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f1rodrigo · 5 months

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sweet relief | l. norris | part four

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ it's so reckless of me...

summary: in which you fall for your best friend’s teammate and keeping it a secret proves to be harder than you intended. or when all you need is sweet relief the rest of the world fades away. pairing: social media au || lando norris x piastri bsf!reader fc: olivia rodrigo <3 warnings: language

inspired by the song ‘sweet relief’ by madison beer

ALL PARTS HERE

a/n: hi i'm veryyyyy sorry for how long it took me to get this one up but it has a bit more than the other parts did & its currently finals week so the end of the semester is always very busy so i didn't have much time to work on this. hope you enjoy xx

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📍 Tokyo, Japan

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yourusername i don't dream of anyone else...

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user1 SHES IN JAPAN EVERYONE UP

user2 miss girl...this caption...the rumors...is it lyrics...what does it all mean%^&(@&@(!

user3 this caption after all the rumors ohhh my girl dont give a fuckkkk

user4 can't tell if this is her confirming or denying

⤷ user5 ...or living her life and not paying it any mind

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user11 max fewtrell in the likes oh i am Thinking

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landonorris DOUBLE PODIUM!!!!!!!!!! Congrats mate! Thanks @/mclaren 🧡

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mclaren Very good, very nice. 🏆🏆👏

oscarpiastri Well done mate 👊

riabish 🙌

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oscarpiastri One for the mantelpiece 🏆 and driver of the day too!! you guys 🧡

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user18 SOBBING MY EYES OUT

landonorris Congrats mate!!

⤷ oscarpiastri You too mate! (and i'm not talking about the podium 😉) ⤷ landonorris ...I take it back ⤷ user19 oscar piastri what the FUCK is that supposed to mean

yourusername I AM CRYING LIKE A PARENT DROPPING THEIR CHILD OFF FOR THEIR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

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yourusername my new single, 'sweet relief' will be all yours in one week. presave at the link in my bio<3

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mediocrevideopodcast · 3 years

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Normalcy

Request: aaaa can I ask for 36 with Donnie for the kissing thing? thank you, your writing makes me very happy ❤️

Prompt 36: Kissing away tears

Pairing: Donatello/Reader

Content Warnings: The first angst fic... Light angst with a happy ending!

Word Count: 1095

Donatello stretches in his bed, pulling his electric blanket closer to him. The heated fabric glides effortlessly over his shell, free of the hard metal and plastic of his battleshell and instead covered with a soft, purple hoodie. It’s a rare sight, to be sure. The neon purple lights of his room cast a cooling glow on his painted pixels, painting a scene that would put even the most devout purple-enthusiasts to shame. Any other time, he’d be sending you photos to capture the moment. Perhaps he’d attach some snarky, witty caption about how “God put him on the earth to serve looks.”

Although, today isn’t a normal day. He runs a lone finger over his phone’s screen, scrolling through long-lost social media. Yours, to be exact. Your profile is decorated with countless photos from different points in your life: friends, family, food, art… Although, most of the photos are old. Likely an abandoned account, or one that you use to keep in touch with family.

It’s hard to imagine being in a relationship when you’re so secluded from the world, Sure, he’s had thoughts: grand and fantastical thoughts of romance that sweep him away, even if they’re never voiced out loud. Oh, how his brothers would tease him if they had heard his lovesick thoughts in his youth. He’d tease himself about it too, honestly. But now, he’s here. He’s given his heart and soul and has been given anothers’ in return. Despite his confident demeanor, he never thought he’d be in an actual relationship, much less with a human, but… he’s here. He made it. And he couldn’t be happier about it! But his mind wanders back to all those nights spent alone in his thoughts, and he realizes something: he’ll never have those small, domestic displays of affection with you. No photos together on social media, no double dates on the surface, no shopping at malls for overpriced t-shirts, no...normalcy. He’s never wanted normalcy, but god, wouldn’t it be nice to spend time with you like that? Or hell, to even hold your hand like a normal person?

Oh, what he wouldn’t give to proclaim loud and proud that he’s your partner and vice versa. To put a face to the name, and for people to know that you’re as much his as he is yours. But... he can’t. And he knows that. But knowing doesn’t make it hurt any less.

You’re so perfect. And he’s so...different.

The tears are falling before he can stop them, and he rubs at the tracks roughly. “Fucking, shit,” he hisses, shooting up from under the covers. He doesn’t know why he’s fighting the tears, but fuck, they won’t stop coming and his heart hurts and he feels pathetic and why do you even stay and-

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Your hand stills above the numpad, hesitating to punch in the last number. Something about the lair feels off. Not a sense of danger per say, but… something doesn’t feel right. Your fingers graze the final number, and the door slides open with a deafening hiss. And fuck, you swear that you can feel your heart shattering at the sight before you. You walk forward quietly, taking as big of strides as you can, and sit down by his side. He jumps when you graze your hand across his shell, as though he hadn’t realized you’d come in at all. His breath stills when your eyes meet, and the look on his face can only be described as pure fear and… vulnerability. He doesn’t breathe but his tears continue to fall, leaving trails of hurt as they run from his eyes, down to his jaw, and onto the plush covers. His eyes dart around your face for a moment before landing on your fallen hand. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t breathe. Your heart aches.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper.

He doesn’t respond, eyes still glued to your hand. The silence is deafening, and it only serves to fuel your worry. His fingers twitch before curling back into themselves: just as you’re about to press again, he speaks. It’s so quiet that you hardly catch it, but you catch it nonetheless. “It’s nothing,” comes his reply.

“Donnie, please,” you plead, “I want to help. I get it if you don’t want to talk about it, but please, let me help.”

“I just,” he sighs, “I don’t… Why? Why do you stay?”

“Why do I stay?” You ask, “What do you mean?”

“Why do you stay with me? I don’t- I don’t get it! You could be living some great, normal life with a human, and yet you choose me, and I don’t understand why. Like, I, I just…” He fumbles for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I… you’ll never have a normal life with me. And I want to give that to you so bad, but I’m not… I’m not human. I don’t know why you would want to stay with me.” He all but collapses into his hands as the last syllable leaves his lips, only to scratch at the new wave of tears running down his face.

“D, look at me.”

He does so, slowly, but does so nonetheless. You cup his face gently, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. “Donatello, I stay with you because I love you.” You kiss his cheek. “I don’t want a normal life, and I never have.”

Kiss.

“You’re smart.”

Kiss.

“Funny.”

Kiss.

“Brave as all hell.”

Kiss.

“When I see other couples in the street, I smile. Not because I want what they have, but it makes me excited to come back home to you! To listen to you talk about your newest discovery, or your newest invention. To dance among the stars with you, or to walk between worlds with you! I love the way my hand feels in yours, and I love curling up to you in the dead of winter. I love how fucking nerdy you sound when you talk about WoW, how your eyes light up when you get passionate, and the way you talk with your hands. I love your laugh, and the way you smirk when you’re trying really hard not to smile. I love you because you’re you, Donnie. I don’t want normalcy: I want you. ”

And this time, he kisses you. His hands move like lightning to cup your face, and he kisses you like a man possessed. And in between breaths, whispers of “I love you” float out to encircle you both, like down feathers in the wind. [I hope this was okay!! I had a lot of fun writing this <3 Thank you for the kind words!]

#donatello x reader #tmnt imagine #TMNT x reader #rottmnt Donatello x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #donatello hamato x reader #angst #fluff

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corvus--rex · 3 years

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One from way back when i first thought of doing a model Au, and way, way before I did Dripping in Gold for Julance - which I think I actually like better anyway. So that means that this one is pretty well abandoned. Not much to say about this one except that Allura is evil and enjoys watching her friends suffer >;)

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“Allura, why?” Keith asked flatly with just a tinge of incredulousness.

“Because, that’s why,” she answered, getting up and following her stylist. She perched in the chair and took a selfie, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she added a caption before posting it to Instagram.

Keith got the notification, checking it before going back to the private message she’d sent him. The new post was another perfect selfie, her aqua eyes sparkling and dark skin glowing. “Getting my hair straightened!!! Sooo excited!!!” read the caption. Allura had been teasing a new hairstyle, temporary, of course, for an upcoming shoot all week. Only Keith and their friend Shiro knew what she was planning. And since Shiro was busy on a shoot himself, Keith had been dragged along to Allura’s styling appointment.

He slid lower in the leather sofa, returning to the private message. All she had sent was the name of another Instagram user and fellow model. He had nothing better to do, and so decided that he would at least check out what LB_Lance was like.

Allura wasn’t entirely wrong. Keith hadn’t dated in months. Ok, closer to a year. But he was busy! His modeling career and college took precedence over all else. His double major in fashion design and business took up a lot of his time, modeling taking up the rest. His dream end goal of establishing his own fashion house wasn’t going to fund itself. Maybe he had been neglecting his social life. But only a little.

Either way, she had decided that she'd had enough of Keith’s asocial antics. Unless he was working or in class, he was locked in his apartment, studying or working on projects for his double major. Allura used her contacts at Castle Modeling Agency, getting the name of Lance McClain's Instagram. She had seen him there before, run across him at agency parties, and knew he and Keith would hit it off if they were ever in the same room.

Soft aqua body glitter and naturally golden skin were the first things he saw when he went to LB_Lance’s most recent post. The glitter dusted his cheekbones, shoulders, and collarbone. It was artistic and intentional, highlighting his natural beauty rather than covering it. The tightlined, hair’s breadth gold eyeliner made his vibrant blue eyes inhumanly intense. One corner of his perfect lips was curled upwards ever so slightly. His dark hair was slightly damp, giving it a natural wave. He was dressed only in turquoise and gold board shorts, elbows leaning on a weather-worn, thick wooden rail.

Keith gasped softly. Holy fuck he was beautiful. He didn’t even have a chance to scroll any farther before getting a notification of another private message.

LB_Lance: Hey, StarPrincess said I should check you out. So I did. Damn, you’re hot. I think I’d like to see for myself. You free Sunday?

Keith looked up, glaring in Allura’s direction. “Allura, I hate you.”

“Why? What did I do?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“You know what you did,” he shot back, “And he’s pm’ed me.”

She giggled. “Did you look yet?”

“Yes. I did. I hate you.” He knew she was referring to Lance’s page, not the message, and what she meant by looking.

“Pretty, isn’t he?”

“Still hate you.”

Allura snorted, going back to her phone, while her stylist Angel continued with her hair, and Keith went back to his.

Kei_Ko: I have a sunset shoot Sunday, but I have all morning off. What’d you have in mind?

Kei_Ko: And even if my being hot were true, you’re a fucking god

LB_Lance: . . . I . . . um . . . ok. I, um, I was thinking of – hey, you know Jack’s?

Kei_Ko: The diner?

LB_Lance: Yeah! Meet up for a late breakfast? Like 10?

Kei_Ko: Sure.

LB_Lance: I’ll see you then. Later, sexy. ;)

“OhmygodIfuckinghateyouAllura,” Keith hissed all at once as he threw his phone to the other end of the sofa.

She cackled at the rushed sentiment. “Oh. My god. What happened?”

“I have a fucking date Sunday morning thanks to you.” He folded his arms, glaring at her.

“Huh. That’s usually when your dates end. This is a step up for you,” Allura said, taking a not-so-subtle dig at Keith’s tendency for short-lived relationships.

“Wow. Really? You’re going there? I may just have to make you walk to the shoot in this heat,” he retorted, watching her face contort.

“You wouldn’t. Keith, please. Tell me you’re joking.”

Keith tried. He really did. But he couldn’t keep a straight face and collapsed to the sofa in a fit of giggles. Allura realized he wasn’t serious and felt her own giggles bubbling up her throat. It took them both a few minutes before they’d calmed down enough to speak.

“You’re horrible,” Allura finally managed, “Remind me why I’m still friends with you?”

“Because you love me,” Keith replied from his sprawled position on the sofa.

“Debatable.”

Keith rolled over to retrieve his phone from where he’d thrown it, flipping Allura off in the process. She snorted and went back to her phone while Angel worked. Keith also returned to his phone and LB_Lance’s Instagram.

“So, what’s this guy’s real name, anyway?” he asked.

“Lance,” Allura answered without looking up, “Lance McClain. I have told him yours as well.”

“So, what’s the ‘LB’ for?”

“Dunno. Never asked. But then, I'm not the one who has a date with him, maybe you should be the one to ask that,” she teased.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Allura.” Keith rolled his eyes at her and went back to scrolling through Lance’s Instagram.

<~>~<~>

Pidge launched herself onto Lance’s sprawled form. She felt it was only fair since he was taking up the entire sofa. He’d been on his phone all morning and completely ignoring her, and she finally got tired of it. Lance’s reflexes were good, and he grabbed Pidge by the waist and tossed her off of him and onto the floor, but not before she grabbed his phone. She landed on the floor with a grunt and a thud, but ignored it in favor of what had held Lance’s attention for so long.

“Damn, Lance, he’s hot,” she said, scrolling back up through the Instagram account of Kei_Ko, “You gonna be stalking him now?”

“Fuck off, Pidge,” Lance retorted, snatching his phone back, “And no, I'm not stalking him. I got a message that I should check him out from someone at Castle. Well, not just anyone. It was Allura. And for your information, I already pm’ed him. We’re meeting up for breakfast on Sunday.”

Pidge rolled to a sitting position and turned around. “You ass. Tell me everything.”

He sighed, rolling onto his side to face her. “I ran into Allura at Castle a couple days ago, and she suggested that I might want to look up one of her friends – who also happens to be a model – and that she’d message me on Insta. So, I did, and he’s beautiful, and I asked him out. There. That’s everything, you gremlin."

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Links to the rest of the series:

1 | 2 | 3* | 4 | 5* | 6* | 7 | 8 | 9* | 10 | 11 | 12* | 13 | 14 | 15* | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19*

#my writing #abandoned wips #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance #keith x lance #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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thehandymen · 3 years

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ushijima and hinata friendship because it’s what they deserve

*MANGA SPOILERS*

after the match in sendai, hinata convinces a bunch of his msby teammates and kageyama + other schweiden adlers to all have dinner together

ushijima has actually been super super curious about hinata’s training in brazil but never really had the chance/guts to ask

“hinata. your lefthanded spike was impressive.” “wow thanks ushijima-san!! i hope it’ll be as strong as yours one day :D” “i can imagine it took intensive practice.” “it really did! do you wanna hear about it?”

anyways they end up talking for like 2 hours and he finds hinata slightly overwhelming but he also sorta reminds him of tendou

they exchange numbers and keep in touch for the rest of the season

a lot of people find their friendship confusing but the people closest to them know it makes perfect sense

“i mean, it’s hinata. who doesn’t like hinata?” “kageyama” “that’s a lie and we all know it”

hinata already makes sure to watch all the schweiden adlers games for kageyama, but now he watches them for ushijima too

afterward he always calls/texts him with his thoughts and then they have a conversation about certain plays

ushijima, staring at his phone: “there are more exclamation points than words.”

kageyama, probably drinking milk: “you get used to it”

speaking of kageyama, he also religiously watches msby games, and now ushijima asks if he can watch them with him

when hinata is called up to the national team, ushijima is one of the first people to congratulate him

playing together is. an experience, to say the least

ushijima doesn’t necessarily lack enthusiasm, but he feels like he’s experiencing volleyball for the first time when he plays with hinata

for him, the sport is all about technique and finesse and personal growth, but for hinata, it’s all of those things and having the time of your life

ushijima is still a little weak on the receiving side, so they spend a lot of time together practicing defensive moves

in exchange, he helps hinata hone his spiking and gives him tips on strength training

sometimes when the team has some extra time and decides to goof off, hinata always ropes him into playing stupid games like trying to spike water bottles while blindfolded or racing each other around the court

hinata also insists that they do double high fives as much as possible and at first ushijima Does Not Get It but eventually it becomes second nature

whenever they score a point and he turns around with his hands up + an expectant expression on his face it makes hinata super happy

the national team travels all over the world and everywhere they go hinata makes sure he gets at least 5 pictures with ushijima

(he then sends them to oikawa)

(with the caption: “you should have come to [whatever city they’re in]”)

during a break hinata gets together all of his besties on the national team and takes them to go play some beach volleyball

hinata is absolutely destroying everyone, but at some point ushijima super clumsily falls face-first into the sand, and when hinata goes to help him up he realizes he’s smiling

ushijima: “this is fun.”

hinata, the most hyped he’s ever been: “RIGHT?!?!?! RIGHT?!?!?! IT’S SO MUCH FUN!!!!!”

“KAGEYAMA I GOT USHIJIMA-SAN TO SMILE!” “no you didn’t” “HE’S LITERALLY SMILING RIGHT NOW” “i don’t see it” “KAGEYAMA STOP TURNING AWAY” “I DON’T SEE IT”

during a press conference a reporter asks ushijima what it’s like to play with someone who so famously took away his last chance to play at high school nationals

ushijima: “hinata shoyo is one of our strongest, most versatile players. it is an honor. and a joy.” *pause* “i am very grateful to call him one of my closest friends.”

“hinata, why are you crying?” “i’m not crying ushijima-san i just got a mosquito in my eye” “it’s december.”

when tendou comes to visit he always brings some of his chocolates, but pretends that they’re only for hinata just to see ushijima’s face

“ah wakatoshi-kun!! long time no see!!! here are some of your favorite truffles....for shoyo”

he falls for it every time

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imanativeofswlondondahling · 4 years

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Becoming A Stark (8)- Peter Parker x Stark!femReader

Word Count: 2390

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note: No Peter in this chapter, but he’ll be in the next few. Promise.

Chapter One || Previous Chapter || Master List

Your dad hasn’t been home in 48 hours but, according to Pepper, he somehow had time to go to MIT, spend the night at the compound and then fly to Berlin. It took less than a week for him to go back on what he had said and to be honest you were a bit passed pissed about it. Pepper had decided to order dinner for you both and had said Tony could figure something else out whenever he got home. If you were a betting woman, you bet that Pepper ordered some extra Thai food for him though. You, on the other hand, had decided to work on homework while waiting for food to arrive. But not even your English homework could hold your attention it seemed. Tony has managed to take the joy your favorite class normally brings you, because all you can think about is how pissed you are.

It also didn’t help that the tower was freezing, but you didn’t feel like telling FRIDAY to turn the temperature up. So instead you go digging through your drawers to find a sweatshirt to help warm you up. It wasn’t until you find a black one with words that really suit your mood. ‘No. I Checked My Receipts. I Don’t Buy Any Of Your Bullshit.’ Even though AC/DC’s Highway to Hell is blasting over your speakers, a knock on your door tells you that someone isn’t going to leave you alone.

“Hey there kiddo.” Even his voice irritates you right now. Instead of greeting him, you turn back towards your English assignment and continue typing. “Wow, two days away and I get the cold shoulder.”

“FRIDAY turn music up by 25%.” You say, trying to block him out.

“FRIDAY, music off.” You huff at the fact that his commands override yours. But decide to play it sweet instead of sour.

“Did you need something?” You turn in your chair and paste a fake smile on your face.

“I know I was gone the past two days. I let you down. But I came and saw you before I even went looking for Pepper.”

“I don’t care.” But then you see the bruise on his face and you can’t pretend anything. “What happened to your face?”

“Ex-assassin under some brainwashing. Long story.” So he’s still going to keep things from you?

“Was this while you were in Berlin? Missing family dinner again?” You know you sound like the stereotypical teenager that you usually try to shy away from, but you can’t help it.

“I fucked up. I know. And honestly, according to people other than you I fucked up in more ways than you can count. But I’m here for tonight’s dinner. I even pushed a trip to Germany to be here for it.” Tony sits down on your bed.

“Wow, I came before Germany. Not before Berlin though.” You throw your hands outward as your head moves from side to side.

“You do come before Berlin. I was hoping to make it home before I missed another dinner because I didn’t want to disappoint you again. I’m not good at saying it, but I’m sorry. I missed you the whole time I was gone.” His eyes read your sweatshirt and then looks back at your face. “That’s at me isn’t it?”

“Kind of.” You admit. “You did say ‘I would drop anything and everything for you’ and a week later I’m having dinner by myself and then finding out that Natasha’s in building’s that are being bombed and I don’t even know where you are and I was hurt by it.”

“You’re allowed to be hurt by it. I’m trying to be better, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck up occasionally. I wasn’t in Vienna, but I’ve seen Nat and she’s fine. Saw her in Berlin earlier.”

“Don’t tell me she has one of those too.” You motion towards his eye.

“She’s fine. She’s also an ex-assassin, remember? They tend to be pretty good at fighting other ex-assassins.”

“Good.”

“Now, dinner? Last I checked you were trending downward, so it’s a perfect time for dinner.”

“Has dinner been delivered?”

“It arrived when I did. Come on.” Tony offers an arm to you and you sink into his side hug as you walk downstairs with him. Pepper smiles at the two of you as she unboxes the Thai food that had been delivered.

“You two all good now?” She asks as she sets the food on the table. You nod. “Good. Now dinner is served.” You sit down and start eating your pineapple fried rice and tofu as Pepper and Tony talk about some SI stuff.

“You know Y/N, I talked to a boy from your school today.”

“Really, why?”

“Possible intern.

“Uh, ok. Guess that makes sense. But do you even work at the lab at SI that much really?”

“He might end up being my personal intern here or at the Avenger’s Compound.”

“Really? Do I know him?”

“He knows you.” You can’t help but cock your head to the side as you take a bite of food. “Name’s Peter Parker. Talked about you quite a bit. Especially how you skipped out of class today.”

“I had a good reason. You see your family members' names in tweets with the word bomb and you would skip out of class too. I was going to call you too, but Natasha told me you weren’t there.”

“Well he told me so much about you that it makes me wonder if I need to start laying down some ground rules for you and dating.”

“Pepper, make him stop!” You plead as you use your chopsticks to scoop up more food.

“Tony.” She warns from the other side of the table.

“No, this is my little girl. I’m allowed to be protective about this aspect. Dating and evil villains are my prerogative.”

“I’m not little. I’m fourteen. I’ve already gone on my first date.” Tony chokes on the water he was drinking.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I misunderstood you, but I thought I heard you say you already went on your first date.”

“I did. I already had my first boyfriend and girlfriend too.” You wait to see a reaction from either Pepper or Tony, but nothing happens.

“No more dating until you're 25, at least. I forbid it. I don’t care who they are. No one is good enough for you!” Tony says before angrily eating his food.

“He’ll lighten up eventually.” Pepper says with a smile.

“Or he’ll have FRIDAY lock me in my room until I’m 25.” You say with an eye roll.

“Don’t give him any ideas.” Pepper teases.

“I’m not completely unreasonable. I would just lock her in the tower.” Tony teases back.

“I’ll text the Avengers to come save me.” You watch as your dad’s face grows darker. “What’s going on with the Avengers?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He says, not really answering the question.

“I can call Natasha and ask.”

“Natasha is busy and I don’t think you should bother her.” Based off of the conversation you had with her earlier today, you can guess that’s probably actually true. “Besides, don’t you want to see your old man before he leaves tomorrow?”

“Why are you leaving?”

“Official Avengers business.”

“Weren’t you just on official Avengers business?”

“Yes and sometimes the Avengers business is nonstop.” You glance over at Pepper and see a look of almost exasperation on her face. Apparently this isn’t the first time for her hearing this argument.

“When will you be back?”

“Hopefully, tomorrow night. But if not the day after at the latest.” Tony wants to promise that he’ll be back for dinner tomorrow night, but even with quinjet, he doesn’t think he can make it back in time.

You walk back into the kitchen later, not expecting to find anyone. You just want a glass of water and then you’ll head to bed. “What are you wearing?” Your dad’s voice startles you.

“What are you doing up still?”

“Shouldn’t I ask you the same thing? One of us has school tomorrow, and it’s not me.”

“I was thirsty. Came to get water.” You shrug. “What do you mean what am I wearing?” You glance down at the shorts and tank top you had thrown on to go to sleep.

“You’re Iron Man?” He questions, looking over the wording on the grey tank. You glance down and finally realize what shirt you had put on to sleep in.

“Pepper found it when we were thrifting before school started. She thought it was funny.”

“Definitely is kiddo. Now water?” He asks, already reaching in the cupboard for a glass. Stepping into his favorite role, he gets you your water and walks up the stairs with you to your room.

“You don’t have to come tuck me in. I’m fourteen.”

“Humor me.” He says, following you into your room. You set the glass on your bedside table and climb under the covers. Tony pulls them around you and tucks you in. “Goodnight kiddo. I love you.”

“Love you too Dad.” He kisses your forehead before heading towards his own room. He can’t help but smile as he thinks about you wearing something that reps him.

“What’s got you all smiley?” Pepper asks, setting down her Stark Pad.

“Well seeing as you got her the shirt, I guess you did.” Pepper’s eyebrows furrow as she tries to understand what Tony is talking about. “The Iron Man tank top? Y/N wore it to sleep in and... I just love her so much Pep.” Pepper smiles but reaches for her phone.

“You want to see something better?” She asks as she sends Tony a picture. He glances at his phone before making a double take. “Completely her idea on the pose.”

“This is the best thing ever. I have the best kid.” Tony says. He slips under the covers to lay down next to Pepper, but can’t help but look at the picture again. Fuck it. He logs onto Instagram. Caption- I have the best kid ever. Nothing else and then posts the photo after tagging you. After posting it, he flips over to your Instagram. He notices you have changed your bio to no longer show your old last name, but it doesn’t read Stark. He scrolls through some photos that you and your friends must have taken at lunch the other day as well as some pictures of some recent reads. You really plow through books fast. Maybe he should look at signing you up for one of those book subscription boxes that you get new books every month. You’d probably like that. He likes the newer photos that he hadn’t liked yet, before clicking his phone off. He pulls Pepper into his arms and lets sleep pull him under.

When you wake up the next morning, you see your notifications have blown up over night. You have hundreds of thousands of new followers on both Instagram and Twitter. There’s also a bunch of comments. What happened? You had been sitting at a few hundred followers when you went to bed, and most of them were friends or people you knew from school. So what happened after you went to sleep. You click open Instagram and look at notifications. It’s too cluttered for you to find anything. So instead you click to your profile to see if one of your book photos went viral? That’s the only thing you could think of that would do this. But then you see the notification that you’ve apparently been tagged in a photo. Flipping pages, you see that your father made the dumbest mistake yet. You grab your phone and walk towards your dad and Pepper’s room, knowing that they’re probably up but not yet out of their room. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the situation as you knock on the door.

“Come in.” Pepper calls from inside the room. As you walk in, you see her putting on jewelry, getting ready for her day at SI. Your dad is still laying in bed on the other hand. “Good morning Y/N.”

“Is it a good morning? Because someone in this family is an idiot.” You say looking at your dad.

“What did I do?” He asks, glancing up from his datapad as he keeps working with the design that he’ll need to work on when he gets back from Germany.

“You tagged me on Instagram. My private account now has a few hundred thousand followers and people have found me on Twitter too.” Pepper turns from where she stands in the mirror.

“I thought we were trying to keep her name out of the press?” She asks, looking at Tony.

“Ok, so I didn’t completely think this through. But it was so cute I couldn’t not share it.”

“That’s not the point Tony. The whole world knows who your daughter is.”

“They already did.” Tony counters.

“No they knew you had a daughter. But her name and her face were mainly out of the picture.” Pepper takes a deep breath. “Guess I know what my day will be focused on.”

“I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” Tony says pushing off from the mattress. He wants to hug both females that are upset with him but doesn’t know which to go after first. You, definitely you. “Kiddo, I just had to share with the world how much I loved you. I didn’t think what tagging you would do. I’m sorry.” He pulls you into his arms. “Forgive me?” He asks.

“Yeah I guess so. Except that now everyone knows for sure that I’m related to you.”

“I’ll up security if I have to. You’ll remain safe. I promise you that.” He says into your hair. “I do have to steal Happy from you for the next few days. He’ll take you to school today, but one of the other security people will pick you up. I’ll have Happy text you who it will be after we know for sure.”

“Fine, if you have too.” You step out of your dad’s arms. “I have to go get ready for school. Try not to expose anything else about me online while I do that ok?” You tease him.

“Cross my heart.” He promises.

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Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 12

Warning: swearing, several mentions of murder, scaring people out of their pants, Beej being a creep, shotgun use, abusive ex.

The ground was shaking, the house was somehow glitching and green smoke filled the living room. The girls heard a loud, croaky, devilish laugh right before the room turned completely dark. Even the lightning stopped. Sofía held Rei close in fear, while Ari was looking around with lustruous eyes. All of a sudden, a gravelly voice filled the air.

- Welcome, welcome, welcome, lovely ladies! - a weirdly handsome, husky man with fluffy hair, which went from black roots to glowing, bright green tops and stubble colored the same way stood on the dining table. He wore a dirty striped suit with a stripey shirt; a green tie, which had several spots of moss on it; black suspenders; and dirty black leather shoes with stacked heels. He was grinning, showing his sharp double canines; his golden, kind of catlike eyes were shining in excitement. Some random spots of dirt and maybe rotting patterned his face. He put a spotlight on himself, and as he threw his hands above his head, a couple of red neon lights lighted up around him. Some of them were arrows, pointing at him, some of them were captions saying "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice". - Can all of you see me now?

- SHIT HE'S REAL. - screamed Rei.

- Wow. - gasped Ari right before the man jumped down from the table. He landed right in front of her. He locked his gaze in hers and offered her a hand. - You look WAY better than I imagined, based on the voice. - she put her palm in his. - Not so dead... - Beetlejuice lifted Ari up from the ground and as he did, he locked her in his arms, swooped her off her feet and planted a kiss on her lips. Which was followed by a bitchslap from the wide-eyed breather girl. Beetlejuice let Ari go, still smiling like an idiot.

- Sorry, sorry, I got overjoyed, I just had to, I couldn't help myself. Am I overstepping my bounds? - Ari nodded and smiled while she wiped her lips. This man can't be real. Crazy motherfucker is worse than I imagined. - It's just that this whole thing is so beautiful! - his voice got emotional and he put his hands on his chest, where Ari imagined his heart would've been. - You called me! You didn't have to, but you called me!

- The fuck you mean she didn't had to? - asked Rei who let go of Sofía to inspect the demon more closely. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow, pulled a grimace, snapped his fingers and a couple pieces of furniture appeared before the winter garden's door, making a barricade.

- Solves all ya problems. - he turned back to Ari. - NOW! I'm gonna go, kill those suckers, have some fun, earn some screams, and leave chaos in my wake!

- Yes, good, get on it! - stated Ari, held Beetlejuice's wide shoulders, and turned him around to face the backdoor. - Get'em, tiger. - Sofía jumped in front of them, making Beetlejuice almost fall over.

- Wait, you really want him to do that?!? - Ari gestured with her hand and raised her eyebrows.

- Duuuh, I didn't summon him to play fucking yahtzee! - BJ chuckled and put his elbow on Ari's shoulder.

- I like your jokes but I like hu-mor. - he cooed with a tilted head and a cheesy smile. Ari flashed a kind of annoyed look at him and blinked fast.

- Later, Beetlejuice, later, please, we have so much shit to do and haunt and kill now.

- You can't do that! - said Sofía, still standing before Ari and BJ. - It's not just morally wrong, but don't ya think, Ariadné dearest, that if a bunch of guys get brutally murdered here, we'll have to bury them and having a shitton of mounds in our backyard would raise suspicion? AND since we have such a bad luck, I'm pretty sure the police would find the bodies somehow. - Beetlejuice layed back to the wall, inspecting his dirty black nails, sighing. There's so much trouble with living folks, they always find somethin' to ruin the fun. It's easier with dead guys, you have some problems with them, you just throw 'em to a sandworm and your problems are solved! WAIT...

- Hey, guys, sorry to barge in, but I just wanna state that if you push someone, that’s bullying, if you kill someone, that’s murder, sure, but if there is no evidence and nobody sees it... - he shrugged. - ...it’s a simple accident. - he showed a toothy grin, lightning flashing on his sharp double canines. - And those goddamn sandworms could swallow anyone alive.

- What's a sandworm? - asked Ari excitedly. BJ shrugged.

- Oh ya know, nothing much, just 10-meters-tall two-headed snakes with a killer appetite. If they eat someone, they automatically get deported to the Netherworld, or I dunno how ya folks call it, Purgatory. No problem with the body, or the ghost. - Ari smiled widely and launched herself at Beetlejuice. She hugged his neck tightly.

- YOU ARE A GENIUS! - Beetlejuice just stood still, not knowing what to do with the sudden hug.

- Well, being dead has its perks. - he said with a small, weird laugh. Ari made a disgusted face and quickly let go.

- Ew, you smell like rotten meat. Gross.

- Aww thanks babe! - ha cooed and put his weight from one leg to another like a little kid.

Rei cleared her throat.

- Isn't that swallowing thing still murder though? - Beetlejuice appeared right behind her out of thin air.

- Jesus Christ, Rei, you sexy son of a bitch, grow up! - he said and pinched her booty, then quickly reappeared on the dining table. - Please, sweethearts, shut up already! - he said in a nagging manner. - I'm ready for some people to die! Let me have my fun, you guys are like a snorefest! - the knocking started again, since the bad guys on the other side of the door realized they can't break it.

- Who's there with ya honey? - asked Matt, after hearing BJ talk. - Did... DID YOU HOOK UP WITH SOMEONE?! I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED! ARIADNÉ, DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!!! - BJ pointed at the door.

- See, the stupid motherfucker's even asking for it!

The girls looked at each other. Rei was the first to talk.

- Well, I have a very little patience for stupidity. I say let's get rid of these jerks. - Sofía rolled her eyes and tried to say something but Beetlejuice quickly pointed at her and a metal plate appeared on her lips, making her unable to talk. She flashed an angry look at the demon. But he just shrugged with a wicked smile.

- Silence gives consent.

- There's only one more thing! - stated Rei, which made Beetlejuice do a huge eyeroll.

- WHATTTT.

- Kill only Matt. His henchmen don't deserve death, I mean at least I think so. - she said while looking at Ari. She nodded with pouted lips. - Only scare them. If you can do that. - Beetlejuice held his chest and dramatically made the expression of fainting.

- If I can do that?! What do ya think, what am I, a newbie? - he jumped off the table, booping Rei's nose. - Babes, I've been scaring for like a millennia. I'm the bio-exorcist of the Netherworld, giving houses enemas and shit. - he turned away. - Don't underestimate my power cause I'll be offended! - Ari laughed, jumped next to Beetlejuice who hold his arm out, so she locked arms with him. He stared deeply into her widely opened, emerald green eyes. - So tell me, little wolf, do you want to punish those who have wronged you? - he said in an arousing tone. His gravelly voice made Ari slightly shiver and gulp.

- Y-yes...

- Alright ladies, then let's turn up the juice and see what shakes loose!

With a snap of the fingers, all 4 of them teleported to the kitchen. The metal plate from Sofía's mouth disappeared, which made her kind of relieved, but still left her grouching.

- You snake-ass bitches don't respect the Sister Code... - she grumbled.

- Hey, d'ya want me to put the plate back on your slutty mouth, woman?! - asked Beetlejuice in a sharp tone. Sofía crossed her arms before her chest.

- ...I hate you. - Beetlejuice nodded then turned back to Ari with a devilish smile. His eyes were literally glowing at this point, and maybe he had sharper and a bit more teeth than an average human would have.

- Okay, so first thing first, I'm invoking the "No Judgement” clause of our friendship.

- What? Why? - asked Ari. Beetlejuice layed back to the middle kitchen counter and fixed his jacket. He flashed his glowing, hungry eyes at Ari and winked.

- Cause Imma get a little nasty... - Beetlejuice was interrupted by an angry scream. Matthias was banging on the door so loud at this point that Rei was sure he already broke some of his fingers.

- OPEN UP OR I'LL SHOOT THIS FUCKIN DOOR OPEN! - Ari's lower lip juddered at the sudden shouting. She cupped Beetlejuice's chubby face in her palms, took a deep breath and with heated determination in her eyes she said:

- Make him piss his pants.

- Your wish is my command, babes.

- I'M GONNA COUNT TO THREE! - Beetlejuice looked at the door and snapped his fingers. - ONE! - the furniture floated back to their original places. - TWO! - BJ let out a voiceless laugh as he wiggled his fingers and made the whole house pitch black. - FUCK IT! - and with that, right after the sound of barrel-loading a shotgun, the door of the winter garden opened with a creek.

One of the most sobering things in the world must be to experience a classical horror cliché in a house that is rumored to be haunted. There were 5 men standing behind Matt; he met them all earlier that night at a shitty pub, and they were all horny and drunk enough for Matthias to convince them easily to follow him and break into the house of his ex-girlfriend. Stupid boys thought that they'll get some easy pussy that night. Then they saw the house and all of them started to get second thoughts... But they quickly brushed them off, those rumors were just to scare the little townsfolk.

As soon as the door opened, Matt's henchmen looked at each other. Matthias hastily stepped into the house and looked back at the guys. They were stalling and shared concerned looks. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and appeared with the girls hidden behind one of the huge cupboards of the winter garden. He leaned closer to Ari and whispered:

- Watch. This. - he pointed at one of Ari's big oleanders and started to wiggle his fingers. The plant started to grow, and as it got bigger and bigger, it became an anthropomorphic cross between a Venus flytrap and an avocado. It had a huge, nasty-looking pod which had shark-like teeth. Ari gasped and smiled widely. She always wanted to see this plant in real life. The men didn't notice the plant first, but then one of them started to sniff the air, which was filled with the smell of blood now, and turned around. As soon as he spotted the plant, he screamed like a girl. Beetlejuice opened his mouth in awe and circled his nipples.

- Oh how I missed that sound... - he purred. Ari laughed.

- Do the Voice, do the Voice, do the Voice! - she said excitedly and jokingly smacked BJ's upper arm a couple times. The demon showed his teeth, held out his hand like a sock puppet and immitated talking with it. As he did, the plant started to talk.

- FEED ME SEYMOOUUR! - the plant growled at the men before it. All 5 of them screamed and launched themselves into the pitch black room. They shoved Matt before themselves, who fell on his stomach, dropped his weapon and headbanged the hardwood floor. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers again, which made him and the girls reappear behind the sofa. He peeked out, threw his hand up and made a pulling movement. The burglars all got dragged deeper into the room. It felt like something grabbed their ankles and pulled them...

In the blink of a moment, the door slammed shut behind them, and maniacal laughter filled the air, like it came from every direction. Beetlejuice winked at the girls and got back to his normal, gravelly tone.

- Learn to throw your voice, fool your friends, fun at parties!

- Now THAT is cool! I wanna do that too! - said Rei in an excited tone. Sofía rolled her eyes; she was still very pissed at her sisters so she decided to not give a damn, doesn't matter what awesome things Ari's demon buddy could do. Ari peeked over the edge of the sofa and giggled at the expressions of the men. They looked so afraid. Beetlejuice quickly pulled her back and shushed her with a small laugh. He gestured towards the fireplace which instantly lit up. One of the guys let out a tiny scream, which made BJ rub his palms in ecstasy. He bit his lower lip.

- Mi mamá was right. - said one of the burglars, a shorter latino guy with wobbly voice. - This place... is cursed.

- No it's not. - stated the one next to him. He sounded clearly afraid as well, he just tried to cover it with confidence. - Anyway, what is it with you and curses? You're never happy without a good curse. Superstitious idiot. - he changed into a more sarcastical tone. - "This is cursed, that is cursed!"

- Give it a rest, will ya!!! - shouted Matt, who was looking for the shotgun. - Don't be pussies! It's just the wind, and my baby always had weird plants. You know what we came for. Let's head upstairs, 2 people per girl, and have some fun! - he flashed an evil smile at his "friends". And that made Beetlejuice's blood boil.

- Not on my watch, Mattyboy! - he hissed. He closed his eyes for a moment. Welp, hope I'm not rusty. - Let's see, what are you jerks the most afraid of?

He disappeared from behind the sofa. The girls peeked out, and clearly saw a shadow figure circling the men. It was audible that something was moving behind them. The burglars turned around but didn't see a thing. Beetlejuice's shadow form took a quick look into every men's eyes. Several scriptures from the Middle Ages tell us that if a demon looks into your eyes, they can see your biggest fears. Who would've thought that it's true?

- Got it. - said Beej as he reappeared behind the sofa with a snap. He took a quick look on Ari's excited faced, and flashed a toothy grin. - This is gonna be so. Much. Fun. Let's give those guys the fright of their lives! - Beetlejuice disappeared again, just to reappear next to the windows. His figure was vaguely illuminated by the random thunderbolts. He tilted his head sideways and dropped his left hand next to himself. His painted black nails grew into huge claws, his catlike eyes were glowing, just like his dark burgundy hair. It always looked like this when he was in a destructive, devilish mood. He flashed a wicked, Cheshire-like smile and started to scratch the windows. It made the girls' get goosebumps but the burglars' look was a good enough compensation for the unpleasantness. Ari was pretty sure that the guys saw BJ for a moment before he disappeared with a laugh again. He sounded so evil. Beetlejuice appeared next to Ari again, digging into his fluffy hair, eyes closed, wide smile on his face. Shit, that's hot, thought Ari. - I'm still the Ghost with the Most.

- What if they go upstairs? - asked Sof with a raised eyebrow, pointing at the burglars approaching the stairs. - Hmm? Did ya plan out something for that as well, Mr. Ghosty-ghost?

- Well I have ideas... - said Ari and leaned close to Beej. She whispered something into his ear which made him bite his lower lip. At this point his teeth were more shark-like than human-like.

- Shit babes, you're a natural... - he moaned and flung his hand towards the stairs. Matthias just stepped on the first step, but was stopped by the sight of 2 little girls standing on the top of the stairs, holding hands. Their eyes were all black.

- Come play with us, Matty. Forever... and ever... and ever... - they said in the same rhythm, with the creepiest child-voice you can ever imagine. The burglars stepped back. Ari couldn't hold back any longer and shouted:

- NOW!

The children started screaming histerically and in the same moment, blood started to wave down the stairs, soaring on the walls, splashing at the men. They all screamed bloody murder and tried to ran away, scattering in every possible direction. Beetlejuice's eyes were glowing with pleasure.

- Do you hear that sound, Ari? That BEAUTIFUL sound? - he said with a moan and bit his fist. - That is the sound, of clean, white, shorts turning brown.. - he looked at Ari. - Ain't it the sweetest noise around? - he laughed maniacally which made Ari and Rei giggle as well. - You guys stay here so you won't stay in the way, but you... - he grabbed Ari's hand and pulled her up to her feet. - ...you deserve to enjoy the show from first row, babes.

With a snap, they appeared in the corner, next to good old Long John Silver's skeleton. Beetlejuice wiggled his fingers and the pirate slowly came to life. One of the burglars, with terror in his eyes, tried to run away as far as possible from the reanimated corpse, but clumsily, he lost his foothold because of the dripping blood from his clothes and fell on his back. It made a huge thud. Ari burst out laughing, like the child she was in heart, but tried to cover her mouth with her hand. Beetlejuice was laughing too, but decided to top his performance and wiggled his fingers again. The pirate started rattling as he lifted his sword up, let out a warcry, and started to run in the lying man's direction. He let out an agonizingly high-pitched scream as he got up. BJ and Ari laughed more histerically.

- Did you hear that?! - wheezed the girl and slapped BJ's shoulder. - Oh my god let's make some more people scream!

BJ held Ari's hand, and pulled her over to the TV. The demon tapped the screen which instantly lit up in blue. Weird streaks appeared on it, then a hand from the inside, tapping the glass. Then another one. Then one more. Two guys, who now held each other, screamed out. BJ put his arm around Ari's shoulders.

- Panic and stress, oh ain't it the best? - he said an laughed with his head thrown backwards.

- You are such a weirdo! - she laughed and elbowed him in the side. He let her go, tilted his head sideways, hunched down and bit his lips in a weird, kinda creepy manner. Ari wheezed and scruffed his fluffy hair. Beetlejuice hunched down more.

- Now behind my ear... - he said with a moan. Ari pulled her hand back with a laugh. She looked around, admiring the sight of bloody men running around, but then her eyes found a specific person standing before the steps, staring at her with a shotgun in his hand. The smile from her face disappeared. She took a step back, and Beetlejuice instantly stepped before her, covering her with his body. He formed a little cup with one of his hands, held out the other dramatically and blew into his palm. A huge blob of fire appeared right before them, blowing up in Matthias's face. He screamed and BJ laughed. - No worries babes, I got ya. NOW WHERE WERE WE. - he turned around and after some looking, he pointed at a guy. He was trying to open up the front door, but it was shut. Beetlejuice made huge gestures and summoned a crazy eyed, killer looking dog. Ari awwed and crouched down. The dog acted all surprised when the girl scruffed his head, but in half a second he got really happy and wagged his tail. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow and made an unimpressed face. - You are a hellhound, you are SO not supposed to do that. - Ari laughed, hugged the dog one more time, then pointed at the guy Beetlejuice was eyeing.

- Go, catch! - she said in an angelic voice. The hellhound started barking and running towards his target. Poor guy jumped up on the hall cabinet.

Beetlejuice snapped again. They now appeared in the downstairs bathroom. A burglar was leaning against the bathroom door, huffing, and as they appeared, he pointed at BJ in fear.

- YOU! - he shouted. - My dad told me about you! The stripey demon with the stupid hair who haunts the creepy house at the edge of the town! Nobody believed a young weedhead pizza guy but you ARE real! - Beetlejuice shrugged and flashed an evil smile.

- Well, why didn't you listen to him? I bet he told ya to stay away from this... - he rubbed his palms together. - ...creepy house... - he opened his palms, water pouring out of them. Ari climbed up on the washing machine, which was a good idea, noticing that something huge started to move in the water. A crab-like figure. The guy screamed bloody murder. BJ laughed and snapped. Him and Ari reappeared in the living room, right behind the sofa. Rei was clapping like an idiot. Shit, even Sofía looked a bit more enthusiastic now. What can I say, the guy IS good.

- Are you lovely ladies having fun? - Ari and Rei nodded exaggeratedly, Sofía huffed and rolled her eyes. - Well the real show is just about to begin! Take your seats! - Beetlejuice teleported the girls onto the sofa while himself appeared on the coffee-table. He started tapping a rhythm with his feet and out of nowhere, the sound of a guitar could be heard. Then came drums. BJ was kinda dancing around on the table, feeling himself. One of the burglars ran towards him with a glass thing he found on one of the shelves. BJ fixed his jacket and with a movement of a hand, he summoned fire towards him. Then laughed at the guy falling over. Now full on music was blasting. Theatrical weirdo, thought Ari. Rei clapped, BJ bowed. Then he raised his hands slowly, making big spiders emerge from the ground. Sof whined a little and closed her eyes.

- EWEWEWEWEW.

One of the burglars, who was sitting in the corner, legs pulled up to his chest, cried out.

- THIS IS JUST A LUCID DREAM! I'M DREAMING! - BJ turned his head backwards, then floated before him with a normal facing, tilted head, and grabbed the guy's chin.

- Really? - the girls didn't see what's happening really, but what they saw, was that BJ's head was getting bigger and that he opened his lower jaw like a snake. - Then tell me, buddyboy, why do I hear you screaming? - the burglar screamed out and turned white as a wall. Beetlejuice appeared next to Ari on the sofa. He wiped his teary eyes and laughed again. Ari grabbed his thigh with an excited smile.

- You are fantastic! Unbelievable! That was a sound that says I will never sleep well again! - she breathed in. BJ's eyes were glowing at her. Literally glowing. - I can't believe you are such a talented scarer. Hollywood should learn from you. - the demon looked down at his shoes and crumpled his jacket. A slight streak of pink appeared in his hair. Ari jumped back. - OH MY GOD YOUR HAIR CHANGES COLOR! - he pulled the differently colored streak and sighed.

- Yeah, it's like a moodring... Stupid thing always tells on me...

- THAT IS THE COOLEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN! - said Ari with excitement in her voice. - What does light pink mean?

- NOTHING. - stated Beej. With a little bit too much voice. He cleared his throat. - Imma tell ya later, but as you said, we still have so much shit to do, to haunt, to kill... - he winked at Ari who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before her chest. Beetlejuice booped her nose, than pulled her up onto the table. He whirled her around in ecstasy, both laughing, BJ howling sometimes. - Nice moves, little hellion! - he laughed. The music in the background got louder and louder with each moment. BJ let Ari go for a moment. The guys were losing it at this point, most of them crying and running around. Beetlejuice looked at his pal. - Hey Ari, check this out! - he raised his hands, pointing at one guy after another, twitching with each move. All 6 of them stood up straight. BJ looked at Ari with a wicked smile. - Dance break!

To the rhythm of the music, the burglars all started to dance. They did the same moves BJ did, with a weird green fog in their eyes. Beetlejuice occasionally looked at the girls, who were laughing their asses off. BJ did The Thing™, which made them all snort. Beetlejuice didn't notice that it also made Ari check out his pelvic moves.

The music ended, Rei and Sof was holding each other, both of them teared up by laughter. Ari slapped her thighs. Beetlejuice bowed several times.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was an old Scandinavian folk song. - the girls teared up again. Beetlejuice smiled like an idiot. Now his hair was more green then burgundy. He was having a great time. - I mean, yeah, I put my own spin on it, but... Hey, ya liked it!

And that's when their laughter was stopped by the sound of barrel-loading a shotgun.

#alex brightman #beetlegeuse #beetlejuice #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice oc #beetlejuice the musical #fanfic #fanfiction #lawrence beetlejuice shoggoth #musical!beetlejuice #beetlejuice broadway

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wheremytwinwatches · 4 years

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 5

Well. Last episode was a thing. I’d gathered that there were some dark parts about this show, what with Mr. Freeze killing off military police by literally boiling them, and then Lust stabbing Cornello. But I wasn’t expecting something as dark as Shou’s actions. It’s interesting, Tephi mentioned that we seem to be getting themes in our shows. She gets “this is so weird!” with man-eating giants, macho drill power, fan service, ect. I get “look how fun NOPE HORROR AND HEARTBREAK”. Wonder if that’s going to continue. Actually, since the last post-credits said they boys would encounter Scar, I’m not that optimistic.

Narrator’s recapping Ed and Al’s failed study group, how Ed’s grief-stricken at his powerlessness. Episode 05: “Rain of Sorrows” House in a field? Wait. Ah, captions are saying it’s Ed (Age 5), calling to Mama Elric. Flashback? Aw, Baby!Ed transmuted a little horse statue for his mother. That’s cute- NOPE NOT CUTE NOT CUTE SWEET LETO MAMA ELRIC JUST TURNED INTO CHIMERA Aw hell no, this is a nightmare isn’t it? Ed’s seeing his failure to bring his mother back, Nina and Alexander melding- And he wakes up. Leto, but that was disturbing. Why do I keep watching this show at night again? Al asks if Ed’s alright, waking up from a dream like that. Right, since Al’s in the armor I guess he doesn’t sleep, so he doesn’t have much to do while Ed’s out for the count except read. Cut to Central (or is this East Command?), Ed hesitates to knock at a door until Riza opens it, surprised to see the Elric Brothers so early. They’ve stopped in to ask what’s going to happen to Tucker and Nina. Riza reports that Tucker was supposed to be decertified and stand trial… but both he and Nina are dead. The Elrics are shocked to hear that they’ve both been murdered. Riza says they don’t know who did it (hmmm, maybe this “Alchemist” was killed by that guy who you know’s been going around killing a bunch of alchemists, hmmm?), so she’s heading to the scene of the crime. And she tells the brothers to not go, because they don’t need to see it. At the house, Armstrong and Hughes are once again unfortunately serious as they examine the scene, Hughes complaining that he’s always one step ahead of them. Colonel Roy appears, asks why it sounds like they were expecting this. Did he not know about Scar? Wait, what? Cornello? Didn’t you get Extreme Acupuncture? What are you doing, preaching to the people of Liore who should really know better by now? Oh dear, “Cornello” is preaching to his wide-eyed followers to rise up and attack the people who can rearrange matter at will with farm tools. That’s gonna work out grrrrreat. Hey, good for you, [Man C], pointing out the crazy-talk! But unfortunately the others shout him down. Oh, Lust! So it’s a Corrupt Priest Hologram? However the trick’s being done, it’s turned Liore into a battleground, people beating the crud out of each other as a little girl cries off to the side, in case we didn’t realize that this was Bad. Lust and Gluttony are watching the chaos from on high, as Fake-Cornello walks up and says he’s got his own responsibilities to get back to. More talk about how humans are simple-minded, violent creatures, then Lust asks for ‘Envy’ to lose the costume. And hey, it’s the third Goth from the into sequence! Glad to finally have a name for the guy. Whoops, the Assistant Pastor saw the transformation, and unfortunately reacted loudly rather than run away. Envy takes offense to being called a ‘monster’, and then Gluttony has a snack. While there’s some unpleasant chewing going on, Envy mentions that Tucker is dead. And that they should care because it was “him” that was responsible for the murder. Lust does not seem to like Scar, bad history? And the Flame Colonel and Fullmetal Alchemist are there too? Seems all their enemies are gathering in one- Wait, what? “As furious as I am that he interfered with our work here, we can’t very well let him die.” Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the story here? The Goths are actually working to protect Ed? Why? Why would these people who just gleefully drove a town to riot be protecting our protagonist? Ok, that line just opened up a plethora of possibilities, I’ve got dozens of half-baked theories to try and sort out now. Do they work for someone who would not approve of Ed being harmed, Monkey D. Dragon style? Are they scouting him out as a potential recruit, ala Slaughterhouse Nine? Do they want to get their hands on Al’s collected recipes? Why do these Goths want Ed unharmed? ...oh. OH. Ok, hit pause too soon, another line just threw out my old theories and replaced them with new ones. “He’s an important sacrifice.” So it’s not that they want him unharmed, it’s that they need him to die at a future time. Why? What do they gain out of killing Ed? While my poor head is spinning, Gluttony finishes his meal as Lust and Envy work on their plans, starting with the man they’re discussing back at Command: Scar. The State Alchemists don’t really know anything else beyond the name, which they’re just using because of his picture. Literally, the only information they have is he has a large scar on his forehead. Roy’s heard stories about the man, it seems. Hughes just complains that following this order from the military police means his other work is piling up. Scar’s killed five State Alchemists in Central, with a nationwide count up to ten. And a few days ago he took down Grand, the- Brigadier General? Wow, didn’t realize the guy had such a high rank. And if Scar took down such a powerful Alchemist that easily, disregarding how cocky Grand was acting? Probably best for our characters to increase their escorts and lie low. After all, with Roy and Tucker as the only State Alchemists of note around… Roy has the same reaction that I have: “Oh no!” Out in the rain (man, this storm is going on for ages), Ed and Al are sitting at a statue, Ed repeating something: “Alchemy is the science of understanding the flow of matter and its laws… the process of comprehension, deconstruction, and reconstruction. The world flows, too. It must also follow laws. Everything circulates… even Death is a part of that circulation. You must accept the flow.” A lesson drummed into their head by Teacher. Right, we saw a scene of her teaching the brothers in Ep 2, didn’t we? Ed says he thought he understood it, but now says he didn’t. First his mom, now Nina? And heading out into the rain hoping it would “wash away some of the gloom”, but it’s not working. Al then doubles down on the depression, talking about how he can’t even feel the raindrops. Would somebody please give these poor boys a hug? Gah! Not you! Scar’s here! “You, boy, you’re the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric, correct?” NO. NO HE’S NOT! Well that was abrupt! Without another word Scar goes for the kill, it’s only Al grabbing his big brother out of the way that saves his life. Ed snaps back, Transmutes a quick stone cage around the attacker. But Scar easily blasts his way out, and the Elrics make a break for it. Or they try to, but Scar’s easily keeping up, shattering stairs and pillars as they flee. “Damn it, what the hell is this guy’s problem?! Making enemies isn’t something that I- Well… I never really avoided it. But there’s no reason someone should be trying to kill me!” First off, humor! Glad to see it back in the show! Second, yeah! What’s your problem, Scar? They race into an alleyway, but Scar calls up a wall to block them off. Ed demands to know who their attacker is. “As long as there are ‘creators’ like you in the world, there must also be destroyers.” That explains nothing, dude. Ed and Al get ready to fight, but Scar only smiles as they charge. Please get past him, please get past hi- AL! NO! Scar just dodged them both, then blew a Leto-damned hole in Al’s armor! Go away, commercial-break cards! Not now! Scar’s distracted for a moment at nobody being inside the armor, but still easily counters Ed’s attack and zaps him. But thank goodness he grabbed his arm like every other baddie. Although now he knows the weakness. *gulp* Y’know, as terrified as I am for the brothers right now, I have to respect Scar’s analysis ability. He instantly figured out that Ed’s making a Transmutation Circle by pressing his hands together, so his first target is his “abhorrent right arm”. And SWEET LETO he does, instantly! Ed’s arm is, just, gone! Oh, this is bad. This is really bad. Al’s collapsed in the alley screaming for Ed to run away, Ed’s trying to move back in shock, but falls to the right without his arm, and now that Scar’s prevented Ed from using his “heretic’s alchemy” (and just what are you doing, you hypocrite?) he’s going in for the kill. Aw, but he offers Ed a moment to pray. That’s nice of him. Ed? Ed, what are you doing? Aw. Aw, no. Ed’s clarifying that he’s Scar’s target, not his brother. And trying to make Scar promise that he won’t hurt Al. Ed, no. Ed, run! Get up and run! RUN! Gunshot? Hot damn, the cavalry has arrived! Shoot that murderer! Or arrest him, whatever works. Just get him away from my poor Elrics. Oh, what the heck. Scar’s spouting about how Alchemists alter things from their natural form, profaning the true creator God, saying that he’s here to hand down God’s judgement. *Sigh* Buddy, really? You’re gonna go the “unnatural” route? Not to bring religion into it, but I couldn’t help but notice that you’re wearing sunglasses and clothes. You don’t exactly find those things growing on trees. So no, your “natural form is best form” isn’t gonna work with me. And yeah, tell the half-dozen people holding guns on you that you’ll eliminate them if they interfere with you killing a kid. That’s gonna go over grrrreat. Roy? Roy, what are you doing? Come on, buddy. You know the saying “The man who wins a fist-fight is the one who brings friends with guns”? Why are you ignoring that, handing your gun off to Riza and telling everyone to stay out of it? Aaand I just remembered that Roy’s Flame Gloves don’t work when wet, and it’s raining. What are you planning to do, taunt him? Well, whatever he’s planning, it distracts Scar, he steps away from Ed and charges at the higher target. Scar charges, Roy prepares his plan, Riza runs forward… five seconds later ...ok, let me process what just happened. Scar lunged forward for his insta-kill Face Grab, and what did Roy do? He snapped his fingers, and there was a pathetic *pop*. Yeah, what I just said about Roy having a plan? He didn’t, he actually tried to do his Flame Alchemy. In the rain. He really forgot that his gloves are worthless when wet. But thankfully, Riza seems to have the brains of the duo, and managed to knock Roy off his feet in the split second before Scar’s hand connected. I just… wow. Roy, you are an idiot, and you had best thank Riza for saving your life. I managed to pause at just the right time to capture the incident. Here’s a screenshot, I’d say the last two words best describe Roy’s actions.

Just… wow, dude. You were an idiot. Time resumes as Riza goes guns-akimbo at Scar, who dodges into the alley. The alley with Al still in there. Uh oh. And oh my Leto Roy, don’t you dare complain at the lady who just saved your life. “Useless on rainy days” indeed. Scar’s back to ranting at the people with guns. Someone shoot this guy already. NO WAIT, EVEN BETTER! “I’d like to see you try it!” The Mighty Armstrong has arrived! Punch… to the ground. Good try! Armstrong keeps up the boasting as some other Alchemists run by and gather up Ed. “We’ll see how you fare against the Strong Arm Alchemist, Alex Louis Armstrong!” [Adventure String Music] has started up, it is on! As Scar is not backing down, The Mighty Armstrong will give him a demonstration of the art of alchemy that has been passed down the Armstrong family for generations! Punch to the stone to make an arrowhead, that narrowly misses the murderer. ...uh hey, all you guys with guns? Scars looking away from you now, rightly distracted by The Mighty Armstrong. You wanna put a bullet in his leg, or something? No? Just gonna stand there and watch the show? Ok, whatever. Ed’s informed that this is the guy who murdered Tucker and Nina, and then the Alchemist yells at Armstrong for his property damage. Armstrong what. What are you doing? When did you take your shirt off before spouting about destroying to create? The other State Alchemists question his decision to strip, even as The Mighty Armstrong continues to manly-glint. The Mighty Armstrong notes that Scar understands the truth of that statement, and the onlookers catch on to Scar being an alchemist who stopped at the ‘destruction’ stage of ‘construction, destruction, and reconstruction’. And they call him out for his hypocrisy, while wondering why he’s targeting other alchemists. Meanwhile Scar and Armstrong continue to brawl, Scar thinking about how Armstrong’s unusually coordinated for his size. Oh, Scar’s cornered! Armstrong’s got him! Wait. Oh no. No no no. Scar’s doing his analysis thing again, he’s identified a moment when Armstrong's swing is too wide. Armstrong, get back before he grabs you! Hey, he did it, Armstrong jumped away! And… ah, finally! Riza proves she has the brains of the Alchemists as she starts shooting at Scar again. Did she get him? No, even with all that he was quick enough to only graze him. But at least you got his sunglasses. Wait, what’s with the surprise? Red eyes, brown skin? That means he’s an Ishvalan! Will we finally get some information about that backstory war? Nope, not this time it seems. Scar finally recognizes he’s outnumbered, and blasts a hole into the sewers to get away. Roy thanks Armstrong for buying them time to surround Scar, Armstrong remarks that it was all he could do to keep from getting killed. The perils of CQC against someone who can kill with a touch. Hughes, where were you in all this? What the heck, you were cowering? And what the heck are you doing, calling them a freak show pack of pseudo humans?! I thought you were cool, dude! Ed comes to it (again, he’s been dropping in and out of focus this entire episode hasn’t he?) and runs over to Al. The State Alchemists are looking on- Al, what the heck?! No need to punch Ed! I get that you’re upset that he didn’t run away, but he was trying to protect you! Gah, stop punching him! “Making the decision to die is something only an idiot does!” “Survival is the only way, Ed. Live on, learn more about alchemy. You could find a way to get our bodies back and help people like Nina… you can’t do that by dying! I won’t allow you to abandon the possibility of hope and choose a meaningless death!” Wow. That’s… “Oh, great! And now my arm’s come off because my brother’s a big, fat idiot!” Have I praised the writing of this show/manga lately? Because I should be doing that more often. That was pure gold, right there. Oh my Leto, did you just make a “falling apart” pun, Ed? Hughes gripes that he’s stumbled into an extra-special kind of freak show. Give it up Hughes, we know you love them. And the State Alchemists are agreeing to not pass on Al’s state. Daw, you guys are the best! Well, Scar’s made his escape. But now they know he’s Ishvalan, and the Elrics are still alive. Things are ok. Oh, information on the Ishvalans, finally! Roy’s saying that the Ishvalans were a race of people who lived to the east, believing their god Ishvala was the one, absolute creator. So that’s who Scar prays to, not Leto? Map of the area, give me a sec. Looks like our character’s country is a rough circle, split into five areas (north, south, east, west, central), country named Drachma (isn’t that an ancient Greek coin?) to the north-west, another named Creta (like the island?) to the south-west, and along the eastern border is a Desert Area. Ishval was annexed to the country, giving me another concern about the government our protagonists work for. Then, thirteen years ago… *picture of a small bloody hand by a teddy bear* A military officer accidentally shot and killed an Ishvalan child, sparking a civil war. Shot of military police shooting as an Ishvalan man armed with a knife yells, the map shows the conflict covering the entire eastern sector. That led to military high-command… ordering the extermination of Ishval. Wow. Ok, um. I gathered that the government was a bit overbearing, but… did Fuhrer Bradley really order a genocide? We’ve got a shot of State Alchemists marching, I recognize the late Grand in the center. And is that a younger Armstrong marching in front of him, sans mustache? He’s got that tiny sprig of blond hair and is built like a tank, so I’m assuming that’s him. Marching next to him is a much skinnier black-haired guy with two bangs in front of his face, smirking. Yyyep, I’mma say that I don’t trust anyone who smiles while committing genocide. Camera pans down to three more Alchemists, I recognize Roy and Mr. Freeze but have no clue who this dwarf with a mohawk is. Manga character? Now it’s shots of Alchemists using their powers, Grand throwing out chains and Mr. Smiles apparently blowing up a crowd of screaming Ishvalans. Charming. Roy also snaps his fingers at a village. “Needless to say, the State Alchemists produced striking results.” Roy recognizes that in a sense, as an Ishvalan survivor Scar’s revenge is justified. Ed disagrees, saying that Scar’s attacking people who had nothing to do with it. Regardless, Scar’s trying to kill our characters, so next time there won’t be any talk. And no forgetting how your powers work, either! Roy. So, what’s the plan for the Elrics? They’re gonna keep moving, and before they progress with fixing their bodies they have to get their busted parts back to normal. Time to visit the mechanic. Hey, Winry! Guess we’ll see you next episode, then! “In order to repair their injured bodies, Ed and Al set off for their former home in Resembool, where they are met by their mechanics Winry and Pinako. On the way there they happen across-” Hold everything! Is that Armstrong I see in these shots? It is! We get an episode of Armstrong traveling with the Elrics! Yes! “-they happen across a doctor with a troubled past who may have clues to offer in the brother’s search for the Philosopher’s Stone. Next time, on Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood-” Episode Six: “Road of Hope” “What would young Ed discover, and how many questions will still remain to be answered?” Hey, you showed a picture of the Elric family with the father’s face covered. Rude. Pretty sure it’s the blonde bearded guy in the intro, but half expecting a twist like Scar being their actual dad. Who knows given this show.

#where my twin watches #wmtw #ranubis #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 5

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delcat177 · 4 years

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Text in captions, if that won’t read on text to voice please let me know <3

This is a half-year old, but I only paid Blobs Magician to help me out once and I’m fresh out of delicately painted acorns and he gave me commission rights so I’ll be tipping him a ziploc bag of goldfish later

I feel awkward writing about all of this--there was a bit of jealousy when I got my hyst (not projecting, I was told flat by a trans friend), and I worry that I may be making other people feel alone, anxious, or less-than in their gender by talking about it. If you feel that at all, please, stop right now. Don’t look in the mirror, because mirrors are scary. Like, really scary, they have ghosts or stuff probably, but also in the genders sense, so instead, look in your head. Look at your self. It’s in there, because it is you. What is happening to me now is a shell upgrade, a hermit crab moving domiciles. I was a boy once, then a young man, then a oldman, and now I’m a oldman with a society man shell. Never mistake the shell for the crab, go “hey crab, I like your shell, I hope you find the perfect shell, because you are the perfect inhabitant” and celebrate that crab. Because we are all crabs, and we are all beautiful, and we all deserve the shells that reflect us as individuals, and anyone who says otherwise can fuck off into a spiny urchin bush and not have a shell. Or. Something. Did I say I felt awkward? I AM awkward. But anyway, drive-in movie totals and such after cut, potential TMI, and protect yourself love yourself, you lovely crabs <333

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(ORIGINAL POST)

Alt-text: I'm always the last one to know

so uh

I'm a blithe idiot and somehow never processed or dared to dream that this was possible

which makes the timeline look SPECTACULARLY dumb but I was going through SO MANY LIFESTYLE CHANGES

HYST DATE: SEPTEMBER 28, 2016

2017: Me: Man, living in the townhouse has really amped up my leg game, all that up and down stairs.

Me: I'm down ten pounds since the hyst! Megan: That's probably your natural weight. Me: That or getting there. Not surprising, I'm not feeding the beast constantly.

Me: *punches Megan playfully in the arm* Megan: OW goddammit Del that hurt like SHIT! Me: oh my God I'm sorry I didn't mean to! Megan: It's okay, just be careful! Me: That's so weird I'm sorry D8

Me: man is it just me or am I good in bed lately? oh right I'm the only one here...I guess it's because I'm more confident?

Me: ghghjh my hair's thinning out at the temples, well been expecting that one for awhile, at least it waited for 30

2018:

Me: Holy shit, the stairs plus the shopping is paying off! My thighs are HUGE! I wonder if cracking a watermelon with these bad boys is hyperbole. I bet I could though. I BET.

Me: Down to 162 and holding, fuck you past doctors! I just needed ENERGY goddammit!

Me: Wow, I've lost a lot of weight from my face especially. That makes me super happy. Anyway better pluck these stray hairs. ...have I been yanking these more lately? Getting old is weird.

Me: (struggling with shorts) Megan: Do you need a belt? Me: I'M WEARING A BELT (lifts shirt to reveal belt double wrapped around hips) Megan: Well then Me: I just need to buy new shorts, my ass is just GONE Megan: In the meantime maybe pay attention to what underwear you have on Me: yeah thank God for boxers

Me: My acne scars are heck of acting up. I wish I hadn't picked at my face so much as a kid, I guess the pores are just kinda fucked, I've read about that happening.

2019:

Megan: New shorts look good Me: I am so bad at shopping Megan: At least you have them now Me: I'm an assless chap is all Megan: Go to bed Del Me: It's four in the afternoon

Me: My throat feels so *thick* lately. I haven't been hitting the vape that often, why does it feel weird? And why am I noticing my own voice more? I NEVER notice my own voice, I make a point of it. Am I subconsciously pitching it lower like I used to do talking on Skype because I'm more socially active? What is my brain I'm so AWKWARD Me: UGH I'm falling back into derma habits, I haven't picked in my face in years, I think I need to change cleansers. But...my face looks...good? I guess I had this hiding under that baby fat all these years. ...I guess? Me: Am I getting a hump from my bad computer posture? Shit. Me: Oh no, it's not a hump, my shoulders are starting to put on muscle! That's a relief. That must be from the...laundry? Carrying...laundry?

AUGUST 5, 2019: Me: (lying in bed) 2 + 2

Me: wait why am I putting on shoulder muscle now? I've been doing laundry for years, and it's never done that. And my legs didn't get this buff with a routine job where I was walking three hours a d--

Me:

AUGUST 14, 2019:

New Endocrinologist: We'll test your levels to make sure it isn't a pituitary gland issue or (some syndrome I've already forgotten the name of), and it could be because there's some small element of testosterone in the estrogen replacement, but the brain does produce androgens. We can definitely look into switching you to T if you want, but if it's facial hair you're worried about...well, once the follicle is there, it's there. These are irreversible changes.

Me: No on that then but irreversible,, like,, what I have now,, is forever,,,,,,,?

New Endocrinologist: Forever, and I would expect to continue to see muscle gains if you work out.

Me:

welcome to my second puberty please be aware it apparently involves as many mood swings as the first one but i'm tryin'

Since then, it’s been continuing confirm, confirm, confirm.

My acne turned out to be little follicles growing in odd places--not fullblown hair, just enough to irritate the skin while it was developing. Tiny tufts of 1-3 entirely white, downy hairs have popped up in a few places on my breasts. The real fuzz proliferation has been in the southern quarters--with all delicacy, there is no itch like the itch of hair beginning to grow anywhere sweat can proliferate, and I now understand why cis men scratch privates in public. Having NOT gone through a unified social experience with a peer group accepting of such measures, I am sure there is footage on grocery store cams of someone with an agonized expression walking like he has a weasel down his pants and worrying that 30 is early for hemorrhoids. Both have settled in for the most part, leaving me with a very fluffy, barely-there peach fuzz mustache that’s only noticeable in the right light, some spare hairs across my chin and neck that I keep in order, and a profound relief that I prefer boy shorts and swim trunks.

I went through a few weeks of being especially rank despite all the showering and was worried that was my new normal, but apparently T sweats be like that, and I’m back to smelling like...whatever I smell like, probably lavender with our fabric softener. I experienced what I believed was a relapse a month later that turned out to be a false positive--specifically, our thermostat was slowly dying and frog-boiling us until it got hot enough that my sister also went “dear God it is a sauna in here”, leading to replacement of the faulty element and another notch in the “my life is dumb” bedpost.

My face bonebs, which I frankly expected the least out of (when I wasn’t expecting at all), have slowly but surely been rearranging, a visual effect doubled by the much faster redistribution of fat. I honestly have no idea how this one works. I know more about dead bonebs than live ones. I would doubt it if I didn’t have pictures to back it up. I would say it’s easier to look in the mirror now, but I already stated my opinion on mirrors, do it too much and a skeleton will pop out. It WILL. My brain tells me this and it is never wrong about fears and or phobias. Don’t do it kids.

If there’s been a single most beautiful moment so far, it’s been getting back into Steven Universe after a long hiatus, opening my mouth to sing the opening like I did years ago, and realizing all at once that I was singing falsetto. I ran it back, dropped a register, and the first names I sang became those who would believe in me most. There were tears, and later, showing it off, there were fierce hugs. (Yes, the first ep I watched once I realized was Stevonnie, and YES GARNET GOING “GO HAVE FUN” wah)

I can’t begin to express the validation--I am no gender essentialist’s data point, this is MY experience and no one else’s, but I keep going “my aunt had a hyst and didn’t transition and I had one and I am because my brain makes androgens my brain makes androgens MY BRAIN MAKES ANDROGENS IT HAS BEEN MAKING ANDROGENS ALL THIS TIME IT HAS BEEN TRYING” and living in that, living in “not even SCIENCE is against me”, which is a tremendous thing as a scientist. (As a scientist, I would be a blithering dullard to claim this is the only thing that affects or proves my gender, and I do not. Again, TERFs fuck off. This is simply a very validating thing to me, personally, in my experience. I’m not thrilled that I have to underline that this hard dammit internet.)

What lies ahead is...I don’t know! I thought I was done changing, but the post I saw that nudged me to finally do this on here went “you may stop being able to cry for awhile” and this is Important because I have been trying to figure out if I have Sjogren’s but apparently I have androgens which is slightly easier to pronounce. I’m not sure how I feel about that, because transitioning is a lot of “I’m not sure how I feel about this” and then things being okay. I would definitely say that the more I learn, the easier it is to feel steady and normal, which is important because the mood swings have been REAL. This is more than I asked for or bargained for, but I still only have one regret, and that’s that my hyst scars are just slightly asymmetrical and it Bothers Me, but even that is growing on me.

I don’t know how to end this post. I love you all to death, and I hope if you’re seeking transition, you find it and twenty dollars, and if you’re not seeking transition, you still find twenty dollars. Thank you so much for you and all you do and are. Remember--you are great!

Unless you’re truscum. Then this post isn’t for you (dammit Internet) and you can fall off a boardwalk onto a dead fish. Have fun with that!

hekk

#trans #trans mtf #trans timeline #del is a trans guy #gender #gender*#blobs magician #i'm sorry this wasn't sooner i was shy aaaaa #you are all tock to me #and you are all wonderful crabs #let us go for a scuttle #longpost #long post #scrolling

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kimjoongs-main · 6 years

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reverse idol!jisung

↳ requested by: Anonymous

↳ type: bullet scenario

↳ warning(s): minor swearing

okay so you’re a member of a new girl group from SM, and you’re the main dancer

and our dear jisungie is an SM stan so when you guys first debuted he was there for it

jisung’s more of the super chill stan, but when he loves a group he l o v e s a group

at first he wasn’t too keen on your debut song, it didn’t necessarily fit his style of music much,,,,but then,,,,he went online and saw the fancam of you performing on stage and he just—

he fell in love instantly

jisung’s always been drawn to the dancers of the groups he stans bc he loves to dance himself

after watching your fancam, he immediately started to learn it,,,,and who’s part did he learn???? yours ofc :)

oh yeh i forgot to mention jisung has a dance cover account that he shares with his bff chenle, and sometimes jeno and jaemin make an appearance too

he called chenle up on the phone and was like “dude come over now we have new choreo to learn” and his excitement got chenle all excited too and he zoomed all the way to jisung’s house

these two spent like...2 hours learning the dance and then they fINALLY got it

after practicing a bit more, jisung decided it was good enough to record and post and that’s what they did

as they waited for the video to load, chenle asked “hey, wouldn’t it be cool if they noticed us?” and jisung just gives his best friend this look like nuh uh that’ll never happen and chenle just shrugs “you never know ji”

bUT LITTLE DID EITHER OF THEM KNOW,,,,CHENLE WAS ACTUALLY RIGHT BC THE VERY NEXT MORNING JISUNG RECEIVED AN ONSLAUGHT OF TEXTS FROM THE GC

he opened his phone and the first thing he saw was a picture jaemin sent him and he almost dropped his phone

bc the picture was a screenshot from your group’s ig story that showed you and another member from your group watching jisung and chenle’s cover of their song

and the caption written on the bottom said “wow! we’re glad to see how talented our fans are~ you guys did amazing!”

and yeah it was safe to say jisung almost fainted right then and there bc wHAT??? HE’S BEEN NOTICED??? AND BY YOU OF ALL PEOPLE????

he doesn’t even bother replying to the gc, he just kinda flops on top of his bed and stuffs his face in his blanket

he couldn’t focus at all at school that day and somehow ended up getting detention and chenle had to step up and defend his ass

after that incident, jisung’s love for you and your group only continued to grow and he was no longer a casual stan, but a full-fledged one

whenever you guys had a comeback, he would stay up late waiting for the mv to drop and when it did he’d just fanboy while flailing your lightstick around like an idiot

unfortunately he never had the opportunity or the money to attend any of your fansigns, fanmeets, or concerts

so he would just support through a phone/computer screen :’)

bUT ONE DAY chenle managed to score two spots at your upcoming fansigning and ofc he asked jisung to come w him on the condition that he bought chenle’s lunch for the next week and jisung just kinda died right then and there

this kid couldn’t tone down his excitement, so much so that renjun threatened to tie him to a chair so he’d stop moving

however the day finally came and jisung was just super super happy and on the car ride there he made his mom play your newest album and he and chenle just screamed the lyrics inside the car

once they got to the venue, jisung started bouncing around getting all excited and his hair kept floofing up and down w him :(

even chenle had to put his hands on jisung’s shoulders to calm him down just a bit

but once the line started moving, chenle couldn’t contain his excitement anymore either

they made their way inside along w the rest of the fans and sat down in their seats, waiting for you to come out

while they were chilling for a few minutes, chenle turns to jisung w this huge grin on his face and asks him if he thinks you’ll recognize them from the video

at first jisung gets all excited at the thought of it, but then he realizes

that video was posted a while ago and i bet they’ve seen more, better dance covers than ours so it’s highly unlikely they’ll recognize us

jisung starts pouting and tells chenle what he thinks and pretty soon they’re both just clutching onto your album and pouting

but that all goes away when some fans start freaking out and jisung strains his neck to see what’s going on and then he just freezes

bc “holy crap chenle omgomgokg they’re coming out omg” and jisung loses all his cool and starts hitting chenle rapidly on the shoulder

jisung’s never understood what the word starstruck meant,,,,until now

bc there you were, standing on the small platform w your members, a big beautiful and bright smile plastered on your face as you wave shyly to the fans

he almost drops the album he’s holding lol

but anyways, you guys each introduce yourself and jisung has to restrain himself from freaking out when it’s your turn

his other hand is currently gripping chenle’s so hard that chenle’s hand is turning white, but do either of them care at this point?? the answer is no

after introductions, you and your members sit down at the long table and soon fans start lining up to meet you

jisung and chenle are somewhere in the middle so it doesn’t take long before it’s their turn

you’re the last one at the table and the closer jisung gets to you the faster his heart races and his hands start to get clammy bc omg you’re literally two feet away from someone send help i feel dizzy

but then :’) he reaches you :’) and the smile that you give him :’) makes his heart flutter :’)

“hi! nice to meet you” you greet him and jisung shyly responds back, his nerves getting the best of him

you gently take the album from his fingers and open it to your pictures, looking up once again and asking him for his name

“oh,,,,my name’s j-jisung...park jisung” he manages to get out

but upon hearing his name,,,,,you freeze,,,,the tip of your marker hovering over the page as you whip your head up to stare at him in shock

jisung’s taken aback by your reaction and his furrows his eyebrows “is...is something wrong?” he asks and you just lean forward and narrow your eyes at him

“your name...i recognize that name...you wouldn’t happen to be the park jisung, would you? the one who does all those yt covers?”

...

jisung.exe has stopped working

i’m not kidding,,the kid just stopped

stopped blinking,,,,,stopped talking,,,,,,,stopped breathing—

you’re starting to get kinda worried so you laugh nervously “um, you okay jisung?” and that immediately snaps him out of it

he clears his throat and answers shakily “uhh yeah...that’s me...” and then he reaches up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly, refusing to meet your eyes

but then you brighten up instantly and you’re like “omg i’ve been a huge fan of yours! after i saw that dance cover you did with your friend, he was the one who was just here right, i watched your other videos and you’re so talented!”

jisung.exe has stopped working,,,,,again

okay not rlly but after hearing what you said jisung just kinda !!! and his heart goes wee bc holy shit you recognized him and even complimented him on his dancing

YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, THE ONE HE’S BEEN A HUGE FAN OF SINCE YOUR DEBUT JUST SAID THEY WERE A FAN OF HIS AND CALLED HIM TALENTED—

unfortunately, the moment was short-lived as your manager began rushing jisung to go so that the line could keep moving

but before he left, he told you “thank you so much that means so much coming from you!” and you flash him a sweet, genuine smile before turning to the fan in front of you

jisung almost tripped walking down from the platform, luckily chenle was there and he was watching the whole thing

when jisung came down, chenle just raised his eyebrows at him in confusion but jisung had this goofy grin plastered on his face and a dazed look in his eyes

once the two of them get back to their seats, chenle violently shakes jisung and is like “wtf happened up there why do you look like you just the lord himself jisung sNAP OUT OF IT”

and jisung just,,,,he looks at chenle and starts squirming and smiling sosososo big bc “chenle they recognized me! they recognized both of us, from the dance account! THEY SAID I WAS TALENTED”

and chenle just loses it and the two of them silently fanboy in their seats and the other fans just stare at them like wtf???

but the rest of the fansign, jisung’s just a happy little bean and your comment filled him with an infinite amount of motivation and he knew that once he got home he was going to practice and improve his dancing

soon the event comes to a close and you and your members walk up to the edge kf the platform again, thanking all the fans for coming and then making your way off stage

but before you leave, you see jisung and chenle and your eyes light up, and you unconsciously give the two of them a double thumbs up

which didn’t go unnoticed by either of them ofc

later on, when jisung gets home he immediately goes to his room and flops down on his bed and sighs happily

today might have been one of the best days of his life bc not only did he get to meet you in person, but you even recognized him and complimented him on his dancing

he looks over to the side and sees the album that he brought w him resting on his pillow

jisung rolls over and grabs the album, flipping through the pictures and stopping at the one you signed, expecting to see your signature

but no,,,,that’s not all

bc at the very bottom, right underneath your autograph,,,,is a mesage

“hey, it was so cool meeting you today! i can’t wait to see your dance cover of our new song ;) haha, just kidding! keep doing what you’re doing jisung, i’m you’re #1 supporter!”

jisung’s stomach does a flip again and his cheeks start to flush like skfkdkakwl wow

he takes a minute or a hundred and just kinda,,,,stares at his ceiling

but then suddenly he shoots up and grabs his laptop, searching thru yt until he finds the video he’s looking for: your dance practice

a few days later, you’re scrolling thru your twitter feed when you receive a yt notification

recognizing the channel, you gasp and immediately tap on it

seconds later, a video of jisung pops on the screen and the familiar sound of the bass fills your ears as you watch, fascinated by how flawlessly he executed the moves

once the video finishes, your finger moves to tap on the replay button and again, you’re just mesmerized by jisung’s talent and passion for dancing

you couldn’t help yourself at this moment so you hit the share button on the video and posted it on your twitter w the caption: “park jisung never disappoints 👍🏼”

#nct #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct au #nct dream au #jisung scenarios #jisung #1000 follower milestone

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canonverse-yoi-fics · 6 years

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Hi yoi fics! I was searching for Yuri!!!On Ice fanfics to read when I crossed your path. And it's even. There is everything. Thanks so much for storing these! May I ask what you're all time favorite is? (I know, it's hard) 😂😂😂

First. I love your blog. Had a mini heart attack when I saw your ask.

Also, that’s too hard! Can I make like… Favorite 10 fics? I will do that, because I will not choose a favorite. Also, they’re all different in gerne, so my fave would also depend on my mood. Anyway, in alphabetical order, here’s my 10 favorite yoi fics!

A Hundred Flowers In Bloom by Chiharu | M | Leo/Guang-Hong, Yuuri/Victor | 9k

The 2022 Beijing Olympics open on the fourth day of Chinese New Years with twelve lines of lion dancers forming into a dragon.

This year, Guanghong only has three resolutions: to not drop the flag on international television, to win Olympic gold for China, and to fall out of love with Leo.

-I’m a really big figure skating fan (hence why I watched yoi), and when the Olympics came around I started reading a lot of fics set in the Olympics and this one really touched my heart. Especially since fics with “minor” ships tend to be short one-shots and this one just really did it for me. Like wow, I mostly just stick to Viktuuri fics, but LeoJi is a weakness.-

a little room to breathe by qynntessence | T | Yuuri/Victor | 9k WIP

Viktor blows his nose wetly and blushes, turning away from Yuuri’s kind eyes. “Can-Can I have another tissue?” He blows his nose again, a thick, congested sound, which turns into thick, congested sneezing. “I’m sorry, I know it can’t be much fun to take care of your sick fiancé when you have a cold. Asthma sucks.”

In which Yuuri has a cold (and also anxiety), Viktor has the flu (and also asthma), and they’re messy and in love and try their best.

-Everyone loves a good sick!fic, me included, and this is my fave sick!fic. And I have resigned myself to it never being completed T.T, but even just the two chapters that are up have been enough to fulfill my needs. Please give the writer some love so that they may get inspiration to finish it!!-

A Voice in the Distance by torikabori | T | Yuuri/Victor | 17k WIP

In which a soulmate connection has three parts: a shared heartbeat, some secondhand emotions, and a sense of when your soulmate is looking at you.

Each has its inconveniences– especially when one half of the pair is famous, the other has anxiety, and they’re born several timezones apart.

-So, I don’t really do AUs, but a good soulmate AU can never do me wrong, and this one. Oh boy. It’s definitely my favorite (soulmate) AU. It fits amazingly with the canon universe, and the very concept of it is so amazingly thought out and well-written. Ugh. It’s so good.-

Before It Burns Me Numb by ilarual | G | Yuuri/Victor | 16k WIP

“What do you mean, you had a crush on me?” Yuuri asks. “We’d never even met before the Grand Prix Final last year.”

Following their engagement, Victor tells Yuuri the story of how he met, fell for, and pined after Japan’s Ace. Not necessarily in that order.

An Ep10 coda… with a twist.

-I’m a big fan of Viktor being a fan of Yuuri pre-series, and this fic is just very cute about it, and also gives a good insight into Viktor’s life pre-series :D-

i’m just going to the store by bosbie | T | Yuuri/Victor | 7k

Accidental masked vigilante Victor Nikiforov.

Or: how Victor’s impulsiveness backfires and creates one of the greatest living internet memes to ever come out of Russia.

-oh man, where do I even begin with this one. It’s so absolutely ridiculous that if I ever find myself in a bad mood, this fic is sure to cheer me up because it is hilarious.-

katsuki_fc wrote by tetsurashian | G | Yuuri/Victor | 12k

Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t.

-Social Media fics in YoI is one of my all-time weaknesses. I adore the fan-based aspect of it, as well as it sometimes being a clever way to call out haters. It’s also incredibly immersive and it’s a great way to get into the yoi -verse yourself. This is probably the one YoI fic I’ve read the most, and I have no shame about that.-

Tantalus, Reaching by chellethewriter | T | Yuuri/Victor | 17k

When Viktor Nikiforov arrives in Hasetsu, he expects the Katsuki Yuuri from the banquet – the shameless, sensual dancer who made Viktor feel alive for the first time in years. Instead, he finds a different Katsuki Yuuri – a boy who lacks confidence and flinches at Viktor’s touch.In Viktor’s determination to reconcile these contrastive personalities, he realizes two things: one, that first impressions are not everything, and two, that he may or may not be in love with every side of Yuuri.

(In other words, a retelling of the series that chronicles how a five-time Grand Prix champion might attempt to woo a somewhat oblivious Japanese figure skater.)

-Another weakness of mine: YoI told from Viktor’s perspective. And this one. Oh my. It has everything. Viktor pining. Yuuri being the absolute worst pov character and also an oblivious heart-breaker. Viktor pining. It’s just really good.-

The Bulge (Don’t Bring a Weapon to a Public Beach) by nagoyadelay | M | Yuuri/Victor | 2k

Victor posts a photo of Yuuri on instagram without realizing that it’s somewhat suggestive.

A thirsty skating fandom collectively loses their shit.

-Humor is my go-to genre in the yoi fandom for reasons I myself don’t quite understand - perhaps I just want to see all my faves have fun rather than suffer for once? But this one combines Humor with Social Media, and that’s just a double KO for me. And, of course, it’s wonderfully written as well.-

This Curious Condition Called Love by xtwilightzx | T | Yuuri/Victor | 16k

The bite of pancake is delightfully buttery, with a tang from the cheese curds. Yuuri isn’t sure what his expression is like, but Victor’s smile brightens, and his phone goes up.

“Say syrniki!”

That photo’s going to end up on Instagram in less than a minute. Yuuri ducks, and when Victor whips his phone to follow, Yuuri grabs Victor’s elbow and drags him over so they’re both caught in the shot. Victor laughs, a long line of warmth mashed up against Yuuri’s side. He tucks his arm around Yuuri’s waist and raises his phone again.

Victor uses variations of the same caption every time: Reexploring St. Petersburg with #katsukiyuuri #oneplateatatime

“You’re ridiculous,” Yuuri whispers, after the camera goes off.

Victor smiles. “Ridiculous, but yours.”

(Yuuri has done the transcontinental uprooting of his life twice before and it’s never easy, but this time there are photos plastered all over Victor’s social media, explorations into Russian cuisine, shenanigans with the Russian figure skating national team, calls and messages from friends and family, and Victor, always.

Victor, on the other hand, mostly copes by watching Yuuri adapt to life in St. Petersburg).

-Now, if you put a gun to my head and asked what my fave is, this would probably be my answer. This, for me, is the perfect post-season story. I can’t even begin to describe how much and why I love this fic, but it is absolutely amazing, and it’s a shame that more people don’t know about it. Please read it!-

Winter Song by proantagonist | E | Yuuri/Victor | 156k

The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words.

Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend.

There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.

-I think everyone knows this one, so I’m honestly not even going to explain why this is on my list. But. It’s amazing.-

#fic rec #yoi fic rec #YOI #victor nikiforov #victuuri #Viktor Nikiforov #viktuuri #Katsuki Yuuri #yuuri katsuki #Yuri on ice #leoji #ask #yoi-is-my-heaven

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likeshipsonthesea · 6 years

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A continuation of Ooby Dooby, this thing I wrote where Nursey accidentally tells single-father Dex that he has a child, too. Oops. Also the title is from another children’s song (Ring-Around-the-Rosie) and is meant to signify Nursey falling even further down the hole he dug himself. Oops again.

*~*~*

Finding a toddler to borrow for a certain amount of time is more difficult than Nursey would’ve thought. Like, he thought it would be really hard to start with, but it turns out its even harder than that. None of his friends have kids, as they’re all fairly young and/or like to drink their cares away for the majority of their weekends, and it’s not like Nursey can just go to a cat-shelter type establishment and pick out a cute two-to-three year old who might possibly look like they share his genes.

He flirted, briefly, with the idea of putting an ad on Craigslist, but not only did the idea of what he’d get in response scare him into double-checking the locks on his apartment’s front door but he’s also pretty sure that someone in some kind of government room with no windows and a thousand computer screens is monitoring shit that goes down on Craigslist, and Nursey really doesn’t want to be put on any kind of list that makes flying even harder than it already is.

Dex texts him, a few days following their meeting- days Nursey has spent debating on whether or not he can die of heartbreak from a guy he’s spent not even an hour with- and he sends a picture of Parker wearing his Spider-man pajamas. It’s probably the most adorable thing Nursey has ever seen in his life, Parker looking so proud of himself with this huge grin on his face, sitting on a rug that looks old and homey, in his apparently favorite outfit. Dex captions it with he wanted me to make sure you knew how cool his pjs were. Nursey dies with cuteness and tells Dex to let Parker know that they are, indeed, the coolest pajamas in existence, and hopes that this isn’t a tit-for-tat type situation in which Nursey is expected to reciprocate with a cute picture of his own adorable, superhero-loving, non-existent kid.

Nursey lets himself into Jack’s apartment, hating himself and also craving some pie for some weird reason. He collapses on the couch with a pitiful sigh-groan-whimper and Jack, who is sat next to him, looks constipated, which he usually does when faced with emotions. He reaches out awkwardly and pats at Nursey’s shoulder, which is actually pretty nice so Nursey gives him a weak smile.

“No luck in the toddler search?” Jack asks, then winces at himself as he realizes how weird what he just said was.

Nursey sighs again. “No. It’s almost like parents don’t want to give their kids away to strange men so they can get dates. Go figure.”

“Thirdy said you could babysit his daughter if you want,” Jack says, a little hopeful. “Mostly because he wants to know how it is going to turn out.” Nursey loves Jack, he really does, because there’s only so many friends that would actually ask their coworkers if his friend could borrow their baby for a bit.

“I told Dex I had a son,” Nursey says, waving his hand for no reason. “But thanks anyway.”

“Marty has a son,” Jack says, almost like he’s thinking to himself. He winces again, momentarily forgetting that this isn’t the weirdest fucking situation ever.

Nursey gives Jack a flat look, which isn’t fair because Jack is trying to help but- “I show up with a white baby and he’s definitely going to think I’m more of a creeper than I already am.”

“I don’t see what the big issue is,” Holster says, returning from Jack’s kitchen with a giant bowl of popcorn. Shitty trails behind him, a similarly sized bowl of chocolate covered pretzels in his hands. Lardo has a three six-packs of beer in her hands, which she quickly dumps across the coffee table for everyone to grab. Nursey looks at them and whines to himself. He doesn’t even feel like drinking, he’s so upset. “You met the guy, what? Once for like an hour? Just never talk to him again.”

“I can’t just-” Nursey cuts himself off with a whine and reflops onto the couch, because he’s apparently regressed into childhood maturity once again. He briefly wonders if he could pass his own self off as his son and then hurts his head thinking about the logistics for a minute. “I- you didn’t see him. He’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Shitty raises his eyebrows. “More beautiful than Jack?” Nursey nods solemnly and Shitty swears. “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“You can’t risk being arrested because he’s pretty,” Lardo says, throwing away a can of beer she’s already finished even though they haven’t even started the movie yet.

“It’s not just that,” Nursey mumbles, fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt. “He’s really good with his kid and he’s funny and he plays hockey, and I don’t know.” He shrugs, looking up at Lardo and feeling embarrassed and vulnerable and shitty. “I just felt good being around him. I- everything was okay for a little bit.”

Lardo, who has dealt with Nursey’s shit almost as much as Shitty, considers him for a moment. Nursey lets her look her fill, baring his soul to her even though he knows she can see it whenever she wants. After a few heavy moments, she finally shakes her head. “Derek,” she says, her voice soft, “if you really do like this guy, you can’t pretend that you’re a father. It would ruin any chance you had.”

“Yeah, brah, fake babies are good for a one-and-done but long-term?” Shitty makes a face. “Not kosh.”

“But what do I tell him?” Nursey says, whining more but mostly just because why not.

“The truth,” Jack says, his voice quiet but firm, and he gives Nursey a reassuring smile when Nursye turns to look at him. “If he’s worth it, he’ll see how sw’awesome you are despite the whole-” Jack winces again, “-lying about having a kid thing.”

Nursey sniffles, wiping at a nonexistent tear. “That was beautiful.”

“Group hug!” Shitty cheers, then jumps onto the couch like a starfish. Nursey coughs all the air out of his lungs, and before he can rectify it, Holster and Lardo join the pile. Nursey and Jack are busy complaining, loudly and with much laughter, that it’s too much weight, then Shitty starts sobbing because he accuses them of calling him fat, and it’s at that moment that Ransom bursts into the apartment, grinning from ear to ear.

“Tell me I’m the best bro,” he says.

“You’re the best bro,” Holster says without pause.

“Want to know why I’m the best bro?” Ransom asks. Before anyone responds, he continues, “Because only the bestest of best bros could help his bro get a little bro to take to a bro date with another bro!”

Nursey blinks confused. What does bro even mean at this point? Holster, it seems, is better at deciphering it. “You found a toddler?” he asks, shock and awe in his voice. Nursey panics momentarily, wondering what “found a toddler” means. Like, a friend of a friend promised to lend the baby to a stranger for an afternoon kind of found, or like, someone left a stroller unattended at a grocery store and now the whole cast of Law and Order: SVU is going to be at their door in a few minutes kind of found?

“It might be cool to meet Mariska Hargitay,” he mumbles to himself. Everyone else, who is used to his mumblings, begins inquiring via yelling how exactly Ransom found a toddler.

“My sis is going on vacation and I convinced her to let me babysit my nephew while she and her wife go to Paris.” Ransom grins, incredibly proud of himself, and Nursey is thankful and he feels bad but-

“Thanks, brah, but I kinda decided to nix the fake baby idea.”

Ransom deflates. “Dude. Now I have a toddler for a week all by myself.”

“You love Wade,” Holster protests. “We can dress him up like Broadway characters again.”

Ransom winces. “Yeah, Sabrina nixed that after the Pippin ones. Gave her a bad vibe.” And he shakes his head, changing the subject physically. “And yeah, I love Wade, coolest little dude who can’t form sentences, but, like, for an afternoon, a day at most. A whole week is going to be brutal.” He collapses in the armchair, already exhausted at the mere thought of entertaining a toddler for an extended period of time.

“I could help you watch him,” Nursey suggests. “It is my fault you’ve got him in the first place, and I still need to do research for the book anyway.” Nursey doesn’t know why he’s doing this; he has no experience with kids and he’s probably just going to make the whole thing worse, but maybe a part of him is hoping that if he gets enough practice hours with a baby, Dex will be more inclined to let him into his and Parker’s lives. Possibly. Improbably. Would you let a guy who lied about having a son to look less creepy about watching children play in a park around your toddler? Nursey would, but he might be biased.

“Sw’awesome!” Ransom cheers. “Bro-parenting.”

“Bro,” Holster says, wounded. “I thought we were gonna be bro-parents.”

“That’s when we have our own kids,” Ransom says, like it’s obvious, and Holster is apparently pacified. The rest of the people on the couch exchange looks; they’re not sure if Holster and Ransom are actually dating and just never thought it pertinent to inform any of them or if they’re just planning to keep living together forever, bros ‘til death do they go off to the big kegster in the sky.

“When does Wade get here?” Nursey asks to change the subject.

“Tomorrow,” Ransom says. His eyes go wide and excited. “We can go to the aquarium!”

*~*~*

Okay, so, babies? Much cuter in the abstract than the physical. Like, meeting Wade, A+ experience. His mothers had cleaned him of any and all fluids, deceiving Nursey into thinking babies were generally clean. Guess what? Not true. They were pushing the stroller along, happily pointing out all the fish to a Wade who probably had no idea what was happening aside from colors! Then all of a sudden there was spit-up and crying (mostly Nursey and Ransom’s) and then Ransom was abandoning Nursey to “go get paper towels” and Nursey was left alone with the crying, vomit-covered toddler in his arms.

He’s hastily rummaging through the stroller, looking for anything aside from his own t-shirt for something to get the vomit off of Wade’s face, ignoring the judging looks from the moms around him. Fuck them, he thinks, at least my kid is the cutest out of all of them. He glances around to make sure and he’s totally got the cutest kid, sans-vomit. Wade’s got these huge chubby baby cheeks and a happy wide smile, with short curly hair and the most adorable button nose there’s ever been.

“Except maybe for Dex’s, kid,” Nursey tells Wade just as he finds a thing of wet-wipes. He manages to finagle a wipe out of it with some vigorous jerking that makes Wade giggle. “He’s got a very cute nose,” Nursey informs him, rubbing at the vomit, and it’s actually going away! Score one for Nursey, zero for toddler digestive tracts. “And there’s all these freckles over it, I bet you in the summer he gets thousands of them.”

“Fishy,” Wade says happily, pointing at a Nemo looking thing behind him.

“Yes, fishy,” Nursey says, proud of Wade’s developmental skills even though he has no right to be. He throws the vomit-wipe into the trash can to their left and then tickles Wade’s tummy, making him shriek with glee. “This is what fishy kisses feel like,” he says seriously, which just makes Wade giggle more.

Wade leans in and smacks a kiss to Nursey’s cheek, which is endearing even with the lingering smell of puke, and Nursey gives him a warm smile as Wade pats at the place he just kissed with his chubby baby hand.

Then Nursey hears, “Nursey!” in an excited, high-pitched voice, and he turns just in time to see Parker running up to him and stopping just before he barrels into Nursey’s knees.

“Parker.” Nursey blinks down at him, shocked considerably. Last night, Nursey and Parker’s father were texting like crazy, going from talking about hockey to books Nursey loved and Dex complained about to Marvel movies and more. It was so easy, companionable and flirty and comfortable. Nursey spent most of the night afterwards agonizing over if he was going to explain his lie to Dex or just not respond to anymore texts, and now here Parker is, bright and smiling and-and sans-Dex.

Nursey looks up and around, eyes programmed to lock onto that gorgeous fiery hair, and he finds Dex looking panicked a few tanks over. He raises a hand in the air and calls Dex’s name until Dex looks over, his eyes locking on Nursey. He jogs over, pushing his way through extended families and stroller walls. When he’s within earshot, he hears Dex asking, “Have you seen Park-”

“Daddy, it’s Nursey!” Parker cheers, bouncing on his feet. Dex instantly floods with relief, his shoulders loosening and his expression relaxing. He kneels down onto the ground and hugs Parker close, his eyes closing as he squeezes.

“You scared me, Parker. Don’t run away from me like that.” Dex pulls back and Parker’s lip is wobbling a little.

“I’m sowwy,” he says, blinking rapidly. Then he points up at Nursey. “Nursey here.”

Dex squeezes at Parker’s shoulders for a few seconds, not able to look away from him, probably still half-panicked from losing him, but eventually he pulls his eyes away to look up at Nursey and offer a tired, almost self-deprecating smile. He stands up, taking Parker with him so now they’re both standing with babies in their arms, and Nursey almost forgot about Wade until he waves, big and obnoxious, over at Parker.

“Hi!” he says, cheerful, and Parker seems a little shy, ducking his head, but he does wave back, just a little spasm of his fingers, and it’s probably the most adorable interaction Nursey’s seen in his life.

“Oh, this is Wade,” Nursey says, remembering his manners. “Wade, this is Parker and Dex.”

“Hi!” Wade says again, and Dex smiles fondly. Nursey is almost jealous of Wade in that second. How dare a toddler get Dex’s fond eyes when Nursey doesn’t? He may possibly be crazy. I made up a toddler, he thinks, I’m definitely crazy.

Fuck, Nursey thinks as he realizes, Dex probably thinks Wade is my kid. Oh shit, oh fucking shit, how the hell is he going to dig himself out this? He was going to tell Dex he lied- or never talk to him again, he hadn’t decided yet- and it’s so much creepier to explain when he’s been spotted with a toddler that is not his own. Oh, yeah, I just like to hang out around children’s playgrounds alone during my free time and I just have this random toddler who’s my friend’s sister’s kid, a friend who just happens to not be here right now, haha, he’s totally real, this isn’t just a story I made up to explain away my kidnapping of this child, I would never make up something like, that’s almost as ridiculous as making up the existence of a child, who would do that, hahaha.

He is so fucked.

“Hi Wade,” Dex says, his voice softer somehow. “Do you like the fishes?”

“Fishy!” Wade says, which Nursey thinks is an affirmative. “Nemo,” he adds, solemnly, and Parker seems to understand because he nods back seriously. Dex shakes his head and gives Nursey a look, like kids, right? and Nursey tries to nod like a father would but he has like absolutely zero idea of what that would look like.

“My friend Chowder really likes the aquarium, and he conditioned Parker into loving sharks, so this is a weekly trip for us,” Dex says, faux-exasperated but mostly just pleased.

“This is our first time,” Nursey says, because lies fit in his mouth easily. He adjusts Wade on his waist. “We like it for the most part.” Then Nursey thinks for a second and amends, “The jellyfish exhibit was dark.”

“Dark scary,” Wade says.

“Weally scawy,” Parker agrees, and they exchange a happy, oblivious child smile.

Just then, Ransom comes bounding up to them, a wad of paper towels clutched in his hand. “I found-” He pauses, noticing the puke-less toddler in Nursey’s arms.

Nursey shrugs. “There were wet-wipes in the cart.”

“You couldn’t have texted a bro to let him know?” Ransom grumbles, throwing out the towels in the nearby trashcan.

“Jus’in,” Wade cheers, making grabby hands for Ransom. Ransom takes him easily from Nursey, and Nursey hopes that it doesn’t make it seem like his own “son” likes Ransom better than him.

“This is Ransom,” Nursey says, looking back to Dex- and God he’s pretty, how is Nursey ever going to walk away from Dex and Parker without dying inside- and seeing the amicable smile Dex offers Ransom. “Ransom, this is Dex and Parker.”

“The Dex and Parker?” Ransom has a shitty grin on his face, and Nursey feels his face warm (though it’s probably not a visible blush). Dex, on the other hand, flushes across his nose and cheeks in a pleasant, soft pink that Nursey wants to memorize. “I’ve heard a lot about you guys,” Ransom adds, probably as payback for the time Nursey helped Holster fill the pockets of his salmon shorts with actual salmon. Ransom leans in a little towards Parker. “I hear you’ve got some pretty sw’awesome Spider-Man PJs?”

“Spider-Man!” Parker cheers, and proceeds to ramble about superheros for a few minutes, to which Wade responds in kind, and as they have their own conversation (with Ransom watching and interjecting as he pleases, because both he and Holster are most comfortable in the presence of toddlers), Nursey manages to talk to Dex about the newest Marvel movie out, which leads to them talking about representation in media, and diversity and the importance of kids having role-models who look like them, and, just.

Dex speaks so carefully, choosing his words deliberately and trying to get what he means across so Nursey can understand easily, and Nursey can picture them talking about their days and Parker’s drawings and movies and pointless things and important things and he just wants, wants to have the chance to talk to Dex for- for as long as Dex will let him. And he realizes, with startling horror, that he is never going to get that. Because he made up the existence of a person and now he can’t even explain it because Dex caught him with a toddler (that Nursey once again lied about and passed off as his own), and, just. Halfway into their conversation, Nursey starts mourning the relationship he and Dex will never have.

Ransom’s phone goes off, and he tells Nursey that they need to get back for lunch with the gang, and Nursey tries not to whine pitifully at the thought of leaving Dex. Dex doesn’t seem to have the same qualms. He says, “Yeah, we’d better get going, too. But we should set up a playdate sometime.”

Nursey is going to say no, he is, but Dex looks so hopeful, and the expression is mirrored on Parker’s little face, and fuck, but, “Sure.” Nursey can feel Ransom staring at the side of his face and studiously ignores him.

Dex lights up, as do Parker and Wade. “I get off work early on Tuesday,” Dex says. “We could do around four if you’re free?”

“Sounds great,” Nursey says, thinking you’re an idiot, you’re an idiot, you’re an- “We can work out the details tonight.”

“See you then.” Dex is smiling, casual but devastatingly beautiful as always. He adjusts Parker in his arms. “Say bye, Park.”

“Bye-bye!” Parker waves goodbye, and Wade mirrors it with a big smile. Dex waves, too, and then they’re both disappearing into the crowd. Nursey deflates as soon as he can’t see the back of Dex’s head anymore.

“Dayum, Nursey, you’ve got it bad.”

“Yeah.” Nursey sighs. He’s so fucked.

“Fishy,” Wade says, almost consolingly, patting at Nursey’s shoulder. That helps.

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Gladiolus (M) Ch. 1

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader Genre/ Rating: smut and fluff/ mature (18+) Word Count: 3.8k ***WARNING: mature themes (daddy kink), strip/bar/club!AU Summary: Being the girlfriend of a club owner sounds like fun. Free booze, free parties, free company. But none of that matters at the end of the night when the lights turn on and he comes home smelling like the life of the party.

11:12 PM.

Just another three hours until bar close, followed by sixty minutes of closing hour. Then half an hour to clear out the stragglers. Cleaning up will take at least another 90 minutes. A twenty-three minute drive home.

Namjoon has developed a habit in counting down the seconds in the moments he’s away from you. The man loves nothing more than crawling into your shared sheets at sunrise to wake you with morning kisses and breakfast he has picked up along the way. Your day starts early, by the time he’s done showering you with love and affection, you’re in a rush to redress in more appropriate undergarments and work attire. He’s left to clean up the scattered breakfast that never quite seem to make it into your stomachs, but fills him up entirely. If he’s not drunk on your love, his stomach is full with butterflies you hatch as you kiss his cheek goodbye in your white coat. God, he loves you in that white coat.

In his mind, Namjoon already has you bent over and on the brink of ecstasy. You have formally forgiven him for this morning’s trivial spat that began over “not squeezing the toothpaste correctly” (it’s from the bottom up, by the way) and his left hand is holding your waist steady while his right is entangled in your hair as it pushes your moaning breath further into the pillow with each pounding action of his thick hips. His lips visit the back of your shoulder in a wet reward for taking him in so well. Each touch elicits a guttural sound between your exasperated pants, a muffled vibration that seems to resemble his name.

“Joonie, Joon-ah.”

At least, that’s what he hopes it’ll be like when he returns home this upcoming morning.

Namjoon had to leave in the middle of the discourse, leaving it unresolved and to sink in as he made his way to work. It was just toothpaste for Christ sake. Nothing to get so worked up about. He hated leaving you in an angry mess, but try as he might, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of such angst much less anything to hold onto with such resentful conviction. He figures it’s another one of your shared and misguided arguments brought on by stress that will blow over by the time he gets home. You’ve always been one to take on more than you can handle and Namjoon’s own mind has be preoccupied searching for the next best step for the club.

Namjoon takes a look around his office, music threatening against his door, reminding him of the company he has to entertain tonight. He takes a final glance at his phone, his last message left on read, breathes a heavy sigh of sobriety, and returns to the fancy limbo of his own creation.

[8:15 PM] Namjoon: Goodnight princess. Daddy will see you when he get’s home. {read}

The smell of hookah and alcohol is mesmerizing, nostalgic if he wasn’t exposed to it three nights a week. It reminds him of a time when he looked forward to the blacked out nights and the youthfulness it instilled; a time when he was on the other side, enjoying the booze and spending money he didn’t have. Now he was the owner, the boss kicking out drunks and allowing pretty, high-end tails in at his discretion.

The club is in its normal state, busy and hectic. There’s a bachelor party going on that is obviously more for the friends than the groom-to-be. Namjoon chuckles under his breathe as he recognizes the loudest one as Jackson, a companion you made during one of your rotations.

“Namjoon! My man!” He drunkenly shouts, calling Namjoon over with hands. “Come down a drink with us! I’d say it’s on us, but it’s your house, so I guess it’s on you.” The blonde haired man’s words come out slurred as he downs a double shot of rum and whisks is eyes to the stage where one of Namjoon’s dancer’s has just began her show. “Wow, she’s a hottie. Look at her hips move.”

“Yeah, that’s Rose,” Namjoon replied, unfazed by the dancer’s movements. “She’s got a slot open if you want to surprise your friend. I’d book her soon though. She sells out quick.”

“Who? For Jaehyung? Nah,” Jackson laughs hysterically at the thought. “That boy is too in love with his fiancee to even look at anyone else. Coming here was his idea, but when he got here all he wanted was booze and lobster. Said the other girls made him cringe.”

Namjoon glances past beside Jackson. The groom to be is working his way through the lobster tail in one hand and clinging onto his beer is the other, oblivious to lustful looks surrounding him. “Sounds like a solid man to me,” Namjoon chuckles. “You enjoy yourself Jackson. If anyone tries to give you trouble, just let me know. I’ll be hovering around here somewhere.”

“Get you a man who has your back!” Jackson calls after the leaving body. “Oh, wait! Let’s take a picture for Y/N! She still doesn’t believe I do anything more than hold babies and scream.”

Namjoon laughs at the thought. The number of times you’ve come home exhausted from Jackson’s overwhelming enthusiasm and energy is well over a dozen and now he could see why.

[11:29 PM] Y/N: [image.jpg] so jackson, an actual angel on earth, the purest form of innocence, can come to 148, but i, your queen of the bedsheets, cannot? what kind of sexism is this??? {unread}

[11:45 PM] Y/N: fine. ignore me. ill just sulk. {unread}

[11:45 PM] Y/N: and think about how you DONT squeeze toothpaste correctly {unread}

[11:46 PM] Y/N: yes, im still mad about that {unread}

[12:09 AM ] Y/N: why is jackson sending me pictures of you behind the bar? {unread}

[12:18 AM] Y/N: [image.jpg] get that smug little smirk off your face {unread}

You know Jackson doesn’t mean anything harm by his texts. He captions every picture with something silly like “get you a man who can bop bottles” or “he’s so daddy.” The golden boy honestly thinks his snapshots and updates are hilarious. Like you, he doesn’t get out much, the rawness of the hospital hours weighing him down.

The last picture he sent was a blurred picture of two bodies, one leaning over the bar to whisper something into the other’s ear. Even with the blur of lights and pixels, you could tell it was Namjoon. He hunched over the bar with a grin on his face as the female covered her lips to his ear.

[12:22 AM] Y/N: istg kim namjoon if you dont stop flirting up a storm ill strangle you myself {unread}

Dramatic. You know. You were supposed to be an adult, a professional, but somehow everything and anything Namjoon did made you turn into an overdramatic high schooler.

The weekends were always the same. They’re the only two days of rest before the start of another hectic work week. You want nothing more but to spend those dwindling hours snug in your living room watching some cheesy disney princess movie with Namjoon, but your evenings are cute short when he has to return to Club 148 to supervise his venue. You’d never tell him, but it’s a jab at your ego and feeds your insecurities to watch him dress in his best suits and be surrounded by beautiful and adorned women who respond to his beck and call. It just didn’t feel right to ask him to quit running the club when he had built it from the ground up to feed your dreams in the first place.

One more hour. Just another hour until bar close.

Time couldn’t past by fast enough. Namjoon removed himself from behind the bar, and poured himself a scotch. He doesn’t normally drink on the job, but what started as normal night, had somehow turned into a stampede of parties and drunks ordering up the bar. His three bartenders couldn’t keep up, and Namjoon saved his own ass by hopping behind the bar to take a couple of orders himself.

He doesn’t know how Seokjin does it. Seokjin will chat up his customers, pour shots, get them to spill their life story, turn attention to the next customer mid-through, and still get tipped 20% minimum. Namjoon had a hard enough time hearing the orders let alone keeping the orders straight and receiving any tip at all. The number of times he prepared the wrong drink was enough to fill three empty bottles of wholesale liquor.

“Good looking out chief,” Seokjin waved to his employer as he returned to the safety of his confines. His office was located on the second floor, and overlooked the bar and entryway. The tall one-way mirrors made it look like just another hall of reflective glass to the unsuspecting customers, but made it all the easier to keep track of his club.

Namjoon pulls out his phone, aware of all the buzzing that went on whilst behind the bar.

He figures it’s spam from the club’s SNS, last minute questions about tonight's theme, but lets out a breathe of adoration at the realization of the mass texts you’ve been sending in your group chat. He reads each text in the tone he’s sure you sent them in.

[12:47 AM] Namjoon: I love you too baby :))) bt maybe next time can u dm me so Reuel doesnt have to read our messages? {read}

Namjoon made sure to double check that he was sending the message directly to you and not the group chat.

[12:48 AM] Y/N: how about next time you DONT flirt with the pretty girl buying drinks?? {read}

Namjoon laughs at your response. It’s hard to take your petty jealousy seriously when he was so obviously in smitten with you.

Namjoon adores you. He counts down the minutes until he can return home to you. He brings you breakfast in bed. He kisses the stretch marks on your stomach, on your thighs, on your ass. He loves every part of you, and if it wasn’t blatantly obvious to the girls he pouring drinks for that he wasn’t interested, Namjoon figured they weren’t bright enough for a thorough explanation anyway.

[12:48 AM] Namjoon: How about i squeeze from the bottom instead? :) {read}

[12:49 AM] Y/N: not my bottom. {read}

You read right through his message, clear of his intentions. No way was he going to get out of this fight with dirty talk… again.

[12:49 AM] Y/N: not even if you asked nicely. {read}

[12:50 AM] Namjoon: We’ll see ;) How’s my little baby? {read}

[12:50 AM] Y/N: fine. sleeping. bye. {read}

Namjoon let out a chuckle at your last text. You’re obviously upset at him but he can’t help but think of the cute expression you make as you roll your eyes at his antics.

The rest of the night pasts by in a blur. Namjoon continues to make rounds of his club, making sure all his employees remain compliant with his philosophy. He doesn’t like to blend the pleasures of work and play and when his employees are on the clock, he expects strict mannerisms of work.

Jungkook has been caught being a little too frisky during his private dances, and although Namjoon hates to demote him to a bouncer, it hopes it reinforces the seriousness of his law. Ideally Namjoon would have let the boy go, but he has developed a soft spot for the misguided adolescent; a story Namjoon has seen too often ignored rather than helped.

The rounds aren’t just for his employees, but for his customers too. Interacting with the high bidders and gold membership owners help build his network and rapport. Though Namjoon may look like a insouciant club owner, he’s a businessman at his core. Namjoon is always looking for ways to raise Club 148’s profits and improve the stability of his volatile business. Night clubs are common in his area, and each is in competition to outcompete one another. He’s at a particular disadvantage due to his strict rules of pleasure, something most of his employees respect him for boy clients see different.

By the time the last straggler exits the building, Namjoon is wiped. The constant inbetween regulations and customers has him dizzy and ready for bed. It takes his crew just as long as he predicted to clean the mess left from the events of the night.

“Good work tonight everyone,” he thanks his crew as he does at the end of each night.

The drive home is always his favorite. A realm of calm in the typically busy streets. He gets a chance to recollect all his thoughts and a he drives into the sunrise, and he thanks the heavens for another day he gets to return to you.

Normally, Namjoon comes home and takes a shower. You don’t drink or smoke, so the scents of Namjoon’s club makes your empty stomach do flips, but this early morning is different. He crawls into bed with scents from last night’s shift.

It’s Sunday, the only day the two of you get to spend the entire 24 hours together. There is no evening rush to get to his club, and no early morning on-call duty. Sunday is your day, so why does he smell like Saturday?

“Babe, go shower,” you mumble, words weak in your sleep. “You smell like cigarettes and poison.”

“I figured it out,” he says sleekly, ignoring your request. “I thought about it all night and on my drive home. I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“You’re a planner,” he continues and presses a kiss upon your forehead. “You’ve always been a planner.” This kiss splayed on your nose. “I’m not a planner.” Your lips. “I do things as they come,” his lips are now on your collarbone, tracing their way back up your neck.

“But I’ll squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom from now on.”

You chuckle beside him as his lips press against yours. “Oh, so you think that’s asking nicely?”

“Wasn’t asking” he smirks, feeding his hands the skin of your thighs as he brings your legs to wrap around his waist. His gaze is intent on yours.

Your lips find Namjoon’s for the first time tonight and he takes it as a notion of approval. Almost immediately, he moves his palms from your outer thighs to the curve of your ass and lays kisses on your breasts. You moan at his light and gentle touches and gasps his name as he tighten his grip on your buttocks, pressing you into his groin. “God, I love your ass.”

You can feel his hardening cock rubbing against your core as he pulls you on top of him. You’re sweating, panting, wanting.

“Did my baby miss me while I was away?” He gives a slap tap to your ass.

You bite your lip at his teasing and nod, confirming your pleasure. Namjoon loves to taunt you. It’s the sole reason you’re rushing out the door five minutes later than you should be every morning for your shift. He loves the moaning mess he makes of you as he kisses your core and the begging you succumb to when you’re impatient for a good fuck.

“Bend over for me sweetheart, let Daddy see.”

You do as he commands, quick to position yourself on all fours. Namjoon replays the fantasy he had of you earlier, a moaning tool as he gripped your waist. His dick twitches at the thought. He can’t wait to enter you, but not before you’re pleading for relief.

“So wet,” he moans, teasing your tight pussy with his fingers. He runs his drenched finger along your slit. “Stick it out for me, baby. Show me how pretty your pussy is.”

He meets your core in the air with his tongue, tracing circles around you clit. The air and muscle cool along your entrance. You want him.

“Please Daddy,” you beg. “Don’t tease me.”

He groans, restraining himself from entering you all at once. “You’ve got to show me first, sweetheart. Show me how hungry your pussy is.”

As if on cue, your Kegel muscles begin to involute on their own, twitching at his beck and call. You imagine every inch of him inside you, pounding into you until you’re sore.

“That’s it. That my hot baby. Call daddy’s cock with your pussy.”

Your ass begins to dance in the air, taunting him to enter you. You can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your cheeks as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you.

“Joonie,” you moan in ecstasy. “Please. Ugh. Just. Ugh. Fuck. Me.” Your voice comes out in sporadic gasps as he shoves his third finger in you and searches for your spot. His excitement unveiled as he too gives out a moan from your pelvic muscles squeezing around his fingers.

“Damn baby, arch your back. I think your pussy is ready for me.”

Namjoon extends his free hand down the small of your back, pushing your frame deeper into the mattress. He loves seeing you in this position, your ass is curved and high, hiding your tight cunt that’s begging to be fucked. He pumps a wet kiss on the highest curve of your ass, warning you of his entrance.

An exchange of moans reverberate through the room, echoing down the halls as Namjoon enters you. He’s not gentle. He allows gasps of breath exit his mouth, as he chants your name, praising your cunt. “So fucking tight.”

Namjoon doesn’t let up his thrusts even when he feels your walls caving in. “Ungh,” he groans. “That’s it baby. Squeeze my dick.”

You’re exhausted, your cunt erratically twitching from cumming a second time.

“Look at those cheeks bounce. God, I love this ass.” He gives another slap to your ass, watching as your booty jiggles on his dick.

“Come in me Daddy. Fill me up.” Your voice is begging, frail and honest.

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart. You know I want to.”

As long as the two of you have been together, very rarely do you let Namjoon come in you. He loves it, the thrill of releasing himself in you as you convulse around his cock but you’ve come wary of the consequences.

“Please Daddy,” you beg, giving one final squeeze around his cock. “I want to feel you cum.”

Namjoon gives a few erratic pumps before he feels sweet ecstasy releasing from the tip of his swollen cock and traverse to his knees. His body falls to the bed, dragging yours with him as he braces his arm as your pillow. He tosses his trousers from the night before on the ground and fixes himself in his briefs. You straighten out your own nightgown as your snuggle into his chest.

“She was just a customer, you know?” He laughs, turning his body to face you. “And I meant it when I said I’d squeeze from the bottom.” His hands jiggle the base of your exposed cheeks.

“Still hate her,” you replied, giving him a peck on his cheeks. “And good, you can start by-”

“Daddy?” A small and angelic voice interrupts. Namjoon brings his attention to the little girl walking towards your bed, her yellow bear in hand as she yawns and rubs her sleepy eyes open. “I knew I heard mommy calling your name.”

“Good morning Princess.” Namjoon is quick to feet, relinquishing you from his warmth and transferring it to the little doe-eyed doll who looks just like you. He picks her up as gentle as you would a infant. “Who’s this new guy? Your prince?” Namjoon directs his finger to the stuffed toy at her side.

“No. Daddy is my prince. He’s my beast, see?” She shoves the bear in her awestruck father’s face and bellows a growl with all her might. The sweetest roar he ever did hear.

“Daddy can’t be your prince little baby. I’m mommy’s prince. And she’s my queen.” The girl frowns in his arms and looks at you on the bed before whispering something in the smiling man’s ear.

“But she said she’d strangle you.”

“I didn’t mean it, Reuel. Mommy was just a tiny weeny upset at Daddy.” You mutter, rising from the bed.

“But I read it on my tablet!”

Namjoon gives you a triumphant smile. He and Reuel always tag team you. “I meant to say,” you breathe, exasperated at your four-year old’s reading comprehension, she must have got that from her dad. “I’m going to strangle him with love. So much love. So much love Daddy is going to-”

“I’m hungry,” the mini-you cut you off (again), turning her head to her father. “Let’s go make breakfast downstairs daddy.”

“That’s a good idea,” Namjoon agreed, smiling at you as he placed little Reuel’s feet to the floor. “Mommy has a mess to clean up.”

Sunday’s are supposed to be your day, family day. But Reuel and Namjoon make it Reuel and Namjoon day with their behavior exclusive exchange of whispers and secrets. It hard for you to even get a kiss from Namjoon when she’s all over Namjoon’s shoulders during “princess movie time” and holding his attention while you make trips into the city. He’s obviously the favorite parent, but that doesn’t discourage you from fawning for her attention as much as you do for Namjoon’s.

“Come on Reuel, let’s go get some ice cream. One for you, one for me, and one for daddy.”

“How about I go with Daddy and you wait here?” She points to the bench and drags her father’s hand along in the direction of the dessert parlor.

You face is visibly hurt, distorted by the easiness your daughter dismisses you when her father is around.

“She’s just like you, you know?” Namjoon smiles, licking your ice cream. “Looks like you, talks like you, gets jealous like you.”

You jerk your ice cream away from him, glaring at him with your beady eyes. “Sounds like a double win to me.”

A/N: this is part of the Appease (strip/bar/club!AU) Series. yee.

#bts smut #namjoon smut #kim namjoon smut #rap monster smut #rapmonster smut

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EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 7

ONESHOTS:

riches and wonders by anathema (azirapha1e) Summary: In some universes, love blossoms in swimming pools. In others, there are kittens involved.

#hashtag by Bellakitse Summary: Even gets Instagram, it’s all about Isak.

sickeningly sweet like honey by tomlinsoln ★ Summary: coffee shop!au; Even likes to write pickup lines on Isak's cup.

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Something Like This. by LostInAdmiration Summary: A drabble about a sunny morning with pancakes and dancing in the kitchen, and soft boys saying 'I love you' to each other for the first time.

Sju Minutter by nusmag Summary: It’s a love exercise, Isak supposes, shoving two people in the small, dark room under the tribune for seven minutes at a time.

Hearts Don't Break Around Here by LostInAdmiration Summary: Even was a ball of energy and fire - he flipped Isak’s life upside down the moment he came into it, and Eskild watched as Isak’s muscles began to uncoil and his heart started to fill and fill until it was positively overflowing.

Hjerterum by littlemovie (Lejla) Summary: roommates!au; Isak cleared his throat. “Hi,” he tried again looking at who, he gathered, was the ever-elusive third roommate. Even walked to the fridge, keeping his eyes glued to his feet. He took two cans of coke from his shelve and a bag of chips from the counter before making his way down to the basement again, shutting the door behind him. Isak huffed out a breath. “Well, that’s rude,” he mumbled to himself, going back to his sandwich and picking the knife up from the counter. He grabbed a coke from his own shelve in the fridge and made his way to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Or Isak and Even are roommates and it's not going well.

Eye of the beholder by diamondjacket Summary: Isak can pinpoint the exact moment that Even notices what’s different about him, because his brows shoot up and his body goes still, and his eyes are darting around like he doesn’t know where to look first. And then, a slow, wide smile blooms on his face, and it’s blinding. “Wow,” he says, awed. “You look…” “Stupid,” Isak offers. Even shakes his head. “Beautiful.” Or: Isak discovers something about Even’s past, and he realizes he still has some growing to do. Also, lipstick is involved.

Cut Us Out In Little Stars by allyasavedtheday ★ Summary: Romeo and Juliet!au; Even Bech Næsheim. The boy making Isak’s heart beat double-time in his chest is Even Bech Næsheim. He can’t believe he didn’t realise it earlier. Even doesn’t have any social media and any pictures of him in the press are usually grainy or leave his appearance partly concealed through sunglasses or a hat but still. A sick part of his brain almost wants to laugh because of course. It’s not enough for Isak to like boys when he shouldn’t, no, he has to go and like that boy. The one boy his father would condemn him for being with without question.

daisies perched upon your forehead by tomlinsoln Summary: Even loves waking up next to Isak.

just let yourself in by TheMousePrince Summary: Even has the keys to Kollektivet and it's making him anxious. Or Isak and Even’s first proper date.

darling you look perfect by tomlinsoln ★ Summary: Even and Isak slow dance at a wedding.

Love and other stories by littlemovie (Lejla) ★ Summary: The guy in the picture had a black snapback on, which covered half his face, but what caught Isak’s attention was the sinful, plumb mouth half opened, the bottom lip dragged down by the guy’s thumb, his other fingers holding his snapback. A simple caption, Not Mags, but sure. And before he knew what he was doing, Isak had taken a screenshot of the picture and then he let out a sound, which he would never in a million years admit to. Linn looked at him from the other couch, her eyes disapproving. “You need to be quiet, Isak.” Isak’s wide eyes widened even more, and with a quick nod to appease Linn, he booked it to his room, his phone clutched in his hand. Or Isak accidentally falls in love over Snapchat and he doesn't regret it.

Picture Perfect by briennejamie Summary: Even loves taking pictures of his grumpy boyfriend.

No one could save me (but you) by diamondjacket ★ Summary: Isak, who didn’t want to kiss him on the street—even as Even’s mind was shouting yes yes please let’s show them let’s show them—but now shoots him a small, coy smile, who leans in and brushes his wicked mouth over Even’s, softly, without much fire but with so much heat, it leaves Even trembling, quaking inside. He feels his hands involuntarily clench into fists at his sides, and he almost chokes with how much he’s trying to hold back, to resist the urge to grab, to take. But oh God, he wants. Or a fic that takes place during 8:10, in the elevator/hotel room.

you got a pizza my heart by Leprechon Summary: Isak has a crush on the pizza delivery boy.

tortellini in love by orphan_account Summary: 'you found me in a mall crying over a bowl of noodles i dropped and i s2g im not usually like this im just having a really weird week’ au

Samson by desert_coffin ★ Summary: Even braids Isak's hair.

strong like some running waves by onhoedesrazao Summary: He looks at Even and it hits him again.

The One With The Waggly Tail by tiptopevak Summary: He's smiling at the dog, but, okay, maybe a little bit at Isak, too.

A Million Miles Away by crescendohowell Summary: While they sit at the windowsill, Even thinks that Isak might be the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. He makes his heart ache already and they’re barely even met. It’s scary really. Bisexual; Even turns the word over in his head while they smoke. It feels right (really it always has) and Even finds that he isn’t as scared of it as he thought he would be. (In which Even comes to terms with being bi.)

CHAPTERED:

A Transference of Feelings by rumpelsnorcack ✓ Summary: Isak hated that he was being forced to do this. He hated leaving Nissen because of his stupid parents’ stupid fights and stupid rules. Isak didn’t understand why he had to move just because they couldn’t get their shit together anymore; this felt like more punishment on top of having been left alone with his mother and all her weird moods and difficult behaviours. Aka, the au where Isak transferred schools rather than Even.

Are You Lost? by nnooorraa Summary: What kind of language is Dutch anyway? In one of the parallel universes there's an Isak who gets lost in Amsterdam. And who better than Even Bech Næsheim to show him the way?

WAKE UP! by cuteandtwisted ★ ✓ Summary: Even can't stop having dreams about this strange boy. He's never seen him before. But why does it feel like he's the only person that ever mattered? Or: Even has no idea who Isak is but he still loves him aka EvenDreams!AU

A Collection of Even & Isak's First Kiss AU Shorts by fandomlimb Summary: A bunch of short AUs about what could have been if the first ‘Evak’ kiss had gone down differently.

hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks ★ Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way.

don't you keep it all to yourself by colazitron ★ ✓ Summary: coffee shop!au; Isak starts buying daily coffees before school at Kaffebrenneriet around the corner because it tastes better than the coffee in the cafeteria and keeps his hands warm. But mostly because the barista is heart-stoppingly cute. Or: An AU in which Even didn't need to repeat his last year and instead started working at the coffeeshop Isak passes on his way to school every morning.

Kollektivet by hellagroovy Summary: roommates!au; ”I can’t go back there. I can’t go back there, you gotta understand.” ”Alright,” Eskild repeated. He bit his bottom lip slightly. He was too kind for this world, and he didn’t even want to think about what his roommates would say if he dragged a complete stranger home. So he didn’t. Think about it. Instead, he sighed slightly and squeezed his eyes shut. He was so going to regret this. But he didn’t want to leave the poor boy all alone on the street when it was dark and cold outside. ”Why don’t you come with me then? You can crash on my couch.”

Anything and Everything by primaryuniverse Summary: uni!au; This one’s different and he doesn’t feel angry at the boy or suffocated by the question that hangs in the air. Because he knows the boy doesn’t mean it like that. He just knows. It’s only unspoken curiosity and subtle wonder written across his features and god, he can’t look away again. So he offers a small smile, and the boy returns it and there goes Evens stomach again. And then the boy retreats into his room but not before he speaks one last time, “Isak.” “Hmm?” “My name’s Isak. Isak Valtersen.” But Even already knew that, didn’t he? Or: The Uni AU where Even calls Isak baby a lot and Isak melts every time.

i hate your face, it makes my heart skip a beat by Bellakitse ★ Summary: HateToLove!au & tutoring!au; Isak is failing History and his friends have the great idea that their new friend Even should tutor him. It's perfect except Isak doesn't like Even or the way his stupid face makes his stomach flip.

Head Over Heels by LostInAdmiration ✓ Summary: An AU in which Jonas is a pretty popular skateboarder with a decent social media following because of it, and Isak is his supportive (if not slightly disgruntled) photographer friend. Jonas is the best at Nissen, up until a new guy transfers (bet you can guess who that is) and becomes the new hot topic at school. Isak is totally smitten, even if he wont admit it, and Even turns down his time skating with his friends in favour of sitting and talking to Isak instead

Tired of using Technology by skambition ✓ Summary: Isak & Even texting... about sex, love, relationships, school, family, daily stuff, and whatever else you text about.

Need you right in front of me by skambition ✓ Summary: Additional One-Shots to the Texting-Fic "Tired of using Technology" .

i guess that's destiny doing it right by allyasavedtheday ★ ✓ Summary: The alternate universe where Even originally went to Nissen and became friends with Isak and Jonas when they started first year but moved away after his episode at the start of second year only for Isak to never hear from him again. Fastforward to the summer before Isak starts college when he’s travelling around Spain and bumps into a certain someone in Barcelona.

You Don't Even Know Me! by cuteandtwisted ★ ✓ Summary: HateToLove!au; "Let's keep our daddy issues out of work," said Even. "Excuse me?!" Or: The one in which Isak and Even are interns who start on the wrong foot and don't like each other at all (except that they do).

(★ - personal favorites | ✓ - completed fics)

#even bech næsheim #isak valtersen #evak #even x isak #isak x even #evak fanfiction #evak fanfics #evak fanfics recommendation #evak fanfics recs #skam #skam fanfiction #i know i know #this has been a long time coming #and my inbox is full of prompts #i've been so busy with uni these days though #so bear with me please!!#i'll try to get to your asks asap #<3 #masterposts

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sky-girls · 7 years

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I am what I feel

So one more chapter and epilogue and this is it, no more I am what I feel wow…Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this chapter

Chapter 14 (Find the other chapters here)

Have they ever told you that every beginning is a new ending too?

Ámbar receives her drink from Simón with a small smile, takes a sip and sighs softly, she sends a look to him, he is already in the other side of the bar cleaning up what some other customers left and doesn’t look at her, she frowns a little and sighs again, louder this time, He still doesn’t look at her.

“Hey, Simón.” She calls. “Pay attention to me.”

Simón turns to look at her with an amused smile.

“Sorry, gem.” He says. “Didn’t caught that those sighs were meant for me.”

“Of course they were meant for you.” Ámbar rolls her eyes. “There’s no one else I know here.”

“Well, that’s true.” Simón looks around with chuckle and Ámbar shakes her head. “Anyway why did you want my attention?”

“So Matteo, Gastón and I hang out at least one saturday night of month together but Matteo has ditched me for his little girlfriend and Gastón has ditched me too, but for his nerd friend who will probably be his girlfriend soon enough.” She explains.

“That’s very rude of them.” He smiles at her complaining. “But what does that have to do with me.”

“Well, since I’m free saturday night I wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out.” Ámbar says trying to sound casual. “If you are free of course.”

“I’m free.” Simón shrugs casually. “What do you want to do?”

“No idea.” She tells him. “What about a movie or something at yours and the guys.”

“We could go to the cinema if you want to go out.” Simón offers and Ámbar has to smile.

“It’s okay, I’m fine with watching a movie in your living room and some good take out sushi.” “Then it’s settled.” Simón says mirroring her smile and it’s about to add something else when his eyes focus on someone else and an arm falls around Ámbar’s shoulder.

“Simón, little A.” Matteo greets them looking at Simón. “Is Luna in the rink?”

“Yeah.” Simón answers . “She went in just a few moments ago.”

“Thank you, man.” He says and then looks between the two of them. “And what were you two talking about?”

Ámbar blinks, keeping her eyes closed a second to long in a small prayer to the universe to not let Matteo fucking dare.

“Ámbar here was complaining about how you and Gastón ditched her for your monthly hang out.” Simón informs her and Matte smirks down at her, teasing.

“She did?” Simón nods at him. “Well that’s weird because I’m pretty sure we did that last week.”

A silence falls between the two of them and a grin spreads on Matteo’s face. She is so gonna murder him.

“Well I’m gonna go look for my girlfriend.” He says laughter obvious in his voice as he drops a kiss on Ámbar hair and she has to stop herself from reaching towards him and strangle him.

Simón is smiling softly at her, something sweet in his eyes and no matter how much she doesn’t like it she is sure the warmth on her cheeks is a blush.

“You don’t have to make up excuses to hang out with me.” He tells her softly, resting his hand on top of hers. “I will probably always say yes, unless I have to work but even then we could hang out here.”

Ámbar takes a deep breath gathering courage.

“So you are basically saying that I can ask you to hang out whenever and however I want and you will say yes?”

“Something like that.” He chuckles.

“So let me reformulate that question.” She bites her lower lip. “Do you want to have a date with me saturday night?”

Simón says nothing for a few second but the soft, sweet smile never leaves his lips and his hand is still on top of hers. Despite all of this her heart is still beating fast with worry.

“Are you still cool with a movie and sushi at mine’s or do we have to go somewhere fancy?”

Ámbar lets out a breath and her heart calms down a little.

“I’m still cool with sushi and a movie.” She says and he takes his hand off hers as a couple sits close to them.

“Cool.” He says and turns to leave to ask the couple their order but in the last second he throws a look back at her. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.” She echoes and once he is distracted enough with the new customers she turns around to look for Delfi and Jazmín to give them a small nod. Delfi smiles back and Jazmín squeals a little before Delfi covers her mouth when Ámbar sends her a warning look. She looks at Simón, now busy making some smoothies. She doesn’t think he noticed but even if he did she doesn’t think she would really care. Weird.

Gastón looks at his phone trying to put a face to the words in front of him, trying to figure out who they are for but everytime he comes out blank. He has gathered a few things, whoever this person Nina knows them from about a year and half at least or maybe more and that’s just when her crush started, it’s also obvious that not long ago there seemed to be a shift on their relationship but he can’t figure out if they got closer or further away.

He closes his eyes and drops his phone on the bed next to him, and lets out a deep breath. He takes his phone again and sees a notification on instagram telling him that she posted something new, his finger hovers on it for a few second before tapping on it. It’s a picture of a small digital clock, showing the time, 01:17 am, just a few minutes back, the surroundings are dark but he can see that all the things surrounding the light of the clock are in soft pastels colors, it fits with how he imagines Nina’s room. He examines the picture a few more seconds, trying to build Nina’s room out of it, when he fails for the third he goes to read the caption. It’s just a simple sentence, not a poem and yet it takes his breath away somehow. Is there any chance you are thinking of me now too?

He buries his face on his pillow, he is thinking about her. Is there any chance that that’s the answer she is searching for? Why does he want it to be so much?

He doesn’t like Nina, he doesn’t think he likes Nina, she is cute and nice and pretty and adorable but he doesn’t like her…Or maybe he does, a little, but there’s no chance he likes her enough to justify the level of jealousy he has when he thinks that the chances are that her poems are for someone else. Or maybe he does, maybe he is just in denial.

He sighs, he takes his phone again, double taps the post and the little heart appears on his screen. Gastón laughs to himself, taking in count his realization it seems more than a perfect moment to, in a way, send her a heart.

Gastón opens the direct messages with her,she is awake, he knows she is awake, he could just send a message and talk with her and it wouldn’t even be weird because they are friends. He closes it, then opens it again.

Rollertrack:

What are you doing awake so late in a school day? I thought you were a goog girl

Felicityfornow:

What are you doing awake so late?

Are you teasing me?

Rollertrack:

I’m a rebel

Maybe

Felicityfornow:

No offense but you are a nerd

Rollertrack:

Takes one to know one

Felicityfornow:

Never said anything against it

Rollertrack:

Apparently we have much more in common than I thought

Felicityfornow:

Surprised me too

You were right tho

Rollertrack:

What do you mean?

Felicityfornow:

I usually go to bed early on school days so if I stay away any longer I will be like a zombie tomorrow

Good night

Rollertrack:

Good night

Gastón bites his lower lip, not sure of what he is about to do.

Rollertrack:

Hey before you go I have a question

Felicityfornow:

Okay…

Rollertrack:

Can we talk tomorrow?

Felicityfornow:

Don’t we talk almost everyday now?

Rollertrack:

This is an important talk

Felicityfornow

What? Come on, don’t do this to me, just tell me now

Do you realize that I won’t be able to sleep thinking about the hundred awful things this could be about.

Gastón chuckles softly a fond smile spreading across his face.

Rollertrack:

It’s nothing bad, I promise it’s not even that important just something that I want to talk about

Felicityfornow:

This is not making me feel any better, Gastón

Rollertrack:

I’m sorry, just go to sleep, we can talk first thing first in the morning if that makes you feel better

Felicityfornow:

It actually does…

Rolletrack:

Then it’s settled, now go to sleep I don’t want you dead tomorrow

Felicityfornow:

Goodnight

Again

Rollertrack:

Nighty

Gastón blocks his phone, leaves it on his bedside table and closes his eyes. Maybe he should think thing a little more, but what’s really the point? He knows he is into Nina, now he needs to find out is she is into him and there’s no reason to wait for it, it’s better to know as soon as he can.

Next morning as he is waiting outside of the school for Nina he is berating himself for not coming up with a plan or talk with Matteo so he could give him moral support.

“Just spit it out.” A female voice says in front of him and he realizes Nina is standing in front of him, worry clear in her face. “Because I can see that this has you anxious and that makes me anxious.”

Gastón takes a deep breath, somehow knowing that he needs to calm down for her works like a charm.

“It’s nothing bad I promise.” He says softly and she bites her lower lip.

“Then what is it?”

Gastón takes a deep breath again, trying to find the right words.

“I was.” He blurts out. “Thinking of you I mean.”

Nina blinks at him confused.

“I was thinking of you last night, when you posted that pic.” Gastón repeats. “Do you like this as answer to that post?”

Nina opens her mouth a little, pink spreading softly on her cheeks but she is still looking at him confused.

“What?” She mumbles.

“I’m trying to be romantic here, Nina.” He says with a smile, trying to take the fact that she hasn’t run away a good sign.

“Romantic.” She repeats slowly.

“Yes.” He nods. “I’m trying to tell you I like you, a lot.”

“Is this a joke?” She asks softly looking at him with wide eyes and he locks away the hurt that she would think of him this way, trying to remember how actually insecure she is.

“I would never do that to you.” He whispers holding her hands on his. “So can I hope that post of yesterday was actually about me?”

“You can hope everything I ever written is actually about you.” She blurts out and she blushes even more once she realizes what she has said. Gastón laughs out loud and pulls her into a hug.

“Is it just me or this whole declaration has been a mess?” Gastón chuckles as she returns the hug, hiding on his chest.

“It kind of was.” She mumbles, barely audible. “Yes.”

“At least I managed.” He says.

“That you did.” She nods.

Gastón hugs her a few more minutes, until the bell rings and she pulls away. She sends him a shy look and he smiles at her, offering him his hand, this time she doesn’t hesitate before taking it. And even if she doesn’t really meet his eyes the whole way to her classroom she gives him a small kiss on the cheek as a goodbye. All in all they’ve made a lot of progress since this morning.

They are both laying on her bed, her head is resting on his chest as he softly plays with her hair and she plays with his tie.

“So Ámbar asked out Simón.” He says with a sigh.

“I know.” She mumbles. “And Gastón told Nina he liked her.”

“I know.” He echoes closing his eyes. “How long do we have?”

“Not much longer.” He can feel her take a deep, shaky breath. “A couple weeks maybe, but not much more than that.”

“This is an awful time to say that I love you, right?” He whispers pulling her closer to him and burying his face on her hair, he can feel a tear fall in his neck.

“Awful and inconsiderate.” She says with a small sad giggle. “But while we are at that, I love you too.”

“What do we do know?” He asks.

“That’s up to you.” She says resting her chin on his chest, there’s tears glistening on her eyes but it looks like they stopped falling. “But if you ask me I just want to be with you for as long as I can.”

“That’s what I want too.” He says caressing her cheek. “I wished there was a way we could have more time together.”

Luna closes her eyes and leans into his touch. They fall into silence and Luna rests her head against his chest again, he pulls her closer and softly tilts her chin up with one hand to give her a small kiss.

He is not ready to let go, they didn’t have enough time and he knows they should be grateful for how little the got, that this shouldn’t have happened at all but it’s so hard being grateful for anything when he knows that soon enough she will be taken from his arms.

#i am what i feel #mine #can you believe how close to the end we are #i'm shook #i can't believe this #soy luna #simbar #gastina #lutteo

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iamcarriesoom · 7 years

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Furiouser and Furiouser

After ramping up my interest in and dedication to these movies for the past few installments, my hopes were sky-high for this one. Ridiculous-stunt-wise, it was pretty much on point, but as a whole I was a bit disappointed. Not disappointing, however, are the keywords displayed for this movie on IMDb: car falling off a cliff, star died before release, terrorist, revenge, hospital.

We open on Jason Statham, and my first thought is that I’m gonna need to watch this movie with closed captions on so I can understand wtf he’s saying. He’s chatting with his brother, Gaston, who is somehow still alive (though very burned and in a coma) after being launched out of a burning plane (though technically so was Dom and he basically walked away unscathed. He vows revenge and then blows up a lot of the hospital, which seems like a weird choice considering his brother is there.

Dom takes Letty to Race Wars (OMG how have they not changed the name?) to try to trigger her memories. Based on the crowd there, it is apparent that these movies are 80% about cars and 20% about butts. Speaking of butts, Iggy Azalea has a cameo (more like Ugh-y Azalea, am I right?)

Brian is revving an engine, which, surprise! Is in the minivan he drives now because he’s a boring suburban dad now.

Letty runs off and Dom finds her at her own gravestone. Oof. He tries to smash it with sledgehammer and she’s like “No, it’s accurate, Letty died,” and then she takes off which is way harsh, Tai. I mean I get it, but I still feel bad for Dom.

Hobbs is working late at his whatever-it-is-that-he-does job. I know he must not have a strict dress code at [mystery government agency] but a skintight Under Armor tank top seems like it might be pushing the boundaries? He chases Elena, who works for him I guess, to her car to give her a job recommendation for some other job she wants to take. They have kind of a romantic vibe and if I’m being honest, I ship it. When he goes back in, Jason Statham is stealing info off his computer.

He’s like “I’m here for the team that crippled my brother,” and I have a lot of questions. How did he know to go to Hobbs for that info? How does he know it was a team? When he says “my brother,” how does Hobbs automatically know who he’s talking about?

Anyway, they start beating each other up and I’m immediately not liking the way the camera is moving during all of these stunts. If a guy somersaults and the camera spins with him, it’s like he didn’t move at all. I don’t watch action movies to see a ROOM flip over, I want to see a GUY flip over! I don’t know if it’s easier or harder to shoot stunts like this, but it definitely makes them look less impressive, or makes it harder to see how impressive they are.

Elena comes back to help her boss but Jason Statham throws a grenade and they basically jump out the window to save themselves. People in these movies love jumping off buildings onto the roofs of cars, like car roofs are mattresses or something.

Brian, Mia and Dom are hanging out at home. There’s a package on the porch for Dom, and Brian’s getting their son (Jack) strapped into the car. Apparently he’s restless as a dad because he “misses the bullets” from their adventurous lives, which is pretty fucked up. Mia’s pregnant again and tells her brother but not her baby daddy.

Dom’s phone rings and it’s Jason Statham calling from Tokyo right after smashing Han’s car and leaving it to explode. Dom looks at the package on his porch right when it explodes hard enough to take out half the house. It’s…bonkers. Brian slams the minivan door so Jack doesn’t get exploded, but the blast smashes his head into the window. This is the first of many times in this movie that I wonder “Is this how Brian dies?” I spend most of the movie waiting for him to die.

Dom and Hobbs (who has a surprise daughter!!!!) have a chat in the hospital room where Hobbs is laid up with a couple broken bones, basically the first character to ever have any physical repercussions for all their shenanigans. Hobbs is like “Definitely don’t go after this guy…wink wink wink.” It’s extremely weird that this team of car racing petty thieves is now the go-to group of on-call government assasins.

Dom heads to Tokyo and bumps into Mark Paul Gosselaar Jr racing in the garage. At first I was like “Man, Bow Wow has really aged well, he looks basically the same as he did in Tokyo Drift!” Then I realized it was just literally the scene from the end of Tokyo Drift. That also made it weird for the next, new scene, where Mark Paul Gosselaar Jr ages like 10 years in a few minutes. That must’ve been one hell of a race.

Dom is somehow in charge of bringing Han’s body back to the states to be buried in LA, which I find a little odd- does he not have any [other] family? Dom gives a speech and then leaves the funeral to chase the shady car driving by, which naturally has Jason Statham in it. Jason Statham speeds through a yellow light and Dom is stuck, and I’m pretty sure this is the first time in the entire franchise I’ve seen a character stop at a red light.

They play a weird game of chicken and fucking wreck each others’ cars instead of just shooting each other like gentlemen. Then some weird no-name guy who looks like the dad from Step By Step busts in with a whole bunch of stealth goons and Jason Statham gets away. The guy’s name is Mr Nobody and he’s played by Kurt Russell but doesn’t really look like Kurt Russell. Other people up for this role, according to IMDb: Denzel Washington, Halle Barry, Taylor Lautner. What did that casting call even say?? “Character description: a human, probably”?

Mr Nobody loves Belgian beers and wants Dom to find a hacker named Ramsey who’s built some sort of software called God’s Eye, which is basically a suped-up version of that thing from The Dark Knight where they use cell phone cameras to spy on the world. I don’t think any facial recognition software that fast/accurate exists, but sure ok whatever. A warlord has kidnapped Ramsey and Mr Nobody wants Dom to double-kidnap (rescue?) her and in exchange, he can use God’s Eye to find Jason Statham and murder him to avenge Han.

Honestly, Mr Nobody is such a weird character that I assumed he was a secret bad guy for most of the movie even though he said he was friends with Hobbs. Much like I also thought Han was a secret bad guy for most of Tokyo Drift. They keep throwing these mysterious benefactors at us with no explanation and I can’t help but assume they have ulterior motives!

Mr Nobody basically fucks a keg of Belgian ale and then invites (forces? this isn’t clear) Dom’s whole team to come help. Including Letty, even though she took off. Tyrese takes solo credit for everything they’ve ever done and tries to be in charge, but then Tej comes up with the ultimate plan, which ends up being to parachute in their cars out of plane in Azerbaijan. My notes just say “WHAT THE FUCK.”

The plan surprisingly ends up mostly working- they have to bust through a lot of armored jeeps with machine guns, and a heavily armed bus, and somehow Jason Statham is also there driving a sports car through the woods. Brian’s in charge of getting Ramsey (who I briefly also thought might be a secret bad guy) off the bus. Surprise: Ramsey’s an attractive young woman! Whoa! Women know how to use computers? That’s nuts. Brian basically chucks her onto the hood of Dom’s car and is like “you deal with this” and goes back to fighting a highly trained martial artist and matching him punch for punch. When did he become an MMA fighter?

Brian accidentally shoots the bus driver and the other guy traps him on the bus as it’s about to go off a cliff. Without a fully fleshed out plan, Brian climbs out the front door of the bus, precariously hanging over a cliff, climbs up it, and then runs up the bus as it’s falling off the cliff and launches himself at Letty’s car as she drives over to rescue him. It’s such an insane plan, I can’t believe that’s not how he dies.

Dom basically drives off a cliff with Ramsey in the car and they roll down a mountain and somehow find everyone else. Tyrese immediately starts creeping on Ramsey like “she doesn’t LOOK like a hacker!” Tej is like “What to hackers LOOK like?” THANK YOU TEJ. I hope Ramsey picks no one, but if she picks someone I hope it’s you. Brian is apparently also an EMT now because he starts asking Ramsey questions to make sure she’s not a concussion.

They head to Abu Dhabi to pick up “the device” for God’s Eye, which I thought was a program, because Ramsey sent it to her friend for safekeeping. When they get there they apparently have time to take a swim, where Tyrese gets that gem of a line “It’s hotter than I thought it would be.” Twist: he is not talking about the desert, but about Ramsey’s smoking bod! It’s funny when women are referred to as “it”!

Ramsey’s shit-ass friend is like “Great news! I sold it!” Who are you, the mom who sold her kid’s $5000 Magic card because he left it in her house? JFC dude. He agrees to get them into the party of the super rich guy who bought it, and believe it or not this guy put the device in his fancy sports car.

The gang gets to dress fancy and Dom and Letty have a Moment in the elevator where she starts to have flashes of memory. They have to sneak into a few different places and get the device out of the car without getting caught by this guy’s fancy all-lady security team, including UFC fighter/terrible actress Ronda Rousey. Brian and Dom get to the car and the plan is for Dom to just lift the car with his arms while Brian slides underneath to get the device. Somehow this takes about nine years.

The gang starts to get found out so they just hop in the car and crash through the party, right when Jason Statham shows up and starts shooting. It seems like a waste that they agreed to risk their lives to find Ramsey in exchange for using God’s Eye to find Jason Statham if he’s just gonna show up everywhere they go anyway.

They end up driving the car out of the penthouse apartment and into a building next door, where they smash a bunch of terra cotta warriors. I really hate when antiquities get smashed in movies. I did not care for that scene in The Core when they blew up the Coliseum. Leave antiquities alone!! They drive through some more buildings and Brian rips the device out of the car from inside it, and they manage to bail right before the car plummets to its death.

They do not explain how everyone else managed to get out of that fancy apartment without getting shot by Jason Statham or put in Abu Dhabi prison, but they do at least kind of try to explain how God’s Eye words. They find Jason Statham, and Dom and Mr Nobody start coming up with a plan to take him out. Dom’s like “My guys are racers, not killers.” Dom, since when has that mattered to ANYONE. They’re also not detectives, computer experts, safe crackers or martial artists, but that hasn’t stopped them from being masters at all of those things!

Brian and Dom, plus Mr Nobody and his team, take off for another quip-fest at Jason Statham’s warehouse. Jason Statham brings in the warlord who originally kidnapped Ramsey, and his whole team, and I’m fairly certain this is the scene where Brian is going to die.

Mr Nobody gets shot, and Mr Nobody’s number one dies. Dom and Brian drag him out of there, they lose God’s Eye, and as it turns out Mr Nobody isn’t even dying. They abandon him by the side of the road (he had a helicopter coming but it still felt kinda cold) and head back to the gang to figure out what’s next.

Dom is gonna find Jason Statham (bad guy #1), and the rest of the gang is gonna roam the city so Ramsey can counter-hack God’s Eye to shut bad guy #2 (Djimon Hounsou) out. I feel like law enforcement definitely should’ve been trying to do something about Djimon Hounsou’s chopper with the torpedo drone. As should be expected, they’re making a big fucking mess and Hobbs sees it on tv. I kind of forgot that he wasn’t in most of this movie.

Hobbs is like “Daddy’s gotta go work” and flexes so hard his cast breaks off. This is not an exaggeration like when I said Mr Nobody fucked a keg of Belgian Ale. This is an actual thing that happened in the movie.

Dom meets Jason Statham on a rooftop and they start wailing on each other with wrenches. We already know Dom beat a man halfway to death with a wrench, so I like his odds here.

Brian has to break into a cell tower to do something so Ramsey can keep hacking. I feel like there’s WAY too much going on in this movie. He has to fight the same henchman he fought on the bus, which I always like. I like when each protagonist has their own henchman adversary through the movie and it’s like “Oh, you again.” Once again I’m sure this scene is how Brian dies.

Hobbs jumps an ambulance off a bridge to take down Djimon Hounsou’s torpedo drone, then he rips the machine gun off of it and carries it around with him to try to shoot down the helicopter. Somehow Brian gets the cell tower to do whatever he was trying to do, and Ramsey’s 80% complete hack just finished up without having to start over. I don’t think any of this is how computers work?

Dom and Jason Statham are still wrenching each other and yet neither has any major damage. Dom’s like “The thing about street fights, the street always wins, “which is probably the dumbest line in the whole movie. He basically pushes Jason Statham into a crevasse in the crumbling parking garage and jumps his car at the helicopter to deliver them a bag of grenades, which Hobbs shoots with his machine gun and takes the whole thing down.

Dom absolutely should not have survived that, but the team rushes around and Brian gives him some extremely terrible CPR, and Letty gushes about how she remembers everything. Surprise! They’re married. No one even knew! She wore a surprisingly feminine wedding dress. He comes back to life and they’re in love again.

Somehow Jason Statham survived and is in jail now, but is surprisingly cocky about his escape plans.

Everyone else goes on a beach vacation (or maybe just to the beach, they do all live in LA.) Ramsey’s just…in the family now. Did she not have a life or friends to go back to from her pre-kidnap days? They’re all creepily watching Brian and Mia play with Jack on the beach.

This is where the movie gets fucking weird. I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion, but the end of this movie is Bad. They’re all extremely emotional about Brian being “home” and how “it’s never goodbye.” I understand that they’re symbolically saying all that about Paul Walker, the actor, who died, but the character, Brian, is alive. We’re still in the movie world! You can’t start the in memoriam for the ACTOR while the movie is still happening!

Dom takes off in his car, but then Brian pulls up to him at a light and they race for a little while and then go their separate ways, and also a bunch of old clips of Brian from the previous movies play with a light Wiz Khalifa soundtrack. It made me questions whether I’d missed something or if they were implying Brian was a ghost. Maybe this would’ve all made more sense if I’d seen it closer to when he actually passed away, and not the day after I was tweeting how creepy it was that he met his girlfriend when he was 33 and she was 16? I’ll never know. I do know that I definitely thought that Brian would die when Paul Walker died, and I enjoy that they let him live, elsewhere, on a beach with Mia and their kids. Have a nice life, Brian.

Previously:

Vol 6: Planes, Tanks & Automobiles

Vol 5: 5ast 5ive

Vol 4: Fast & Fourious

Vol 3: What’s even the point of driftng?

Vol 2: 2 Furious 2 Quit

Vol 1: The Fast & the Curious

#the fast and the furious #furious 7

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