scott’s phone, trying to get someone to go to her apartment. “Nattie, I really want you to go stay at my house.” 

She sighed in frustration, telling him, “Chris, I’m sure it’s fine. I doubt they even found my keys with how messy my purse is.” 

“Look, Nat, I’m not trying to freak you out but I’m really worried about someone having the keys to your apartment. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he admitted, closing his eyes as he imagined the worst possible outcome. “Please go spend the night at my house, just for tonight. I need to know that you’re safe.” 

Nat was quiet for a few moments, enough that he almost thought she was finally getting it – getting how fucking terrified this made him – until she quietly protested, “I’m sure I’ll be okay.” 

“Nattie… please? For me?” He nearly whispered, jaw clenched. 

He focused on every tiny noise from her end of the call, the short huff of breath and sigh before she finally agreed, “...Okay, but only if you’re sure.” 

“I’m texting you the code right now,” he told her, pulling the phone away and sending her the code to his garage and gate. “And Nat, I’m going to have someone come and change your locks and put up some security cameras at your apartment. I’ll have Scott set it up and let you know when they’re coming.” 

“You really don’t need to do that, Chris,” she murmured, voice small. 

“Trust me, there’s no way I’ll sleep if I don’t,” he confessed, a short laugh almost escaping him before he heard something behind him near the set, then Scott tapped his shoulder and motioned that it was time to resume filming again. “Hey, I’ve got to get back to set, but promise me you’ll leave right now and text me when you get to my house.” 

He could hear her phone buzz as the text arrived, along with another right after it. “I’m grabbing my backpack right now and I’ll call Mark or Jamie to give me a ride,” she told him, her voice slightly muffled as she moved around her apartment. 

“Okay, I’ve got to go back to set but I’ll call you as soon as I’m done,” he murmured, waving his hand as a PA started motioning him over. “And will you text Scott when you get to my place?” 

“I promise I will,” she assured him, sounding a little less frustrated and upset… finally. 

They both shared their goodbye’s before Chris clicked the red button on the phone and let out a long sigh to try to relieve the tension that he’d been holding in his body. A hand came up to scratch at his beard while Scott put a hand on his shoulder as he commented, “That didn’t sound good.” 

“It’s not. Nat’s keys and everything were in her purse that she left in the car,” he told his brother, shaking his head as they made their way back on set and he handed Scott his phone. “Scott, I found a security camera company here, can you call them and have them go install cameras at Nat’s place? And then also call somewhere and get someone to go change her locks? I think you already have my wallet so you can use my card.” 

“I’ll take care of it,” Scott promised, already tapping away at his phone. “And I’ll let you know when she texts me.” 

Chris nodded, mind racing as he told him, “Let me know as soon as you can.” 

Chris glanced over at the director who was waving him over incessantly now, and he patted Scott’s shoulder to silently say thank you before jogging back over to the camera. He got into position, but while they adjusted the lighting, he couldn’t help but find his mind wandering. He’d known Nat since February and had found that in that time, she’d slipped into his life so effortlessly, ever since that first day he’d seen her crashing into the glass door of that Pixar conference room. 

But this was a wake up call for him. He knew he liked Nat, but for the first time he recognized just how deep he’d fallen in for her without even realizing it. The thought of anything even remotely happening to her was almost too much to bear. Thinking of Nat being upset about her car, let alone the thought that something bad happening to her made him sick to his stomach and longing to jump on a plane right then and there to go back to her. He couldn’t stand the thought of not having her and that was something he was finally starting to realize. 

He’d known for a long time that he was interested in her. Nat had intrigued him with her humor, talent, and confidence, but the more he’d gotten to know her, the more he’d found things that he loved about her. She was so sensitive and touched by everything. She was down to earth and didn’t take herself too seriously. But she was vulnerable and a straight shooter, she wasn’t afraid of emotions and didn’t mind sharing them and that was something he hadn’t experienced in the same way. She seemed to calm him and ground him in a way he wasn’t used to, he simply just loved talking to her and being with her and the longer he was away, the more he recognized just how absolutely head over heels he was for her. 

But it wasn’t an infatuation, or just some fling. He wasn’t interested in her for a good time or just for her looks, or even just someone to fill his time with as he’d done before. He truly just liked her and there was something about this that just felt… different. And once that next scene finished and Scott hurried over to tell him that Nat had texted and was at his house, he finally could breathe a little easier. 

Chris was thankful for the distraction of filming to get his mind off of his worries but still was calling Nat the moment the filming for the entire evening was over. He gave her the rundown of when all the people were coming to get her new locks and install the security cameras but made her promise to spend another night in his house since everything wouldn’t be installed until the following evening and he swore just hearing that one soft, “Thank you for taking care of me, Chris,” and he wanted nothing more in that moment to just hold her in his arms and protect her from all the things of the world that Nat was too caught up in her beautiful artistic outlook of the life to see.  

That feeling lingered in his heart as he went to his trailer, taking a warm long shower after filming and getting changed before he and Scott headed back to the hotel. His schedule was so mixed up with all these night shoots and he was getting ready to pull all the curtains to block out the sunrise when his phone started ringing. Assuming that it would be Nat, he quickly grabbed the phone and answered without even looking at the screen first. 

“Hello, is this Chris?” 

Chris frowned for a moment, his brain frantically trying to figure out who’s voice it was but came up with no answer and instead just replied, “Yes it is.” 

“Hi Chris, this is Eric Marton, Nat’s dad. We met for just a minute a while ago when I was in California visiting Nattie,” the voice on the other end filled him in before supplying, “She gave me your number.” 

Just the mention of Nat made a smile cross his lips and he instantly relaxed while moving around the room to toss a sweatshirt from the bed over to a nearby chair, “Yeah, I remember. It’s nice to talk to you again, Eric.” 

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m calling you but I wanted to call to thank you.”

“Thank me?” His nose scrunched up at the thought, not having a clue what Nat’s father would want to thank him for. 

He heard Eric clear his throat before the explanation came,“Nat told me about everything that happened with her car and that you had her go stay at your house and got all her locks changed.” 

“I just couldn’t sleep knowing that someone had the keys to her apartment,” Chris simply stated, knowing that it was the truth. He put the phone on speaker and tossed it on the bed while he started peeling down his jeans to get ready for bed and went on telling Eric that, “Nat seemed to think that they just wanted the car but I was just so worried. I didn’t want anything to happen to her.” 

“I know you didn’t, and I just had to call to say thank you,” his voice was soft and full of emotion, so much like Nat’s when her feelings were at the forefront. “I hope it doesn’t make me sound like too much of a crazy overprotective father calling about his 33 year old daughter, but I just love her so much and I worry about her.” 

Chris just laughed softly while climbing into bed, grabbing the phone and holding it with one hand while the other came behind his head as he propped himself up against the pillows. He knew what it was like to be worried about the people he loved, especially his family, and he knew that with Nat’s mother having been gone for almost her entire life, it was natural Eric would feel a little more protective and worried about his girls. But Chris found it anything but odd, instead finding it so endearing and loving the fact Nat had people in her life who loved her so deeply and told Eric, “I don’t think it sounds crazy at all. I’m so close with my family so I get being worried about them.”  

“I know that Nat can take care of herself, she’s certainly not helpless by any means,” Eric stopped to laugh, making Chris chuckle as well from knowing just how true that was. “But it’s nice to know that she has someone else looking out for her and taking care of her,” 

“Well Eric, I couldn’t agree with you more in the fact that Nat can take care of herself, but I don’t want her to always have to,” he knew how much he meant it. He didn’t want Nat to have to do everything alone and he wanted to do what he could to protect and care for her. “Besides, my Ma would be the first to say that I’m a bit of a control freak and anxious to a fault, so I couldn’t relax until I knew she was somewhere safe.” 

Chris smiled as Eric laughed at those words, knowing so badly that it just felt… right. And as they hung up and Chris went through the motions of getting ready for bed, he remembered how strange this stage of relationships used to feel, the awkward not-quite-dating yet stage before the we’re-doing-this one, but with Nat it all felt new and exciting. He didn’t dread returning to Los Angeles next month like he typically did, all because of her, his Nattie. He couldn’t wait to see her again, to hold her in his arms, and he couldn’t help but look at the clock as he laid in bed, counting down the hours in his mind until they were back together as he fell asleep. 

A/N: Genuinely.... we love them. And if you don't believe us, we wrote 62.5k words for them by the end of November. 🌯 is currently typing this on 11/30/2022, and we just cannot stop! We hope you love this, future-readers! Can't wait to read all your thoughts :)

ALSO We’re going to start posting updates TWICE A WEEK! So now every Monday and Thursday there will be an update! 

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★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 17 - Family Meeting

Tsuzuru: Chikage-san didn’t run away today.

Itaru: He was rushing to get his futon ready before I was.

Chikage: That’s because you kept just mindlessly playing your game.

Masumi: It’s annoying having to drag all our futons in here every time we do this.

Citron: I will put down my sheeping rag now!

Tsuzuru: Please just say sleeping bag.

Itaru: Well, sleeping here can only mean one thing.

Sakuya: Yeah. I wanted to get to try and get to know the stage a little better again.

Tsuzuru: …I’ve been trying to be careful and not get too worked up about it, but I can’t help but keep thinking about the Fleur Award.

Itaru: I always thought that if we all just did theater the way we always do, we’d one day be recognized and win the Fleur Award, but…

Itaru: Then the rankings came along and reminded me that things aren’t that easy IRL.

Chikage: The Fleur Award system has changed, so that’s understandable, but even if they hadn’t changed, we probably would’ve run into the same wall.

Masumi: If we want to stop worrying about rushing things, doesn’t that mean we should just stop thinking about the Fleur Award?

Tsuzuru: God, I wish…

Sakuya: Yuzo-san said that this isn’t the end of the Fleur Award, so there’s no need to rush things, but if we miss out on this one, it’ll be another two years until the next one happens…

Citron: In two years… I wonder what we will all be doing then~?

Tsuzuru: Hmm… I’d have graduated from college by then…

Masumi: I’d be on my fourth year.

Sakuya: Aside from you two, the rest of us are already done with school, so there might not be that much that’s different for us.

Chikage: Conversely, could any of you have imagined being here two or three years ago?

Itaru: Hell no. I would’ve been like, “Theater, what’s that?”.

Masumi: I never thought I’d end up doing theater.

Citron: I had never imagined doing it either, because I was planning to travel all over the world~.

Tsuzuru: If someone told me I’d get to be writing scripts as an in-house writer like this, I would’ve called them delusional.

Sakuya: And I would’ve been really surprised if someone told me I’d be making a living as an actor with the people I love!

Tsuzuru: Putting it like that, it’s like we’re all living in a future we only could’ve dreamed of back then.

Sakuya: Yeah. Being able to gather a group of trusted friends and continue to perform with them in a stable theater company…

Itaru: But there’s no guarantee that we’ll still be doing this two years from now.

Chikage: Maybe that’s just because our current selves are changing in ways we can’t even imagine.

Citron: If that is the case, I absolutely want to change for the better~.

Sakuya: Two years from now, I want to be standing in the future we’re dreaming of now.

Masumi: If we keep that in mind, what should we do for the upcoming Spring Troupe performance…

Tsuzuru: Obviously, we want to have fun with it ourselves, but our desire to entertain the audience has gotta be unwavering, too.

Itaru: On top of that, we wanna improve our rank and snag ourselves a spot among the nominees.

Chikage: That’s the goal of the entire company.

Sakuya: Aside from that, I knew I wanted more people to be aware of how much fun theater can be after doing the workshop.

Sakuya: And of course, that goes for MANKAI too.

Chikage: That’s why it’s important to boost our popularity and broaden our reach. It’d be even better if we could earn some more streaming votes too.

Itaru: To some extent, if we wanna take on the role of top batter, it’ll be our job to get those results and make a breakthrough.

Masumi: But it’s because we’re too busy feeling like that that we’re sitting here accomplishing nothing.

Tsuzuru: Can’t deny that.

Sakuya: …

Masumi: …We’re right back where we started.

Citron: We are merry-ing the go-round~.

Tsuzuru: I wish we were doing whatever that is, but unfortunately, we’re just going in circles.

Sakuya: I’ve… actually been thinking about that.

Sakuya: The other day, I got a request to play a role that’s bigger than the ones I usually do.

Sakuya: But it’s a regional performance, so I’d have to leave the dorms for a while…

Sakuya: I was gonna turn it down because it’s such an important time with focusing on the Fleur Award and all, and I was worried about my ability to handle both things.

Sakuya: --Until now, that is.

Sakuya: After talking to Towa-kun and Tenma-kun, I remembered how I was back during our debut.

Sakuya: Back then, I had just opened the door to the new world of theater, and there was a lot that I didn’t understand.

Sakuya: I was surprised by everything I saw, everything I felt. I was frantic and all over the place.

Sakuya: But I think I had more courage and bravery to try new things back then than I do now.

Sakuya: I’ve come to understand lots of things. Like how to tell what’s necessary and what isn’t for theater, what’s important to me and what isn’t…

Sakuya: But I think because I’m being made to make choices, I feel like I’m not able to open new doors that I would’ve challenged myself to open back then.

Tsuzuru: I get what you mean, being completely absorbed in seizing the chances you’re given, never thinking about the consequences of your actions… I guess I used to kinda be like that.

Tsuzuru: Not like there were that many chances to begin with.

Citron: It is because you have nothing that you feel like you can do anything, correct?

Chikage: Like a first performance, huh…

Itaru: For us, it’s our debut performance, but for you, it’s Oz, right, Senpai?

Chikage: Exactly. Being able to have something to devote myself to other than work certainly felt like having a new door opened for me.

Sakuya: The place where I belong will forever be MANKAI Company. And I’ll always have my Spring Troupe family to support me no matter what.

Sakuya: It’s because I have a place to belong like this that I’m able to set out on my own and step out into new worlds, and I think that makes taking the leap worth it.

Sakuya: I feel like there are parts of me that always end up being spoiled when I’m with you guys, so I want to set out from the troupe for a bit and try to do my best in a whole new place on my own.

Sakuya: And I want to grow as an actor as much as possible and bring something back home with me.

Sakuya: I don’t want to lose to my past self when it comes to that reckless urge to take on new challenges.

Sakuya: …Do you guys think I’m aiming for the wrong thing?

Tsuzuru: --Nah, I think you’re doing great.

Tsuzuru: I think I’m gonna try and participate in that scriptwriting training camp that I was gonna give up on for the sake of the performance…

Tsuzuru: Maybe I’ll even get some kinda hint on what I’ve been struggling with on the script. And it’s not good to forget about the desire to try new things, y’know?

Masumi: …Then I’m going to try and do that internship. I want to learn more about promotion so I can be useful to the Director.

Citron: Then… I shall participate in the arts festival I have been on the fence about.

Citron: If you are hesitating about something, that means there is a part of you that wants to do it. It is important to be honest with yourself about your feelings!

Chikage: Your own feelings, huh…

Itaru: …What are you going to do, Senpai?

Chikage: Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Weren’t you approached about something important at work?

Itaru: Compared to the rest of you guys, mine’s like the furthest away from actual theater.

Sakuya: Still, if it’s something you care about and are excited about, I think you should do it, Itaru-san.

Masumi: You initially joined the troupe for something entirely unrelated.

Tsuzuru: That something being two free meals made it easier for you to spend money on games.

Itaru: I mean, you’re right, but damn…

Itaru: Actually, y’know what, I don’t like being called out like that, so I’m gonna outperform all of you out of spite.

Itaru: You should follow your heart too, Senpai.

Chikage: …Well, I suppose I’ll try and see if I can come up with a challenge of my own to take on.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Citron: And that is why we are running away from home!

Tsuzuru: Yeah, no, that’s not what this is.

Sakuya: We thought that each of us could leave the dorms and try to take on each of our challenges on our own.

Izumi: I see… It’s a little surprising to hear, but I appreciate that you made the decision after talking it over with everyone.

Izumi: Let’s do rehearsals remotely while you’re away and then really focus in on them when you all get back.

Banri: Aight, we better rearrange the rehearsal schedules with that in mind.

Izumi: We can work that out later.

Izumi: Since you guys already have your roles down way more than you usually would, rehearsals have been progressing ahead of schedule, so we should be able to bounce back from this no problem.

Sakuya: Thank you so much.

Tsuzuru: We’ll do our best.

Izumi: (Each of them taking on a new challenge, huh… Yeah, I think it’ll be a great way for them to remember how they felt during their debut performance.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Chikage: …

Hisoka: …Shouldn’t you be packing? You’re running away from home with the rest of Spring Troupe, aren’t you?

Chikage: We’re not running away from home.

Chikage: I’m basically done packing already. Well, I still don’t know whether I’m even going or not.

Hisoka: You don’t want to go?

Chikage: …There’s something I’d prefer to keep my distance from.

Chikage: No, I don’t even know what it is… I’ve been away from it for so long that I don’t even know what to feel anymore.

Hisoka: …Then shouldn’t you go and figure that out?

Hisoka: Sometimes there’s things that you can’t understand or remember unless you go and look them in the eyes directly.

Hisoka: Maybe the things you’ve always been unsure about or afraid of won’t be scary anymore. You won’t know for sure unless you face them head-on.

Chikage: …I suppose.

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Cooked My Way To Your Heart |Part 2|

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Part 1 | Part 3 

Pairing: Taishiro Toyomitsu x f! Reader

Warning: Fluff | Eventual Smut | Violence | Angst | Love Triangle

Word Count: 3888

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I updated this. Sorry, I had lost the motivation to write for anime at the moment. I also cringe at my old stuff. I wrote it when I was a teen so I feel like I have go through all of it and edit stuff. 

It was a surprise to Y/n that she had missed Taishiro. It had been two weeks since she last talked to him in person. Y/n found herself missing him, she enjoyed his company to say the least. He radiated so much energy, he made her feel safe. But they would text often which was still better than nothing. 

The bell on the door had rang as she was making meals for some of the locals. She heard shuffling and gasps, followed by a small whine and a light laughter. The voices sounded a bit familiar. “Welcome! Take a seat and I’ll be right with you.” She said not looking up from making the meals. 

Finally done, she took a deep breath, her energy was running out. She was short on staff today, she was now considering getting more older staff. Most of her staff were teens or college students. Which meant less work hours, not that she minded but on days like these she wished she had workers who could work during school hours. It was a very hectic day to say the least. The customers told her not to worry and to slow down but she couldn’t help but want to get to them fast. 

She finally was able to get to the customers that just came in. She looked up and her eyes widened, “Tai-” She cut herself off. “Uh I mean, Fat Gum, what are you doing here?” Y/n could feel her cheeks heat up. 

Taishiro smiled at her surprise, “Just thought I’d stop by and refill my energy with some of the best food in the area.”

“Well I’m glad you came by, I haven’t seen you in a while.” 

“I’m here too.” Tamaki glared at his sister who was lost in a trance with the BMI Hero. 

Y/n shook her head as she turned to Tamaki she ruffled his hair as he groaned from the action, “Of course I know you’re here. Your hero outfit makes you stick out like a sore thumb. Anyways, were you hungry for my food? Or did you need to get some energy too?”

Tamaki pulled down his hood from her comment, “No I’m fine. Fat Gum said he was hungry. He said he was going to take me to a good restaurant, I just didn’t think it was this one. By the time we got here it was too late for me to run away.” Y/n giggled at his response and shook her head.

Seeing her smile made him admire her and her hard work. Even with the way she looked exhausted. Hearing her laugh pulled on his heart strings just a bit, he could get used to hearing her laugh. 

“Sorry Sun Eater, but I couldn't resist coming here. How could I not when the amazing cook is so beautiful.” The hero still looked down at her even when he was sitting. Y/n smiled at his remark as her brother groaned in protest.

“Well you just came in time. My quirk is at its limit so it would be enough with just both of your meals.” As she began to make Tamaki’s food she could feel herself getting dizzy. After moving onto Taishiro’s dish and finishing, she felt drained. As she sat down next to Fat Gum she could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It made her feel comfortable and safe. She closed her eyes and leaned against him. The fat that he had stored up was soft and cushiony. Y/n felt like she was laying on a pillow. And being as exhausted as she was once her head hit his arm she had fallen right asleep. 

Once Taishiro felt her head hit his arm he looked down at her and began to blush. He was going to move her but Tamaki stopped him. “If you move her now she’ll throw a fit. Just leave her.” 

Tamaki had remembered the times he had tried to wake her up when she would fall asleep on the couch while watching tv. She basically threw a small tantrum because he didn’t let her continue to sleep. Fat Gum nodded his head, he was still blushing, his face felt warm, his whole body felt warm. He enjoyed the feeling and eating her food made it even better. 

One thing that Fat Gum should have remembered would be to never show themselves involved with anyone. Heroes never know who's watched. And this was one of those cases. The heroes hadn’t noticed it yet but there was a man watching them as he sat in the corner, he went unnoticed. He had stumbled upon her restaurant by accident when he noticed Y/n through the window. He even made his way into the restaurant to see if she would notice him. He had felt himself getting riled up remembering how she looked passed him. 

But how could she remember him when it was so long ago. He changed, his voice was deeper, he grew taller. He was nothing like how he was before. But seeing her attention focused on someone other than him made him upset. It made him want to have all of her undivided attention on him and only him. 

 His thoughts were now beginning to be the start of something that no one would have expected to happen. It wouldn’t be something that anyone could have prevented even if someone tried. It was inevitable. If he didn’t do anything then maybe he’d lose her completely this time. He wasn’t going to let this happen, not again, he couldn’t lose her again. Not this time, not when he just found her. 

Y/n had just gotten back from school, as she was walking towards her room she heard crying coming from her brothers room. The twelve year old walked into her little brother's room. Looking down at the 4 year old she walked up to his bed. Hearing her footsteps he opened his eyes and looked up at her with his little indigo eyes. There were small tear stains going down his cheek. 

“Hi” Tamaki scrunched up his nose while he sniffed

“Hey Tama, how are you feeling?” Y/n patted his head. 

“Bad” Tamaki was holding back his tears, not wanting to cry in front of his big sister. 

Y/n smiled at him and crouched, she had an idea to make him feel a bit better. “I’m gonna go to the store real quick, want me to get you something really cool?” 

Tamaki nodded and saw her grab a small jar he had on his bed side. She looked back at him, “Try to stop crying so that you can be really excited when I get back okay?” 

Leaving the house Y/n started to look first in her mothers garden. Not finding anything there she left the front gate to look in the streets. She had been searching for a while and found nothing but she decided to go look at the park. Getting to the park she looked all around and found nothing but just when she was about to give up luck was on her side. 

She saw a yellow butterfly just sitting still on the grass, leaving her jar on the ground. She went up to it cupping her hands to capture it. But right as she got closer the butterfly flew away, she followed it until hands were in her field of vision. 

She saw a boy, looking up at him. She noticed his eyes were a very beautiful color, she had never seen a color like them before. She could feel her face start to heat up. The boy looked at her then at the jar. Motioning for her to get the jar, she brought it to him. She closed the top of the jar as she wondered how he was able to put it in without it flying away. As soon as she was done she looked at him, she could still feel her face being warm. She wasn’t sure if it was from the sun or him.

After being bashful she managed to speak up, “Thank you.” 

The boy nodded and walked away.

Every day after school since then Y/n would always go to the park to look for the mysterious boy. She had gone for weeks, she wouldn’t stop till she could talk to him. Sitting on the swing she began to look around. That was when she saw him across the street. She got up quickly and began to run to him before she lost sight of him. 

“Hey! Hey wait up!” She shouted at him. Hearing her voice he turned around to see who was calling him. 

Now standing in front of him, she got a better look at his face. It was different from the last time, he had a cut on his lip and a black eye. She didn’t know what to think or say but she could see the hurt in his eyes. Without thinking she hugged him, he wanted to push her off of him but it was the first time he had felt this type of affection from a stranger. 

“I’m sorry for hugging you.” 

“I-it’s okay.” Clearly it was as he hugged her back. 

“I’m Y/n.” 

“I’m ---.” 

From then on they had became friends. They would begin to hang out for a year. Within that year Y/n began to notice the marks on his body got worse and how he began to hate physical contact. Yet he still let her hug and grab his hand a lot, he felt like it was fine if she did it. 

The sun had begun to set while the two were still in the park. They had gotten tired and laid down in the grass looking up at the sky that had now turned pink and purple. 

“Hey ---, do you think we’ll always be able to do this? Like hang out more.” Y/n turned her head to look at him as he still watched the cloud go by. 

“I hope so. Maybe we can even grow old together too.” He gave her a rare smile that she had never seen before. He had smiled at her before but there was something different about this. She couldn’t help the heat that ran across her face.

“---! Get over here now!” Just as the calm of the moment came it quickly disappeared. The smile on his face fell, there was that same hurt in his eyes when he first met her but it was mixed in with fear. 

Y/n looked up and saw a man and woman walking towards them angrily. 

“So this is where you've been. I always knew your sorry ass was doing something. Get up, we’re leaving.” The woman yelled at him. But he didn’t do what he was told, her patience grew thin. 

“I said get up!” She came over to him and grabbed his arm roughly, he was clearly in pain. 

Getting up Y/n grabbed his hand and tightly held it, “Stop you’re hurting him!” 

The man made his way to Y/n he pulled her hand away from the boy's, but she wouldn��t stop trying to reach his hand again. That’s when the man had enough and pushed her to the ground and it unfortunately caused her to hit her head. She groaned from the pain, putting her hand to the back of her head she felt something warm, looking at her hand it was now covered in blood. 

“Y/n!” The boy yelled, the built up anger activated his quirk without him knowing. His hand went to the woman’s hand, and as soon as he touched it, she vanished, blood began to spill everywhere. 

Y/n eyes opened wide, she couldn’t process what had happened. Her vision began to get foggy, she was going in and out of consciousness. 

The boy looked at the blood on his hands and hives began to form. While he was distracted the man came up behind him, knocking him out. Lifting him up on his shoulders the man began to walk away, Y/n tried to get up but fell back down. She stretched out her hand, tears falling from her eyes. 

“---” she lightly said. 

“---” 

“Kai!” As soon as she woke up she sat up, her hands going to her face as she felt tears pouring down her face. 

The normally loud restaurant had now gone quiet. Looking over at Taishiro and Tamaki she could see the horror on their faces. And unknown to her, her old friend was a wanted man that the two happened to be chasing. To her it didn’t make sense, Tamaki was too young to remember her old friend, and Taishiro hadn’t been in her life then. 

 There was one person who was even more surprised, the man himself. She remembered him, he couldn't believe it, there was hope. But seeing that hero try and comfort him upset him. 

In a blind rage he stormed out of the restaurant. This didn’t go unnoticed, Y/n looked in his direction but was unable to see his face due to a mask. She turned her attention back to Taishiro when he got a call. 

“Alright, we’ll be right there.” He looked at Tamaki then back at Y/n. 

He was worried, he hoped that the Kai she named wasn’t Overhaul. And if it was he didn’t understand why or how she knew him. It upset him, it made his heart hurt to think that she would know someone like Overhaul. He very much wanted to push away the thought and think it was a different Kai. 

He watched the way she was fidgeting while slept on him, it made his hand clench. “Be careful Y/n. Let’s go Sun Eater.” His mood shifted, it was of determination and anger. The possibility that she knew Overhaul was big but it still made him want to catch Overhaul before something bad happened, not just to others but to Y/n as well. 

Tamaki nodded and said goodbye to his sister. He quickly left with Taishiro. After the two left all the other customers did too. Looking at the time Y/n noticed it was time to close, sighing she got up and started to clean up. She was almost done washing all of the dishes when she heard the bell ring. 

“Sorry we’re closed.” she shouted from the kitchen. 

It was silent. She grew nervous, maybe it was her imagination. But then she heard footsteps making their way to the kitchen.

She grabbed the closet knife she could find, looking at the doorway she saw a shadow figure walking through the doorway. A man with familiar hair color and eyes, she couldn’t pinpoint it until he removed his mask. He smiled at her, a smile she hadn't seen since that day that they were lying on the grass together. 

Y/n felt her eyes begin to water as she dropped the knife. She had moved closer to him. Her hands went to his face, his eyes closed as she lightly touched his cheek to make sure he was real. He pressed his cheek against her warm hand and gave it a light kiss. As his eyes opened his gaze on her softened. 

“Hey Y/n, it’s been a while.” 

As her tears continued to run she smiled at him. She had laughed lightly in disbelief, her hands still on his face, “It really has been. I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again.” 

Kai had taken off his gloves as he raised his hand to her cheek while the other was resting on her lower back. “I know. After what happened it was hell not being able to see you. But I’m here now so let me take care of you.”

Y/n could feel her face heat up just a bit. She hadn’t expected him to say that. How could she not feel something bubble in her at something like that, he was her first love. 

“Thank you for the offer Kai but I’m an adult now. You don’t need to take care of me. Come on, let's sit down, I’ll make your favorite.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the front. Just as they got to the front of the store the doorbell rang. Hearing the bell Kai lifted up his mask. 

Taishiro came in his skinny form, “Hey Y/n! The villain is gone. I came to walk you ho-“ He was shocked to see who was standing next to her. “Y/n get away from him.” Taishiro clenched his jaw seeing the villain. 

Looking at Taishiro and then back at Kai, Y/n was confused at what was going on. Seeing Taishiro caused Kai to tsked. “Guess I’ll have to see you later. I’ll come back for you.” Kai kissed Y/n on the cheek before glaring at Taishiro as he made his way to the back exit. 

Taishiro wanted to chase after him so bad, but he knew he couldn’t, there was a time for that and it was coming near. All he could do was make sure Y/n was okay, he wished he could do more. He walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. Looking up at him she was confused, she could feel his hands shaking against her shoulders. 

“Taishiro? Are you okay?” Y/n didn’t understand why it was such a big deal and why Taishiro was so upset about Kai. 

Taishiro looked down at her, his eyes were serious as they looked directly at her’s. She had never seen this look on him before, it scared her. Taishiro regretted the serious look he had on, but it was for her own safety, she needed to know how dangerous Overhaul was. 

“Y/n” He paused for a moment trying to figure out how he could tell her. “That man is a villain named Overhaul. I don’t know how you know him but you can’t be around him. He’s dangerous.” 

Her eyes widened just a bit but her smile came back on. She playfully scoffed “Yeah right Taishiro. That’s a good joke. No need to get jealous.” 

Taishiro wished he was joking, but from the looks of it it seemed like they were close. Even if she was teasing he was jealous. Overhaul kissed her as if they were more than childhood friends. But he knew he couldn’t show those that right now. 

“I wish I was joking with you Y/n. But what I’m telling you is true. He’s killed and tortured people. If he loses control he could hurt you.” 

Kai losing control brought back memories of the day he killed his own mother. Y/n looked down, she didn’t know what to think, her mind raced as she thought to herself ‘Would he really hurt me? No, he isn’t like that. He was never like that.’ 

Looking up at Taishiro, she spoke, “You’re wrong! He wouldn’t hurt me. He’d never hurt me, he never has and never will.” 

He moved his hands to her cheek as he wiped her tears. She was shocked she was crying, she hadn’t even felt them. It was the second time he saw her cry, he didn’t like it one bit. It put a small hole in his heart, he knew he shouldn’t think about it but he wished that she cried for him instead of a criminal. 

“I’m sorry Y/n.” He moved his hands away again, leaning down he pulled her in for a hug. 

“He wouldn’t hurt me right?” She slowly put her arms around his body and held him tightly as she cried. 

It had been weeks since Y/n last saw Kai. For a week she had felt empty. It was to be expected, how else would anyone react when they find out their first love was a criminal. She didn’t have much of a smile when she went back to work. She didn’t really know how to feel. 

But as the day got late she found herself walking back home. As she opened her front gate she noticed a familiar tall figure in front of her door. They were mumbling something quietly as they were fidgeting with what they were holding. Once she got closer she noticed the blond hair on the figure. 

“Taishiro? Is that you?”

The tall beautiful man turned around with a blush on his face. He quickly hid the flowers behind his back. “Oh hey. I didn't know you’d be back so early.” 

“Taishiro, it’s eight nineteen. If anything I should have been home sooner.” She smiled at him. As she made her way towards him she tried to look at what he had behind him. 

“What’s that?” She put a hand on his arm as she looked behind him. She froze for a second, he was holding her favorite flowers. 

“Tai, are these for me?” Her face heated up as she looked up at him. Looking down at her he lightly turned away with his face still pink. 

‘Did she just call me Tai? Did she give me a nickname? And she’s flustered, well shit, she isn’t making this easy.’ The blushing blond thought to himself. 

“Yeah, I hope you like them.” He stuttered and removed the flowers from behind his back. 

“How did you know that these were my favorite?” She smiles at the flowers before leaning to smell them. 

Taishiro thought back to how he got the information. 

The Hero went on his knees and grabbed the boy's hands. “Please Sun Eater tell me what her favorite flowers are!” 

Tamaki gave Taishiro a disgusted look. “Fat Gum people are looking, please stop making a scene.” 

“That’s why I did it! I’ll stop once you tell me what they are!” 

Tamaki groaned and gave in. 

“Oh, just you know by instinct. I saw them and thought of you.” He was mentally sweating, he didn’t want her to know he begged her little brother for that information. 

“Well thank you. They’re really pretty.” She smiled up at him, seeing him this way made her forget about what happened the past week. 

“Yeah! Just like you! Actually you’re prettier than the flowers I take that back.” He started to ramble on and Y/n found it adorable. 

Before she could say something he spoke in a serious tone. “Y/n I’m sorry for what happened when I last saw you. I should have said it better, but seeing you with him made me upset. But it also made me realize that I do in fact like you. And I don’t want to lose to a villain, so please let me take you out on a real date” He said a bit louder than his normal voice. 

After all that's happened she couldn’t refuse him. Her was this man, willing to treat her right. Someone who was respectable, who wouldn’t hurt others. She decided that maybe this was good for her. She smiled at him, “Alright. Let’s go on a date.”

Even if Kai was her first love it didn’t mean that she couldn’t grow feelings for another. 

[saitama-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Kureha Koizumi

~~ December 25th ~~

“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be.”

Login Lines:

“I woke up to my phone going off like crazy, it nearly scared the hell out of me, I had thought something was wrong until I went to check it. Turns out it was just everyone wishing me either happy birthday, merry Christmas, or both. It was…nice…I’m still getting used to celebrating my birthday but having so many people wishing me well helps a lot.”

Voice Lines:

“Haah…It’s that time again, I’ve been trying to finish all of my holiday commission before Christmas but I’ve been getting more and more requests, I’m not complaining though, I could really use the money.”

“The snow looks really pretty today, it’s cold which is good. I remember watching the snow fall with…him…he was really pretty too…I miss him…”

“What do 22 year olds even do on their birthday? I don’t drink much and I refuse to go clubbing no matter what Lola says. Honestly, I much rather stay home or spend time with Sayaka, it’s always nice and warm whenever she’s around.”

“Ehhhh?! No way!! I can’t believe the Vox wished me a happy birthday! I mean, I know we’re in the DRB together but I never thought he’d noticed me! Holy shit, holy shit, this is awesome!”

“The art museum in Saitama did something special for me, the recently opened up a new art exhibition in my honor, it had all my favorite paintings and works from my favorite artists there! There was even some of my own works! I was so shocked but also really, really happy!”

“Thank you, Merry Christmas, Sayaka! I hope you liked my gift…Ah, that’s good, that makes me really happy, you’re welcome….Er, mom please, that’s so embarrassing, I’ve been grown up for a long while now besides, you have Yoshiko to dote over, I’m fine!…Mooom! Please! My face feels like it’s about to melt off!”

“Oh sick, mom! This is so cool! Thank you so much, I’m sure Kazu will love it! No, no, it’s fine, I’ve been meaning to get Kazu one of these for a while now but they’re usually so expensive and it looks super cool too, I love it and he’ll definitely love it. Aw, even when you’re looking for cat toys you’re still thinking of me, thank you, mom.”

“Merry Christmas, Lola. I see you’re back from wherever you’ve went, what? Did you not think I’d notice when you’re gone? Tsumugi’s a good actress but I’ve known you long enough to be able to tell when you’re not yourself or if there’s an imposter. I won’t ask for details, I’m just glad you’re back in time for Christmas…is that…is that blood?…Y’know what, nevermind, yes I’m sure now what is it that you got me?”

“Whoa! Are these gemstones? Wait, these are Yule Gemstones! Where the hell did you get these?! And how the hell do you know about them?! Ah…oh yeah, that’s right, I didn’t think you were listening…it’s not witchcraft, it’s Paganism, yes there’s a fucking difference. Shut it, he has nothing to do with my beliefs, still though, thank you for this, it’s really great.”

“Yoshiko! Hey, merry Christmas baby sister! Wow, you got that many presents huh? Well that’s no surprise, you’ve been a good girl all year and Santa knows that and is very happy with you. Hm? You got me something?”

“Awww, Yoshiko, this is so pretty! And well made too! You’re getting better and better each year, I’m seriously impressed, nicely done!”

Sayaka Lines:

“Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday, Sweetie! I really loved your gift, I never knew that I needed something like that, thank you so much! Oh, I can’t believe another year has gone by, I really wish that time would so down for once, my baby is all grown up! *sigh* I guess you’re right but just know that no matter how old you get, you will always be my baby….okay, okay, I’m sorry, here, I got you a present.”

“Ta-daaaa~! I got you a cat tree for Kazu-chan! I know it’s not something that you yourself can use but I figured that since you take such good care of Kazu, you’d want to get him something nice. I was thinking about what you usually wear when choosing which one to pick and I thought this one fit the bill. Oh, I’m glad you like it! Happy Birthday, honey!”

Lola Lines:

“Meeeeeeeerry Birthmas, my darling! Ehhh?? How did you know that I was gone?! Aww, and here I thought I was so clever to fool you…AWWW, Sunshine!! I’m so touched!! What did I do to deserve such a kind and considerate best friend?!…Hm? Oh, shit, I didn’t even notice that, you sure you don’t wanna know? It’s quite the tale? Okay, okay birthday girl, here you go.”

“I remember you telling me about those crystals you’re so interested in, something to do with witchcraft or some shit like that? Is there a difference, sweetheart? *sigh* I swear, sometimes I think I shouldn’t have let you met Lyall, didn’t think it was possible for you to become more goth than you already are, well, you look happy so I guess that’s good, merry Christmas sunshine.”

Bonus! Yoshiko Lines:

“Big sister! Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas! Did you look at the tree?! I got soooo many presents! Hehe, mommy said that too! Yoshiko’s a good girl! Hey, hey! I have a gift for you! Here!”

“Yay! I’m happy big sister likes my present! I made it alllll by myself! Merry Christmas!”

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

How about a treat for SamFro today? 🎃🎃🎃

Well, didn't quite get this done on Halloween, but it's the thought that counts. 😂 How about some SamFro with old man Bilbo narrator? 👀 (Psst, I also threw in just a bit of Bagginshield, but I figured you wouldn’t mind...)

It was a quiet, peaceful day in Bag End. The kind of day where nothing sounded more appealing than a smoke in the garden, letting the sun warm your bones. It was the kind of day that set Bilbo’s teeth on edge. Ever since his adventuring days, peaceful afternoons just no longer held the same merit. He would much rather take a walking holiday, maybe straight into the Old Forest. The age of his body at war with his curiosity, always wanting to search out the unexpected if his joints would let him. He needed to see mountains again. He needed it more than anything. However, since that day couldn’t be today, he settled himself into his study attempting to get further in writing his book.

He had just put his quill to the page, finally knowing how he wished to begin when there was a muffled giggle. Bilbo paused with a frown, waiting to see if he could pinpoint the disturbance. When he didn’t hear it again, he began anew. Another giggle. Bilbo slammed his quill down on the desk as he jumped to his feet. He had an idea of just who the culprit may be.

“Frodo Baggins! You had best be at your studies, my lad.” He demanded as he stomped into the sitting room.

At a distinct lack of his nephew, Bilbo could feel himself getting riled up when there was another laugh, this time a pair of laughs, coming from the open window. With a triumphant smirk, Bilbo stomped over there ready to give his wayward charge a stern lecture only to be stopped in his tracks.

Frodo was bent over his book, reading the Sindrian out loud to Samwise Gamgee, the gardener’s son. Frodo would trip up on a tricky word, which would send him and Sam into fits of laughter.

“Don’t tease me. I am trying.” Frodo complained, a wide grin still on his face.

“Oh Mr. Frodo, I’m certainly not mocking your efforts. You’re doing far better than I ever could, I’m telling you that right now, Sir.”

Frodo sighed. “I just don’t understand why Uncle Bilbo wants me to learn this stuff.” 

“Perhaps he’s going to take you with him on an adventure! Now, wouldn’t that be something. To see the elves in person, I’m already jealous.”

“Oh Sam. Like I could ever leave you behind.” 

“Don’t be teasing me, Mr. Frodo.”

“Of course I’m not teasing! I’d be lost in a heartbeat without you.”

The blonde blushed a bright shade of pink as he looked up at Frodo through his lashes. Frodo merely gave him a coy look with his baby blues before he went back to botching a language older than the Shire itself.

Bilbo gave a soft snort. Tween love. He should have known. Although the way that Sam watched Frodo, as if the dark haired, blue eyed boy held the answers to the universe itself, was oddly reminiscent, it caused a little jolt to his weathered heart. Frodo got a sly look in his eyes, and Bilbo knew at that point he was making mistakes on purpose. Well that just wouldn’t do.

“Êl síla erin lû e…go-goVADE-gova…dead…”

“Êl síla erin lû e-govaded 'wîn. (A star shines on the hour of our meeting.)” Bilbo interrupted.

Both boys immediately jumped to their feet, looking guiltily back at the older hobbit in the window.

“Uncle Bilbo!” Frodo declared. “I was just…”

“Just shirking your lessons. You know that phrase well, Frodo Baggins.” He accused.

The dark haired boy hung his head, and Bilbo turned his sharp gaze onto Sam next.

“As for you Master Gamgee…”

“Mr. Bilbo, Sir. It wasn’t Mr. Frodo’s fault. Honest. I had been the one dropping eaves on his practicing, and he came out to humor me. I just had never heard such sounds before, and it made even less sense after he showed me what they looked like on a count of I don’t even know my Westron letters, but…”

“Well that simply won’t do.” Bilbo interrupted. “How will you be able to write to your family after we go on this grand adventure?”

Both boys turned red at this, realizing just how long Bilbo had been listening. Frodo even going as far as to glare at his guardian. Far too familiar indeed. 

“Don’t make fun of us, Uncle.” Frodo demanded.

“Now what makes you think I’m not completely serious?”

Their jaws dropped.

“You mean…?”

“I’m not promising anything yet, especially if it’s going to take you longer over negligence of your lessons!”

“Oh, we’ll take them seriously. We swear it!” Frodo determined.

Bilbo huffed out a small chuckle, too endeared to play the part of grumpy guardian for long. 

“Then we’ll start tomorrow. In the meantime, you two go enjoy this beautiful weather.”

Neither needed to be told twice as they scampered through the gate and down the Hill as fast as their legs could take them. Bilbo remained there in the window, re-evaluating his plans to see the mountains. Well…a short trip to Rivendell probably wouldn’t be remiss. Although, he knew a certain someone who would not be eager to see the elves. Speaking of whom, a pair of arms snaked their way around his waist, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“What are you thinking about, amrâlimê (my love)?”

Bilbo let his gaze fall to the hands holding him tightly. A blacksmith’s pair, kingly hands. A smirk stole across his face.

“I was thinking it was high time for us to have another adventure.”

[pray4jensen]

i wish jensen would stop changing his opinion on the finale every time he’s in front of a new audience. Today he said that there was nothing he would change, he could only sing it’s praises. And I’d like to blame Jared but Jared didn’t have any input. I just don’t feel like I can ever trust jensen not to appeal to any given audience 🫤

i don't think jensen really has a choice. it's his job and he can only talk about his opinions so long as it doesn't majorly offend anyone. and he'll only be in a job as long as he keeps things in balance.

it sucks, truly, but there are consequences for speaking up, especially in his position. he also wants to keep going with the spn universe. he has big plans, and he won't get to carry them out if he alienates a good portion of the show's fanbase. something that makes spn so attractive as a business is that it's kept a dedicated base of fans who are willing to spend a lot of money. spn has never been the most popular show, but its fans are dedicated in ways that most shows can only dream of. more fans are willing to watch the winchesters, for example, than jared's walker. because all jared's done post-finale is alienate the dean fans, and the cas fans, and the destiel fans. jensen, for the most part, has done none of that.

people are ambivalent about jensen whereas misha and jared have fans that are really black and white about their passion for them, and that's because jared and misha are really outspoken. jensen's always so careful with his words and the fact that he hasn't exactly shown a neutral face post-finale speaks a lot more about what his real thoughts and feelings are, rather than when he answers con questions where the audience is often very particular in the way they think/feel about the finale.

when he talks about the finale, he's very careful. he said it made good television. and objectively, that's true. look at how hysterical it was for all parties involved. it riled up everybody. people are still talking about it. that's actually quite a feat. and that's usually what the companies behind producing these series think is good television. that's what's going to convince these companies to go for another spin-off or reboot or movie.

he said dean wouldn't have been able to go on if sam died. also objectively true. because cas was also dead. it would've looked bleak as hell for dean.

jensen at the end of the day never lies tbh. but sometimes he withholds certain truths. like how he doesn't mention cas' absence in a room full of fans who probably hate cas anyway. the fact that he doesn't mention cas doesn't mean that he doesn't think cas' death wouldn't have affected dean too. it doesn't mean that jensen doesn't think it wouldn't have been a major factor for dean's ability to continue if sam died too.

just because it's unsaid doesn't mean it isn't true.

he's always been very honest when asked about what he would've done if cas came back (a hug, a desire to address the confession). and when asked what dean probably would've done if he'd had more time to respond to cas' love confession, he was also very honest (dean would've said i love you too).

so at the end of the day, he's never said directly that he liked the finale and that he was happy about how it ended (that's a very personal opinion to express and that's just inference that certain fans have picked up). but what he has done is make very neutral and very objectively honest statements about it that keep fans dedicated to the show.

he's not changing sides. he's not changing his opinions. he's just being very very careful while telling the truth.

[heymeowmao]

2023.09.02 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324941623929995754

Long time no see~

bgm: 我只愿朝着光 (I Only Wish to Face the Light) [Be Your Own Light OST]

LYN: Long time no see, friends. Long time no see.

C: Are you better now? LYN: I’m much better. As a man, to get sick a little is normal. There’s nothing  to ask about. Thanks, everyone. LYN: My throat is still a little uncomfortable. It’s not as easy, but I still thought I would come to stream for a bit… because I brought all this equipment with me but I haven’t used it once. When we were packing up to leave I remembered that I brought my streaming equipment. If I don’t use it now I’ll feel like I’d have packed it up for nothing. I wrapped up a little early today and even though I’m not in the greatest condition I thought I’d stream. You can all be a little more understanding.

C: So you were in Chongqing. LYN: You must not be my fan. You’re one of the ones who pretends to care a lot about me. I’ve been in Chongqing for a long time already. It’s been more than half a month. C: You’ve gotten thinner. LYN: I don’t know about that. I probably just look a lot more weary/haggard. After I got sick I haven’t had an appetite, so I’ve been eating less and look haggard. I haven’t gotten thinner, though. LYN: I haven’t been in the greatest condition, but when I go back I don’t know when I’ll have the time to stream so today I wrapped up early and I feel good enough to chat, so I came. I didn’t come for a particular reason. Just to chat.  C: Remember to rest. LYN: It’s alright. I don’t have too many scenes for this drama and we’re not in a rush to film. I’ve been able to rest up for a couple of days here in Chongqing. It’s not extremely busy, so I’ve been able to take breaks in between.

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C: Your physical. LYN: I’ve done it already. I did it back in Beijing. All the results are pretty good. I don’t have any problems, so my physical is done. The only problem is that I might have a slight calcium deficiency (?). It’s fine though- I just have to supplement it. I guess that explains why I broke my foot- I have a calcium deficiency for my bones are more easily broken. I’ve got some health supplements and I’m ready to boost my calcium. Everything else is normal. C: Have you gotten taller? LYN: Funny that you mention it. I really did. They measured my height and I curiously found out that I’m taller than I was before! It might be that I keep trying to fix my posture, so my back is a bit straighter than it was before and it helped my height a tiny bit. C: Growth spurt? LYN: Probably not. Ning-ge’s already 30+ years old. I can’t be having any more growth spurts. It’s probably that my back’s straighter so my height grew. There’s nothing more to say about this. It’s not like I can lie. Before, as an actor, maybe if you were tall it would be hard to find roles, but times are changing. There’s a market for people like me who look like telephone poles, now. I’m not worried about not finding a role because I’m too tall. If you’re tall, when you shoot guzhuang dramas you can look a little more dazzling. There’s nothing to hide. LYN: I used to say I was 1.89m, right? In reality after measuring I was 188.5cm, so I liked to say I was 1.89m. After getting my physical this time I found that I’ve surpassed 1.9m. C: So tall. LYN: It’s no use, though. Telephone poles are also very tall- what’s the point of them? There’s no point to being tall. Tall isn’t useful. C: Exactly how tall- 1.9__?? LYN: What does that have to do with you? What does it matter how tall I am? As if I can share some height with you?? Why do you care? Are you a medical examiner? Or are you a tailor? You want to use my measurements to make a pair of pants or…??? What do you care how tall I am?! I already said I was 1.9. Why do you have to wonder whether it’s 1.91, 1.94, or 1.95? You’re like a tailor. Are you going to make clothes for me??

C: Ning-ge, if you boost your calcium maybe you can grow even taller. LYN: Don’t scare me!! I already have a hard time buying pants. I don’t need height, but it’d be nice if I can gain some bone density. C: I’m afraid you’ll grow to be 2m tall. LYN: Shush. I’m already 30+ years old, how can I still grow taller?? I’m not getting any taller, don’t hold your breath. If you tell your neighbors or friends that “I hope your kid grows tall” it would be a blessing, but if you tell me “I hope you grow taller” then it’s a curse. I don’t want to be too tall. It’s enough. I have enough to get by.

C: I hope my son can be as tall as you are. LYN: It’s possible. Kids nowadays are growing quite tall. None of them are very short anymore. It’s a different era, now. They’re well-fed. How balanced are their diets, now? There’s only the one at home, and they can eat all they want, so of course they will not be lacking in nutrition. Friends, you don’t need to worry about your child not growing tall. Unless you want your kid to be a celebrity. Then, they can be tall. Or a basketball player or model. But normally, they don’t need to be so tall. 

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LYN: I saw a comment the other day- because I went to the Eastern Billboard Awards, right? There are people who go to the event and then later come back and write about their experience. Whenever people go somewhere they have to come back and write up a report- what do they call it “repeat” or something. [t/n: REVIEW??] Anyway, they have to share their feelings about their experience. Their opinion of me? That my fans tend to be on the older side. That made me angry. (/joking) What do they mean by that?!? LYN: I guess a lot of my fans went by winning a lottery or blind box and being gifted tickets to attend. After going the only descriptor other people could think to give them is “on the older side.” What do you mean by that?? I just want to ask. LYN: My fans are… those who like LYN are all mature women. /laughs/ Isn’t that right? They’re all very mature. Whether by age or by mentality- they’re all mature. But I do have young ones! The other time in my stream didn’t you say that some of you were in your teens? I have younger fans, too. My fans are from a wide range. Sometimes I’m more biased towards the older ones because- I’ve said it many times before- they seen it all. Their children are already grown and they’ve seen what the world has to offer. To be able to still like me, after all that, means that I’m just a little outstanding. I can attract their attention. It’s not just a heat of the moment thing, for them.

LYN: Most of my fans all have children. Some of them are old enough to be attending college! They have school aged children, but are still my fans and I think that’s great. Now I want to say something to my fans who have children- try not to make your kids give me things, alright? I’m sure you’re not getting anything out of it, because you probably also tell your children, “Ning-jiujiu is outstanding. When you grow up you have to be as tall as he is.” and etc. I’m sure you must have told them about me before and so they are receptive to me. But still, try not to make them give me things. I’m not accepting any gifts. Let me tell you why-

LYN: You all came out to support me that one time, right? And I went out to see you. I don’t know who it was but one of my fans passed over a huge bag. They knew that I like to take some things with me when I walk by. So they prepared a big bag for me- it was really convenient. The first thing they did was hand that bag over, as if telling me “Ning-ge, go ahead and fill it up.” I could put all my spoils into it, because my fans like to give me cards or small toys. It has nothing to do with the cost. It’s just meaningful- they wanted to leave me with a souvenir. I was taking letters, cards, and headbands and stuffing them into the bag… and I was recorded doing it. Someone posted it online with the header, “LYN takes a tote bag to receive fan gifts.” Then the media got started on it- saying that I brought my own bag just so I can take your gifts. Amazing. LYN: First of all, I didnt want to become an artist just so that I could receive your small gifts and cards. Do you think I’m lacking that much?? But once someone’s pointed it out, it sounds really despicable. As if I can’t afford to make a living for myself so I have to rely on you to support me. That I survive off the things you give me. That’s a miserable existence, isn’t it? So from then on, I’ve been telling you that I don’t accept any gifts from my fans. This way it will be more difficult to hold something against me, you know? It will be harder for them to criticize me, not like it’s necessary to in the first place. I’ll only be accepting letters from now on. Whether I look at them or not is another story, but I will accept them.

LYN: I won’t be accepting gifts from you anymore- even if it’s very small and not worth anything. I won’t take it. It’s the thought that counts- you can keep it for me. If you have a kid, though, they might not understand this concept. They just know that “It would be nice if I can give Ning-jiujiu something.” So you prepare something that your child can give to me. In regards to gifts from children- I wouldn’t normally accept those, either. But the thing is I don’t want to see them disappointed. If they want to give me something and I tell them no, they’re going to be upset. What if it becomes some sort of trauma for them? You know? I know it’s not my kid, but it’s yours so you SHOULD feel bad for them. LYN: So, don’t make them do this. If your kid wants to give me something you have to advise them against it. Just tell them that I don’t need it. Tell them that Ning-jiujiu is a wealthy second-gen kid and that I don’t need it. Tell them that I have a job and I can buy things for myself, so when THEY grow up they have to get a job so they can buy themselves food and toys. Anyway, don’t let your kid give me anything. I really don’t have the heart to not accept. I know it’s just a very small thing- a toy- but when someone gets it on film that I’m accepting gifts- even from your kids- it become problematic. Try to empathize. Try to advise your kid not to give me anything- let them keep it.

C: Ning-ge, you’re a rich first gen, not a second gen. LYN: If I give all my money to my mom, then that’ll make me a rich second gen wouldn’t it? Makes sense, doesn’t it?

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LYN: Another thing is, I think my relationship with my fans is different. I feel like I’m… investing a different set of emotions in you. I’m not trying to be polite or anything. I’m just sure that there are very few people who can be like me- who treat my fans with a certain degree of attentiveness, or companionship. I feel like I’m close to my fans, and they respect me. I like this mutually respectful environment. But when you start disrespecting me, I feel really hurt by it. LYN: I feel like I give you a lot of respect and I’ve given you the most companionship that I could. But sometimes… when I see that some fans are out of line I get really disappointed, you know? I feel bad. Not angry, just bad. Just like how when antis try to bring me down- I would never be angry at them. Or when media talks shit about me- I don’t particularly care. But if it’s someone close to me who says the same things, I would find it difficult to bear. 

LYN: I’ve been filming recently in Chongqing, right? Many of you come out to the set to… watch a monkey (see me). I’m the monkey- the other actors aren’t. Every day I’m filming in Chongqing I feel more and more like a performer monkey. You’re just surrounding me- as if watching a monkey in a cage. It’s not like I’m out there to shop. I’m there to act, and there are just people all around, watching a show. Sometimes you even give me a little something to eat. It’s not that I’m annoyed by it- that’s your freedom to do what you want. In this society you can go wherever and do whatever, as long as you are abiding by the law. I don’t have the energy to care about your personal freedom- you can go where you want, *as long as it doesn’t affect me or the film crew. That’s the most important thing. You can watch from afar, but don’t record it on your phone. Everywhere I go, you’re following me with your phones. I don’t even know what you’re trying to do, here. LYN: I had even asked you, the last time. I don’t want to interrupt your quest to see your idol. You can come out to see me, and that’s fine. But why do you insist on recording it on your phone?? Do you want to become viral? You want to learn from me how to be internet famous? Are you going to post it on your weibo and wait until you gain enough fans before you start influencer marketing? After you have enough traffic, are you planning on accepting advertising gigs, or…?? I just don’t get it. Why do you have to record me? If you come to see me I can nod my head at you, smile at you, and even exchange a few words. But the moment you lift up that phone I’m not going to say a word to you. I had told you all before. When you’re trying to greet me, don’t record me on your phone. I feel like you’re trying to interview me. LYN: That day there was someone like this, “Welcome to Chongqing, Ning-ge. Welcome to Chongqing. I want to ask you- have you eaten Chongqing hotpot yet?” I felt as if they were a native blogger or something. They were here to promote Chongqing’s culinary delicacies and they came to interview me, to get the thoughts of an actor who came to Chongqing to film. It makes me really uncomfortable. If you could put your phone down and ask me the same questions, I would have told you that “Yes, I did eat.” and what I ate, and what I thought about it. I would chat with you. But as soon as you pick up your phone I feel like there’s a distance between us and I don’t want to say anything to you. LYN: The people on set, too. You’ll find that as long as you’re not brandishing your phones at me, I won’t open the umbrella (to block your sight). I can’t NOT let you see, but if you take photos/videos of me while I am working on the drama and then go post that media online and it affects the drama itself- that’s on me. You can come to see me. As long as you’re not brandishing your phone, I won’t try to reject you. You just have to record- I don’t know why.

LYN: I also posted to the group chat- if you’re on set, please don’t record. All of you agreed. But the next day? You were recording as normal. I saw with my own eyes- someone lift up their phone to start recording. OK. If you’re not going to listen to me, then it doesn’t matter. When I got off work that day, that person even greeted me! “Ning-ge, you worked hard. Ning-ge! Hey-” As if you’re very close to me?? You don’t even listen to me. LYN: I already told you, that you can’t be recording me while I’m filming this drama. There’s a reason for that, but I can’t tell you the details of why. I just can’t have the drama be affected because of me, but you are still stubborn enough not to understand what I’m trying to say. I can’t tell you flat out, either. I’ve told you not to record me, but you still do it. Let’s not drag passersby into the picture- there’s nothing I can do about them. But MY FANS- If even if I tell you, you still don’t listen then there’s no point. LYN: To my other friends- if you’re not in Chongqing, don’t come here to attack those fans that are here. There’s no need. They acting normal, and I can understand, but I just want to say-

C: Are they paparazzi? LYN: If they were, I could just tell the security to tell them to stop. But I know that you are my fans, so it’s not like I could tell them to help me get MY FANS under control for me. Do you think I could do that? I don’t know- I haven’t filmed very many modern dramas so I haven’t encountered this situation much before. This time, since I’m facing the situation now I want to say: If I’m shooting a modern drama you can come to watch but please don’t record. You can keep me company or watch for fun. Don’t make trouble for me, please. Thanks. I’m not the only actor in this group. The other actors are under a lot of pressure already and are too kind to say anything about it to me. I’m sure that they would find it embarrassing on my behalf to tell me how to manage my fans. But as LYN- as an actor- do you think I’m not aware of the situation?? Just because they don’t say anything doesn’t mean that I can let it continue. LYN: YOU’RE happy recording on your phones, but have you ever thought of how awkward it is for ME? It’s so embarrassing. Whenever I get to the crew in the morning someone always asks me, “Hey, are those your fans? There are so many.” … How am I supposed to answer that? Am I supposed to say, “Yes, I’m very popular! I’m amazing!” How do I answer, you tell me. I just say, “Those aren’t my fans. They’re probably just passersby.” LYN: I can’t control your how you chose to spend your time but please don’t affect the drama crew. I’m not angry! I just haven’t encountered this situation before, so I want to get it straight now. I hope that in the future my fans can supervise each other. If you all come together I hope that someone can say, “Let’s not record Ning-ge. Let’s not affect the drama crew.” We can play amongst ourselves but once it starts to influence other people, we’ve got to stop. I can’t wave or greet you when I’m on set because I don’t want the other actors to think I’m trying to show off that I have a lot of fans. Everyone is there to work but it looks like I am there to socialize and have a mini fan-meet?? Do you get it? This is a working environment- I’m WORKING. I can’t be friendy with you because if iit gets recorded and posted it will look like I am encouraging you to come to set and see me. I can’t afford that. Do you understand? The crew isn’t made up of only me. Everyone else is famous in their own right. Just because they’re not mentioning it to me doesn’t mean that I’m not aware of what’s being perceived. Try to understand my hardship. 

LYN: You have to consider other people’s feelings. I care. I could disregard my own feelings, but not other people’s. After working with them for a while, I start to care about every person I work with. I cherish the opportunity to be able to work with them. I’ve got to leave a good impression, right? My main thing is having a good reputation, isn’t it?

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LYN: I do have to thank you for your support when I had collaborations with Pomellato and L’Oreal, though. Thank you. When it was first announced that I has a collaboration with Pomellato- it really proved that some of you have mines at home (they’re wealthy). We really do have some “jiejie-s” among my fans. We never avoid this subject. I already told you last time- when you come to my concert, bring the deed to your house. Because I also invite different brand representatives to attend, so if they that all my fans have their deeds with them, they would know that you can afford to buy their products. Then the collaborations will come rolling in, wouldn’t they? Some of you are... well off. LYN: At the time I saw that you were posting your receipts and everything- those things aren’t cheap. From my… position.. to have so many fans support me and spend so much, I am really thankful. I posted in the group chat to thank you, too. But many of you are students and probably can’t afford it- we’re all the same. But the ones who could afford to supported me a lot- I posted in the group chat. “Thank you for your support. Thank you to all the wealthy women. You sure have money.” I just wanted to express my thanks. I was over here trying to THANK YOU, and someone took a screenshot and posted it so I received another round of criticism. LYN: Someone had sent it to me, “Ning-ge, look. Another yxh posted about it- that you’re thanking your wealthy fans in the group chat.” I was thinking- I can’t even do that?!? My fans are supporting my collaborations and are buying some products, and I want to thank them, but I can’t even do that?? Would the value drop, or what? I don’t understand. Should I NOT have thanked them? I don’t understand why I would be criticized for such a thing.LYN: Let’s say for example I see one of my fans by a product from a brand I’ve collaborated with. They tell me, “Ning-ge, I bought it!” Am I supposed to say, “Oh. Suit yourself.”?? Should I have had that sort of attitude? If someone tells me they bought something from a collab I did, shouldn’t I be thanking them for their support? One, it represents that fan’s love for me and two, I should thank them on behalf of the brand. I just don’t get it! When they told me I was being criticized for thanking my fans I just found it really funny. LYN: Any artist or actor- anything they do falls under the “customer service” category. We’re here to serve the viewers and our fans. Without all of you, what would we be? Do you really consider that we’re people who can survive on talent alone? This is too funny. We work in customer service.

C: Ning-ge, if you’re a waiter, then let me give you some tips. LYN: No, I don’t need any. XD You’re trying to give me tips now?? It would have been great if I had met you back when I was singing in the bar. LYN: Some people are laughing. Don’t laugh. I think that people who want to give tips are really great. Why? Maybe because I came from that industry- honestly if you want to survive in customer service, you can’t do it on your base pay alone. You have to rely on tips- so that you can make a little more money. From then on, I’ve always thought that people who give tips are great. C: I’ll give you 50. // How’s 1,000? LYN: No, no. I don’t need it, really. You can keep it. C: I’ll give you coupons. LYN: Do you give coupons as a tip?? Is there some hotpot place where if you spend 300, they give you 30 in coupons? Then you give it back to a waiter and tell them you’ll treat them to hotpot? That’s too awful, isn’t it? Later we find out that you have stock in the hotpot place. You were actually out there promoting, but making it look like you were giving tips.

C: I’ll give you a discount coupon to LYN’s concert. LYN: I said once before, that anyone who helped me to get a trending topic can get a 5RMB coupon to apply to my concert ticket. Now you want to give that coupon back to me?? First of all, it’s free for ME to watch LYN’s concert. Even if you gave it to me I would have no use for it. I can go for free. AND I can stand on the stage to watch it. XD My seats are better than yours. C: Your seat is the best. LYN: Yeah, I can watch from the middle of the stage.

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C: Ning-ge, have you been playing with the beads lately? LYN: I have. C: Do you put oil on them? LYN: I can’t believe you’re asking me about this! C: How’s it going though? LYN: The more you play with them, the more into it you get. It’s a pit. The more into it you get, the deeper you go. I’m playing with baixiangzi, which are different from the [names different types]. They’re different because each seed shape is not the same (whereas the other types are set shapes). Some are “lotus shaped”, or “ghost faced”, or deeply pitted, and etc. It’s a lot more complicated. Once you buy one strand you’ll want to buy others to see what they look like. And then… you just keep buying other ones and end up with too many. LYN: I don’t advise you to start… I just don’t. There are funner things to do. With me, I bought them online but then when I got them in hand I didn’t like them anymore and gave them away. To everyone around me- my acting coach, hair and makeup team, assistant, and everyone else in my group. Now they all have one strand each. When we go out to work everyone in the car- other than the driver- all have gloves on and are brushing the beads. Our team is so healthy, now. We’re a team of Bead Counters. There’s just no helping it- I bought it but after I received it I didn’t like it anymore so I gave it away, and repeat. By now I’ve already sent a bunch out. I don’t have anyone to give them to anymore. Another thing- this was a while ago because I’ve bought enough- let’s say if you can count on one strand for three years, I have enough to last me until I’m 80. I have too many, a huge bag with so many different types. 

LYN: I was watching a stream- the owner sells these things- and saw something funny. This was before I stopped, because I like to look for nice ones to buy. But I was in the stream and found someone trying to buy them. [...] I saw this user’s name and it was “LYN’s ____”. ? I’m guessing this “LYN” means “Liu Yuning”, right? Is this one of my fans, seeing that I’m starting to play with these things and wanting to buy one for themselves? But it just so happened that I was also in that stream! So I asked them, “Hello, hello! What does “LYN” mean?” They ignored me! It’s not like I could say that /I/ am LYN. But I kept asking and they just kepy ignoring me. It’s not like there were that many people in the stream, either. So then I switched tactics and started using code: “LYN… is it Jiang-ge?” Jiang Junhao (BYOL). After a bit they replied, “Yes. It’s Jiang-ge.” Oh before that, after asking them multiple times who LYN was they replied. “LYN is a very important person.” Then I asked them if it was Jiang-ge and they said, “LYN is Jiang-ge.” I was thinking,”Oh. This IS my fan.” So I was just quietly watching them throughout the stream and in the end they picked a strand that they liked. I direct messaged the seller and told them to return the user’s money, and that I would pay the bill for their order. The store owner was confused. I told them, “It’s ok. This “LYN” person is my friend. Please return their money and I will pay. You just need to send it to their address.” The shop owner said, “OK, da-ge.” What that means is Ning-ge bought you a strand of beads. You have to remember that. LYN: But then later the shop owner got back to me about another part of the order, and at that point I excused myself from the chat. The strands are cheap, but the accessories are expensive. I excused myself- I think it was about enough. LYN: It was just a fateful encounter with a fan, was all. I saw that they were buying something they liked and wanted to help out. This is normal, for a Northeasterner’s personality. For example if we go to a restaurant and see that a friend is already eating there, it’s either they will pay my bill or I will pay theirs. I don’t know about other places but in Dongbei that’s what we do. I just have a strange little habit of liking to pay other people’s bills. It just so happened we were shopping in the same stream that day. I saw a friend, so I paid their bill. C: Shandong people are like this too!

LYN: Yeah- places with a lot of loyalty are probably all like this. It’s a normal thing. I didn’t think anything of it, and it’s been a while since it happened. I never mentioned it before because I just thought it was funny, but since we were on the topic I decided to tell you. I’m just afraid that this person would remember which stream it was and then post about it.

LYN: I’ve already stopped buying them, I have enough. I don’t want to show you- it’s a really big bag. In any case, it’s fun to play with when I’ve got free time and it’s stress-relieving. Sometimes at night when I’ve wrapped for the day I like to play with them when I am remembering my next lines. When you play with these beads you won’t even find yourself reaching for your phone anymore. Let’s say usually in the car or something you’ll swipe through videos or play a game. Since I’ve started, I don’t play on my phone anymore. I’m just brushing and counting them. It makes you stop playing on your phone, which is nice. It also helps you to still your mind and relieve stress, which is also nice. C: “wan-wu-shang-zhi” (when you start to play with object, it will hurt your intelligence) [??] LYN: Yes, right. But I also think that as long as you’re not going overboard it’s fine. As long as it can still help you relieve stress and unhappiness, then it doesn’t count as “wan-wu-shang-zhi”. C: Raffle them off. LYN: I won’t because some of them were quite expensive… Maybe later, if there’s a chance I’ll raffle them. On my birthday I’ll give one away. One that costs 150RMB.

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C: Where’s Daimi? LYN: She’s waiting for me in Hengdian. I need to film for a while in Chongqing, but this hotel does not allow pets. It’s a little troublesome if I go through the trouble of bringing her here but not be able to house her. She’s in Hengdian. We’re just about to move over there, too. So she’ll show up then.

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C: Pie in the sky +1 LYN: Wha- how could giving away a strand of beads count?! Oh my gosh… What “pie” is this? I have plenty of beads to go around. 

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C: I miss Daimi. LYN: Okay, then when I get back I’ll let you see her. /distracted/ LYN: I’m looking at the tv- there’s a burger on screen and I really want to eat it… Sichuan spicy, CP burger. Mouth-watering chicken flavored. … It looks pretty good.

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LYN: I saw that some people were making fun of my brand collabs? Well it’s not considered “making fun of”... they were just commenting. Regarding collabs... I can’t say I’m not like other artists, just that I am the same as myself. (?) I have a good mentality I don’t really like accepting brand deals. That’s the truth. Because I don’t like shooting the ads. So I only accept the ones that I can. I don’t like to do very many per year. Another thing is- let’s say that this year I have signed with a shampoo brand. When that contract expires in a year and a different brand of shampoo comes to ask for me, I won’t accept their contract. I think this is being responsible towards my fans and towards the brand I previously worked with. I don’t accept just anything. I’m not saying this for the public to hear; this is for my fans to hear. Don’t assume that I am at such a low that I can’t get any brand deals. That’s unlikely. C: Professional. LYN: It isn’t being professional, either. I just feel like it’s not a right thing to do. There are many ways to make money, but you have to have morals. I won’t enter into a similar contract right after one has ended. Maybe I’ll wait a year in between, but not directly one after another. That’s not a good look, I feel. LYN: As an artist, when you sign a brand deal all your fans will go furiously support that brand. After they’ve bought from one brand, you want to sign with another and make them buy more products from the new brand, too? What- what are you trying to do here?? I don’t want to do that to you. I would find something different to collab with- something you can use, something practical. You all know which brands I’ve worked with. I would never sign with something you’ve never heard of.

LYN: There are some things- I just want to share. You all know I really like cars, right? There have been some car brands that have looked for me to collab with. I have not accepted. Why? Because I look down on the brands? No. I like cars too much, I can’t sign a deal with any one brand. Everyone already knows the car I like the most is Ferrari. I’ve already set that as my dream carl, so if you want me to also sign a contract with a different brand I don’t think I would be able to take it. It would make it seem like my dream car changed. No, that’s not right. C: Ning-ge, did Ferrari come find you? LYN: Of course not! Why would they? Who am I??

LYN: Anyways, I just have these strange sort of ways of thinking. I want to tell my fans- if you think that I am not signing enough brand deals- that’s not the case. If I WANTED to I could have a lot more, but I don’t want to so that’s why I have so little. Another thing is I know that I’m not popular enough. I’m not popular enough yet, but there are only so many different brands. I was thinking I would wait until I get a little more popular and THEN sign contracts with these brands- that would increase my value, wouldn’t it? Do you get that logic? If I were in a rush to make money and sign with every brand that comes now but then later get even MORE popular- no one would want to work with me, because they already have. Let’s develop some more before I start signing deals, and that way I could make a better profit. XD

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LYN: It’s been a while since I came to chat with you, and I was planning to chat and talk nonsense and mess with you a little bit. It’s very relaxing, and it’s been a while since I’ve come to chat. Even if I feel a little worse for wear today, I still wanted to come. :) C: Lao-da, what are you doing tomorrow? LYN: What’s it to you? Why do I have to tell you what I’m doing tomorrow? You’re overreaching.

C: Is recording for the album all finished? LYN: It’s finished. Rather- all the songs I have until now are finished. I’m still lacking four songs. Four songs. /sigh/ It’s maddening. I’m still looking for songs. The first half are all done and in production, but I’m still missing four. I have to see how I’ll handle that. Since I’m in a crew now I’m focusing on my acting, but I’m still looking for songs. C: Wasn’t it three? LYN: It was three, but then after some consideration I kicked Fall in Love off the album. It was supposed to be the first song on the album, but after that track it was hard to find other songs. Now it’s been so long since Fall in Love was released; it’s been two years. If I kept it in my album as was planned I don’t think it would be interesting. LYN: It’s still a very nice song, so that’s why it was released as a single. I just can’t put it in the new album because it’s been too long already. I can’t explain it away anymore.

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LYN: I’ve been working on my new drama- it seems that a lot of people, my fans especially, have lots to say about my appearance. As if you’re very disappointed in my look. I saw your comments and was really sad. Because the thing is, first of all, trying out this hairstyle is already putting a lot of pressure on me. You’ve all seen the short hair by now- there are reuters everwhere. Short hair requires high demand from your five features and face shape. Secondly, your condition when filming is very important. As an actor, there’s no way that your condition is going to be the exact same every day. Some days you might be tired and you look swollen the next day. Or if you stay up too late at night, your eye sockets look really deep. It differs, but your condition is really critical for how you look on film. If you have longer hair, you can use the bangs or ends to cover up the face a little bit, but with short hair that’s not possible. So I was already apprehensive when taking on this short-hair challenge. [t/n: nooo he’s cute. Look at this bts vid: https://weibo.com/1856222553/Ngo7kE49Z ]

LYN: After some ugly photos of the look were released online after the first day of shooting my fans were already having a breakdown. So much so that they starting cursing. Cursing out the drama crew and the production company. You’re making me look bad! I’m a very strong person, but in the face of suh a big challenge I had a lot of pressure myself. Add to that my fans, starting to cause trouble? I was thinking, “These people must be crazy.” You’re making me look bad, but I also understand- you just… don’t get it. LYN: You don’t understand the process for the drama crew. With all of my guzhuang dramas and my more modern ones- you didn’t really have awareness before, because frankly back then I was just in supporting roles. Your demands of me weren’t as high, then. You were probably thinking it was nice that I got to shoot dramas at all. You didn’t care about my hair or wardrobe- it wasn’t important as long as I was in the drama. But after I started getting lead roles, you started to get spoiled. You started making demands of my hair and wardrobe. It’s gotten to your heads. I didn’t drift, but you’ve started to!

LYN: If you think about it, when I was playing all those supporting roles I didn’t hear any of you comment on my hair or nitpick on what could be changed. You never did, before. Did you really think I looked very good in those roles? I don’t think so- there were also ugly ones. There were a bunch of times LMX was looking ugly. So… you’ve also drifted. I’m not trying to teach you a lesson or brainwash you- but I don’t have an agency. I only have my studio, and my team consists of the same small group of people. Every post you see my studio account make- is made after all of us discuss what should be posted. I am the boss. We don’t have different groups for management, finance, and promotion. It’s all the same small group doing all of this. When you’re cursing out my studio, it’s no different from cursing at me. I don’t want you to learn the bad habits from this industry, which is that fans like to yell at the studio, the hair/makeup group, the crew, the production, etc. It’s a bad practice and you shouldn’t do this. Don’t think that by yelling at these groups you’ll make it seem as if you know what you’re doingl. That’s not the case. Me, LYN Studio, and fans of LYN are all a big family. Let’s not play these underhanded tricks, okay? Let’s learn some good things. Don’t just take away the bad things.

C: They’re all getting paid but not producing good work. LYN: What if I told you that my studio doesn’t get paid, how would you reply to me then? It’s not about getting paid or not. Some things are not achieved just by simply opening or closing your mouth. I understand your passion and good intent but there is one thing that I am confident in. That is: there are experts to do expert things. Do you understand? For example, if I go to some event to sing- the venue is full of technicians. You’ll see a lot of performers on stage: [/starts describing a situation where he attends an event and the performer has high demands (down to the decibel) of the sound system]. I understand that they have high-demands and admire them for it. But I don’t understand as much as those singers, so that’s why I bring a technician with me. Why? Because they’ve been at this job for 20+ years, so they would know a lot better than me, a singer of just 4-5 years. They could be 40 years old this year, and have spent the last thirty years doing this exact thing. What have you been doing? Going on variety shows, shooting ads, etc. Do you think you’re more professional than these experts? Hire experts to do expert things. There’s no way someone outside of the industry would be more professional than they are. Do you get this logic?

LYN: This applies to the fans, as well. When you tell me my acting or singing needs work, do you think I don’t know that?? You don’t need to think about the reasoning why- all you know is that it looks bad. You don’t understand WHY it looks that way. Do you think I don’t know? You understand acting better than I do?? I mean, it’s possible that you do. But do you get what I’m trying to say? The things you see- we’ve already seen, but there’s a reason why it is the way it is. I know the fans mean well when they start being critical, but they just don’t understand the reasoning. You don’t need to worry. When you encounter this problem in the future, too. Don’t worry. I would know if it’s a problem better than you would. We just don’t fix it because the problem is 1) part of the process or 2) has a reason. LYN: When I bring a technician to an event, I’m not picky. I leave it up to them how they want to adjust the sound settings. However they feel is the most comfortable. At the most I will ask them to turn down the volume of my mic input, and set the accompaniment to something I am comfortable hearing. Everything else is up to them to decide and it’s all set. Leave it to the pros.

LYN: I started getting angrier as I talked about it. Why didn’t you care this much about my appearance when I was doing support roles?? You should have said something a long time ago! Then at least I wouldn’t have looked so ugly in my past dramas. XD /laughs at himself/ How can I blame others for that? C: Then, we should have “drifted” earlier. LYN: No, that’s not what I mean. Don’t think of things in such extremes, ok?

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C: I could already recite these videos. LYN: Then recite them for me! Why don’t I believe you? If you remember it, then prove it. C: What are you eating? LYN: A lozenge.

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LYN: I noticed something- in the recent year- there really has been a batch of new fans. I always thought- /setting up bgm/ I always thought that I hadn’t gained a new fan in a long time. I thought that was normal, because I don’t have very many new works to show you. But what I didn’t know was that there are a lot of you who came in silence to support me, and you all came in the past year or so. LYN: /burps/ Oh? Why did my throat make that sound? Sorry, sorry. /drinks some water/ /burps again/ LYN: The mood’s broken. :p

LYN: Anyway- I always thought that I didn’t gain any fans in the past year, because I really don’t have anything to show. The most recent thing was ALZ and BYOL, but before that I didn’t really have anything. But then I discovered that I actually did gain fans! I didn’t find out through my weibo statistics; I found out in a very obvious way. The new batch of fans are calling me “lao gong” (husband). I’ve already taught my old fans better. My fans aren’t allowed to call me “lao gong”- it seems too shallow. It makes our relationship shallow. First, what are you calling me husband for when you already have your own?? [t/n: since most fans are older and already married.] Secondly, you’re going to have a boyfriend at some point in your life. It’s not good to call me “husband”, then. I’m not worth it and you really don’t need to. Don’t call me that. LYN: Let’s not be like everyone else- because they like to call their idols “husband” too. Let’s not do the same. What are you thinking?? We’re just friends, okay? Recently there have been a lot of people calling me “husband” and I know immediately that they’re new fans. My old fans already know the rules and they know how to act with propriety. So friends, fam, my brothers and sisters, propriety is very important.

LYN: It’s the same old. If you’re older than me you can call me ‘Xiao Ning’ and if you’re younger you can call me ‘Ning-ge’ or ‘Liu Yuning’. It all works. Just don’t call me “lao gong”. Thanks. I just really think it’s (calling him “husband”)… in poor taste/vulgar/inelegant. Thank you. C: I’ll call you “baobao” (baby). LYN: /retches/ C: I like being vulgar. LYN: Shut up! / Guards!! Drag them away! // How dare you! C: Can we call you “Lao Liu”? LYN: Yes, you can. Call me whatever. “Lao Liu” is ok.

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C: Do you have a music variety? LYN: Nope. I can’t remember- I was on a variety show last year, right? I didn’t sign with any this year. … Was I not on any variety show last year? Was I on one…? I really can’t remember. Did I have one last year? // Oh, The Truth was last year! I thought it was the year before last. In that case, I didn’t sign with any for this year. I’ll probably pick one up, then. My plan is to have one or two varieties a year, and 3 or four dramas.

C: Can I call you “son”? LYN: I don’t know if you have any ill-intent, or if you just think you’re funny. LYN: You can. /threatening/ Come find me tomorrow and call me “son”. Say it to my face. Give it a try. You can. Come on. Come call me “son” to my face.

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C: Can you sing “Rang Jiu”? LYN: I won’t sing tonight, because my throat is uncomfortable. I got sick, so I won’t be singing. LYN: But I am always scrolling through comments and videos, and I saw something funny. Someone said, “Hey, let me tell you something interesting. I recently became a fan of LYN…” I always see these videos, and this one had that special effect where they just have the eyes and mouth. They were saying how they recently started liking LYN and started talking about their experience. At the start its like this- hold, on. Let me imitate it for you- /laughs/ I see a lot of videos like this.

--: I don’t know why but lately I found myself liking LYN. I didn’t pay him much attention before, almost to the point where I was an anti. I first heard about him because of the fact that he was singing online, and I was thinking to myself, “What’s so special about that?” Then he got so popular for no reason, and why does he have so many fans? I keep thinking that he has someone company backing him up. Anyway, I didn’t really have a good impression of him. But then later, I was watching a drama- Tomb of the Sea- and there’s a song in it I really like! It’s called “Rang Jiu.” I really like this song, but at the time I didn’t know that LYN sang it. I often listened to the song, but I didn’t know who LYN was. --: Then, suddenly, I was watching Ultimate Note and I found myself really liking the actor who played Hei Xiazi. I thought he acted really well. The attitude was on point. I didn’t know the actor before, but I found him really cute. Even though he’s not like the source material at all, I still thought he did a good job and started liking him. I didn’t know it was LYN. A long time had passed and I got the feeling I stopped hearing about him, and the only things I could find online were really trivial. I still didn’t pay him much attention. --: But I was scrolling through videos and stopped on a clip of the drama he acted in with Tao-jie. I thought, “Oh? His acting came across naturally.” So from that clip I started watching BYOL. I never watch these types of dramas, but somehow I found myself finishing it. After I finished I started to get the feeling that LYN was a pretty interesting person. When I’m scrolling through videos sometimes I find clips from his livestreams and he’s pretty funny. Once you start watching his videos, they’re all that’s recommended to you. Whenever I watch those recommendations I think they’re funny. Somehow I started to think well of him. The more I learned about him, the more I felt for him. --: He really made it this far, step by step, and it wasn’t easy. When you don’t understand someone you’re bound to have some bias and prejudice against them. Of course, you wouldn’t want to understand someone you don’t like, anyway. But I wanted to say- for LYN- as long as you start to get to know him, there’s nothing not to like. I can’t say there’s NOTHING, but at the very least you won’t hate him. I want to advise people online not to buy into the media or easily believe things heard from someone else. What we see and hear may not be the truth. You have to make an effort to understand it yourself. Sometimes how you interpret it may not be the truth, either. But anyway, this is how I started liking LYN. It’s mysterious. I started off as an anti and didn’t have a good impression of him, but lately I’m SO into him. --: He’s really cool and it wasn’t easy for him to get this far. Sometimes when I’m online I see bad posts about him- like the leaked photos or images that make him look bad. But then when he streams he chats about it so casually and in a funny way, to make us laugh about it. One day- I saw that filming started for his new drama and people were posting bad things about it- on the first day! In that moment I didn’t think it was funny anymore. You’ll start to feel sorry for him. He’s just really (mentally) strong. He’s able to compartmentalize everything. As fans, I know that we don’t need to worry for him, but in that moment you start to realize that he’s actually just as human as the rest of us. He’s probably not as strong as we all think he is. Anyway, I hope that people can stop using what they see/hear online as a means of understanding someone. Honestly, it’s probably not at all true. That’s how I started liking LYN, and that’s what I wanted to share.

LYN: Now I’m starting to suspect if that video was something I posted myself! I think I imitated it too well!! When you’re scrolling online and come across a video with special effects that explains someone’s process of liking LYN, it could be that LYN posted the video himself. /cackles/

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C: It’s almost exactly the same. // How could you remember it so well? LYN: If it’s a compliment about me, of course I would remember. If it’s about someone else, I probably wouldn’t be able to think of things to comment on. Since this is about myself, it all comes naturally when I open my mouth. C: Did you watch it many times over? LYN: You don’t need to watch these things too many times. I could remember it all with one watch through. This is what you call... talent. LYN: First of all, as an actor I think you have to have some natural talent for imitation. I can’t imitate anything else- like some classes will have you imitate animals. I can’t do that. The thing I am best at is imitating my fans. When I imitiate their gaze and their small habits, I can do it well! Exactly the same. I can even pretend to be one of LYN’s fans! C: Again! LYN: You haven’t seen enough? You even want an encore? I’m amazed.

C: Act it out for me. LYN: I won’t be. I pretty much gave you the gyst of all these videos with the one I just did. Only that the special effect was a lemon with the eyes and mouth, is all. That was pretty fun. I think everyone’s fans like to use that specific effect to talk about things. I don’t know if it’s an industry rule or something?? I’ve seen a lot of videos where someone stopped being a fan of their idol, and they use that effect to get rid of all their fandom stuff and vent. XD They also use that effect. I don’t know if it’s a potato or lemon, but they all use that effect. LYN: Is it used to stay unnamed/unknown? C: Watermelon. LYN: Yes, there’s the watermelon one, too. LYN: Is it to stay unknown? There are a lot of different effects you could use, like the one I just did. But they all seem to use that same one. I don’t know why. LYN: /puts on a different filter/ This works too, doesn’t it? Look at how big the eyes are. /playing around/ Wink! Oh, it can’t wink? C: You even know “wink”? LYN: /laughs/ What do you mean?? Is “wink” a very difficult English word to remember?

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C: Have you eaten Chongqing Xiao Mian? LYN: Everywhere I go, why does it seem like you ask me whether I’ve eaten the local specialty or not?? I just want to say- our country is very well developed. In Beijing you can eat the local specialties from all countries and regions. Do you think Beijing doesn’t have Chongqing noodles? Can you not find hotpot in Xi’an? There’s no way- it’s everywhere.

C: It’s not authentic. LYN: What do you mean “authentic”?? I always see people talking about how Chongqing hotpot is authentic, but I also see them selling the hotpot base. I went to eat hotpot the other day and there was a stall in front selling the soup base. If I bought that home, wouldn’t it be equally authentic? LYN: I get what you’re trying to say. But if Chongqing hotpot is packages and ready for purchase- why can’t I buy it and take it back to Dandong to eat? Then you tell me whether or not I’d be eating local, authentic Chongqing hotpot in Dandong or not. Isn’t it all the same?

C: The pot is different. LYN: I’ll just buy the same pot!! I’ll buy a pot home, does that work for you?

C: It’s still different. LYN: If you’re going to say that then you’re messing with their business. How can you say that? For example, if I were a Chongqing hotpot shop owner and I sold my base in my shop, would you stand in front of my shop and tell people that buying the base to eat at home makes it not taste “authentic”? You’re going to tell people that buying it home is different from eating it in store, and not to buy it?? Now, you tell me if the owner would give you a beating or not. Is that something a person would do??? C: It really is different. LYN: Then by your standards, all the hotpot bases in the country should stop being sold. You’re influencing a whole industry, I’m telling you now.

C: The atmosphere is different. LYN: If I buy a pot, Chongqing hotpot base, then make a room in my house LOOK like somewhere you would eat Chongqing hotpot, would it be okay then?? Would it still be different? I’ll remodel my house to look like a Chongqing hotpot shop. Buy one of the pots home. The electric stoves are all the same. Use their hotpot base. Tell me how it’s still different.

C: The water is different. LYN: I’ll take two pails of water home.

C: The land is different. LYN: I’ll dig 2kg of Chongqing dirt to bring home and spread it across my floor.

C: The air is different. LYN: /laughs/ What the heck are you saying. The air is different…

C: No waiters. LYN: Is the point of eating Chongqing hotpot to be waited on? The critical part of having Chongqing hotpot is the waiters, is that what you’re telling me? No way. But it doesn’t matter, because /I/ was a waiter. I just told you, too. Whether actor, singer, or artist, we’re all in the business of customer service.

LYN: In any case, we’re getting into semantics, but it wouldn’t really make much of a difference. It’s different from before. Now our transportation and shipping speeds is very developed. It’s not as difficult to get something you want to eat, from somewhere specific, as it was before. Delivery services are so much more convenient- what can’t you get nowadays? Don’t get too caught up in the details. C: It really is different though… LYN: Ok, fine then. If you say it is, then it is.

C: No Chongqing dialect. LYN: I’ll speak it myself! // I’ll play a song in the Chongqing dialect! -- 朝天门 by GAI LYN: I’ll listen to this song while eating hotpot, is that okay with you?? I’ll eat some then say [t/n: something in the Chongqing dialect, which I can’t understand. Maybe “So spicy!”?]. I’ll pretend I’m in Chongqing. Is that not authentic enough? // Fine, I won’t fight on this with you anymore. X’D

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C: Ning-ge, have you been to Hongya Cave? LYN: Is that the popular destination? Is it called Honga Cave? I’ve forgotten. It’s said that if you go there at night- the lights turn on at 8p and it looks nice. It looks like a scene from [//]. LYN: I went out to eat one night and crossed by a bridge. There were a lot of stalls on it, so I thought it would be nice if I could shop around. I saw there were stalls, but also there were people just standing on the bridge. What were they looking at? The bridge was really high up. Chongqing is a mysterious place. The bridge - the walkways are all high up. Almost as high as a building. I was wondering what they were all looking at, just standing onthe bridge?? But then my makeup artist told me that they were waiting for Hongya Cave to turn on the lights. That when the lights are on it’s really pretty and looks like something from a fairytale. So I looked it up on the internet and saw some pictures- it was very pretty, yes. In any case, I saved myself time waiting in line (to see it in person). XD I didn’t want to get up on that crowded bridge, so I just looked it up and saw it online.

LYN: It was pretty. I think Chongqing is a beautiful place, and I really like it here. The food’s good- very spicy. The shop owners always try to advise you, “You won’t be able to eat this. Don’t take it lightly. Don’t order this dish. You won’t be able to take it.” It’s all very spicy. But if I eat it every day, I think it would be too much. Because their specialty is heavy on oil and heavy on spice; but after you eat it you’ll feel so good. Still, I don’t think I could eat it every day. C: Can you eat spicy? LYN: I do ok. Even though I’m from Northeast China, I can still eat spicy foods. My tolerance is good. I dont have any big issue with it. There’s no problem.

C: Suzhou food is really good. LYN: I don’t know, but if I get the chance I want to try. I’ll get there eventually. I was in Xi’an for a while, and there I ate- was it Xi’an? My brain’s not working… Did I go to Xi’an? What did I do there? … Oh, Chunzhen! I was saying, I think I went but I couldn’t remember what for! I didn’t go there to film any drama… Oh, it was Chunzhen. I remember now. LYN: I went to Xi’an and ate, and I thought it was really good. The great thing was that I went to a few restaurants, and maybe the places I went to had less people around, but the aunties in the restaurants were really welcoming. Not “welcoming” in a “customer service” kind of way but sincerely welcoming. They would tell me that one dish is really delicious, or not to order too much because I won’t finish it all. You can feel that they’re very sincere. They’re very down to earth people, and the portion sizes are big! I thought the people there are really great. Real, sincere, and kind. It wasn’t only the one restaurant, either. It was every one I went to. It was nice. // I had fun.

C: Chongqing is really nice too. LYN: I didn’t really get out much in Chongqing. The most I’ve interacted with in Chongqing was my fans from here. /stares into the camera for a second/ Fans from Chongqing. I saw them every day. C: The personality is different in each region. LYN: I don’t know about that, but I had fun nonetheless. I ate a lot of delicious foods. Everywhere I go I’ll eat something delicious.

C: When are you coming to Guangxi? LYN: Guangxi… when I have the chance. LYN: In the early days when I was working, there was a senior who was from Guangxi. Sometimes when he spoke none of us understood him. He was a really funny guy, though. So I’m.. full of curiosity for Guangxi.

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LYN: It’s about time. It’s 10:54p. When I stop streaming I have to grab something to eat; I haven’t eaten yet. I’ll just stream until 11p. I just came here to chat, anyway. Let’s see how long I’ve been streaming for; I don’t think it’s been very long. 2 hours. It’s a decent time, not too short. So, friends- there are many of you who still have not subscribed to my weibo. If you haven’t, please do so. Thank you. Thanks for keeping me company tonight. After I return to Hengdian my schedule would be considerably more stable, but I will have a lot more scenes to do there. But since I consider it my home now, I’ll feel a lot more at ease and that way I can stream more often if I have the time. My equipment will be better there, too.

LYN: I hope I get better soon, but I think I still have a few more days of recovery to go. It’s not a big problem, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m already this old, and I am strong and healthy! It’s no big problem. I’ll be better in a few more days. 

C: /asks him about something specific/ LYN: I didn’t come here to get into any particular topics. I just came to chat. I have to watch what I say, because I don’t want to let anyone get something over me. I went to the Eastern Billboard and said I wanted to release my album before holding my concert, and somehow someone took that to mean that I was trying to subtly bring someone else down. It’s strange. Apparently everything I say is a subtle diss on someone else. As if I have the time to care about what other people are doing?? So in that case, I’ll just try to say less. LYN: I don’t have the time nor mental capacity to care about other people. I have my own work to take care of, and strings of beads to play with. I don’t have time to pay attention to other people’s problems or understand how they live their life. 

LYN: I hope you had a relaxing, happy and wonderful night. It was great to have you and I hope you had fun. Let’s meet again in the next stream. Goodnight everybody. -/starts imitating that fan video again/

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Beautiful Delusions - Chapter Two

Yandere!President!Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Avenger!Reader x Yandere!Stucky

warning(s): yandere themes (but you already knew that :3), delusional behavior, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, mentions of kidnapping, manipulative behavior, possible spoilers for the MCU!, the Avengers movie didn’t happen-, google translated Russian (apologies if it’s incorrect), reader is 21+, possible mentions of murder

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(Y/n) enjoyed her usual routine with the Avengers, watching as they all woke up and began getting ready for the day, and she had made sure to do the same. She freshened herself up before throwing on some clothes she could wear under her work uniform. She made her way to the dining room, smiling when she noticed that Peter had woken up earlier that morning. She walked over and ruffled his hair, wishing him a good morning as she spotted her two favorite super soldiers begin to make their way over to her.

“Morning, (Y/n). How’d you sleep?” Steve asked, wanting to make sure she had gotten plenty of sleep as she returned his smile.

“I slept great, how about you guys?” (Y/n) asked, knowing that sometimes Bucky struggled falling asleep due to his nightmares, and she had always been there to comfort him when they got really bad.

“I slept great, nightmares have been getting better.” Bucky stated, a smile gracing his features as (Y/n) smiled as well, feeling his heart skip a few beats. He wondered how much longer both of the super soldiers would have to hide their feelings from her, wanting nothing more than to shower her in his affection.

“That’s good to hear, let me know if you have any more nightmares. Ah, I’ve got to go, bye guys!” (Y/n) stated, waving goodbye to her fellow Avengers as she made her way to the bakery, an excited smile on her face. Though, as she left, the two super soldiers hid small frowns, watching as their beloved came and went, wishing to have more time with her.

(Y/n) made it to the bakery, making sure she had her apron on before she began to greet the customers. She recognized a few regulars, a genuine smile on her face when an old woman had complimented her on her hard work.

“That’s very sweet of you, Mrs. Daniels. Is there anything else I can do for you today?” (Y/n) asked, receiving a gentle ‘no’ from the woman. She began working on the order, taking extra care in making sure that the food and drinks were perfect for one of her favorite customers. Once she finally finished the order, she made sure to hand the woman her receipt before wishing her a good day, making sure the woman didn’t want help with carrying the food as she watched her leave.

(Y/n) made sure to remind herself of Mrs. Daniels as she worked with more rude customers, sighing as it seemed every asshole in New York decided to swing by that day. She wondered what the deal was, especially since it was a bakery of all places. She decided not to let it bother her too much, instead focusing on being able to take her break soon, knowing that one of her co-workers would cover for her.

A new customer had walked in, and (Y/n) silently hoped that he would have better manners than the customers that were currently berating her for getting their order wrong for the third time, but she knew for a fact that they kept changing the order everytime she would finish. She started to feel her patience run thin, clenching her fists tightly as she took a deep breath.

“Excuse me sir, but if you’re done wasting this lady’s time, I’d like to place my order.” The new customer had said, making (Y/n) look over at the man, noticing that he was sending slight glares at the customer, but somehow remained polite while insulting the rude customer.

It seemed that the customer was as shocked as she was, as they seemed to stare at the tall stranger with a look of confusion before glaring at him, muttering curses as they left. The man seemed to turn his attention back to (Y/n), making her clear her throat before offering him a smile.

“I’m so sorry about that sir, it seems like today is just one of those days.” (Y/n) stated, trying to make light of the situation as she asked for the man’s order.

“I’ll have earl grey tea with some milk and sugar, that’ll be all for me.” The man stated, a polite smile on his face as she wrote down the order.

“And what’s the name on the order?” (Y/n) asked, doubting she would forget him, but knew she had to follow protocol.

“Loki, Loki Laufeyson.”

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(Y/n) returned to the Avengers Tower from work, smiling as she let herself relax, especially after having such a busy day. She was thinking about taking a hot shower to help her destress when the elevator opened, her two favorite super soldiers about to walk in when they noticed her.

“(Y/n), you’re back from work.” Steve greeted, a smile on his face as she returned the smile.

“Yep, and I’m about ready to collapse onto my bed.” (Y/n) stated, making Bucky glance over to her, knowing she must’ve had a difficult day.

“Is everything okay? Did someone give you a hard time?” Bucky asked, making (Y/n) chuckle slightly, knowing that was an understatement.

“Seemed like every asshat in New York decided to give me a hard time today. But hey, I knew what I was getting myself into when I moved here. I’ll be okay, I just need to get some rest.” (Y/n) reassured them both as they gently nodded, Steve giving her a gentle pat on the back as he offered to make her one of her favorites, smiling as that seemed to cheer her up. Bucky sighed, reminding himself that she could handle herself before he followed after them, smiling as he said he’ll get her something to drink.

As the trio made their way to the kitchen, the rest of the Avengers that were there greeted (Y/n) as usual, making her smile as she asked everyone how their day had been, letting herself catch up with them as the two men fixed her something. Thor had been telling her about how he had visited his brother to see how the election was going, when (Y/n) paused, looking up at Thor.

“Hey Thor, what was your brother’s name again?” (Y/n) asked, feeling it on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t quite remember it.

“His name’s Loki, that mischievous scoundrel. Once, when we were eight, he had disguised himself as a snake because I love snakes, but once I picked him up he shifted back to himself and stabbed me. Gods, those were the days.” Thor stated, reminiscing his childhood memories with his brother when (Y/n)’s mouth dropped slightly, letting out a laugh as those that were in the room turned to her, wondering what was so funny.

“Well, if his full name is Loki Laufeyson, I think I met your brother today.” (Y/n) stated, chuckling lightly as Thor looked flabbergasted, asking her what he had been doing at a bakery while Steve and Bucky shared a look, not liking that the two had interacted without them knowing. They wondered how they would handle the situation, but did their best to remind themselves that they had just met, he wasn’t a threat to their relationship with (Y/n). And they wouldn’t let him become one, they wouldn’t let their darling be swept away by a snake.

~fin~

author’s note: hello my lovely readers! i know i’ve been away for a hot minute, but it was because i wanted to finish writing this chapter! i just couldn’t leave you all hanging, so here’s chapter two! now that this chapter has been posted, i should start posting more regularly, until i work on chapter three! hope you all enjoyed this chapter <3

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Killer x fem Lunarian reader! Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Moving to Spinx island wasn’t difficult and Marco helped the transition be a little easier for Y/N since her life would be shifting here before and after she gives birth to her and Killer’s child.

Killer was involved in setting up the nursery down to the the last detail as it was his special project when he was able to come on the island. He wanted it to be perfect for the baby and not anything to stress Y/N about.

Y/N was in the nursery as she folded some of the baby’s clothes and gently put them away in the cupboard, “…I didn’t know you were so good at art”, she said as she watched her beloved put the finishing touches on the wall.

“I like it as a child…and when I have some time I do paint…I even have sketches of you in my quarters on the ship”, he said with a little smile.

“…of me? Why haven’t you ever shown me?”, she asked with a little pout.

“I’d imagine you’d not like them so I kept them to myself”, he said gently.

She walked up to him and nuzzled his neck from behind, “…I think I would love it”.

He turned and gently put his paint as well as his tools down, before rubbing her belly slowly, “…then I will bring it to you when the time comes…but for now, I will sketch you pregnant”.

“With this belly? I can barely stand up without you helping me”, she said as she leaned down to nuzzle his head affectionately as he caressed her belly.

“…you look even more beautiful to me now than you ever did…I wish to capture that too”, he said gently.

She pouted in response, “…fine, but I’m going to do this…I’m going to be naked and then you can do your thing”, she said playfully.

“That’s perfect, I love admiring you even more when you’re naked…let me get my sketching pad”, he said before heading off.

“…wait, Kil! I was joking!”, she said with a huff.

He would sketch her while she was nude and made her laugh the entire time to get her mind off what she was actually doing. He didn’t want her to stay in the same position for too long and would let her rest from time to time.

“…okay, I’m done…want to see it?”, he asked gently as she was busy dressing.

“Of course I do…”, she said before walking over and looked over his shoulder, “…I like it…a lot”. She give him some kisses of appreciation, even though it was all a little embarrassing, it was totally worth it.

He beamed at this, “….I’ll make sure to keep this one private so the crew doesn’t see it”, he said gently.

“Nope, that’s not leaving the house…”, she said with a pout, “…it stays in our bedroom forever”.

He huffed a little as it was one of his favorites of her but she was the boss, “…fine, whatever you say”.

“Good, let’s go have some dinner…I’m hungry”, she said pulling him along with her to the kitchen.

Killer would happily follow his wife into the kitchen.

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Killer had essentially been on paternity leave from the Kidd pirates when Y/N was approaching her due date, he definitely didn’t want to miss the birth of his child.

Marco had been closely monitoring her when she was having a few labor pains during the night, “…looks like we need to induce you today…for your safety and the baby’s”, he said gently.

Y/N looked nervous but it was time to meet their child so nothing could top that. She squeezed her husband’s hand as he kissed her forehead, “…I’m here wit you, pretty lady…you got this”, he whispered.

The nurses helped prep her and Killer stayed close so that he could do whatever he needed to help soothe her.

The birth wasn’t the easiest but it went well and soon the wails of their baby filled the surgery.

Marco wrapped the baby in a blanket and showed the couple, “…congratulations, she’s a girl”, he cooed before handing the baby to Killer.

Tears streamed down his face as he held their daughter close to his chest. He brought her close to Y/N, “…she’s so beautiful just like her mother”, he said gently as he gave the baby some kisses.

Y/N smiled tiredly and stroked the baby’s cheek, “…oh she has your hair..and your eyes…”, she said looking completely in love with their baby.

“You got what you wished for…”, he said with a little chuckle as he placed the baby gently in her arms and quickly the baby began to feed from her, “…we have to think of a name for her”.

Y/N smiled, “…yeah…we can come up with something together later…now I just want to nap”.

He kissed her forehead and gently took the baby, “…go ahead, love…I’ll be right here”. She nodded and slowly drifted off.

Y/N was checked by Marco and the nurses every couple of hours before letting them rest and spend time with the baby.

While Y/N was resting, Killer would video call Kidd to let him know about the baby, “…hold on…step back a little, we can’t see you”, Kidd said as he and the crew eagerly waited to see the baby.

Killer adjusted himself and then held the baby in his arms, “…can you see her now?”, he asked curiously.

Kidd couldn’t help but smile, “…yeah, we can see you both perfectly…let’s be glad she looks like her mom”, he said teasingly, “…Congrats, Kil…you’re officially a dad”.

The crew cheered for him in the background as Killer blushed under his mask and held his daughter close, playing with her fingers, “…thanks, Kidd…Y/N is resting right now so I’m taking care of her “.

“That’s good…you thought of a name for her yet?”, he asked curiously.

“No, we didn’t actually pick any names…we just thought that when we see her we’d be able to think of a name”, Killer said gently.

“…what about the name Maisie?”, he said gently, “It means pearl…one of the most precious things in the ocean”.

Killer gasped at this, “…I like it a lot…I think Y/N would like it too…what do you think, little one? Shall your name be Maisie?”, he asked as he stroked her rosy cheeks, earning a little smile from the baby.

“I think that’s a yes…and don’t forget, uncle Kidd named you!”, Kidd said with a grin.

Killer smiled a little, “…yeah yeah, you can go brag about that now…we’re gonna take a nap, I’ll call you in a few days”.

“…send our congratulations to Y/N…and spend all your time with them”, he said gently before cutting the call.

Killer would take the baby back to Y/N and would place her in cot before cuddling up to his wife and took a nap. It had been an exhausting couple of hours and he needed to rest just a little.

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The next couple of days were rough on the pair as raising a new born wasn’t easy, Killer was doing his best to be there for Y/N while she healed and got a routine going for her and the baby.

Maisie would of course be growing more and more each day.

Killer was playing with his daughter and her toys, “…she doesn’t have wings like yours…does that upset you?”, he asked Y/N out of curiosity.

“…we aren’t always born with wings…sometimes it just grows out later on”, she said gently, “…or so I’ve been told…but even if she doesn’t get wings, it doesn’t matter to me…she’s perfect the way she is”, Y/N said gently as she smiled and sipped her cup of tea as she watched her husband and child play.

Killer secretly wanted his daughter to have wings like his wife! He thought they were so cute and imagined their kid having them too! Maybe they will grow…he hoped!

“…Y/N…now that the baby is born…you are both healthy…do you want to leave this island?”, he asked gently.

Y/N frowned a little, “…I like it here, I like not being at sea too…I’m enjoying being a mother so much that I’ve thought about leaving being a pirate completely…”, she said thoughtfully, “…I feel like there is so much more meaning to life since I fell pregnant…since I’ve met you even”.

He had to admit, he felt the same. Life has changed dramatically for them both since they met and their relationship developed. He couldn’t even remember what it was life before she came into his life.

But leaving being a pirate? Could he truly be satisfied with a life like that?

He knew that it was only a matter of time when being a pirate where your days are numbered…you’re either targeted by other pirates or the marines are after you. Living a long and healthy life and being a pirate is never possible in his eyes.

Now he was a husband and a father…his childish priorities have all changed and he was approaching his 30s. He needed to properly think about this when he goes back to the crew.

Y/N noticed her beloved was deep in thought, “…I don’t expect you to stop being a pirate just because I’ve made that decision for myself…I would still wait for you while you’re at sea and take care of our child regardless”.

He smiled weakly before going to her side and kissed her temple, “…I know you are more than capable of doing that…but you didn’t make Maisie on your own..:I helped there so I am responsible for her and you too…I will never neglect my duties as a husband and a father…”.

Y/N smiled and pressed her forehead against his, “…you’re the best, you know that…”.

“…only since I’ve met you”, he whispered before giving her a little kiss.

((My niece made a drawing for Maisie and Killer…we had a conversation about this fanfic and she was like…what if the baby likes chicken nuggets and they were out… baby Maisie would be crying her eyes out and Killer would be panicking before running to the store to get chicken nuggies for his baby girl🤣))

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

A perfect succinct summation of current university expectations of minorities in America:

The soft bigotry of low expectations.

And the hard fragility of high entitlement.

The way this plays out often goes via proxy, however. Many students become represented against their will by activists with a particular ideological mindset. And often, they're "allies" demonstrating their virtuous bona fides, not members of those groups.

Note that the request that set off this shit-show was from "a non-black" student.

This (white) commentator rattles off some bogus pseudoscience to insist he "should have" complied; the same author has also decided that "divorce isn't fair" because her ex-husband isn't poor, so that tells you the mentality.

"I really wish his parents would give me that money"

As a timely reminder, Mike Nayna is releasing his Grievance Studies Affair documentary, "The Reformers," on his Substack over the next couple of weeks. Part 1 (free) and Part 2 (subscribers only) are already up, and Part 3 is coming next week.

Just today he's also released an accompaniment called, oddly enough, "The Reformers: An Accompaniment." This is essentially a re-cut of his previous three-part Evergreen State College documentary into a single film. I believe it's free to view.

Part of the way through the film, a former president of the college - who is black, by the way - is receiving an award and a building being named after him. During his speech, some entitled student barges up, takes the microphone and starts ranting like a nutcase.

Nobody does anything. Nobody cuts the mic. Nobody tells her to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up because everything is not about her and her tantrums all the time. When she's done, the former president tries to address some of the points, and she and her pals start talking and chanting over the top, rambling about their "oppression."

Keep in mind, this is a liberal arts college in one of the most blue states in the entire US. These are extremely privileged people acting out a perverted, ideological Live Action Roleplay. They have few, if any, real issues; they're out there fighting postmodern dragons. At the time, this was shocking, and the language and mental processes were bizarre and alien. But nowadays, that language and mindset are everywhere.

The film proceeds along to the notorious takeover and hostage situation where students invade and lockdown the admin building, and the then-president tells everyone to go along with it. The students even yell at him over the placement of his hands, and laugh at him about bathroom breaks for the hostages. Nobody pushes back on this. The president even tells security to stand down.

To this day, nobody can tell you coherently what any of this complete meltdown was actually all about, and to my knowledge, little if any disciplinary action was taken against the perpetrators. If there's one person you'll see time and again through the footage, it's a guy called Jamil Bee. He was essentially the ringleader of the whole thing, but he was never expelled, he was never disciplined, and he was held up as a hero and invited to talks and lectures, Kendi-style.

So what he and his activist friends learned is that they could do whatever they wanted. He's even quoted as saying:

"Nothing is the limit to reparations." "There is no limit that can be set over us in being able to squash oppressive behavior."

The definitions of which he and similar activist types get to decide themselves: "you don't get to decide what's racism - only we do." This type of narcissistic authoritarianism has been celebrated and rewarded, rather than ridiculed and mocked as it should be, or held to the fires of the institutions policies and rules on appropriate conduct. They just let him slide.

And part of that was, as you mentioned, bigotry of low expectations. Nobody will tell these students "no." But also the fear of being called a mean name by intellectual infants: "racist," "white supremacist," "transphobic" or something similar. These words are only useful because they're not a pervasive problem any more; they're aberrational. Calling someone "racist" during Jim Crow wouldn't solicit any meaningful moral panic or defensiveness. But now the accused let them get away with this because it's easier than having to defend themselves from some baseless pro forma accusation of bigotry.

And that screws everything up for the majority of students who aren't mentally ill sociopaths.

This is something that plays out again and again and again. Colleges submit to the emotional outbursts and tantrums of students instead of doing the right thing and putting them in a time-out until they can come back and apologize - Yale and Stanford have had this sort of thing play out again and again.

What's not spoken about is that behind the scenes, it's often college administrators themselves - and particularly the apparatchiks in the DIE bureaucracies - facilitating this, teaching students this "harm" and "unsafe" and "danger" and "words are violence" mentality in the first place.