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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years

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hi baby! if you’re taking requests might i indulge you in the scenario of Din where he captures you, the bounty, and you try to persuade him to let you be his “mechanic” instead, but like y’all wind up fucking 🙈🙈

You can choose how everything goes and add anything else you’d like love 💜💜

Thank you my dear for this delicious ask 🥰 I had loads of fun writing this 😏

Mechanic

Pairings: Din Djarin x reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v smut, blowjob, Lil bit of dark!Din, cursing.

A/N: this is pure filth and I’m not sorry 😏 blame @anaaaispunk for fuelling the fire 😉

Sitting in the cantina, you scan your surroundings for immediate threats. Realising your ok, for now at least, you let out a sigh of relief. You’d lost count of the number of weeks you’ve been on the run, and for what, killing some ex empire general or something. You did them a favour really, pity no one else saw it that way. So here you are on another planet hiding. God I hope this isn’t going to be my life. It’s exhausting. You make your way to the bar and order another spotcha, the door to the cantina opens, nothing note worthy except the whole place goes dead quiet. Intrigued, you look to see what’s grabbed everyone’s attention. It’s like you’ve seen a ghost, except it’s not a ghost, it’s a man covered in a silver armour. Fuck! They sent a fucking mandalorian, they must be desperate now. You try to act normal, grab your drink and sit back at your table. Shivers run down your spine as he walks past. Closing your eyes, you wait, wait for him to point a blaster at your head, but it doesn’t come. Opening your eyes slowly, you see he walked right past you to another booth. He doesn’t even look in your direction. Maybe he’s not here for me after all. I’m just being paranoid.

***

It’s late when you finally leave the cantina, walking slowly back to the inn. There’s a tiredness in your bones and you can’t wait to lie in bed and finally get some sleep. Entering your room you switch on the light. When the room becomes illuminated you let outa scream.

“Jesus, what the fuck Mando, you scared the shit out of me. How did you know this was my room? Actually how did you get here before me, when I left you were still there sitting, stiff as a board.” You snigger at that.

“Are you done?”

“Oh lighten up, Tin can.”

You both just stare at each other, daring the other to make the first move. He’s on his feet and has you pinned to the door quicker than lightning.

“Not so smart now, are you?”

“Hhmm, I like where this is going, Mando, how did you know I like it rough?” You have a sly smirk and you quit laughing your eyebrow at him. You can hear him let out a sigh.

“We’ve been doing this for too long, you’ve had your fun, enough is enough. Time to bring you in.”

He lets go of you and stands back slightly.

“Get your things, your coming with me.”

He can see your shoulders drop a little, “fine you win.”

He’s stunned. Eyes wide in shock that you haven’t resisted harder. He’d expected you to. Silently hoped you would. Not that you could see, his face hidden behind the helmet.

“Do I have to cuff you? Or will you behave?”

“I promise I won’t run.” Pushing you in front of him, “walk.”

***

Walking towards the crest you ask Mando if you can freshen up. Pointing you in the direction of the fresher, he makes his way to the cockpit setting the coordinates. He doesn’t feel right about this, bringing you in. As far as he’s concerned you did the galaxy a favour. One less imp to deal with. Your worth a lot of credits though and bounties have been slow lately, the ship needs some repairs. He’s lost in his own head when you make your way towards him.

You slipped into something more “revealing” , a dress you’d picked up on tattooine. You put your hand on his pauldron and he looks up at you through his visor.

“Mando, do you really have to bring me in? I mean I’m a nobody, you could pretend I got away?” He is scowling at you under the helmet. “Ok I know, I wouldn’t get away from you, not believable. You killed me then?”. If you could see his face you would see the awe in his eyes. It’s like you can read his mind. You slide into his lap and straddle him. He doesn’t move, doesn’t touch you. You adjust yourself so your right over his hardening member. You swear he lets out a growl. Leaning into him you whisper beside where you think his ears are.

“You know, you could keep me….here..with you. I work as your mechanic, you need one right?”

“Do you even know anything about ships?”

“Eh..well no, but I’m a fast learner.”

“No.”

You slowly grind your hips over his cock. He grips the seat a little tighter, smiling to yourself you let out a low moan. He’s completely hard now, you can feel him at your core. Then an idea strikes. Biting your lip you lean into him again.

“I’m sure you could think of something for me to do. You know…like you!” His hand grips you hard, stopping you in your movements. His voice is harsh now.

“Enough!”

You slowly lean back so your face is directly in front of his visor. You need to try something else!

Slowly, you lift up your dress, revealing your dripping cunt to him. You hear him take in a breath. Placing two fingers in your mouth you suck on them before moving them downward. Once you reach your aching core you slip them inside, moaning at the sensation.

“Oh god…yes…just that like that Mando…yes….fuck me so good.” Without warning he pulls your fingers out, brings them to his helmet, lifts the bottom revealing his mouth. That mouth, Jesus he has a moustache. He sucks them clean before placing the helmet back down fully. Suddenly he stands, gripping your ass tightly. You wrap your legs around his waist as his walks towards the ladder. Putting you down, “go down, put these on, and wait.” He hands you his magnetised cuffs. Unable to speak you just nod in understanding.

Once you secure the cuffs, your suddenly drenched in darkness. What the? A hand grips you around the neck, pushing you towards the wall of the ship. Your arms are placed over your head and secured to the wall. “Think you can tease me do you, that you can fuck your way free, is that it?”

His voice it’s so deep, even without the modulator. Then it finally dawns on you, he’s helmet-less. His stubble is rough against your skin, sending heat straight bro your core. You try moving your hips against him, but he grips your waist tight stopping you.

“Ah ah, you’ve been a bold girl, bold girls don’t get to come.”

“Do you think you deserve to stay here with me, for me to forgo my credits on you?”

“Yes, Mando please, I’ll do anything.”

“I’m going to release your hand now, your going to be a good girl and get on your knees.”

When he releases your hands you drop straight to the ground. He pulls his pants down, grips you at the back of your head and brings you toward his cock. “Your going to take my cock in your mouth aren’t you pretty girl? Show me how badly you want to stay with me!”

He tilts his head back and groans as he feels your hot, wet mouth take him in. You run your tongue up the length of him and tease around the tip. He’s desperate for release, having you tease him all night, so he shoves his cock further into your mouth and begins fucking your face.

“That’s it pretty girl, your doing…so well….taking my cock like that.”

He comes down the back of your throat and you swallow it all. He steps back, stripping completely before he lifts you to your feet. He moves you to his cot and rips your dress off you. You let out a slight squeal as the cool air hits your bare skin.

“Can you take off the cuffs please?”

“Only if you promise not to touch?”

“I promise.”

Once he removes them you go to rub the skin on your wrists. He stops you and brings them to his lips and gently kisses around them. “Did I hurt you?”

“No it’s ok, I’ve had worse.”

“I bet you have.”

“Hands over you head, remember no touching.”

He kisses around your neck, slowly kissing his way down, over your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. You moan at the sensation of his stubble on your bare breasts. He moves down again, begins kissing your inner thighs, your a writhing mess below him. He licks a strip over your folds before shoving his tongue inside. Your body is tingling all over. There’s a heat in your core threatening to combust. Hey sucks on your clit before pumping two fingers inside you. He takes you over the edge and…pulls away.

“No! Why did you stop. Please please I need you Mando. Fuck me.”

He hovers over you and kisses you gently on the lips.

“Din.”

“Hmm what?”

“My name….it’s Din. I want you to know what to call me when you come.”

“Din, it suits you. Now fuck me.”

He lines himself up and fills you completely with one thrust.

“Fuck….so tight….take me…so well.”

He grabs your leg and wraps it around his hip, giving him a better angle. His thrusts are hard and fast and you come screaming his name.

“Fuck, Din….yes.”

You move your hands down to gently hold his face and he freezes. You forgot yourself, caught up in the moment, forgetting he asked for you not to touch him. You reckon it’s something to do with his creed. Worried he will pull away from you, you go to pull your hands away.

“I’m sorry, no touching.”

He kisses you gently on the lips. Grabbing your hand in his own, he slowly brings it back to his face. He closes his eyes at the feeling of you there. Something he hasn’t felt since he was a child. “It’s ok.”

He kisses you again before thrusting into you again. He’s slower this time and you feel all of him now, every ridge, every vein, it’s so intimate even though you can’t see him. Your coming hard again in no time, cunt clenching him tight as he spills inside you. He rolls off you and pulls you into his side.

“So does this mean I can stay?!”

“I suppose. I might need more convincing.”

You laugh as you straddle him, “you better buckle up so, your in for a long night.”

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 3 years

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You’re Not An Awful Parent

This is basically a birthday gift I wanna write to my good friend/bro @pikablob

I hope you don’t mind this. The title was tricky, originally it was Calm With You. But I just changed it...like, I just thought of the titles. And I’m in the Joheda tag right now making this. This is basically an expansion/remake of this Joheda bit I sent to you in a message...I felt like it was easier to use that as my inspiration. Including use some of my stuff I have wanted to write about.

I just really love these two characters a lot. To the point, I will admit, I do selfship myself with these two. But considering you started to ship these two and I was hesitant at first. Despite I originally thought about them before...I’m glad I started loving this ship.

This likely takes place in my Cartoonverse. Or whatever you want to see it. Yet it will likely take place in that. I hope you love this, and I’m gonna try my best writing it. Because I like these two a lot. Here I go.

So I just finished it, and I saved it once as a draft in case. I changed the title from It’s Calming With You I think. I pressed too much crtl z that I erased the last sentence...I hope you folks like this. I really hope so.

Johanna had all sorts of weird feelings. It felt weird to her maybe because she hadn’t been like this in such a long time. She was a grown woman and...it felt awkward having these feelings...it was like when she was with the man who was her husband.

Her relationship with the man only lasted for a few years. But due to personal issues, he left her and their young daughter. Despite Johanna tried to act like it was fine, it did kind of hurt he left. At times he remembers his name, sometimes she forgets it. But she still recalls he had the same hair color as their daughter.

She felt like after that, she may not feel this way again...then Eda Clawthorne showed up in her apartment one day out of nowhere.

Despite a rocky start, and having Eda return what she had stolen from their apartment. She wasn’t a bad person. Yeah, Eda was wanted by the Emperor's Coven, but that was a whole other story. She was genuinely nice when she wasn’t being sassy or whatever else. Eda was mainly pleasant to talk to, despite how different they are. It was very nice to have an adult friend to talk to that didn’t look at her strange or possibly belittle her.

There was also the fact that Eda’s relationship with Hilda was pretty great. At times, it seemed like Hilda enjoyed being with her more. And that made her sad...especially recently with how she thinks she’s being too controlling of Hilda going out on adventures...but that was another subject.

Johanna liked men, she always did. There was nothing wrong with that. But to her, trust was a very important thing. But...these feelings for Eda felt...so awkward...she felt like she was some shy teenage girl. And to make matters worse...Eda was indulging in it. Saying sweet stuff to her which would make her blush.

Was it...a crush? It had to be, even though if this happened when she was a teenager. Her parents would’ve been upset with her. She never really considered this...feeling towards women. Maybe the aftermath of her husband leaving made her ignore wanting love. Sure, there were always some beautiful men out there. But she always focused on Hilda. To make sure she was safe. That’s what was more important to her.

But because of that...maybe Hilda was right? What if she was being too hard on her? What if she should’ve trusted her more? It was the events with the Black Hound and other things that seemed to have made her reconsider some things. Despite Trolberg was a very easy going place...she just grew paranoid and worried for her daughter. Especially after recent events with a break in once when Hilda had gone out with her friends.

It was night time at the apartment, and Eda wanted to visit them. She was disappointed when she learned Hilda was staying at Frida’s house. But she stayed behind and had some dinner with Johanna...

Johanna just really wanted to talk with Eda, about Hilda and her words. Maybe she would give out some good advice, and she just needed it from someone who has some experience in a way...despite her experience might be...stranger than hers or not.

The two ladies sat on the couch. The tv was on, it was a inoffensive channel Johanna decided to put on. Eda wasn’t really in on it, but she didn’t seem to mind. At that point, Johanna just put on the channel because it was mainly family related, something friendly, and possibly make be background noise.

During their time watching the tv, Eda put her left arm over Johanna’s shoulders. It made her blush, but Eda smiled seeing that. For a couple of minutes, she just wanted to talk to Eda soon, and now it was that time.

“Eda”.

“Yeah?” Eda asked.

“I...really want to talk about something important. It’s about Hilda.” Johanna told her.

“Oh, alright.” Eda was curious. What did they need to talk about? Was it about what Hilda had complained to her a while back? Johanna decided to turn down the volume of the tv with her remote, and she sat it back on the arm rest of the couch. After that, Eda took her arm off of Johanna’s shoulders and just put them behind the couch.

“Is everything alright with Hilda?” she asked her.

Johanna didn’t know how to answer that right away. She wanted to say everything was fine...but her recent interactions with her daughter bothered her. Such as the point of literally grounding her because of the Cauldon Island incident. She had to be honest, but she didn’t know the right words.

Eda just looked at her. She could tell Johanna was trying to find the right words to say. Johanna just had her arms in her lap, looking at the ground, and wondering what to say. But considering what Hilda told her before, Eda guessed what she might wanna talk about.

“Is it because she didn’t be honest with you recently?” Eda decided to just say it. Because it was likely the thing she wanted to speak about. But the moment she said that, Johanna’s eyes widened.

“Wait...she told you?” Johanna sounded surprised when she heard that.

“Well...yeah...we had a long talk about it.” Eda admitted to her. Hearing that shocked Johanna for some reason. While she could trust Eda, but it’s the fact Hilda talked to her first instead of herself.

“She...went to you...instead of me?” Johanna putting her hands up a bit, sounding stressed, and possibly feeling heartbroken by the reveal of that. “But...we were supposed to talk about it first.” She kept getting more confused and was sounding more sad. As if Hilda didn’t trust her to tell how she felt. She kept rambling to herself until Eda stepped in.

“Hey, hey, hey Jo...calm down okay?” Eda grabbed Johanna’s right hand with her right hand, while she patted her back for reassurance. “Take a deep breath okay. Breathe in, breathe out. Follow my lead, okay?” she told her friend and she listened. They were breathing in and out, and Johanna felt better after that.

“Thank you Eda.” She told her, closing her eyes. “So, she told you about me grounding her and me being more worried than usual?”

“Yeah, she did talk to me about it. And we had a talk about it. I can understand of why she would be bothered” Eda continued on. “It was a long talk actually. And I wanted to also check if you were okay too.”

“Really?” Johanna looked back at her.

Eda only nodded and smile. “I mean, that’s why I was bummed out when I learned she wasn’t here. To be honest, it makes me feel warm inside when she sees me show up. As if I’m maybe a celebrity. It’s actually pretty cute.” Eda continued on. While she had Luz admiring her and trying to teach her to become a witch. There was something wholesome of Hilda always liking Eda’s company. Despite they got off the wrong foot.

“...I’m an awful parent.” Johanna said as she looked at the ground. With her hands in her lap again.

“...what?” Eda said, sounding surprised by that.

“I just...God” Johanna put her left hand over her nose. “I just can’t take it...or I worry too much. Ever since so much stuff happened. I’m getting more scared for her to be out there. I know she can take care of herself. But it scares me because with recent things that have happened.” She just looked at her hands, and her irritated voice started to sound like she wanted to cry.

“Recent things?” Eda asked.

“It’s not just the fact she’s been lying to me a dozen times. But it’s the fact ever since this break in at one point, and whatever has been happening with this city. I’m just worried for her, and I think she’s started to hate me for it.” At the moment, Johanna sounded as if she was gonna cry.

“I’m just worried that some horrible person is gonna take her away while my back is turned. Or I’m not gonna be there to help her. As if I’m starting to feel weak and helpless...I don’t know what’s been going on it’s just” Johanna choked a bit because she was starting to tear up.

“Hey...Jo...it’s okay.” Eda tried calming her down. Putting her hands on her shoulders.

“My husband left me long ago because of maybe stuff like this. I don’t know anymore. And I’m just...I’m terrified I won’t see her again. And I’m upset by the idea I’m a horrible mother because you are able to protect her and I’m not. Look at me? I’m just some graphic designer and you’re a bloody witch! You’re everything she wants in a mum! And I’m just...normal! She won’t be honest with me, and she hates me!” She cried out, and then put her hands over her face. She started to cry more.

Eda hated seeing her like this. It hurt her seeing Johanna talk about herself this way. Going far as putting herself down because of recent events.

“And...I feel weird...about whatever we have going on!? I...is it a bad thing? I do like men, but...why do you even hang around me? I’m not like anyone you might’ve met at the Boiling Isles...I’m just a mum who might just get kidnapped, or just doing graphic designs while her daughter goes on some adventures behind her mother’s back.” Johanna said.

At that point, Eda may of found out what was bothering Johanna even more. And she knew she had to make things better. She grabbed Johanna’s head and turned it to face her own slowly. With her hands still on Johanna’s cheeks.

“I want you to listen to what I have to say...your daughter doesn’t hate you. She never hated you. We talked about how maybe you’ve being too controlling. But I did talk to her that you’re just maybe worried...and that you both should be honest with each other...but what I didn’t know is what else you had on your mind.” Eda continued.

“Hilda may possibly consider me a fun mom, and I love hanging out with her. But I am not the one who plays Dragon Panic with her. I am not the one who changed her diapers. And I’m certainly not the one who raised her to be person she was...that was you...not me. YOU.”

Eda really wanted to hammer the point she wasn’t Hilda’s mother. But Johanna was her mother. That no matter what Hilda thought of Eda, Johanna was Hilda’s real mother.

“Listen...I understand being scared for her while she’s out there. Trust me, my magic is weakened and I have to make sure there is food on the table for Luz. But I didn’t want her to worry about that. You need to be a bit more open. You need to make her feel comfy about going on adventures. You’re not always gonna be there to protect her. She’s gonna grow up, and you can’t always have this grip on her. But it’s fine you’re scared.” Eda continued on.

“So no...you’re not an awful parent. You make mistakes. We all do. And I hate it when you talk about yourself like that. It hurts me more to see you cry. You’re not just some human who’s a graphic designer...you’re honestly one of the kindest people I know...and I still feel awful of how we met. I just want to make sure you feel alright and safe...okay.” Eda told her.

“....you really mean...all of that?” Johanna asked her, sniffing a bit. But it seemed like she stopped crying.

“Yes...I meant every word. You’re not weak and helpless, and like I’m grateful that I met Luz. I’m glad to have met you and Hilda.” Eda just hugged her after that.

Johanna felt so shocked. The warmth Eda gave her, and the hug felt so reassuring. It was beautiful that someone did understood her, but also telling her what she needed to do. But also someone who told her that she wasn’t weak or helpless. She really needed to hear this from her. After her eyes had be widen for the hug, she closed them, and hugged Eda back.

“Thank you Eda.” Johanna told her.

“No problem...it’s fine...we both needed to let some stuff out didn’t we?” Eda told her. “And we can sit here as long as you want.”

The two women just sat on the couch for about five minutes. They were just embracing each other.

“I’m sorry...for stealing your stuff and that I possibly made you feel worse.” Eda told her. Sounding sad as well.

“It’s okay...I had forgiven you already...but I didn’t know you still felt awful...I don’t hate you.” Johanna told her back. Wanting to reassure Eda of their first encounter. Hearing that made Eda felt relived even more. Despite Johanna had forgiven her long ago, it was nice to hear the confirmation again.

“So.....you still like men right?” Eda said playfully.

Johanna’s eyes widened, and they got out of the hug.

“I mean...just...I’m sorry if I upset you in anyway. I...feel confused. We’re not in a relationship...I don’t know if we have a thing...I just...feel weird around you. But I think it helped me realize some things. I just haven’t felt this way since my husband left...and while you are always flirting...I really enjoy your company.” Johanna said while blushing.

“You’ve never upset me. And hey...sorry if I...get too close at times.” Eda said.

“No...it’s fine...I think...I just don’t get a lot of affection like that. I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship yet...but I again...enjoy your company. You make me feel better.” Johanna told her.

“Awwww, I understand. I just...want you to feel loved you know? But I never wanna make you uncomfortable. I will admit, I love seeing you as a blushing mess.” Eda said with a smile. “If you don’t want to pursue a relationship, that’s fine. I don’t wanna push that on you. But I will be around if you ever need to talk or anything. Whether it’s about Hilda, us, or anything else. Just...use that weird Nowhere Space you guys use...if Tontu doesn’t mind.” Eda said, comforting Johanna.

“And besides...I don’t mind preferring men. I mean...I’ve been with a lot...some are good...some aren’t so good. A lot of them were nice looking...not as nice looking at you.” Eda said back at her with a smile. Which made Johanna flustered. “But you know...trust is key.”

“Yeah...that’s what I think is important too.” Johanna admitted that.

“...hey...if you don’t mind...do you wanna talk about...your husband?” Eda asked her.

“...I think I’d rather not. I think talk about enough things already.” Johanna said while stroking her hair.

Eda decided to grab Johanna and bring her close to her chest.

“Alright. If we’re gonna stop talking. Then we’re gonna do this.” Eda said playfully.

“What are you doing?” Johanna asked.

“I want you to lay on me...I’m just...kind of hugging you. Trust me...I think you need it.” Eda told her.

“Eda. I need to wash the dishes.” Johanna told her.

“Uh uh...screw the dishes...you’re staying here until I feel everything is better okay?” Eda said, not giving Johanna much of a choice. But she didn’t mind it. Being in Eda’s arms and just on her chest felt comforting.

“What about the elixir?” Johanna asked.

“Already had some before I got here. I packed one in case. You’re not getting out of this, trust me.” Eda wanted to make sure she wasn’t gonna let go for a while. “Now...who’s the most beautiful woman in Trolberg?” She asked.

“....I am.” Johanna blushed when hearing that.

“Damn right you are Jo...damn right you are.” Eda said while keeping Johanna close to her chest.

It was gonna be a long night. While Tontu kept to himself, and Twig and Alfur were with Hilda. The two women kept to themselves, and Johanna wouldn’t mind being just stuck in Eda’s arms for a long time. As the witch stroked her hair gently, and just wanted to make her friend she cared about a lot feel comfortable. Johanna deserved that after everything she’d been through.

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madster2005 · 3 years

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“Whatever happened to Robot Jones?” Fanfiction: Polyneux, 1998

Chapter 2: Catching Up

-A WEEK LATER-

The road was awfully barren, with forest on each side. The sun shined through the foliage, close to the horizon. Tim usually didn't drive at dusk or even at night, but he couldn't pass up on the opportunity to get out of his house and see his friends again after a while. He's been busy with his job, and spent most of his free time either eating or sleeping because of it. It was exhausting for him, so having the chance to break that routine and do something enjoyable for once was exciting. His mates, Charles and Mitchell, invited him over to their place to catch up a bit and just hang out. They lived a bit farther out from the rest of the town however, which forced Tim to drive on this run-down and unsettling road. Well, unsettling to him. He's always been a paranoid person, even with small things such as this. Tim tightened his grip on the wheel and darted his eyes around, but never looked too far away from the road.

Eventually, he made it to the place. It was a small apartment building, with only three stories and a small parking lot. He situated his car in a spot, and stepped out, shivering. Even with his heavier jacket on, the cold winter air and wind was still noticeable. Speed walking to the entrance, he took notice of a group of teens roughhousing and chatting with each other by the dumpsters on the side of the building. He wasn’t surprised, it was typical for kids to come out here. There wasn’t much regulation. A guy from the group shot him a look, and he averted his gaze to the ground. He reached the doors, and quickly stepped inside. There was an older woman at the front desk, smoking and reading from a newspaper. Her name tag read “Mary”. She saw Tim walk in and sighed.

“What do you need?” She said simply, taking the cigarette out of her mouth and extinguishing it in a small tray on the table. Tim resisted the urge to cough due to the remaining smoke. He really didn’t need his asthma to act up now.

“Uh, here to visit room 206” He responded, fiddling with his car keys. She nodded and picked up the phone to notify them.

“Yes, you have a visitor. His name is...” Mary paused and looked up at him, and he quickly said “Tim Morton”.

“...Tim, uh, Morton. Is it okay if I send ‘em up?” After a few ‘yeps’ and ‘uh-huhs’, she hung up and gestured for him to go on to the room. He mumbled out a quiet “thank you” and went into the elevator, pressing the button for floor 2. Once the doors slid shut, He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

‘Why does she have to smoke inside? Damn’ Tim internally said, before being interrupted by the doors opening to the floor. He stepped out, and went down the hallway until he reached room 206. Tim ran his hand through his hair, and knocked a few times. Charles opened the door a few moments later, and smiled when he saw it was his friend.

"Hey, it's Timmy! How's it been?" He opened his arms for a hug, and the other accepted the gesture, embracing him. Charles has changed a lot since middle school. His haircut was still quite similar, with it's messy bangs and such. He didn't wear those big shutter shade glasses anymore. He had a small bit of facial hair on his chin and upper lip. He wore a dark hoodie with the Atari logo in the middle, and black pants.

"Don't call me that, and I've just been tired" Tim said with some sarcasm. Charles laughed and left the hug to go close the door.

"I can tell. When's the last time you did anything besides work lately?" He asked as they both walked to the couch. Tim had to think for a moment.

"Well, I watched Jurassic Park last night if that counts... Then fell asleep halfway through" He said, plopping down on the furniture. Charles did the same and fluffed up a pillow behind his back.

"Ah. Well, I'm sorry you've been working so hard, really. It's not healthy to live that way dude, you need time to just chill more often" He spoke, itching his arm. As Tim was about to speak, Mitchell walked out from the kitchen holding a soda. He noticed the guest and nodded to him.

"Oh sup man!" He greeted, cracking open his drink and taking a small sip. Tim sat up and waved, and Mitch sat next to Charles. Mitch seemed to physically change the least among his friends. His bangs still obscured his vision, and he often wore a ponytail for his longer hair. He still enjoyed wearing flannels, and wore a black and white one. He also had blue shorts still.

"How's life been for ya’”?

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The three spent a couple hours catching up and simply just relaxing with each other. As chill as Mitch and Charles act, they still had busy moments with their lives too. It felt good to just stop and take a breather.

Eventually, Mitch suggested watching a movie, so snacks were set out and the lights were turned off. At this point it was night, with only the faint glow of streetlight coming through the closed blinds of the windows. Charles fell asleep leaning on Mitch, who had his arm around his shoulder and ate from a bag of chips. Tim ate popcorn, zoned out and tired.

"Hey bud, you still there?" Mitchell quietly asked Tim. Tim shook his head and rubbed one of his eyes.

"Surprisingly, yeah" He responded with a chuckle. He then looked down at Charles.

"He's not though"

Mitch followed his gaze and smiled.

"Happens often. He doesn't get much sleep either" He put the chips down and petted his head. "Ha, remember that one sleepover we had when we were kids? The one where he decided to pull an all nighter and slept most of the day away?"

"Oh yea, that" Tim laughed as he recalled the memory. "Things were easier back then"

"Didn't you wait last minute to finish, like, all of your essays and stuff?"

"... Things had less consequences back then" Tim corrected, and it was now Mitch's turn to laugh. They both sat in silence for a few minutes after that, trying to focus on the movie. Tim was the one to speak up.

"Do you remember Robot Jones?"

Mitch remained quiet, which made Tim nervous.

"Just because we were talking about memories and stuff" He added, twiddling his thumbs.

"Well, of course I do, Tim. Sorry about that silence, I just... miss him, even though it was so long ago" Mitchell said, resting his head in his hand.

"No, I get it. I do too. Sorry for bringing him up" Tim looked away.

"You don't need to apologize. Actually reminds me of a lot of good times" Mitch tried to lighten the mood, faintly grinning. "We did a lot of fun stuff together, like going to Nob's and ditching a few times"

"So many great memories" Tim said with a smile. "Remember that band we formed?"

"'The Rock Stallions'? How could I forget!"

~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the movie was spent chatting about their childhoods and their lost friend. Once the film ended, Tim could barely keep his eyes open. Mitch knew what that meant.

"You can crash here tonight, it's really not a big deal. You can use our bed, I'm not really going anywhere" He offered, shutting off the TV and snuggling up to his partner. Tim stretched and sighed.

"Thanks, I don't know if I could make it back to my place" He mumbled and closed his eyes. "I'll just pass out here, if that's fine"

"Be my guest. Goodnight bro" Mitch said, half asleep. Tim let out a small noise and then slept.

Meanwhile, across Polyneux, someone just arose from a 13-year slumber.

#WHTRJ #robot jones #this is probably one of the first chapters I wrote lol #wh2rj #whatever happened to robot jones #socks Morton #Cubey cubinacle #Mitch freeman #Polyneux 1998

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obstinaterixatrix · 3 years

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Tagged by @madseason

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

this looks fun lmao. I’ll sort/date them backwards by date published. also it’s been long enough that I might as well include secret fic in the batch too just because there’s a fair amount of them.

being known, being loved, and other disasters you’ll never recover from (ORV) 2021 | After saving the world, almost destroying the world, and somehow surviving the end of the world—not exactly in that order—Kim Dokja spends his time unemployed.

a home to keep (out of reach) (Kamen Rider W) 2021 | After being on the run for a few weeks, Wakana knows that the best way to avoid getting caught is to be paranoid.

“I can’t stay” and other lies to tell (ORV) 2021 | “It’s almost hard to believe,” Yoo Sangah says, wiping away some lingering tears as they leave the hospital.

a fallen star won’t forget the distant sky (ORV) 2020 | There’s a feather-light touch against Yoo Joonghyuk’s head.

on your mark, get set...! (ORV) 2020 | “This was supposed to be about bullying Kim Dokja,” Han Sooyoung says as Jung Heewon secures a knot in the handkerchief now shackling her to Yoo Joonghyuk.

“an acquired taste is just a ■■ing hostage situation” (ORV) 2020 | Han Sooyoung doesn’t need long to pin down why Yoo Sangah’s in the party.

two sides, same coin (SVS3) 2020 | Considering how long and chaotic their courtship had been, Mobei Jun’s marriage to Shang Qinghua is remarkably uneventful.

plan and profit; a failsafe two-step strategy! guaranteed success! what could possibly go wrong! (SVS3) | The dilemma of whether or not the maybe-horny flower caused the, well, brief mouth-to-mouth between Shang Qinghua and his king has become secondary to the discovery that Mobei Jun, as it turns out, might be... rather fond of him!?

call and response (SVS3) 2020 | As much as it pains Mobei Jun to describe himself as such, he is undoubtedly a pitiful man.

on the dangers of indulgence: an unfortunate autobiography by airplane shooting towards the sky (SVS3) 2020 | Some time ago—years, literal decades by this point—Shang Qinghua wrote something self-indulgent.

withered leaves among decay (Original) 2020 | Ōu Qiūfēi finds a body in the woods.

Inspiration Strikes! And The Muse Is...! (Gopri) 2020 | The expression should be more… gentle, probably.

what happened to death of the author, bro (SVS3) 2020 | Once again, it’s time for Shang Qinghua to receive feedback from his most devoted reader.

misery and company (P5) 2020 | Summers in Tokyo have always been somewhat unbearable.

night flowers shirking from the light of the sun (Original) 2019 | The city of Tiěyáng is, frankly speaking, not that important to the Shénxià empire.

grey before dawn (Ultraman R/B) 2019 | Okay.

a little friendly advice may or may not go a long way (P5) 2019 | Guys.

a beef bowl's worth a thousand words (or something like that) (P5) 2019 | Do you have plans this afternoon?

the future looks bright (let's hit the kill switch) (Overwatch) 2019 | Hard light is a pain to deal with.

Light Chasers (P5) 2019 | So, things are getting weird.

there’s a bunch of these that could’ve probably been the same fic instead of two separate oneshots but I’ve never liked the pressure of a wip and I never know if I’ll get an idea for a follow-up.

patterns............ I’m bad at analyzing my own writing. the opening lines definitely skew longer as time goes on, but the one-word openings are outliers I think? definitely most of the opening lines just kind of toss you in... I guess...?? I think I tend to use the opening paragraph as a hook over just the opening sentence. maybe. out of this batch, my favorite opener is “So, things are getting weird.” strong start lmao. being known comes as a close runner up, though.

@dragonomatopoeia @r4bbitdragon @sinelanguage @randomidiocyncrazies @stuffandsundry @internetkatze @wovenstarlight @shesgayfolks @hirokiyuu but anyone who wants to Just Go For It (Or Ignore It)

#writing ramble #long post #if we’re mutuals and you write fic please consider yourself tagged (if you’d like)#there’s a couple folks where I’m like... hm... I’d like for them to do this... but I don’t want to break into their house by tagging them #if they’re not into it #or I might’ve just forgot someone. also a possibility.#also the color coding is cute thanks tumblr user madseason

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liberty-barnes · 3 years

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Miah’s 1K Celebration

so...

welcome to the mess that is my 1k celebration cause i’m unable to make simple choices and can’t stand the thought of letting people down

as you can see, i’m perfectly normal

the literal 1005 people following me would disagree on that but heyyy details

so anyway

one thousand

one bloody thousand people following me

my inicial reaction is whyyyy??? i’m just a bisexual disaster who sometimes writes a half decent fanfic but you deemed me worthy of your follow?

then i started crying cause yk

but bottomline is, i love you all, you’re the bestest people in the whole entire world, so i’m gonna make both a sleepover and a writing challenge

sleepover cause i like answering questions

writing challenge cause it gives me a chance to show you all other artists and discover other artists myself cause we all need them and they deserve more recognition

special shoutout to my mutuals who i’ll tag at the end for always being there for me and supporting me through every high and every low, y’all are the real heroes here

BUT ANYWAY, ONTO THE CELEBRATION PART, WHICH FINDS ITSELF UNDER THE CUT OTHERWISE IT’D BE TOO BIG TO PROPERLY REBLOG (i tend to ramble a bit, but you already knew that)

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: December 20th 2020

Who can participate: everyone, anon or not! no need to be following me either

send me asks for:

✨ my opinion on...

🌻 cast my mutuals as...

🎵 i'll put my playlist on shuffle and give you a song

🍉 random fact about me

🦔 what's my favorite...

🍀 i'll give you advice (or just listen to you rant, if you want)

💬 last text [insert person] sent me

💌 handwritten letter

🎬 movie rec

📖 fic or blog rec

📘 inspiration behind [insert fic name], how i came up with it or if you have questions about it

🖋 line from one of my WIPs (tell me if you want fluff or angst, i won't tell you the pairing or anything, that's no fun)

💋 kiss, date, marry [insert people]

🎤 give me a song an i'll do a mini cover of it (it will be 1min long tops cause that's all tumblr can take lmao)

📷 random picture from my camera roll (you can request a theme if you want, like pictures from my childhood or awkward pics or something)

Rules:

• Open to anyone (don't have to be following me)

• Send me a DM or ask with the prompt(s) you want (two people tops per work) and who you're writing about

• Smut is allowed but make sure to put it in the warnings

• I will accept works for any Marvel character or cast member, part of the Holland clan, 1D member or affiliated, Teen Wolf characters or cast member, Maze Runner character or cast member

• Can be reader inserts or not, but please specify it in your DM/ask too

• Tag me when you're done

• All works will be rebloged under #Miah's 1k writing challenge and put in a masterlist that will be specifically created for this writing challenge

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: January 11th 2020

Prompt list:

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

3. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

4. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

5. “Can you just please hold me?”

6. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

7. “Can I stay here tonight?”

8. “You’re really warm.”

9. “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

10. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

11. “You are crushing me right now.”

12. “Darling I love you and all, but please get out of my kitchen.”

13. "I leave you alone for five minutes and this happens."

14. "I didn't fall. The floor looked lonely so I wanted to hug it." "Then why are you crying?" "It was an emotional reunion."

15. "There's no such thing as too many fairy lights."

16. “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

17. “I love you.” “No you don’t”

18. “Any other lies left to tell me?”

19. “I miss the old you.”

20. “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

21. “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

22. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

23. "It's okay. It's not your fault that I couldn't be enough."

24. "Please don't leave me."

25. "You have the emotional range of a teaspoon."

26. "Will you shut up for once in your life?"

27. "This isn't about us."

28. "I will shove a christmas tree so far up your ass that when you open your mouth we'll see the fairy lights."

29. "I'm not crying, my eyes are sweating"

30. "Is that blood?" "Yes, but it's not mine." "Is that supposed to make it better?"

31. "I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

32. “Why is arson always your first answer?”

33. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?"

34. "I can explain!" "Then explain." "Okay, I can't explain."

35. "Get out of here with your facts. Just because you're accurate does not mean you're interesting."

36. "How many hearts did you break while trying to keep yours intact?"

37. "I know everything. It's in the job description."

38. "One more word out of you and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth."

39. "Do you listen to girl in red?"

40. "Is that code for something or am I just paranoid?"

41. "With how things have been going, I might as well start working at a circus."

42. "I love (him/her/them)." "Then why did you give up?" "Cause (he/she/they) deserved better."

43. "I want to ask but something tells me the answer will be more disturbing than anything I can think of."

44. "Do you think he's... *flicks wrist*?"

45. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" "Do you want me to answer that honestly or politely?"

46. "Just how clumsy are you?"

47. "So... the weather?"

48. "Just leave."

49. "Don't you fucking dare!"

50. "You don't have to talk right now. But whenever you're ready, if you're ever ready, I'll be here to listen."

tagging and complimenting my amazing mutuals cause y’all deserve it

@parkersbliss thank you for marrying me, first of all, and for being the most amazing wife one could ask. i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and i will never stop ebing thankful for your existence

@peterspideyy thank you for listening to my rants along with grace and supporting me during all my simping, you’re the sweetest thing existing since powdered sugar

@theamazingtomholland thank you for always putting a smile on my face, reminding me that i’m loved everyday and just being you, cause it’s the best thing you could be

@lozzypoz321 thank you for listening to me rant abt my fics and how much i hate writing and then motivating me to write again or do basic things like get out of bed lmao (we still have the best taste in music)

@everything-is-alrightt kenzie lovely, thank you for being the pure little ball of unfiltered joy that you are cause even thinking about you and the jump shit your brothers get up to makes me smile like crazy, you’re amazing and don’t you dare forget it

@spider-trash thank you for being my brother, going alon with my ridiculous schemes for corrupting posie and making me laugh out loud every time you come up with something even worse, you’re the coolest bro i could ask for

and finally, thank you @fallinfortom for inspiring me to write in the first place, being an amazing mum to us, an actual good role model for me to have and for your random appearances in my dreams and the fun english teacher who makes us read tom holland fics instead of english literature. you’re amazing and i’m incredibly thankful to know you

love you all to the ends of the universe and back again, Miah

#libbys stuff #miah's 1k celebration #miah's 1k sleepover #miah's 1k writing challenge

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Happy Together : 2

Small World

Character(s): (deceptively) dark!Steve

Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. It goes without (and with) saying that this is 18+.

Series Synopsis: The reader is stood up while awaiting a blind date, instead finding herself keeping company with the restaurant’s famous owner; Steve Rogers. After that night, she tries to forget her humiliation but she just can’t shake one thing about that night: him.

Chapter Summary: The reader sees a familiar face.

Notes: For reference to setting, see the previous chapter. As for this one, I hope you have patience. Now, Witness kinda took a few chapters to get to the crux, but this one might take a little longer. ;) But I promise, it’s going to be some very fucked up Steve eventually. In advance, I thank everyone for following along and soon I will start adding to other WIPs one Witness is finished (maybe finally start that Medieval AU lol) <3

Thanks to everyone who reads and as always, I looked forward to hearing from you in the replies/reblogs/tags/asks. <3

You were annoyed that you had wasted time at that restaurant waiting on yet another unreliable and selfish man. You could’ve used the hour finishing your latest commission but instead you spent your Saturday morning on the project. You usually tried to save that day for yourself. Self-employed, you made it a priority to work at least six days a week. You were paid well enough, quite successful as it was, but you liked the security of having a little extra under your belt. Besides, it always made you anxious to think that you could be actually doing something instead of lazing around on your couch watching Netflix.

Plus, you needed the distraction from your self-pity. The humiliation lingered for a few days after and even your work couldn’t erase it entirely. Why hadn’t he come? Was it an innocent case of forgetfulness? Or maybe he had changed his mind after seeing you. Tandi had exchanged your information via Facebook and he had seen your photo the same as you had his. Perhaps he hadn’t been as pleased at the prospect. Ugh, you didn’t even know him. Just forget it!

It was Wednesday and the disappointment was still a speck at the edge of your mind. It was sunny for once, a light jacket over your blouse and jeans as you basked in the warming spring air. You walked merrily to the park, happy to be outside, refreshed almost. You found a place on one of the bench, the melody of birds and interspersed voices of people filling the flowery air. You pulled your tablet and pen from your leather tote and opened up your program, working on the outline of the geometric logo you had started the night before.

Every now and then you looked up from your work and admired the serenity nestled amidst the chaotic city. You crossed your legs, resting your tablet against your knee and continued to draw, the sunlight hugging you. A blur moved across the top of your vision and paused, looming closer and you slowly looked up. The tablet nearly slid off your knee as you spotted the man approaching you. It couldn’t be.

“Hey, it’s you,” Steve greeted, his perfect smile shining brighter than the sky. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name the other night.”

“Um, Y/N,” You answer, shading your eyes from the sun beaming over his shoulder, “You remember me?”

“A face like yours is easy to remember,” He replied coyly, “I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Yeah, I uh...know,” You admitted shyly, “Thanks again…”

“Oh, it was nothing,” He waved away the gratuity, “Do you mind if I sit?”

“Go ahead,” You shrugged, steadying your tablet across your knee.

“Are you drawing something?” He asked, your tablet half-dimmed as it threatened to lock.

“Yeah. Working actually,” You explained, clicking the sleep button and shifting the screen against your thigh. “I’m a graphic artist.”

“Ah,” He nodded, “Makes sense. It must be fun. Doing something creative like that.”

“It can be,” You answered, “I…” You paused, his eyes never leaving yours. He was so intent on you, as if no one else was in the park. How had he picked you out among the crowd? Half of New York had probably been in his restaurant. You shook away the overly paranoid questions and continued. “Depends on the job, really. I mostly just do corporate logos and designs. Can’t really get paid for what I want to draw.”

“Well, what do you like to draw?” He stretched his arm over the back of the bench, you almost didn’t notice as it slid behind you. You were sure it was just a casual gesture, a habit he didn’t give much thought to, but it felt entirely too intimate.

“Life, I guess. People, animals, trees. I just like to create scenes, not just...symbols,” You said, nervously twirling the pen between your fingers. “I prefer to paint, really.”

“Oh, yeah? Do have any of them on that thing?” He pointed to the tablet, “Anything you’re willing to show me?” You blinked as his tone caught you off-guard. He was talking about your art and yet it seemed like he meant something more. You could’ve sworn his eyes had strayed from your face for just a second. God, you were crazy. After being stood up and nearly two years by yourself, you were growing delusional.

“I might, I, um...one second,” You unlocked your tablet and saved your work. You opened your gallery and flipped through your files, settling on a quick sketch you had done of a sparrow that had built a nest outside your building. “It’s just a drawing, but, um, here.”

You handed over the tablet and he tilted it so he could see the screen, his brows lifting as his eyes ran over the lines and shadows done in monochrome, splashes of auburn here and there to give a hint of life to the sketch. “Wow, that’s really good.” He looked up, holding the tablet out to you, “You’re very talented.”

“Thanks,” You looked away shyly, “Really, it’s just a sketch. I’ve seen way better.”

“No, no, what you do is amazing. You shouldn’t compare yourself to others,” He smiled as you took the tablet, your fingers brushing his by accident. “You’re you and that makes it more than a sketch. It’s art.”

You allowed yourself a small smile. “Thank you,” You locked your tablet again and set it on your lap, resting your pen beside it.

“Well,” He slowly pulled his arm out from behind you, his warmth releasing you as he stood. “I’ll leave you to it. I’d hate to keep you from you work.” He checked his watch as he spoke, “And I’ve got to get to the restaurant for dinner service.” He looked back to you, his blue eyes searching you, considering you closely as he measured his next words, “You should definitely come back some time. You know, no date required.”

“Yeah, uh, sure,” You nodded evasively. You didn’t really want to admit that you couldn’t go back not because you were dateless but because you had bills. “It was, uh, surprising to run into you.”

“You, too,” He grinned, his golden brows twitching, “The special tonight is salmon. You should give it a try….have a good one.”

He turned away, strolling across the park and onto the street. You drew your brows together as you saw a silver car pull up and he got inside. Why would he be walking through the park if he had a town car? You shook your head and readjusted your tablet across your knee. Maybe he had just gotten out to stretch. You doubted he had gone out of his way to bug you.

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You balanced the mugs, careful not to spill any of the foam as you walked between tables and found your seat by the window. Tandi was sat with her phone out, grinning at the screen like an idiot. You set her latte in front of her and cupped your own warm mug as you sat down. She finished typing and relinquished her phone on the table. She looked up at you, starry-eyed over her latest fling. Well, they’d been seeing each other for a couple months so maybe it was getting serious.

“I’m real sorry about Danny,” She said. She had arrived as you were waiting in line, grabbing a seat as you bided your time in the queue. Your mouth twitched and you looked away. The heat still rose in your cheeks whenever you thought of the painful hour spent in the restaurant. It had been more than a week.

“It’s not your fault,” You grumbled, “It was just embarrassing...I can’t believe I sat there that long. It was like everyone was staring at me.”

“I’m sure they weren’t, but it was a dick thing to do. I’ve blocked him on Snap, Facebook, and Twitter.” She smirked, “So yeah, fuck him.”

“Ha, thanks,” You scoffed, raising your mug to sip from it, the foam cooling the espresso. Your eyes wandered out the window as you leaned back in your chair.

“You know, not all guys are like that, Y/N,” She trilled, “Carson’s a nice guy and he has lots of friends.”

“I don’t want to date any of your boyfriend’s bros,” You protested, watching the passerbys through the glass. “Carson’s nice but not my type and I can’t imagine his friends are of a different cut.”

“Well, you should at least consider someone. Anyone!” She said dramatically, but before you could chuckle it caught in your throat. You swore you recognized that blonde head across the street. You couldn’t say for sure as it quickly ducked into the suit shop and you blinked as the mug in your hand wobbled. You steadied your grip and turned back to Tandi. Right, you were going crazy.

“I will. One day. But I’m fine right now. Work’s good and steady and I feel pretty good. I can do what I want when I want...Living with Mike was difficult and I didn’t even realize how much I hated it til he was gone.” You stopped yourself before you could get too emotional. “I know it’s been a long time, but I’m working on it, a little at a time.”

“I know…” She reached over and touched the back of your hand, “I just want you to be happy; healthy.”

You smiled. A genuine smile. Not the one you put on for strangers or when you were anxious. A real one and it felt good. You took another gulp and waited for Tandi to begin her usual train of gossip. She always had the messiest stories about her workplace; she was an actor and had garnered many a theatre job, enough at least to keep her studio apartment. Once she began, it was hard to stop her and your latte was drained by the time she finished.

Her phone shook the table. She flipped it over and checked the notification, her face shone. “Carson’s back from his trip,” She almost sang. You stared at her and sighed as her eyes rounded brightly.

“Go on,” You relented, “You’re free to go. I won’t keep you. Just call me when you get a chance...if you get a chance.”

“Thank you,” She stood so quickly she hit the table with her hip. She pulled on her thin trench, pulling taught the belt around her thin waist. “I love you, you know that?”

“I know. That’s why I’m letting you go,” You crossed your arm, “Just let me know you’ve arrived safely. You know I’m paranoid.”

“Sure, sure,” She leaned down to give you half-hug, “I’ll see you.”

“See you,” You patted her lower back in return, “Bye.”

You watched her go, content at least with the hour shared with her. You couldn’t expect her to put her life on hold because you had. You weren’t bitter but you mulled her words. Just because one jerk had stood you up didn’t mean they all would. Maybe not today or tomorrow or the next day, but you’d be ready to start again one day. For now, you wanted to pop into the used bookstore just across the street. You always found something interesting there.

You stepped out into the cool spring afternoon, the evening looming as a hint of rain floated in the air. You ran across the street and hopped up onto the curb, your focus solely on the book shop. You entered with a ring, the small bell above the door announcing your entrance. The storekeeper was sat at a desk stacked with book, the daily newspaper held aloft like a shield. You headed for the back shelves where vintage magazines were kept in old filing crates. You liked to use them for inspiration.

As you picked out decades-old issues, the bell jingled again but you didn’t pay much heed to the arrival of another. You continued to thumb through the magazines until you had half a dozen, content that they would last you a while. You stood and looked along the shelf, walking parallel to it slowly as you read the titles of ancient odes and medieval limericks. You stopped to pull out a collection of Wordsworth, the spine thin and worn, easily falling open in your hand.

“Excuse me,” The voice interrupted you before you could finish reading the title of the first poem. It was oddly familiar. Your lashes fluttered in disbelief, “You dropped…” Steve’s voice died and he chuckled as you turned to him slowly, “You again.”

“Uh-huh,” You mumbled warily. It had been him on the street retreating into the suit shop. That would prove he had been in the area for more than an hour but why? He held no wares from his visit to the tailor’s. Another coincidence? Surely, you weren’t that special.

“As I was saying, you dropped this,” He held up the white pen you used with your tablet. It had likely slipped out as you knelt at the crates.

“Thanks,” You accepted it and tucked it snuggly in the side pocket.

“What’s that you got there?” He asked, nodding at the book in your hand.

“Nothing,” You closed it and placed it back on the shelf. “I was just wasting time.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled, resting his hand on the shelf as he leaned on it casually. “I just kinda stumbled in. Saw this copy of Dante’s Inferno,” He held up the painted cover which depicted an eerie cave spiralling ever downward, “My mother used to keep a copy but I never read it. Thought maybe I could give it a try.”

“Cool,” You hugged the magazines to you chest. Something about him being there at that exact moment was off. The unease was stronger than it had been at the park; his spontaneous visit had been more believable then. You tried to smile. You were being dumb. And what were you even afraid of? He used to be an Avenger. He was good guy. “I was actually just about to head--”

A clap of thunder shrouded your next words. You looked past the bookshelves as the light rain you had failed to notice through the window began to pour down in sheets. Your distress must have been plain as your lips parted slightly.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked, shaking you from your despair. You looked back to him and tried to think of something. Anything.

“I’ll catch a cab,” You shrugged him off, trying to seem unperturbed. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Don’t waste your money. You can share my town car. He’s just outside. I’m sure you don’t live too far out of the way.” He smirked, his hand shifting along the shelf as he edged closer. You almost didn’t notice the subtle movement.

“Really, I can’t. You’ve already done enough. I really should, um, go.” You back away only to find the corner at your back.

“I won’t let you say no,” He asserted, “Come on. Just a car ride. That’s it. I mean, do you really wanna stand out in this and hail a cab?”

You stared up at him as you considered the invitation. Why were you so reluctant? He had done nothing to earn your distrust. If anything, he had only done you favours. But why? Oh, shut up brain, he wasn’t Mike. Or Danny. He actually seemed like a decent human being so why were you being so dumb?

“Okay,” You relented, “Sure. Why not.”

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kimshavacado · 5 years

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Dead Heat Ch. 5

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Arranged Marriage/Mafia AU

Summary: Three extremely powerful families with enough power to bring down entire governments, all with vastly different views on how things should be run. The Min family thinks everything can be solved with money, the Jeon family think everything can be solved with violence, and the Kim family relies more on thought which leads to a lack of action. When Kim Y/N loses her father, she only has one way to save herself and her family. But it involves having to give herself over to a stranger. How the hell is she not supposed to punch him in his stupid rich face?

Dead Heat Masterlist

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Awkwardness

A/N: Sorry it took so long, but I’m back in the country and ready to write! Be prepared for more of the guys to make appearances in this chapter. Please enjoy these wonderful words I’ve so carelessly thrown onto this site.

Chapter 5: Never Have I Ever

***Jimin’s POV*** Jimin finished the drink in his hand before grabbing another from the closest bartender. He wasn’t really keen on spending the night sober. Not when he had to look over at you sitting at the front table with Yoongi. He was losing you, and in more ways than one. It was only a matter of time, so why not take advantage of all the free alcohol? Maybe Jimin could just forget that entire night and rid himself of the situation he found himself in.

He knew he had definitely succeeded in one aspect when he woke up laying face down the next morning feeling like shit. He let out a large groan and buried his face deeper into the sheets that he then realized were not his own. They were too soft and warm. He groggily raised just his head trying to get a grasp in his surroundings. The room seemed a bit familiar until he lost the strength to place it in his mind. His head fell back down as he submitted to become one with the mattress. “Jimin!” Someone shouted outside the door to the bedroom. Almost imediately the door was swung open as someone bursted inside.

“Bro we gotta go, come on.” He then knew where he was.

Jimin sighed deeply into the sheets before looking up to see an impatient Taehyung.

“The others are downstairs. An important meeting or something. Let’s go, put on some clothes.” Jimin lazily rolled his body out of the bed and was greeted with a throbbing headache. He should’ve taken it easier last night. When he left the room with Taehyung, he was still confused as to what was happening at the moment. “What the hell Tae? Why am I here?” Jimin asked. “No idea, but everyone’s back. I figure we’re about to find out.” When they reached their destination, they found several familiar faces gathered around the table. “Hey there sleepy head!” A loud voice chimed from the table, ringing through Jimin’s head. “Ugh, Hobie it’s too early for that volume.” Jimin responded to the cheery friend. “Yah! I’m the one who had to drag your drunk ass out of that party last night. Let me do as I please!” He complained right back at him. Jimin just groans and throws himself into a chair next to Taehyung. Tae was about to say something to Jimin when another person entered the room, causing everyone to look up. Once he noticed that he had the complete attention of the room, he got straight to the point without a greeting to anyone. “Due to my father’s current state, I’ll be taking over duties for the time being. Starting today we’ve pulled everyone back from their assignment. Min has been gathering too much information from us lately. As it turns out, he has as many spies as we do. You will all be confined to the house for a short while until we figure out what they have on us. Don’t contact anyone outside of here. Any questions?” “What about the fact that Kim’s daughter is a Min now? Are we gonna do anything about that?” Taehyung asked, causing Jimin to listen a bit more closely. “We’ll deal with that when we’re better able to gauge the situation.” The thought of “dealing with you” ran through Jimin’s mind but he immediately buried it deep down. He never thought that it would ever have to happen, and secretly hoped that he wouldn’t have to be the one to do it. But by burying the thought, Jimin came to a sudden realization. “Kook, how much do we think they know?” Jimin asked, noticeably more worried than everyone else. “We’re not sure yet, but they have enough.” Shit. He had come to terms with the fact that one day you would find out, but damn he felt worse than he thought he would. That’s what he got for spending so much time with you instead of the guys. Maybe the time he had to spend confined with them would remind him why he’s here. But right then he felt like… well… shit.

***Y/N’s POV***

You have been spending quite a bit more time with Yoongi. It’s not like you’ve been spending every second with him, he is busy very frequently. But in the evenings you eat meals together and drink tea while sharing stories. And honestly, it’s a good distraction from everything to get to know him.

It’s been so long since you’ve met someone new. You haven’t really had to get to know anyone new since you were a kid. Then again, you’re not really close with anyone right now as it is. Maybe Yoongi is the person you know most about in your life. What a strange idea… You find Yoongi very different but also very similar to yourself. You were both made from the same mafia boss archetype complete with tragic backstories, but it went even beyond that. Your conversations were pleasant because he had the same sarcastic banter abilities as you. You think you two could’ve been friends in a different situation. You two have a pretty good bonding routine until one day Yoongi doesn’t eat with you. You find yourself feeling sad that he’s not there, but blame it on the lonliness of being stuck inside all the time. But that lie you tell yourself doesn’t stop you from waiting up for him. From your regular tea spot, you hear him come home around 10. You peak towards the front door only to see how much he looks like shit. You have the urge to tell him so, since it would be amusing to see his annoyance, but instead you offer him tea.

That’s out of character, you shouldn’t get used to being soft on him. But you don’t really know where you stand with him. You two are starting to get close, but you keep associating him with the shit you discovered in his office. You need to pull yourself together. He doesn’t respond to your tea offer and instead drops his stuff and head straight into the kitchen. There he rummages through cabinets and pulls out some liquor. “Wow, that kind of day huh?” You ask. “Yeah. I just… do you want some?” He offers. “Absofuckinglutely.”

You two attempt to have a normal night after that, only the tea is replaced with alcohol. You find out that damn, Yoongi can drink. He’s an unhealthy number of drinks in and has become a whole new person. He’s like a child, animated, easily distracted, and a little bit paranoid.

You aren’t doing very well either being that you can’t seem to form complete sentences. You two had definitely lost it, especially when you started playing Never Have I Ever. How classy of you. “Bullshhhhiiiit!” You screech. “There’s no way you have never experienced that in your life!” “I enjoy taking things in life slower.” He defends. “Gaaaah but it feels soooo good! "Listen I’m just not into that sort of shit.” “…It’s not some weird kink, it’s just roller coasters.” “Yes but I don’t enjoy the idea of being hurdled through the air so exposed like that.” “It’s so FREEING though!!!” You attempt to push your feelings about roller coasters onto him, but your power doesn’t seem to work on him. He just sits there and stares at you until you give up. “Fine, then. Never have i ever married someone against their will.” It’s a low blow, and you realize how low when Yoongi’s face sinks. He sighs and downs the rest of his drink. There’s a moment of awkward silence before he gives you a serious glare.

“Fucking drink, Y/N.” Now you felt bad. You knew that he probably hadn’t planned for this to happen either, but you said it without thinking. You take your last sip and look back towards Yoongi.

“I’m- ”

“You should probably go to bed.” He says without looking at you. You can’t tell if he’s angry at you. All you know is that Yoongi might be the only one you have for a while so you can’t afford to be on bad terms with him. When he stands from the couch you desperately stand as well.

“Wait! I didn’t… I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want this either, I’m just…”

“Drunk.” He finishes the sentence for you.

“Yeah. I… I think I want to be friends with you, so please don’t let my harsh drunk personality make you hate me.”

“You think? What does that mean?” It’s then when you realize how close you’ve been standing to him. You’re practically toe to toe. If you were sober you’d probably back off a bit, but drunk you is a bit too worried about other things.

“I’m… not really sure.”

There’s a long moment as Yoongi’s face relaxes and you two separately ponder your relationship. You find yourself still lost in thought when Yoongi lowers his head for a breathy laugh. He looks back up to you, places a hand on the side of your face, and stares at you for a moment.

You internally panic since drunk you is not equipped to deal with something regrettable happening right now. You literally hold your breath.

“Go to bed.” He says as he lets you go. “You’re gonna feel like shit in the morning.” He begins to walk away, leaving you dazed. Eventually you catch yourself and call after him.

“I’ll bet you’ll feel worse, you drank like twice as much!” He laughs at this and turns away, heading to his room before calling back to you in a mocking voice.

“Goodnight wife!” This man was testing your patience.

A/N: The boys all have a role to play in this story so stay tuned. I start a new job this weekend that involves managing children so we’ll see how my update timeline turns out. Once again, I appreciate your lovely selves. :)

Next Chapter

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digikate813 · 6 years

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Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Recs

I’ve seen a bunch of people doing these, and i really wanted to too. I may be late to the party here, but I hope I can point you towards some cool stuff to check out. Most of what I read in the fanfiction circle is Gravity Falls, so this post is mostly just multi chapter fics from the Gravity Falls fandom! I might do one for one-shots, and I’m sorry if I forget any major ones, but this is what immediately comes to mind that I highly recommend.

Stanswap by @orangeoctopi7

Reverse Portal AU at it’s best! The Reverse Portal AU was popular for a while (almost on par with Blind Faith) and a lot of people tried to grab onto the idea, but after all this time, it just seems to have left a lot of incomplete works in it’s wake. That is not the case here. It’s still going, but it shows no sign of stopping until it tells it’s entire story. And this story has been insanely detailed and well executed. Retelling almost the entire series as if Ford was the one taking care of the kids, and the dilemmas he faces with the fact that Stan is stuck on the other side of the portal. Not to mention most of the jokes are on point with something you’d hear in Gravity Falls. The author is someone I am proud to call my friend, and that all started when this fic was recommended to me.

30 Seconds Later by @invisibletinkerer

A pretty recent one that i really hope gets more attention. I’ve seen people do fanart and stuff of Ford being the same age as when he got sucked into the portal, while his home dimension and Stan aged, but I didn’t really see much potential for a full story in that idea. That changes with this fic, which again is still ongoing, but updates fairly regularly. The interactions between the Grunkle Stan we know and love and a Ford who is still fresh from his sleep deprived paranoia days, and still susceptible to Bill’s possession brings so much engaging conflict that i cannot get enough of!

My Demons by @kazriku

An oldie but a goodie. This one is basically a Mystery Trio story that focuses mostly on Stan and Ford, and the first chapter was written before A Tale of Two Stans came out. Adjustments were made after that episode came out, but this fic is very much telling it’s own story on how the Stans became so distant, and the incident that lead to Ford being trapped on the other side of the portal. Filled with mysterious suspense and some entertaining brotherly bonding, even if it hasn’t updated in a while, if we’re talking about fanfics I appreciate, there was no way i couldn’t include this one. It was the first major GF Fanfic I read from the person who would become my first mutual, and chances are this fic lead to me reading all the ones you see here!

By the skin of your teeth by @apathetic-revenant

I didn’t realize just how popular this one was until today, but it deserves it. It’s so good! When Stan gets into his argument with Ford after Ford calls him for the first time in 10 years, he realizes that something's wrong with Ford. He’s very sick and his house is a wreck. There is so much tension and angst in this one as Stan puts the pieces together about what’s been going on with his brother, and Ford continuing to fight what seems like a losing battle. There’s a happy ending, but it takes quite a bit to get there, and it is glorious!

And Then There Were Three by @kalajorn

I’m just going to say it. This is one of my favorite Mystery Trio stories. Ever! With an author who I think really is under the radar in the community. Mystery Trio is probably my favorite AU for Gravity Falls, but depending on who you ask, it either got stronger or weaker once A Tale of Two Stans came out. For me, it only got stronger, and this fic is an excellent example of why. I adore the scenario presented here of how Stan and Ford eventually reunite. How there is some spark of their connection as brothers still there, but there are still forces interfering with that, and using the material from canon to build some great tension. Updates take some time, but i promise you it’s worth it. This story only gets more engaging with each chapter and i’m hoping it’ll stay that way.

A Little Bit Lost by @impishnature

Impish is really a beacon of life for the GF fandom. Regularly producing high quality content of all kinds. I could have put any number of her stories on here. If you miss Gravity Falls, and you want to reminisce about it over a weekend, scroll through her AO3. You’ll find a lot to enjoy. But one of my personal favorites is this compilation of fics surrounding the Feral Ford AU. An AU that vanished as quickly as it arrived. I was even going to write something small on it, but i just never got to it. Anyway, these stories of a paranoid, almost animalistic Ford from what trauma he faced on the other side of the portal is just so powerful. Every idea has a new obstacle. Sometimes it’s comforting. Sometimes it’s heartbreaking. But there’s always something to grab your attention and not let go. I come back to these a lot, and they are always a great read.

I’d also recommend her Mystery Trio fic Phobos, but that one hasn’t updated for a while. But I still really like it so here ya go!

Maybe it’s Not Too Late by @rum-and-shattered-dreams

Why was this one so hard to find? It’s awesome! One of the reasons I’ve dived so deeply into Gravity Falls fanfiction more then any other fandom I’ve been in, is because even after the official shows credits rolled, it still left us with so much potential for what other adventures were out there. And this is one of the best examples of that. It’s a great, insanely engaging post series adventure involving pretty much the entire main cast and the return of the Shapeshifter, with Fiddleford and Ford as the main focus. Yes, it is partly a Ship Fic, which I’m not crazy about, but I don’t really find it distracting. There is so much in this story, and the shipping is just another element of it. And FiddAuthor is one of the ships I tolerate more, so I don’t really mind that much. The rest is just too dang good!!

Better Kept Secret by BadonKaDank

Another one that nearly alluded my radar until a friend mentioned it to me back when it had just completed, and I’m glad they did because this story is AMAZING! Having someone from one of the boys’ past come back for revenge is another premise that was circulating for a while that I freaking adored!! There were a few good pieces of writing out there on this (and even a comic currently going on), but this fic is at the top of the chart for me. Filled with drama, action, intense and suspenseful moments, it’s one that really stuck with me that i can’t believe I almost missed.

Goodnight Stanley by Kitsunesocks

I haven’t seen many people mention this one, and while it may not be the most angst filled story involving the Stan Bros, it’s still a great one. Without giving too much away, while Stan and Ford are getting ready to head back to Gravity Falls, they discover that Bill might not be entirely gone, and that he may be plotting a way to come back right under their noses. Despite how common it is, this is a premise I’ve never been crazy about. I think @thesnadger Axolotl is the only story like this to engage me past the first chapter. Except this one. This is a great adventure of a story. The pacing is excellent and the characters are on point. Some of the most accurate I think I’ve seen in a Gravity Falls fic. I especially appreciate how proactive Dipper and Mabel are in this story. A lot of fics like this tend to push them to the side to make room for the Stans. But this story makes good use of everyone involved. It’s not the most emotionally driven story out there, but it’s one of the most well put together stories I’ve seen in a GF fic.

Blind Faith by @pinesinthewoods

Oh my God! This one! I originally wasn’t going to include this one because I know the author is no longer active in the fandom, but again, appreciation post. And this story deserves to be appreciated no matter what. You all know this AU, where Stan and Ford both wind up on the other side of the portal, and have to face the horrors on the other side together. Blind Faith was already fairly popular at this point, but this story propelled it to something else. Something stronger. Something with depth. Leaving you with chills as you finish every chapter. Aside from My Demons, this is probably the first fanfic I was checking for updates on, daily. This brought many new ideas to the AU that you still see in the occasional new content today, and that is something truly special. This is from yet another author who I am proud to call a friend, and it’s weird to think that back then, I was just a fan of something a lot of other people were. I’m sure most of you have read this one, but if you haven’t, go read it! It’s one of the best out there.

Stanley McGucket by @thelastspeecher

This is the sort of fic I don’t normally care for. Tons of original characters and a lot of shipping. That’s not a bad thing, it’s just not for me. But the premise was just too intriguing to resist. The idea of Stan being offered a job from Fiddleford’s parents and basically becoming an honorary member of the McGucket family is a really endearing premise. And when certain characters reunite or put the pieces together about who they are to each other, it really gets the ball rolling. You’re just waiting to see how everything will turn out, and it’s a pretty great ride. I followed this story and it’s expansions for a while. Then it branched into multiple AUs on it’s own and it just got way too confusing to keep up with the tag. But the main story is still a enjoyable ride from a type of fic that usually doesn’t grab me. But it had an interesting idea that pulled me in, and followed through on it. Welcome to the McGucket Family Tree Stanley

Amnesia by @ducksalive

Okay, yeah. This one isn’t technically a Gravity Falls fic. But I’m really into Ducktales right now and i was running out of Gravity Falls stories. So yeah, I’ve started diving into Ducktales fan fiction. Even wrote one of my own which you should definitely check out. Please? There’s not much out there that’s grabbed me as much as these other stories yet (if anybody knows any good Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera/Gizmoduck stuff out there, let me know), but something about this one had my attention.

I’m one of those people who is immediately intrigued by amnesia stories but the reason most people aren’t is because of how often they can go wrong. So far, that’s not the case here. In this story, Donald is the one with amnesia, and Glomgold finds him and convinces him that he’s his uncle, and that Scrooge is the enemy. From there it’s a race to try and help rescue Donald from a trap he doesn’t even know he’s in. While Donald constantly suffers for it. If you’re the type of person who likes family angst (which chances are you do if you’re a fan of any of the above fics) then you’ll get a kick out of this. Every time you think the family is going to get Donald back, Glomgold manages to snatch him away. And realizing just how far he’s willing to go to keep Scrooge’s nephew on his side is just shocking. This is another story that’s still ongoing, so there’s no telling how this will conclude yet, but at the moment, I am very emotionally invested in this one.

Over the last couple of years, I’ve gotten way more into fanfiction then I ever would have imagined. I never looked twice at it before, but now I’ve been a spectator to many creative stories, the authors of some of my favorites have become some of my closest friends, and I’ve even written a couple myself. I may be late to the actual day, but I hope this shows my appreciation for all the fanfic writers above and a few dozen I’m probably forgetting at the moment.

#fanfiction #reccomendations #gravity falls #ducktales #fanfic #fanfiction appreciation

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justfangstvdto · 6 years

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Open Coffin | Chapter 14: “Hello My Old Heart”

Pairing: Kol x SalvatoreSister!Reader

Warnings: fluff galore, splashes of angst here and there, canon divergence

Word count: 2873

Tags & Author Note at the bottom. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Your name: submit What is this?

The windows are stained with the remains of the storm that had rolled through in the late hours of the night.

Like the weather, your storm has calmed as well. The raging sea containing the nights spent alone, the hatred towards Klaus and bloodlust calmed to a soothing, smooth as a mirror ocean, where only the breeze forms tiny, patterned waves.

You feel your heart beating like it hasn´t for a hundred years, almost as if your heart is saying, “hello old friend, miss me?”

You cannot even begin to fathom it the warming feeling of tranquillity settling in your bones.

Neither can Kol as he traces his fingers over the delicate skin over your shoulder blades.

Your head is propped up on his chest, resting on your arm. Clothes are scattered on the safehouse´s smooth concrete flooring, leaving a trail to the enormous bed. You could barely keep your hands off each other when you finally found Mae´s safehouse.

Kol´s eyes are entirely focused on you, hanging on each constellation of words that come out of your mouth, puzzling together to moments he couldn´t experience with you. Still, he listens intently, his lips curved into a smile while you tell your tales.

“And that's how I came back here. Hunting your brother and a decoy. It was a mess.”

“Forget the diamond.” He says and you look at him with the most surprised look, making him laugh ”I´m here, we´re here and nothing comes close to paradise. Not even a life with Nik lying in a box.”

“So we´re just letting him get away with it?” You ask, more than curious about his sudden change of plans.

“No. We lie in wait, let him bask in safety - that's when we'll strike.”

“Stabbing him in the back, huh? Sounds dangerous and absolutely insane.” You say tracing your finger over his bare chest “ I love it.”

“I knew you would.”

“But enough about your brother. We can finally do whatever we want, let's not waste it with talking about him.”

“Whatever we want?” Kol raises an eyebrow “Then I want to do this” He tucks at your arm resting on his chest with care, pulling you into him. He plants kiss after kiss on your lips, melting into each one.

“I think we done that plenty.” You try to get out in between his mouth devouring yours.

“Don't tell me you're sick of me already?”

“Never in a million years.” You trace your fingers over his skin, the raindrops reflecting on it with the first light of the rising sun. He´is breathtakingly beautiful.

“What?” He asks, your persistent gazing awaking the butterflies in his stomach.

“You’re handsome”

He raises his eyebrow and you could swear there's the slightest blush on his cheeks. “Shouldn't I be the one complimenting you?”

“Hey, you deserve compliments too. Especially when you look so… luscious.”

“Luscious?” He chuckles.

“Luscious.” You lean in and he closes his eyes anticipating your lips on his, but you pull away as they're about to touch, rolling off the bed to grab Kol´s shirt on the floor. It's still the same shirt he wore back in 1914.

“You're evil ” Kol sighs in frustration.

“Or hungry. Probably both. No, definitely both.” You wink at him before disappearing out of the door, the scent of Kol´s shirt accompanying you the whole way.

Kol smiles, drops his head back on the pillow, the realization of your reunion only now setting in, burning in his chest with such intensity he fears he´d combust any second.

He forgot how it felt being with you, and now that he finally experienced it again, he will never let go.

A few hours earlier at the Boarding House

Stefan's finger is hovering over your name on the bright screen of his phone, hesitant to gather the courage to call you. There's this tightness in his chest he can only interpret as guilt on how he handles things.

Yes, he is still angry, and yes he cannot believe that you are the cause of his and most of all, Elena´s suffering. But then again, your actions are no different than anything he or Damon have done in the past.

He brings his thumb down, then up again, then down once more before he gives up and throws the phone behind him, landing on his bed.

You probably would not have picked up anyway. Or at least that's how he rationalized it.

The sudden sound of Damon cursing loudly downstairs startles him, his interest peaked.

"What is this?" He asks as he approaches the filled table

“Not now, baby bro, I'm researching.”

The sheer amount of opened books and excessively hammering on the keyboard startle him. Damon is not the type to excessively do anything besides drink or throw sarcasm around. But researching? On his own? Never.

“Researching? You?” Stefan says, rounding the table.

"Ha! I found something. Maeyra Cain, tried by the nine covens and sentenced to death by hanging in New Orleans in 1719. Yeah, obviously not true.” Damon scoffs “A delinquent witch, huh? Interesting.”

“Why are you googling Y/N´s friend?”

"First of all she's creepy, second of all, she shows up right when the original family ditch their coffins? A little suspicious don´t you think?"

“Don´t tell me you´re worried about Y/N´s safety.”

“I'm not.”

“Clearly.” Stefan points to the several books on the table.

“Shut up and get back to, I don´t know, grooming your hero hair. I have work to do. “ He waves him off but Stefan doesn´t budge.

“Damon. “

“What, Stefan?!”

"If you´re so worried about her why don't you talk to her?”

"Why don´t you?" He counters and takes Stefan´s following silence as agreement to the fact that he too is still holding a grudge "Exactly. Now stop breathing down my neck."

Stefan leaves the room but looks back once to see Damon pick up his phone hovering over presumably your phone number as well.

The fact that Damon is worried about the company you keep is a very good sign he might come around in the end.

Maybe there's hope after all.

Y/N | Safe House

You didn't actually get to enjoy the much of your “meal” because Kol swept you off your feet, literally, which eventually resulted in slow dancing in the enormous kitchen, an old-tunes radio station softy playing in the background.

“Where do you want to go first?”You say, lifting your head that was nuzzled in his neck “Back to New Orleans or Rome, maybe Greece? Uh, we could start in New York, it´ll blow your mind!”

It's more than obvious how excited you are to show him the new world he has yet to experience. You haven't been that full of energy and tranquillity for centuries.

“Everywhere.” He says and rests his forehead against yours“As long as you're with me.”

“You think I´ll ever let you go again? No chance.” You shake your head “You´re stuck with me.”

“And there is not a single soul in this universe I´d rather be stuck with.” He says, “Just you and only you.”

As his whiskey eyes gaze into yours, the following truth surfaces that has been clear as day for a century: You are, and you will always be in love with Kol. And the most thrilling part about it, he will love you equally, come what may.

The annoyingly alerting sound of your phone that has been lying on the kitchen counter ever since you came back, tears through the magical moment and Kol jumps slightly, not used to sounds like this suddenly appearing.

“Sorry I forgot you’re not used to these things.” You turn around to get a hold of your phone as Kol´s arms already sick around you, his head resting on your shoulder. It seems that he still has to remind himself that your real.

That he's really here.

“It's Mae. She wants to meet both of us. Some kind of emergency.” You hoped you would have more time alone before the drama begins. But a promise is a promise, even if she forced it on you. That's just how she is.

“Way to ruin the moment.” He groans, annoyed by her interference.

“I know that you two didn't get off to the best start, and Mae is well...Mae, so I understand you might not be her biggest fan, but I trust her. And you trust me, right?”

“More than anyone.”

“Then trust me that I know that she's not here to hurt us, okay? Besides she's not that bad if you get to know her. Once you crack that shell of hers, you´ll like her as much as I do.”

“Okay. I will try to be….more considerate.”

“Good. Now, as much as I hate to say this, you should probably put a shirt on.”

What a shame indeed.

Mae said to meet at a diner on Route 20 that's leading through Mystic Falls.

“Is this proper attire in this century?” Kol asks looking down at his, in his eyes, modern clothing as he walks up the steps leading to the diner “Seems..informal.”

“That's the point. People don't usually wear suits anymore unless it's a special occasion.”

“Tell that to Elijah.” Kol snickers and opens the door for you, a gesture others might find strange in this day in age, but you always found it flattering.

“You want a booth?” The overly energetic waitress asks as the doorbell subsided after your entrance.

“Actually we're meeting someone.” You say looking around the packed diner “Dark hair, about yay high, looks like she wants to rip your throat out with her teeth?”

The waitresses welcoming smile drops, and she points down the long checkered-tiled hall “Last booth on the right.”

You finally spot her, flipping through the large menu on the table. She looks up as you approach the table,

“There you are!! I went through the menu 4 times already. This diner sucks.” She says as you slide into the red leathered booth.

Kol follows behind, sighing, visibly uncomfortable by Mae´s presences. Something about her seems to rub him the wrong way. However, perhaps the century-long daggering made him only paranoid.

“Ain't happy to see me I take it?” Mae asks when she senses Kol´s discomfort.

“I don't like you.” He says bluntly. He can´t ignore how on edge he feels around her, almost the same intensity when he's around Klaus, which is almost hysterical because she couldn't actually hurt him in any way. Unlike his brother.

“So?” Mae scoffs without any emotional indication “I don't need you to like me, matter of fact, most people don´t.”

“Mae, just get to the point.” You interrupt, knowing she would give one of her speeches if you didn´t “What's going on? Why are we here?”

She slides over a white card, the word Invitation plated with gold on the front “Seems like mommy dearest decided to throw a party. And she wants to talk to you.” Mae says as you flip the card, the words “I believe it's time we got formally introduced - Esther” scribbled on the back.

“To me, why? And how did you get this?” You ask as the waitress comes over but Mine just waves her away. She's never been very polite.

“Because believe it or not, I'm invited as well.” Mae flips another invitation on the table “Both of you invitations came with mine. As for why she wants to talk to you, well, it ain't good, that's for sure.”

“Let them have their pathetic party, we´re not setting foot in that house.” Kol throws slides the card back over the table, dismissing the idea to join his families gathering.

“Oh, no we're definitely going.” She and looks at you “ We had a deal, remember?”

“A deal?” Kol asks surprised, not knowing why you haven't mentioned it earlier.

“Look, I thought you would never come back so I agreed to help her before leaving town. We can still leave after this. One last hurrah, and we´re gone, okay? Besides, when have you ever declined a party invitation?

He didn´t. But this gathering isn't like any other. He fears the worst if his mother comes into contact with you. And he´ll be damned if he let anything happen to you.

“Fine, but if I hear more than a rumour about hers or my families intention, we´re leaving.”

“Just to ease that worried mind of yours,” Mae says, “you´re barking up the wrong tree here. You don't have to worry about my intentions. I´m on your side.”

“That remains to be seen,” Kol replies, staring at her with slightly narrowed eyes that usually makes his opponents blood run cold.

“Can we talk about the plan, please? You do have one, right?”

“Have you met me? I always have a plan. And this one is very simple.” Mae says and leans back “Esther already wishes to speak to you, so you need to tell me everything she says. “

“And you care, why?” Kol asks, not sure why she wouldn't be interested in what his mother had to say.

“My interest is irrelevant. I´m here to keep that coffin of yours open and empty, and to ensure that no harm befalls you two or your family.”

“But why?” You broach the subject again ”Why do you care about Esther's scheme? IF she's even planning one. It's not like it personally affects you.”

“It does. It affects all of us. I heard that her lacky Finn was spotted gathering supplies for a spell and considering she´s one, one of the most powerful witches alive and second, a Mikaelson has me suspicious.” “No offense.” She says and briefly looks at Kol “I rather know what she's up to than remaining clueless.”

“Whatever my mother is planning, she won't succeed.” Kol states “Not a spell nor a reunion.”

“We'll see, won't we? Anyway, you know what to do. Go get dressed up; there´s plenty of clothing back in the house. I need to get out of this greasy dump.” She tucks the menu back into the holder “See you later.”

You and Kol look at each other, knowing that your plans to leave town just got postponed for at least an evening. An evening in the lion's den once more, this time with a pride of them in one house.

It´s gonna be one hell of an evening, one way or another.

The foyer of the Mikaelson Mansion is already packed with waiting and chatting people reaching all the way to the large closed double swing door. There´s champagne everywhere, as are decorations, typical to a Mikaelson party.

“I already loathe this.” Kol mumbles, followed by a deep exhale.

He scans the room quickly before he spots Mayor Lockwood talking to Damon. He recognized her from a picture you showed through the quick briefing back at the house.

“Mayor Lockwood. We haven't formally met.” He takes her hand and plants a kiss on her hand to impress her “Kol Mikaelson. I hope your lovely town embraces us just as much as we plan to embrace it.”

Damon holds out his hand as well, pretending they haven't met already “Damon Salvatore. Have we met?”

Kol looks at his hand and but doesn't shake it and rather intertwined it with yours instead “I've met a lot of people. And you don't particularly stand out.” He fakes a smile and brushes past him, their shoulders colliding.

“Did you see his face?” You chuckle, covering up the fact that Damon didn't even acknowledge you, nor addressed you back there. He seemed even more distant than usual.

You walk further into the reception area, arms intertwined as Mae steps out of the shadows like she usually does “Whew! You two look sharp I like it!”

“You cleaned yourself up nicely as well.”

“To be honest, I'd rather wear boots under this dress, but one needs to blend in once in a while, right?” “Or not”

You follow her gaze and immediately roll them at the sight of Elena, wearing the most enormous ball gown in the room “What the hell is she doing here?”

“Oh, this is gonna get interesting.”Mae smiles feeling the drama already rising, just how she likes it.

It will be interesting indeed. However interesting might be the understatement of the century in this case.

A/N: I had severe trouble with this chapter, out whatever reason, so if anything feels rushed, out of place or whatever that might be the reason. HOWEVER I am so excited for the next one. The Mikaelson ball is one of my favorite episodes, hopefully the next chapter will do the original episode justice.

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darspeaksout · 2 years

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“Raining On Your Parade”

Hey pussy boy, what the fuck it do?

Your girlfriend comes to me with all the shit you failed to do

She said you didn’t eat her right and that her pussy was so good you needed bed rest

Told me she was contemplating breaking up with you after you lasted

Only three minutes in bed

That dick game is weak

That bank account is skeet

Hate on her for having money while all you do is stay at home and play League

Leech off your parents’ cash as you sleep on their couch

Can’t even shave your dick on time for these pussy appointments

Shit, bro, you really are a clown

These boys put in zero effort then panic when I come around

I don’t even need to flex to show the outline of my chest

I don’t even need to sext to let them know I’m good at sex

I don’t need to say a word to make her fall in love with me

All I do is mind my business, can’t help if these losers get jealous of me

These insecure men are intimidated by their women’s finances

If you feel threatened she’s the breadwinner, then date a broke bitch instead

Y’all buy your cars and your sneakers and your expensive tech

But flip the script and double the standard when she treats herself next?

Y’all stay quiet when you can pay for dates and splurge on her endlessly

But all of a sudden got something to say when she can now afford a Fendi

You don’t want a girlfriend, you just want to control

I don’t discriminate between genders – men can still be stupid hoes

Y’all get paranoid when she starts to show some skin and dress a little sexy

Forgetting that out of all the guys who hollered, she chose you

So why the fuck should you be worried?

If your lady got it, be grateful and let her flaunt it

But if you got a problem, you can be a pussy boy and suck it

Pin her down in bed, don’t pin her down in life

‘Cuz she got options with that beauty and that charm of hers

And she can find another guy

Somewhere out there is the hotter version of you, a man more confident

You could even be him if you went to the gym, read a book, and instead of being a simp, used your fucking head

To all my straight fellas I must say sorry

I know we only met and I haven’t been that friendly

I didn’t introduce myself ‘cuz your girl already told you about me

About how I treat her right even though we’re not dating

How I take away her pain from hours of our late night talking

How I let her do what she wants and assume control

But that I’m there to listen and keep her on the safe side of the road

I’m sorry that she dumped your ass and is too busy being a hot girl

But you should’ve known what you were getting yourself into when you decided to date a hot girl

Can’t tame them, can’t hold them down, they say it’s a man’s world

But the world would mean nothing without a woman or a girl

I got her ex-man’s eyes glued to her IG wondering who it was she tagged

Then I stress him out even further when he clicks on my profile

And sees he has to make a follow request

I got her ex-man messaging her when she posts that new perfume

Saying, “Where’d you get it? Who bought it for you?”

It was me, pussy boy

I’m spoiling your girlfriend, what are you gonna do?

I got her ex-man worried so he asked his bros to stalk me

I accepted all their follows ‘cuz I felt like being petty

Put her initials in my bio with the red heart, chain link, and padlock emojis

She’s swiping right on Tinder as she laughs on my bed next to me

Didn’t rain on your parade, I took a shit on it

Then I sprayed some V.I.Poo ‘cuz I'm hygienic with it

Fuck your mascots, your balloons, I’m going up, up with it

Y’all try so hard to pump yourselves but really you’re just deflated

I’m chilling at the summit, call me Everest, my style is elevated

Her new man’s dick got some girth, need the radius to measure that circumference

I got straight guys in my DM’s asking how I did it

I got straight guys wondering if I really fucked their girlfriends

I got straight guys thanking me for being gay as soon as they find out

‘Cuz if I were straight I would’ve taken all these girls

And have them wrapped around my arms

- dg

#poetry #gay #lgbt

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commander-yinello · 7 years

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For His Eyes Only

(Finally another part of the Under the Cover series! I’d link the previous parts if it didn’t kill this post appearing in the tags. -.- So because this is becoming a bit harder to read without reading the previous parts, I recommend checking out my AO3 link on my blog header where the full story is posted! Please enjoy! <3

Unknown: I don’t get why me being drunk was such a big deal Unknown: You guys worry too much, I’m an adult Jumin Han: Saeran, you knocked over a chair and apologized to it. ZEN: You shook hands with the Ambassador’s wife and said her dress looked like a pineapple Yoosung★: That was so funny though Jaehee Kang: I don’t think the Mexican Ambassador is coming back next time… Unknown: … Unknown: Sorry ZEN: Honestly I’ve done worse Jumin Han: True. ZEN: HEY!! D:< Yoosung★: Same here. Yoosung★: At least Zen isn’t a lightweight ;;;;; MC: Believe me when I say everyone goes through their ‘drunk at an RFA party’ phase! Unknown: I appreciate you guys trying to cheer me up 707: I love you lil bro but you gotta watch the alcohol Unknown: Don’t worry, I learned my lesson Unknown: I’m almost done with groceries, I’ll be home in a few minutes MC: See you soon!

***

Saeran put his phone back in his trouser pocket as the cashier finished ringing up his stuff. He remembered only bits of the RFA party, having woken up with a headache and burning embarrassment. Saeyoung made sure to make him drink lots of water, which thankfully reduced nauseous he felt.

As for the RFA, they reacted milder than he expected, which immediately made him paranoid. But the expected punishment never came; Saeyoung’s friends were not cruel. Something he still had to get used to, even after all this time.

He accepted the bag from the cashier with a nod. No harassing figures in the store this time at least. Despite his brother asking him to rest, he was determined to do his chores even with a headache.

Outside, the sky looked dark and threatened to burst. Saeran figured he could make it if he walked fast enough. The rain that followed minutes after proved him otherwise. He made a run for it, arriving completely drenched at the bunker. He was glad the security system recognized him and let him in right away.

“Saeyoung, can you bring me a towel?” he called out, taking off his shoes and socks, water dripping all over the hallway.

A towel was tossed on his head, which Saeran gladly accepted.

“Thanks Saey- Oh.” It took one quick glance to see Vanderwood standing next to him, and anxiety hit him like a truck.

The former agent gave him a warm smile. He knew he should thank Vanderwood, but his mouth refused to open. Damn it, he was too hung over to deal with his messed-up feelings towards this guy now.

“Do you want another towel?” Vanderwood asked, already holding it out.

Saeran shook his head and let the towel drape over his head, pretending to dry his hair. Anything to avoid eye-contact.

“No lecture on how I could have gotten sick in the rain?” He mumbled, desperate to hide how flustered he was.

“I’m sure you are aware of that already. I often forget you’re not like your brother. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from worrying, especially last night.”

Great, he made Vanderwood worry too. Saeran bit his lip. “You don’t have to look out for me, you know.”

“But I do. And… I guess I want to.”

That made him lift the towel. Vanderwood’s normally serious appearance was absent, his face red and avoiding Saeran’s gaze. Saeran had never seen him this nervous. “What… do you mean?”

Vanderwood moved closer and draped the second towel over his shoulders, gently patting his arms dry. “I’m sorry for making you nervous. I didn’t mean to, but I was too busy fussing about you and your brother to consider how you felt. Last night… What you said, I was awake all night wondering what my true feelings are.”

Oh God. What did he say last night?! Saeran wanted to sink through the ground, instead he just kept staring as the brunet continued.

“I owe Saeyoung a great deal, even if I don’t show it. He is family to me. I thought that I felt the same to you at first, when I vowed to protect you both after what you two had gone through. But lately, every time I see you... You said it felt good when I’m around you, and I can’t deny that I feel the same.”

Wait, what? A million questions ran through Saeran’s head as Vanderwood finally looked him straight in the eyes, hyper aware of the agent still holding the towel covering him.

“This morning I realized it. I constantly think about you. The last visits here I had almost forgotten to check up on Saeyoung despite that being my primary goal.” The brunet took a deep breath. “I… I like you, Saeran.”

That could not have been interpreted in any other way. Saeran was sure his heart had stopped.

“I-I know I’m overwhelming you and perhaps I misunderstood you. If you can’t return my feelings, I understand. You can tell me and I’ll stop visiting for a while-” Vanderwood rambled on uncharacteristically.

None of the word waterfall reached Saeran. It was pure noise, cancelling out anything in his own mind. Vanderwood was still so very close to him. This time, it sparked something else besides his nervousness. Something pleasant that consumed him and made him dull.

On pure instinct, he closed the tiny space between them, kissing the taller man.

A millisecond later his brain caught up and started screaming at him, causing the redhead to quickly push Vanderwood away, both with eyes wide.

“I… I...” Saeran stuttered.

“Vandy? When did you arrive? God, Saeran! You’re soaked!” Saeyoung appeared in the hallway at the worst possible time. “I bet Mary already told you off, but I will do it again!”

“Ineedtogo.” Saeran had run away before but never this fast, almost tripping just to get away.

Only when he had safely entered his bedroom and sat down against the door did he allow himself to breathe.

Oh God. I messed up. I messed up so bad. I just kissed him for no reason.

For no reason?

…What am I even doing?

***

Vanderwood watched Saeran run and traced his lips with his fingers. That… was not one of the responses he had expected. He had expected to leave happy or disappointed. Instead he was confused by Saeran’s contradictory actions.

“Wow Mary, what did you say to him?” Saeyoung asked, side-eyeing him.

“What I had to, Saeyoung. I’ll be off.” Vanderwood grabbed his leather jacket and headed towards the exit.

“What?? You just arrived!”

“I know.” The ball was in Saeran’s court now and last thing he wanted to do was pressure the younger man. It was already bad enough that he felt this way, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide it – best get some closure and have Saeran simply hate him. Even if that would hurt him more than any of his past wounds had.

Vanderwood wondered if Saeyoung had an idea what was going on with that smirk. “See ya soon Vanderweed,” he heard the twin say just before he closed the door.

#vanderan #vanderwood x saeran #fanfic #drabble #under the cover #mary vanderwood 3rd #saeran choi #Unknown #mystic messenger #mysme

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sportafreddie · 7 years

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Consultation Hours: Chap. 2

Relationships: Joseph Christiansen/Dadsona Additional Tags: Dadsona was a soldier, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mentioned Amputation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Depression, Religious Content, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Identity Porn, Panic Attacks, Prosthesis, Past Character Death, Canonical Character Death Summary: “Darin (Dadsona) goes to the church’s anonymous consultation hours because he is at the end of his rope. Joseph Christiansen tries to help him. In the process, he might end up helping himself too… .

“Um, now that I’m here again, I remember you didn’t actually tell me how I’m supposed to start. I know you said it’s not a confessional, but there has to be some kind of, I don’t know, opening I ought to follow. Forgive me not-father, I haven’t sinned, but I’m still feeling like shit and last time actually did help, so here I am again.”

There is no reply. After a few minutes of sitting surrounded by silence, I shift in my seat and look at my phone again. I took a picture of the poster Joseph had put up next to the door, since I was prone to forgetting such things as numbers, dates, faces and names, and I’m definitely on time. I certainly wouldn’t have pecked Joseph as someone who was ever late.

Just as I start to think about leaving again, I hear footsteps hurrying towards the box. The next moment, the door to the other half is opened and in steps a familiar figure. “I’m so terribly sorry,” Joseph says. “I had to attend to some important matters at home. I hope you weren’t waiting for too long.”

He sounds out of breath, like he ran here, but there is also an undertone to his voice, a tension that would be easy to miss. Something tells me those matters at home weren’t of the nice kind.

I clear my throat and Joseph startles. The fact that our roles from a few weeks ago are now reversed makes me chuckle. “Hello, Joseph.”

I do not expect him to recognise me immediately, but he does. “Houdini!” Wait, why does he sound relieved? “I was worried when you didn’t show up again, but part of me hoped that means you were finally doing better... How are you?”

“Well. In my improvised opening lines, I said I feel like shit, so…”

“Improvised… opening lines?”

Heat rushes into my cheeks. Suddenly, I’m very, very happy he wasn’t there to hear it. “Doesn’t matter.” I exhale shakily and rub the back of my head. Amanda cut my hair a few days ago. The edges are uneven, but it’s much better than the mess of too-long-hair I had before; it had reminded me too much of my time in hospital. “I’m… not good. At all. I can’t remember the last time I slept for more than two hours. Though to be fair, I kind of avoid sleeping, because of the nightmares.”

“What do you dream about, Houdini?”

I laugh dryly. “The stereotypical things. Shouting, crying, gunshots, bombs. The day I lost my leg. Blood. Smoke in my lungs. Do you smoke?”

“I used to,” he replies after a beat. Even as he says it, I can hear he isn’t sure whether he should even talk about it. “When I was young. But not anymore.”

“What made you stop?”

Joseph shifts in his seat. “My wife’s pregnancy. When she showed me the pregnancy test and it was positive, I threw away all my cigarettes and quit cold-turkey.”

“I smoked before the accident. Most people in my squad did. Helped you keep calm, kept the fears and the anxiety at bay, you know? I was bedridden for so long after they cut off my leg, I detoxed without meaning to. Once I was on my feet—“ I snort. “—on my foot again, I bought myself some cigarettes and wanted to smoke, but the scent and the taste… it brought me right back to that day, so I stopped for good. It’s kind of funny. My husband always wanted me to quit, said it’s bad for my lungs, and there I came back from duty and stopped.”

It isn’t funny, not one bit, but I still laugh. It’s the kind of self-deprecating, dark humour that doesn’t go well at parties and only makes things worse. Joseph doesn’t laugh along; I can see him look at me and can feel his concern even without actually seeing him.

“Not your kind of humour?”

Joseph chuckles. “What gave it away?” I don’t give a reply, but the question doesn’t need one anyway. When he speaks again, Joseph’s tone of voice is less carefree and more serious again. “Is there anything you can pinpoint that would explain why your mood dropped so drastically the last weeks?”

“I can only guess it’s the change of scenery. New neighbourhood, new faces… well, mostly.”

“What do you mean?”

I smile and flex my hands. “My old roommate from college now lives in the area, too, not so far away from my own house. It’s crazy. I haven’t heard from him ever since I was deployed and now we meet again, after so many years.”

Joseph’s silence lasts a touch too long. I frown and try to read him through the wall that separates us, but only seeing the outlines of his body, it’s practically impossible. “Something the matter?”

He jerks as if he’d been lost in thought and shakes his head. “It just reminded me of something I overheard in my neighbourhood, don’t worry about it.” He clears his throat. “Moving away from the environment you are familiar with, trying to make a life somewhere new, can be very difficult and stressful, even for people without your experiences. What I think could help you is to get out of your house and meet the people in the area. Forging new bonds of friendship might help you feel at home and that in turn might improve your mood. That is not to say all your problems can be attributed to how you feel, but what we do and who we surround ourselves with plays a large role in how much our problems affect us. If you don’t do anything to try and break free of that vicious cycle, if you keep doing the same thing over and over again, it’s only going to get worse. At the very least, it certainly won’t get any better.”

“Speaking from experience?” I find myself asking, because there had been something about the way Joseph said it that set off my Dad senses. Trust your instincts, our sergeants had always told us, a lesson I keep close to my heart.

Joseph chuckles. Even someone without my people reading skills would have been able to tell it was fake. “No, unless we count counselling people whose situations improved after they did something.”

“Joseph,” I say, but then pause. It’s none of my business whether he speaks from experience or doesn’t; we’re here because I want him to counsel me, not the other way around. I shift in my seat and sigh. “Look, call me paranoid or something, but I feel like there are things that bother you, too, and if you are to be believed, then talking about your issues helps. You don’t know me, I know next to nothing about you, ‘s not like I could use whatever you told me against you. There’s clearly something going on with you. Wouldn’t it be kind of hypocritical if you didn’t listen to your own advice?”

The youth minister is silent. I can see him looking down at his hands, stiff like a stick, and wonder whether I took things too far. I’d always been blunt, direct; the military only made that trait of mine worse. If asked, I wouldn’t be able to tell how many times I had to do extra lapses because I stepped on my superiors’ toes.

I open my mouth to apologise, but Joseph beats me to it. “I’ll think about it.”

He sounds sincere about it, so I drop the topic.

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“Have you met any of the other neighbours yet?”

I stopped for a moment to stretch and rubbed my prosthetic leg through the fabric of my track pants. Craig came to a halt next to me, wiping the sweat off his forehead. It was still surreal to think that it was Kegstand Craig standing there, the same man who once drank a whole jar of marinara sauce and claimed it was a fruit smoothie. He was so much fitter, so much healthier now than he had been during their time in college and what rough edges had been there all those years ago were refined now. Both of them had changed so much. Whenever I looked at him, I remembered the man I used to be and something inside my chests constricts painfully.

“No.” I grunted out. “I always seem to miss them when I go out. But one of the neighbours dropped by and said hello the first day, though Amanda answered the door, not me.”

Craig chuckled. “I can guess who that was. Did he drop off an invitation for barbeque?” I nod. “That was Joe. He tends to invite us all at least once a month and let me tell you, the man makes a mean burger. Speaking of the barbeque, why didn’t you come to the last one?”

I paused mid-stretch, arms behind my head, and looked down at the ground. Because the mere thought of leaving the bed and having to deal with people made me want to throw up. I didn’t say that out loud. Craig might have noticed something about me was different since college, but no one went to war and came back unchanged, and a lot of time had passed. I saw no use in telling him about my problems sleeping, eating and living; I had the consultation hour with Joseph for that. Why tell him about that, when you didn’t even tell him about your missing leg. “You know how it is. Amanda and I unpacked our stuff and tried to put everything where it belongs.”

Craig hummed. “Yeah, a house doesn’t feel like home with a dozen boxes standing around. I guess I’ll accept that reason this once, bro.” He nudged my shoulder with his fist and grinned at me. “But only if you promise to come to the next one. All cul-de-sac families show up there, even Robert Small.” There it was, that faint blush that always came whenever Craig talked about that mysterious neighbour. He hadn’t outright said it, yet, but I could tell he was crushing hard on that man. He might have changed since college, but the signs were still the same, and I had been there when he got together with Smashley.

I lightly kicked against his leg, then got back running. We were on our way back from our morning run and I could already see my house again. Joseph’s words rang in my ears. “If you keep doing the same thing over and over again, it’s only going to get worse. At the very least, it certainly won’t get any better.” I had to admit, ever since I accepted Craig’s invitation, I did feel a little bit better. The exercise helped tire out my body; most days, I managed to sleep after I came back. Not for long, but it certainly was an improvement.

We passed the house right next to mine, when a blond man in a pink shirt and brown khakis opened the front door and went to retrieve the newspaper. Craig waved at him and gave me a look that I interpreted as “That’s Joe”, so I waved too. Joe looked like he thought about approaching us to talk, but a voice calling from inside the house put a damper on his plan. He waved at us and turned to go back. For a moment, something akin to dread flashed over his face, but it was gone so quickly again, I might as well have imagined it.

I decided not to dwell on it and followed Craig up to his porch, where we decided on the next time we’d run together and exchanged our goodbyes. Limping slightly, I made my way back into the house. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was watching me until I closed the door behind me.

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I didn’t know why the nightmares returned after leaving me alone for so long. My new routine with Craig had worked so well, part of me, that optimistic self Alex somehow managed to ingrain deep within my soul, had hoped they would never come back.

You would be so lucky, huh.

I was up and on my feet before my brain could even register and send the urge to scream down to my vocal chords. Blindly, I searched for the nearest wall and used that to keep me upright. The wallpaper felt different, rough under my fingers, almost like stone or sand. When I opened my mouth to gasp for breath, I could taste sand on my tongue, sand and wind and blood. I wanted to scream, but my throat was too dry, not a sound came out.

I have to get outside. Out. I need fresh air. Out—

My body functioned on auto-pilot. I grabbed the nearest jacket and shrugged it on, pressing my cheek against the soft fabric that was so different from the army-issued uniform, it helped ground me. The last remnants of my nightmare were still echoing in my brain as I opened the front door and stepped out into the cold night. It was dark, except for the streetlamps that created little circles of light in a perfectly uniform spacing.

Panicked, I made it to the street before my legs gave in and I landed on my knees. My leg-stump protested, since the position made my prosthesis dig painfully into my skin. The pain only made things worse. Before my mind’s eyes flashed gunshots. I heard screaming, shouted orders and the distinct sound of an automatic rifle near me. All sound, however, is drowned out by the loud boom of a frag grenade. Someone screamed. Belatedly, I realise it’s me. I’m on my back and there’s blood, so much blood, and pain, my leg feels like it’s on fire, there are hands holding me down, someone is shouting orders, but all I can hear is my own, deafening scream.

That is, until a voice breaks through the haze. Somehow, it sounds familiar, but I cannot put a finger on it. It is soothing, like the gentle caress of water, and takes away the flames that eat at my leg.

“Did you have a nightmare, neighbour?”

A beat. Two. Then I scrambled to my feet. Joe followed suit, hands anxiously hovering near me in case I would fall down again. The beating of my heart is so loud, I’m certain he could hear it too.

Numbly, I nodded, rubbing my face and wiping away my tears. I closed my eyes and lay my head back. For a few minutes, all I did was breathe. The taste of sand and blood was replaced by that of the sea, mixed with something uniquely Maple Bay; my hands stopped shaking and my heartbeat slowed down. When I opened my eyes again, Joe was still standing there, watching me.

“I’m okay,” I croaked out. My voice was at least an octave deeper than it normally was, thanks to my silent screaming and crying. “Thanks.”

“Want to talk about it?”

I shook my head, then jerked it towards the pavement. He followed without a comment, even sat down next to me as I got comfortable in the grass. It was wet, not hot and dry like sand. “Why are you awake?”

Joe shrugged, his shoulder bumping against mine. “Couldn’t sleep. Perhaps because my instincts told me someone needed company.”

I snorted. The idea was so absurd, it might as well have been true. I had long ago given up on trying to understand the inner workings of the world. Otherwise, I might have gone crazy searching for a reason why me, of all people.

You know why.

Neither of us said anything, but the silence was comfortable. An hour passed without a spoken word passing between us; half an hour later, as the first rays of sunlight emerged from beneath the ocean, Joe stood up and stretched. He offered me his hand; it was rough and calloused, spoke of strength that I wouldn’t have thought he possessed.

“If you ever need to talk to someone, you know where you can find me. Try to get some sleep, okay?”

I nodded and, instead of saying anything, gave his hand a squeeze. He turned and walked back into his house. I followed his example and returned inside, heading straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Amanda.

As I stood there, making pancakes, a thought struck me. Joe’s voice sounded awfully familiar. I wrote it off as mistaken memories, which was better than accusing my mind of playing tricks on me, and forgot about it.

“Hey, ‘manda,” I said as I heard shuffling feet behind me. A moment later, she kissed my cheek and stole one of the pancakes from the plate.

“Morning, Dad. You awake already?”

“I fell asleep early last night.”

After the breakfast, while cleaning the pan, I happened to look out of the window, just in time to see Joe in his garden. Our eyes met. I smiled and waved. There was a strange feeling low in my belly as his face lit up and he waved back.

I dropped my eyes and checked my phone. I decided it was time to go see Joseph again, after what happened.

#dream daddy #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #dream daddy: a dad dating simulator #ddadds #joseph christiansen #joseph christiansen/dadsona #please read the tags

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Uncle-Daddy’s Big Book of Deception

Uncle-Daddy’s Big Book of Deception Non-profit and free for redistribution Written on September 13th | 2016 Published on September 13th | 2016 For entertainment and research purposes only

================================================= DISCLAIMER The Paranoid's Bible and its writers hold no responsibility for the acts of others. The Paranoid’s Bible is for research and entertainment purposes only. Please visit our blog for more PDFs and information: https://www.paranoidsbible.tumblr.com/ ================================================= Contents DISCLAIMER 2 Preface 4 Clone Wars 5 Dirty SEO Tactics 6 Get a Friend Involved 7 Midwestern Theory 8 Be a Good Person, Share 9 Don’t Neglect Reality 10 Afterword 11 ================================================= Preface When I shot the PB team a PM on their blog I didn’t expect my critique to become a quick gig of helping them hammer out a PDF on deception. After much consideration and a few shots of cheap tequila, I agreed to help them out. Because why not? They have a decent idea and are trying to help the pitiful users of today’s internet. So here you guys & gals go: a guide on being a deceptive bastard on the internet and preventing people from getting a good grasp on your information. ================================================= Clone Wars If you’re reading this, then I’ll assume you’ve read The Paranoid’s Bible PDF and the PDF on OPSEC. You should have a grasp on the DOs and DON’Ts of the internet. However this will break those rules just a teensy bit in order to help you create garbage data and digital noise to obscure your real identity and information. The PB tells you that you should always use a unique username for each account and never repeat this username elsewhere, yet there is an exception to this rule: Cloning. While cloning has several names, I’m partial to the term cloning because it gets the message across—make multiple accounts across the internet using the same username but with different information concerning the basic image of its creator. When you create an account you always end up adding just a tiny bit of yourself to it. Using the ‘About Me’ or ‘Description’ or those pesky bios… you’re going to use these and differentiate each account by giving it its own persona. So while you’re following the advice of the PB team and their various guides, these cloned accounts will be vastly different. Go nuts and use your imagination but remember some simple facts. Globally, European names aren’t all that common. Look at the current global makeup of the Earth’s population. Islamic-like names of Muhammad are quite popular, as are Asian names and East Indian names. While the majority of Western sites are heavily European and Americentric, it doesn’t hurt to mix it up with a Vash or Aiko. Of course, you can then flesh it out a bit more by giving them a European or American-sounding last name and background. You want these accounts to be completely different from your own. Everything about the personas being made for these accounts are not to be related to you or your ‘main account’. You don’t want them to ever communicate with each other or touch in any way. You must keep them completely separated, which is why you’ll be making them on various forums, social media sites and chats. The more ground you cover, and the more varied the accounts are the less likely people can make a cohesive argument as why this piece of information or that data is supposed to be related to you. For example, you make an account on deviantART. They’ve a little bio app that you can adhere to your profile. So, if you made yourself a Tumblr account, then the deviantART account is to not only be different in description but also look. If you hate Undertale, then the deviantART persona loves it. You like yellow, they love blue. So on and so forth until you’ve suddenly a teenage female artist with an Asian background who moved to the U.S. and knows very little about their own Asian heritage, ergo they cling to their last name which sounds Japnese-ish. By doing this, if someone were to ever look for information to use against you or to grab your dox, they end up on a wild goose chase where they’re looking for someone who doesn’t exist. Dirty SEO Tactics There are numerous ways to pollute a search engine’s results with “dirty pages”. Their page rank might not be all that existent, however they do tend to clutter around specific search terms like a username or a piece of common information laced into profiles or bios in order to throw someone off a trail. Now, to do this you need to have clean and organic looking back links. However one good way to populate an account with seemingly organic back links is to use one of the numerous “generators” that usually end up hurting your SEO in the long run. We don’t care about the long run, though. This is a short game tactic that translates into, in the long run, a small, albeit affective little trail duster meant to help cover some of your tracks. These three links are a good start; however there exist numerous “generators” that can be used. Using these three for all of your clone accounts should help you spark a little bit of a boost in their appearance on Google and Bing. With enough accounts under a similar or the same username, you can basically pollute the search results to help cover your main account with the clone accounts. https://www.freebacklinkbuilder.net/ https://sitowebinfo.com/back/ https://www.indexkings.com/ Ensure you read the PB’s “Internet Primer” to help you reduce Ads and pop-ups when using these websites. While not intentionally malicious, numerous sites, like these, can have malicious Ads or pop-ups. ================================================= Get a Friend Involved Let’s say you’ve a friend that you really trust and they’re interested in privacy and security just like you. Here’s a suggestion: Get them involved. Have your friend help you by using one of their own persona/clone accounts to accuse one of yours of being something that currently upsets the moral majority. From there, work in some fake dox and a handful of other pieces of information. Work those bits and pieces into a believable “dox” and have your clone/persona take it a bit too personally and start acting like you’re panicked. Delete the blog after a few days of the drama, let your friend’s persona/clone do some victory posting and move on. People will believe that that information belongs to you and follow that trail instead of looking for your real information. And, if you followed the PB’s namesake you should have very little information out there. You can even be lazy and just make your own callout blog to attack your own persona/clones. In the end, though, you just want to create enough tension and static to misdirect people. ================================================= Midwestern Theory The PB team had a guide for this one however you don’t need an entire guide for what can fit in a chapter. I won’t bore you with the excessive details but some time ago when Newgrounds was the in-thing, someone got upset at people for making the claim that there were a lot of Californians online. This led to the Midwestern netizen forced meme that quickly died out. The claim of being Midwestern is actually a good ploy when covering up your tracks. The Midwestern accent (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midwestern_accent) is easy to mimic and if you watch some Youtube videos (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DlxCDlIfh0), you should find yourself being able to pick it up and force it when need be. Ideally you should never let anyone see your face or hear your voice, yet it does come in handy just in case. Mix the various “Midwestern quirks” with setting all your accounts’ time zones to “Central” and keeping tabs of the time (https://www.worldtimezone.com/time/wtzresult.php?CiID=32119) (Always pick a random city or state in the Midwest) and mix in some research on “College towns” (https://www.collegeraptor.com/college-rankings/best-colleges-in-the-midwest/)… you should be able to spice up your bios and descriptions with something akin to a specific college team or name dropping a college or university that you go to and study at. So when you log off or leave your account, stating something like “OMFG! It’s 12:30 am! I have to go and sleep! I have a compsci class @ 9!” Keep this up with several accounts, adding in the oddball California town or Florida town, and you’ll have created enough static to keep people scoping out the wrong area for information. Though keep in mind that a lot of plant life in the Midwest tends to spread out into non-Midwestern areas. Take a picture or two of common plants around the US that appear in the Midwest, too. Figure out what’s a common park or nature preserve in the area of your false town/city and look at the common trees or plants in the area. Take a picture of something that is in your area that is in that area, too, and tag it with #Yellowstone park or whatever is popular in that area. And suddenly… you’re a Midwestern grilling in sub-zero temperatures because you want your burger. Don’t forget to show your almost zealous obsession and support for that area’s sports teams and no one is going to suspect a thing. Maybe spice in some local news from the area and make a comment on the weather (It isn’t that hard to look up a weather report through Google) and you’re good as Gold. You’re a real Midwesterner now, bro. ================================================= Be a Good Person, Share The PB team has in their namesake PDF a guide on opting out of Google maps, among others. Take the information for getting out of Google maps (and others) and make a flyer. Print it out, take it to Kinkos or some other print shop, or go to your local library and print some copies there. Make some wheat paste (shown below) and paste them all over your town (Put paste on wall and smooth, then put your poster up and slather on paste and smooth it on it too.). Soon a whole mess of people will be blurring out their houses on the online maps, and this in turn messes with the real estate sites to the point of anyone trying to look up your information finds a mass of blurred out houses. This causes a mix of the “Streisand effect” and reasonable deniability. WHEAT PASTE HOW-TO Flour (wheat works best) Sugar 1 Cup of Water Container with a lid • Boil a cup of water. • Put 3 tablespoons of flour into a bowl • Add 10 teaspoons of cool water until it forms a runny mix • Once the water has boiled, add the runny mix to the boiling water. Stir well! • Keep stirring. The mixture will foam up while it boils, so the constant stirring is essential to keep it from bubbling over and to keep it from getting chunky. • Keep the mixture boiling for 2 minutes. • Take the boiled mix off the heat. Add 2 tablespoons or more of sugar (added strength) • Let it cool. Pour into an appropriate container for carrying with you. It will keep well for about a week. • Learn more @ https://destructables.org/destructable/wheatpaste-recipe-putting-postersbillboard-alterations • Spray with a clear sealant or hairspray to help weatherize and make the poster last longer. Police, military members, and their families can opt-out of a wealth of databases. Some take it to the extreme and have their houses blurred out. If enough people in your area begin to blur out their houses and look into other means of removing their information, you’ll soon see a bit of a trend that can affect several blocks when it comes to viewing houses on any online map. This means that you can not only safely blur out yours but it’d be near impossible to guess whose house is whose. It’s only defeated if they have an address, and that’s if it’s actually your address to begin with. Let these people rant and rave as they knock or send a malicious package to the wrong house. If anything happens, since it broke into the realm of reality, they’ll end up being arrested and charged with several crimes. Fun fact: Not many places care about doxing, especially the police. Most modern “dox” is openly available information. This is why you must work toward suppressing it through opting out of websites and databases. If someone takes it from the internet to the realm of reality, lawsuits and arrests can happen. ================================================= Don’t Neglect Reality No one’s denying the PB’s effectiveness when it comes to lessening the overall data of yours online, however until they discuss ways to limit information bleeding offline you’ll need to take a few extra precautions outside of creating noise and lessening your data. They do have a PDF on how your privacy’s invaded, yet that only covers so much. Be a little bit nihilistic and apathetic. Don’t care as much and don’t react if you are doxed or some gets a bit too close. Ignore them; work on lessening your information. In the offline realm however you should work on creating some good for yourself. This means work on cleaning up your neighborhood, keeping your property clean and being nice to your neighbors. Look into doing some volunteering and charity work. Create some good will toward yourself and lessen the general impact in case anything comes toward you and your life. By doing this you can create a large support focus toward you and what good you’ve done. People will be in disbelief and outright call the claims made against you false. Ever wonder why politicians and famous people, even the internet famous, never get much crap and have an unusually large support behind them? What they do is quite simple: Act like a good person. With bit of charity under your belt and by observing social protocols enough by simply greeting people and saying your “Please” and “Thank yous” you’ll create an air of being someone half way decent. People will see this and any accusations made against you will result in either demand for blood or death of someone who dares attack you. Now you shouldn’t encourage the bloodlust or wanting of death, however simply using your time wisely and helping your community can act as a good cover. Someone comes around and harasses you; someone who might have power will come to your aide possibly. It also doesn’t hurt to remove your information and have it replace with falsified information. Checkout https://reddit.com/r/freebies and keep an eye out for free magazine subscriptions. Fill out a few, regardless what they are, with your home address and a burner cell’s number. The name can be made up, possibly made to match the cultural and ethnic makeup of your area. Think about it. What are the most common people in your immediate area? White? Black? Hispanic? It doesn’t matter as long as you pick the majority and follow suit with their name. It’ll help further push that static to help cover your tracks. So if you’ve a large number of Hispanic families in your area, using a Hispanic sounding first and last name on your free magazine subscriptions can help you replace all your removed database records with falsified ones. Go the extra step, load up on other freebies. Anything you don’t need or want can be donated to a number of homeless shelters or shelters for women and/or children. Gives you an extra push in being a good person too! ================================================= Afterword Outside of following the PB’s advice, using a VPN, a non-propriety OS and not touching social media there’s not much else you can do. While being deceptive and sprinkling lies and half truths into your conversations and online shenanigans helps, most of us who were born in the 80s and 90s have screwed up royally and will never trulybe un-doxable or secure. Work toward anonymity and spread the PB’s information to as many people as you can. I should note however that your text and how you type can give you away too. Look into using a text editor and use Basic English spelling and grammar. Mix in some chat speak and some texting quirks and you should be able to keep the personas even more separated and unique.

#anti dox #anti doxxing #security #privacy #opsec #info #garbage data

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fat post about toy story 4 and MAH FEELS

OK, I came home today after seeing Toy Story 4 feeling all warm and fuzzy inside (it was kind of bittersweet, but still overall happy...) and came to tumblr seeking cute fanart, but damn y’all had to go and make me feel sad all over again... Woody leaving Buzz and the rest of his pals behind - yeah, O U C H, that did hurt a lot....but I for one was really happy to see him reunited with Bo. I think we can all agree he’s going to have a better life out of Bonnie’s closet for YEARS where she eventually would have put him and forgotten about him and - like Andy - probably have discovered him even more long years later only to go on to donate him to someone else. Alternatively, even worse, she could end up just throwing him away. Anyway, it’s pretty likely that a sad fate would have awaited him if he returned home in the RV. Yes, he would have been among his friends, but he would never have been able to play with them and Bonnie at the same time. Of course, this assumes that Bonnie would have continued to forget him and leave him behind in the closet. You never know, perhaps her interest in the cowboy could have returned, and things wouldn't have been so doom and gloom. Yet I think it’s safe to assume her interest in him was waning, and the sadder fate would have lain in wait for Woody. Instead, however, Woody decided to stay with Bo. Let’s ignore the emotional stuff for a sec about saying goodbye to Buzz and co. and just focus on how much of a nicer life this is for Woody, even if this means parting with his friends. He is free, he is going to live a life satisfying new children and enriching their lives! Also, he’s gonna live...in the wild...and just? gatecrash various playgrounds??? Yo, idk about you but I have never been to a playground with so many cool toys in it at once. If I was one of those kids who jumped off the bus and into that playground and discovered TOYS in it as well???? My mind would have been blown and I would have been having the time of my life. Anyway, so instead of wasting away in the closet, or in a box, or on a shelf, Playground Party City is Woody’s new life. Hell yeah??? Compare that to living your life IGNORED for YEARS and just having to be shut away in a closet or a box or somewhere similar miserable and lonely. Honestly, in a way Toy Story is a terrible franchise because as a kid it gave me horrible anxiety/sadness/grief/GUILT to imagine (or, maybe even partially believe...lol...) that my toys were actually alive and in reality I was sentencing them to a life of misery when I put them away in a box. L m a o. HOWEVER, Bonnie doesn’t live in a world where there’s a movie franchise that might give her the idea that her toys are FUCKING SENTIENT AND PERHAPS THEY HAVE FEELINGS TOO???!!!!?? In Bonnie’s world, that is an actual reality. Except she doesn’t know it, and never will. Toys ARE actually alive, but no one knows, and the toys do an incredible job of never being discovered........ok except for the emotional trauma they inflicted on the villain kid in the first movie but he’s probably gonna grow up banning that memory from his brain and if it ever surfaces he has to tell himself that it was a delusion or a nightmare so he can continue to function without being paranoid that inanimate objects actually are watching him AT ALL TIMES. Err, anyway, where was I going with this...OK so Woody’s new life. Yes, having to say goodbye to his friends was tough, but like Buzz said...Bonnie will be OK. Woody did his best to make sure Bonnie was alright, but he knows the rest of his pals are gonna continue to love her and be there for her, and it’s OK if he’s not a part of it. I mean, yes, it’s also gotta hurt on some level for him that - ouch - Bonnie doesn’t love me anymore, and that’s sad, but at the end of the day I did my job and I gave her plenty of happy memories and also she is happy without me. I know it hurts to be forgotten, but Bonnie doesn’t share that hurt or sadness, because she is just a little girl, and it is completely normal for her to change her mind about which toys are her favourite, which ones she wants to play with, which ones she’s most emotionally attached to. Woody was looking out for her emotional needs while also taking care of his own. It doesn’t matter if Bonnie loses me because she isn’t going to care (cough cough blunt but true). However, if Bonnie loses Forky she is going to be upset!!!! It’s kind of funny, but Woody was also the one that ultimately brought Forky to life. Woody recognised that she needed a friend at kindergarten -- he was looking out for her!!!!! He did a better fucking job of it than her goddamn teacher, mind you! Can we talk about what a crap teacher that was, by the way? ? “Aw hi sweaty, it’s ok come inside and put your backpack down, everything is gonna be just fine I promise (: (: (: “ *proceeds to completely ignore child that she just left alone and is now sitting at a massive table all by herself scared and anxious on her first day of school* I mean, god, pay attention and at least get her to come sit at the bigger table with more kids - make sure she has a buddy. MAKE SURE SHE EVEN HAS SOME GODDAMN CRAFT SUPPLIES.....YOU JUST INSTRUCTED THE CLASS TO START DOING CRAFT AND THEN DID NOTHING WHEN ONE OF THE CHILDREN WAS SITTING ALONE AT A TABLE AND SOME BLONDE FUCKO WITH AN APPLE WALTZES UP AND STEALS HER COLOURED PENCILS. OH AND ALSO SHE STARTED CRYING. WHAT THE HELL, PLEASE SOMEONE IN THE ROOM WHO ISN’T A TOY PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THIS POOR LITTLE GIRL OH MY GOD .......ok this post is going nowhere now, basically I just wanted to share a few thoughts and got kind of sidetracked without saying anything particularly meaningful. Basically, tl;dr I came into the tag expecting everyone to have enjoyed the movie but was surprised when it seems some of you didn’t. I agree, yes, it wasn’t as good as the third movie and probably didn’t need to be made, as the third movie had a happy, complete ending. I will also agree it was disappointing that the original gang got basically no screen-time. This was especially sad for Jessie, I thought. Even Buzz, too, despite the fact he did get decent-ish screen-time compared to the rest of the gang. At the end of the day, the movie made me happy because even as a kid I shipped Bo and Woody. They established in the very first movie that those two had a crush on each other, and I think they are very sweet and cute together. The other movies also established that Buzz had a crush on Jessie. At the moment I can’t quite recall if that was ever shown to be reciprocated because honestly I’m not sure Jessie ever even thinks about romance; ADVENTURE is definitely more of a priority and thing she would think about. Also, if Buzz ever flirted with her I’m pretty sure she would likely be oblivious, lol. Anyways, I also got a surprise when I came into the tag and found y’all shipping Woody and Buzz. Surprised, but also not surprised? I mean, I totally get it. However, I personally am just not gonna jump on that bandwagon because if you asked me what was going inside their plastic little heads I doubt either one would ever want to smooch the other. Yes, they are bros for life and their friendship is a beautiful wonderful thing that is a joy to watch in the other movies....however I can’t imagine that they wanna smooch. Anyway, I’m not sure how even Bo Peep is gonna be able to smooch Woody with that massive pointy nose of his, lmao! At the end of the movie when they were both staring lovingly into each others eyes I had to wonder “are the gonna kiss”. They didn’t, and that’s probably a good thing because it most likely would have looked awkward with Woody’s big nose in the way and also the fact that his head is like a billion times larger than Bo’s, lmao. ...that’s a weird sentence to end this post on, but I think I’m (almost) done now, lol. So, in conclusion, Toy Story 4 was an odd “conclusion” to the franchise. The third movie felt a lot more satisfying as a conclusion, and I guess I am kind of sad that #4 ended the way it did, separating Woody from his lifelong pals. However, if you consider how long certain pals have been in his life and how recent they were; Bo and Woody were a lot closer in their beginnings as toys for Andy and Molly, compared to Buzz and Jessie’s arrivals. Woody went on to have many years together with his new friends in these two - however somewhere along the way Bo was put in a box and taken away from him and everyone else she loved. The fact he got to see an old friend (and crush, heh) again and know that she had been getting by OK in the big bad world for the many years since they’d last seen each other......ugh!! MY HEART!!!!! Also, while staying with Bo meant betraying his loyalty to his owner, ultimately he knew that that was going to be OK because sometimes people simply just naturally grow apart (Bonnie and Woody), and that’s OK. And then sometimes even if it’s not a natural progression, sometimes you have to say goodbye and farewell to old friends if it means you’re making that decision to better your own life (Woody choosing life as a free toy rather than a toy banished to a closet). Ugh idk I guess I’m trying to find some meaning in the separation part, but at the end of the day I think all of the toys will be sad at Woody leaving, but they’ll know he’s happy and that even though he was leaving them he still loved them all and treasured his memories with them. It was both a sad and happy goodbye and..........and I’m crying again now, great. OK this post is officially over as I’m off to bed to go cry myself to sleep I guess lmfao

#ps I'm not ugly crying I'm just.......on the verge of shedding a lone tear....#I can probably suck this back into my eye juice if I blink enough and the blinking doesn't make the droplet fall down my face #lmao #toy story 4 #toy story #disney #LONG POST #i did proof read this post once and should probably do it again but i actually need to go to bed #it is 3 am what the fuck since when is it 3 am

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