#I’ve been in love with the middle picture for like 10+ years

[jqngkooz]

tis the damn season’ (2) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+ (no smut in this chapter just a makeout scene 🙈)

genre: f2l? more like idiots to lovers, mutual pining, angst, fluff, eventual smut

warnings: infidelity and just general bad decision making skills lmao, jealousy, arguing, swearing, one mention of a dick, kissing, making out. jk’s a bit of a player but he has his reasons.

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: pt.2 is here!!!! so sorry it took a while. enjoy :)

summary: When Jimin convinces you to spend christmas in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with your entire friend group, you’re forced to face the feelings that you’ve been suppressing for your best friend Jungkook after all these years.

“I must say, you’re the most stable person I know and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you crumble like this.” Yoongi is kind enough to be up at 6 am with Jungkook, making him coffee as he sits at the kitchen island with his head on the cold surface.

He spent the whole night tossing and turning next to the girl he’d stupidly invited in an attempt to not seem like a loser to you. Clearly, you didn’t feel the same way, that was evident by the fact that you almost married another man and still didn’t even reach out when you broke the engagement off. He just didn’t want you to think he was a loser who had spent the last three months sulking. He had.

“I know, I’m a mess,” Jungkook starts, face pressed into the table, “and she’s nice, Isabelle I mean, and I like her…”

Yoongi places the cup of coffee next to Jungkook and finishes his sentence for him, “But she’s not y/n.”

It’s weird. In senior year Jungkook had gotten a girlfriend. She was a cheerleader with a swishy ponytail that had latched onto your friend group, always wanting to be around him. You’d gotten weirdly distant at that time, cancelling your after-school study sessions only for him to find out you were doing them with Jimin instead. It’s like sometimes he got the feeling that you didn’t want him to be with other people and that gave him hope that you might have felt the same, but you never told him. No angry love confessions in the rain, nothing. You never made a move. And it messed with his head until he felt dizzy and utterly confused about just what the hell you wanted.

“Did you invite her here just to make y/n jealous?” Namjoon’s voice booms a little too loud as he comes down the stairs and into the kitchen, causing Jungkook to sit up and wince.

He sighs, “Yes, well- no not exactly.”

“Then why?”

He looks up at Namjoon who looks slightly disappointed and his heart pangs a little, suddenly feeling like that 15-year-old who would do anything for Joon’s approval again.

He groans, “I thought she’d be mad and ignore me or something.”

Namjoon shakes his head, he knows you would never.

“I just thought if I brought another girl she’d think that I moved on and we could just go back to being normal again.”

Jungkook looks up at Yoongi as if he’s checking for approval, he’s met with a very disapproving stare. Yoongi sighs, “Jungkook, are you stupid?”

He frowns, big round eyes staring at Yoongi. “No?” Maybe he was, waiting 10 years to tell you he loved you when it was far too late was kind of stupid.

“She loves you, you realise that right?”

Jungkook sighs, “Yeah I know b-”

Yoongi cuts him off, “No, not as a friend idiot. She loves you.” He shakes his head rapidly.

“You know she messaged me every week asking how you were after you fell out? She made me send pictures of you and Bam because she missed you. Jungkook, you put her in an awkward situation, she was engaged. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t feel the same way. You never asked her how she felt, did you?”

Taehyung knows Jungkook like the back of his hand. He knows that his guilty pleasure is chilli cheese fries, he remembers a time in college when that was all he ate for an entire week. He knows that Jungkook unwinds on a weekend by watching crappy reality tv because he caught him one time before he could change the channel. He also knows that Jungkook doesn’t like losing. And that’s how he knows this plan will work.

Truthfully, Tae has always been flirty with you. He’s flirty with everyone, but you usually laugh him off, never taking his compliments seriously. That’s why Jungkook’s a little confused at your sudden interest in him. All day you’ve been clinging to him and laughing at his jokes like he’s the funniest guy in the world. Jungkook knows he’s not that funny. Even now as you all attempt to build snowmen in the cabin’s garden you both look like something out of a hallmark movie, all bundled up with hats and scarves as you throw snowballs at each other.

It’s Seokjin who notices Jungkook’s frown as he stands next to his snowman watching you and Tae.

“Why is your snowman buff?”

Jungkook breaks his gaze away from you two, turning to Seokjin. He can still hear your giggles as Tae shoves snow down the back of your coat and chases you with another lump of it that’s probably big enough to knock you out.

He shrugs, “Wanted it to look like me. Why does yours have a dick?”

“Wanted it to look like me.” Seokjin remarks, eliciting probably Jungkook’s first smile today. “What’s got you all frowny?”

Jungkook shakes his head, the tassels on his woolly hat shaking with him, “Ah, nothing.”

“Does that ‘nothing’ have to do with those two?”

Now his attention’s back on you again. You’re far too close to Taehyung’s face, brushing snow off of his cheeks and apologising, saying you hadn’t meant to actually get him in the face.

“Just didn’t know they were that close.”

“They’re not usually.”

It’s when you come jogging towards Jungkook and Seokjin that the conversation stops. You’re a little out of breath from all the running as you stand in front of them, admiring Jungkook’s snowman with a smile.

“Always the perfectionist. Mine’s already fallen apart. How is yours so stable?” You laugh.

“I dunno.” He answers, unusually sharply and it has you turning to look at him with a cock of your head.

“Everything okay?”

That’s Seokjin’s cue to leave and he busies himself with trying to kick Jimin’s work of art down.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” He doesn’t know where to look and settles on his shoes. At least they’re not boring into his soul like your eyes are right now.

“Okay yeah, I don’t know. Just checking.” You smile again as if you truly have no idea why he seems upset. Of course you do, yours and Tae’s whole act is painfully obvious to everyone else in the cabin, but Jungkook isn’t exactly the most rational thinker when it comes to you. “Where’s Isabelle?”

“Oh, she’s uh, inside. She doesn’t like snow.”

You frown, “Who doesn’t like snow?”

He shrugs, finally looking up at you.

“I think my toes are gonna freeze off if I’m out here any longer. I’m gonna go warm up so I’ll check up on her.” You add.

No. That’s the worst thing that could happen. You and Isabelle alone? Talking? She’d surely tell you that she wasn’t actually Jungkook’s girlfriend, just a casual hook-up and that she has no real idea why he invited her. He shudders at the thought.

“So you’re not dating?”

Once you’d pressed yourself up against the heater until your fingers gained some colour again and double-layered on fresh socks, you padded down the stairs to find Isabelle sitting on the couch alone.

“No. He made it very clear it was nothing more than sex for him, which is fine, but I don���t know if that’s what I want anymore, in life you know?”

You nod. Isabelle is lovely, she’s sweet and gentle and you’re sure you would have been friends in another life if she wasn’t fucking the guy you’d been pining over for years.

“And I guess I’m a little confused. When I brought up getting more serious he avoided the conversation and things got awkward. Then he invites me here, it’s all a little confusing. I don’t wanna talk badly about him, I know he’s your best friend and he’s a great guy but- I feel like he’s messing with me.”

“Isabelle, this is our first conversation and I can already tell how good of a person you are. I care about Jungkook too but you’d be crazy to think that hook-ups are all you deserve,” You sigh, “If you want something more, go and find someone willing to give you that.”

And you truly mean that. Sure, you’d had conversations with his past girlfriends like this, and maybe those times you had an ulterior motive when you advised them to go and find someone else, but seeing her sit in front of you so vulnerable, you mean it this time.

She nods, “I’m well into my 20’s, I’ve never had a serious relationship and I want it. I want kids one day. I want it all. How do you do it?”

That makes you laugh.

“Not very successfully. I was engaged, for a while. I broke it off a few months ago. He was a nice guy, he was stable and he was always there, but I never had that feeling you know? That teenage excitement. I never felt that with him.”

Well, that’s not entirely untrue. He never did give you that electric feeling that you’ve always been searching for, you just leave out that only Jungkook seems to give it to you. You’d had endless arguments with Mark where he’d pressed you to just tell him why you weren’t putting your whole heart into it. He could always tell that he was far more invested than you were, and he knew the reason why. He knew exactly what, or who, was stopping you from fully committing to him. He hadn’t blamed you as you left him, he understood that you just don’t pick who you love.

When everyone starts piling in from the garden, you excuse yourself into helping an almost frozen Taehyung warm up.

Jungkook can’t bear the sight. You carefully take off Tae’s hat and scarf as you rub his arms in an attempt to warm him up while he watches you far too lovingly. He’d rather retreat upstairs to his room and let his head spin with the image of you and Tae and the worry of what you and Isabelle had been talking about while he slips further and further into madness. He doesn’t expect you to follow though, bumping into you in the hallway.

“Hey,” you start, “can we talk?”

“About what?” He’s still pulling on a fresh sweater as you stand in front of him in the quiet hallway. All the noise of the house is coming from downstairs and he worries you can hear his heartbeat in the quiet up here.

“What are you doing with Isabelle?”

That catches him off guard and he frowns down at you. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair messing with her like that? I’m only saying this as your friend, she’s such a nice girl. What exactly are you doing?”

“I don’t understand what you’re insinuating?”

You cross your arms. It’s one of his more frustrating traits, pretending he doesn’t understand when he doesn’t want to talk about something.

“Jungkook.” You deadpan.

He runs a hand through his hair, “No, I’m sorry, I don’t understand why you’re interfering with my love life. I don’t know what she said to you but what we have right now is working perfectly fine.”

You scoff, loudly. How very rich of him, to criticise you for interfering when that’s all he’s done to you your whole life, interfere with every guy you’ve ever liked. “Seriously? You wanna talk about interfering?”

He laughs dryly, looking away from you. He knows you’re right. All he can do is attempt to deflect.

“I didn’t interfere with you and Mark. I never did, I told you how I felt. It’s different.”

“What and you think I was able to just carry on after that confession? You think I brushed that off like it was nothing?”

“Sure seemed like it.”

Now he’s just being hurtful, and he knows it. He can see it in your eyes. Whenever he’s mean to you, you get a look. Eyes glossy and eyebrows peaked in confusion.

“That’s not fair Jungkook.”

“What’s fair about any of this?” His voice is louder now and you pray everyone downstairs isn’t listening in on the conversation, especially not the girl he brought here. “What was fair about you turning me away that night? Do you think it was easy for me to see you with him? It was fucking horrible, okay? I hated every second you were with him. Now today you’re hanging off of Tae’s arm. So excuse me if I’m not being fair, I’m not exactly having a nice time right now.”

Tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and you mentally scold yourself for being so damn emotional. You know he can see right through you right now. He stands with a hand on his hip, looking like he’s mad at you and you hate it. You hate it so much that your face tells him just how much you hate it.

He continues, a little softer this time, “I just mean that maybe I’m not exactly over what happened, okay? You didn’t even hear me out. You dropped me from your life. That’s hard to get over and I’m- I don’t know.”

“I had to drop you Jungkook. There was no chance of me having a successful relationship with you in my life.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You’re exasperated now, frustrated that you have to spell everything out for him. This time your voice is louder. “God, every single boyfriend I’ve ever had has hated you. You have literally ruined all of my relationships and you don’t even realise it. I couldn’t physically bring myself to commit to anybody with you looming over me, always like a damn question mark in my head, okay?”

Truthfully, he had no idea you felt like that. He’s always been pretty poor at picking up on hints and cues and he completely missed that. He always felt that you meant so much more to him than he meant to you. You went about your life and your relationships just fine while he sat at home and yearned for you, that’s what he had thought up until now.

“What?” Is all he can manage.

“How am I supposed to be with other people when you’re always a possibility? As soon as I think I’m finally over you, you come back and-”

“Over me?” He steps towards you, like a reflex at your words. “What do you mean over me?”

“You know what I mean.” You’re practically whispering now. It’s somehow embarrassing to be so vulnerable and you feel even more sympathy towards the Jungkook who turned up at your door and confessed to you now that you’re in his place.

“You never even told me you liked me, now you’re telling me you’re over me?”

“How could I tell you Jungkook? I was engaged.”

His head is a complete mess, spinning and cartwheeling.

“You’re telling me that that night, when I told you I loved you, you didn’t turn me away because you didn’t feel the same?”

“No!” You shake your head, “I thought it was so obvious, how was it not obvious to you? I turned you away because breaking one guy's heart was easier than breaking two. If I told you I felt the same, Mark would have left. That’s why I had to leave him because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair being with him when I’m in love with someone else, okay?”

He’s completely silent. Just staring down at you. There’s a lot he wants to say, years and years worth of things, but his brain can’t even string two words together. Maybe he is stupid, but he never thought that you felt the same. Of course, he considered it a possibility, but a far-fetched one. Hearing you say that you love him doesn’t even feel real, he’s not even sure if he’s awake right now.

“You love me?”

“Yes. And you’ve moved on and I know that’s my fault because I missed my chance to tell you I felt the same but-”

He cuts off your rambling, “I haven’t. Moved on I mean. Not at all.”

“You invited a girl. Obviously, you have, and that’s fine.”

Now he has that desperate look again, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes dart across your face. “We’re not serious. I’m in love with someone else.”

It’s your turn for your head to spin. Sure, he’d said it once before, but you never expected he’d still feel the same way. It’s weird, how you two always seem to pull together. No matter how bad of a time it is, it’s like you can’t stay away from each other. Even now with your faces inches apart, you’re spiked with the horrible feeling that you’re doing something bad. Even if he’s not serious with her, it’s not right for her to be sitting downstairs while he’s up here with you, yet again confessing his love.

“What’s going on with you and Taehyung?” He says quietly.

You reply far too quickly, “Nothing. Was trying to make you jealous.”

That’s enough for him and he steps impossibly closer again. He sucks in a sharp breath, looking down at your face as if he’s weighing up whether or not this is a bad decision. The little devil on his shoulder wins because he’s grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours. It’s hungry and desperate the way he kisses you like he can’t bear not being on your lips for a second longer. You melt into him as you wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. You can taste just how sweet this moment is and you savour every second of his vulnerability.

“Bad idea” You mumble onto his lips as his hands move from your face to wrap themselves around your waist and pull you flush against him.

“Don’t care.” He replies, pulling back for a second to catch his breath. You pull him back in, afraid that if he has even a second to think this through you might lose him, but he kisses like he wouldn’t dream of letting you go. He lets none of you go to waste and it’s a dance of tangled breaths as he finally softens, slowing down a little. He pulls away again, looking at you for a while before planting a small kiss on your mouth, pulls away, and plants another one. You feel winded, you’re out of breath, your lips a little swollen and your chest heaves slowly with an endearing warmth that you swear you’ve never felt before. It’s Jimin calling your name from the bottom of the stairs that makes you both jump and pull away from each other.

“We should probably go down.” He breathes out, scratching the back of his head. It’s so charming, how he kisses you like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have and almost immediately regresses into his shy self the minute he pulls away. His cheeks are dusted red and his lips are covered with your pink, smudged around his mouth and down his chin a little.

“You have lipstick all over you.” You point out, giggling quietly.

“Oh shit. Get it off.”

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[gloxk]

“Mary Jane.”

Gojo satoru ~

Summary: Your best friend was a snake. She slept with your boyfriend at a party. Everything shattered when you saw them. Your heart broke, leaving you with hatered and resentment. But two can play that game. Didn't she know? Karma’s a bitch.

W/C : 2k+. READING TIME: 10 minutes.

Setting: Modern Au, Reader is in their 20’s.

Song inspo:The best I ever had (Limi)/ Birthday S*X (Jeremih)/Drunk in love (The weekends version)/What you need(the weekend.)

A/N: Happy kinktober. It’s been a minute. (I've returned just for this years kinktober) idk i’ve just been busy fr. I haven’t been writing at all 😭. But I was on tik tok right, and i saw this lil video abt a story. So yall know those reddit stories? Bro this story was fucking outrageous, i tell ya. So boom bro got cheated on by his gf and she slept w his best friend. I was like damnnnnn 💀 ain’t no way. So bro turned around n fcked his ex best friends sister. The crazy thing is HE RECORDED IT. AND HE SENT IT TO BRO. I got carried away w this one. (I was high asf.) But anyway please enjoy! My grammar might be fucked up i didn’t feel like prof reading. Mdni/ageless blogs you will be blocked. 17+.

Warnings: F/M relations,Jealousy, angst if you squint, friend dumping, lewd behavior, DRUGS & alcohol. (mary J) mentions of Ex, BJ’s, Male receiving, unprotected sex (I got a little nasty w this one)

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You sat there disappointed in your dry phone. It was like looking at a blank screen. The night was cold, dark, and quiet. Everything was different now that you cut off your toxic-ass best friend. Deleting all the pictures and videos of you two. All the happiness and laughter y’all had shared just for it to be ruined in a few hours. The incident only happened a few days ago.

You decide to scroll through your alt account’s Instagram feed hoping to see something interesting. Something interesting indeed popped up. A little green circle around your ex-best friend’s profile picture. “Curiosity killed the cat ya’know?”, It surely killed you as soon as you clicked it. She was with your Ex. Your face scrunched in disbelief. You couldn’t help but muster up a pitiful laugh. What was going through her goddamn mind? Did she know the alt belong to you? Was the random pinterest boy profile picture not convincing enough? You nearly tossed your phone to the ground you felt tears bubbling up in your eyes. You remember the whole thing like it was yesterday. The horrible things you said to each other. But one thing she said in particular stuck in your head. “You aren’t even together anymore! Why the fuck do you care Y/n?”, Those were the last words she said to you, the last words you needed to hear to leave her alone. It hurt you so much, the girl you known from middle school betrayed you.

It was late maybe around 11 pm. Your mind was filled with anger. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You told her everything and she did the same. You two grew up together. When you introduced your boyfriend and best friend they hit it off. They were so cool with each other that it seemed like a dream come true. Having your best friend actually like your boyfriend was extremely rare to come by. Your dream came short-lived after you found them fucking in a bathroom at a party. It hurt so fucking bad. You clenched your shirt trying not to cry. That night broke you, you lost everything in 4 hours. All it took was a couple of shots and one blunt to have your whole world crash. In a fit of rage, you decided to go through her entire Instagram feed. Scrolling through every single post. In a recent post from earlier today, you saw a dump of her stepbrother. All of the pictures were silly, cute pictures of him. You couldn’t lie, he was fine as fuck. You saw her stepbrother a couple of times when y'all were younger, but god did puberty hit him good. He was tall and muscular with a sharp jawline. He has white hair and beautiful ocean-colored eyes. He had a couple of arm tattoos as well. You sat there trying to remember his name. You looked over the caption trying to find something leading to him, the caption read: “HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY @satoruxgxjo! I hope 19 treats you good lil, bro :).” That was his name! You finally remembered him. Satoru gojo, it was definitely moan-able. You DM’D him almost immediately.

(Y/n): “Hey! I saw your birthday was earlier and I wanted to wish you a happy 19th birthday!” You didn’t know what you expected him to say back to that. You didn’t know if you wanted him to immediately block you or text you back. Maybe if he blocked you would be able to move on and heal. But all you wanted was revenge. After two minutes you got a notification from Instagram. (satoruxgxjo): “Yo, I appreciate it. it’s been a minute. How have you been?” A smug smile arose on your face. You instantly texted him back. (Y/n): “I’ve been amazing. Recently I had just got some za from a friend and since it’s your birthday maybe we can roll up?” You watch as your text goes from Sent to Seen. Your heart immediately went faster.(satoruxgxjo): “Lmao? That was quick but sure. I don’t mind. Addy?” Your face was sinister. If he could see your face right here probably think twice about his current decision. You sent him your location, (Y/n): “I mean it’s not like we don’t know each other Saturo, just pull up :) We can catch up!”, You were so happy that this was gonna work out perfectly. (satoruxgxjo): “Who is Saturo? It’s Satoru* n I’m otw.” That happiness quickly faded into embarrassment. How could you forget his name already? You repeated it 10x to remember it, while repeating his name you quickly got up and rushed upstairs.

You dressed yourself in a loose shirt that hung off your shoulders, your chest was the only thing holding it up. Underneath you made sure to treat your guests to an easy reveal no bra and pink Victoria's Secret lace panties. Your hair was messy letting little strands of hair frame your face. You rushed downstairs to set everything up, you grabbed an open bottle of Hennessy and accompanied it with a jar of bud including a pack of Raw’s. Everything was set for the most part. You dimmed the lights and played some sensual music. You turned your TV on to some random Netflix show to make it seem casual. You soon turned your attention to the door as the doorbell rang. A wicked smile placed on your face, your hips swaying to the music. You opened the door and smiled at your victim—I mean visitor. “Heyy~.” Your voice filled with a welcoming tone. Luring him in like a fisherman. “Hey, Y/n.” He had a basic white shirt on, and his muscular body filled it out nicely. His lower half was hidden behind grey sweatpants, He had on white cross that were no longer white. His tall frame continued to tower over you. He sounded so nonchalant, but his blue eyes told a different story. He couldn’t stop looking at your bare shoulders. “Come in hun.” You moved out of his way and motioned him to the couch. The table caught his attention immediately. You made your way to the kitchen swaying to the beat of the music. “Henny? Whatcha got this for?” He picked up the bottle with an eager smile. “Why else Satoru?” You winked at him. Watching him open the bottle and pour himself a shot. “Well, Hopefully, it’s not for little ole me. God, you wouldn’t make such a silly mistake and give an underage boy Hennessy? Right?” He asked mocking you. A smug expression on his face. You couldn’t wait to wipe it off. “Oh of course not! I would never do such a disgraceful thing. But..I won’t tell if you won’t.” He threw his head back and he gulped down the shot of liquor. The burning sensation only made him crave it more. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.” He chuckled as he watched you sit down on the couch. He soon followed you and plopped down beside you. “You ever rolled before?” You looked at him as you picked up the grinder. “Nah, I’m more of a pipe or hookah person. Ya’know?” You giggled at him. He was falling into your trap without even knowing. “Lemme show you how to roll then.”. You took him through the basic steps. Letting your hands guide his. After a few attempts, he was able to get a good enough roll for a beginner. “And now ya gotta lick it.” You bent over his lap using his muscular arm to hold yourself up. You dragged your tongue over the paper making sure to seal it. You took the joint from him and began to light it. His eyes watched you dangerously. After a couple of pulls, you handed it back over to him. He pulled a heavy hit making him cough. You poured another shot for the both of you. Handing him a glass of liquor. “Oh? Is that for me? How kind.” Your hand sat between his thighs. “Of course.” He took the glass and knocked it back, and you followed his lead.

You weren’t slightly drunk nor were you high. But you couldn’t say the same for Satoru. He almost finished your bottle of Hennessy. His head was between your neck and shoulder. He was mumbling incoherent nonsense, you didn’t particularly care what he was babbling about. He was lying between your legs using your chest to keep him propped up. His hands rubbing your thigh, “Mm..please.” He mumbled desperately. “I told you not to drink too much Gojo. Now look at you.” You laughed as you rubbed his head. “.. I know. m’ sorry. Please y/n. Please.” You were confused you didn’t know what he was asking for to be quite frank. “You should get an Uber to take you home.” You nudged him to get off of you. He didn’t budge at all. His eyes looked up at you pleading with you. “I don’t wanna go. I wanna stay with you. lemme stay.” He was so whiny while he was drunk it was pissing you off. “Okay, you can stay.” He hummed softly in response. “upstairs?” You whispered in his ear, he nodded his head. You moved off the couch pulling him off with you. You walked him up the stairs to your bedroom. He was stumbling up the stairs you had to hold him up. Making it to your room in one piece was the hardest part. Opening the door his hands never left your body, If anything they became more needy. His fingers roamed around your back as he began to tug at your shirt.

You grabbed his hands telling him to stop. “I don’t know...if we should do this...I’m sure your sister wouldn’t like this.” You smiled as you pushed him on the bed. Of course, she wouldn’t like her brother sleeping with her ex-best friend. But that made it more exhilarating. Satoru groaned at your words. Bringing up what you and his sister had going on at a time like this was a low blow. “Don’t fuck with me Y/n. You’ve been touching me all night. Saying little shit to me. I’m ready now, and you’re gonna act like this?” You heard the frustration in his voice, looking down at his gray sweats pants you saw what else was frustrated. You laughed at him. “Oh look who’s mad at me. I’m just trying to respect you and your sister's relationship.” Your hands go under his shirt and rub his abs. He laughed as his arm covered his face. “Ah, so I understand why she called you a conniving bitch now.” Your smug face was quickly wiped with confusion. “Oh…Yeah? She gonna think I’m more than conniving after this.” You grabbed him by his hair pulling him closer. Your lips clashed against his, you could taste the intoxication on his tongue. The kiss became sloppy fairly quickly. His hands continued to roam over your back. He followed your lead not allowing your mouth to leave his. He yanked at your shirt, he wanted to pull it off of you. Sitting on his lap, you took off your shirt and tossed it to the side. His hands went up to cup your breasts. His fingers ran over your hardened nipples, his expression was darkened with lust. “So fckin pretty.” He sat up leaving kisses on your neck and chest. You assisted him in taking off his shirt and tossed it over to yours. Leaving kisses on his neck and slowly moving downward to his chest. Taking your precious time with him. He was so impatient, whining if you didn’t kiss him. You used your finger to trace his v-line teasing him enough to push him. You got up and slowly removed his sweatpants leaving him in his tight boxers. Licking your lips at the sight, it was a delectable sight indeed. Tracing the bulging print through his Ethikas. “Oh my god…” You stuttered in disbelief, this man was packing. Satoru felt you tugging his boxers, he lifted his hips and allowed you to yank them off of him. The cold air hit him drawing out a long sigh. Those blue eyes watching you with a dangerous glint, those eyes screaming out for you. “don’t play with me Y/n.” He whispered, almost as if he was begging you to make him feel something. You seated yourself between his thighs, looking at him with awe. Your hands running up and down his hardened dick. You gave him kitten licks on his tip, licking away any pre-cum. He growled at the teasing, “C'mon.” his hand caressingyour cheeks. You smiled as you quickly put your mouth around the tip and bobbed your head up and down.

His tip hits the back of your throat every time. Satoru’s hand pushed your head down so he could feel you deep-throat him, “Fuuucckk, just like that.” You pulled your head back with an angry expression. “Nobody likes a head pusher.”, You glared at him. “Nobody likes a fucking teaser.” He mumbled. You laughed at his audacity as if he was the one in control. You slipped off your underwear and climbed on top of him. Letting him slide in slowly, inch by inch. You threw your head backward, rolling your neck. Low moans escaped your mouth as you felt his hips grinning against yours. “Go faster.” His tone completely shifted from whiny and desperate to frustration. He wanted more, He needed more. It wasn’t enough for him. You looked so pretty going up and down on him. His eyes watched your body lift itself off of him and right back down. Your nails dug holes in his chest, “That fuckin’ hurts Y/n.” He gave you a sadistic smile as he dug his nails into your hips. You shrieked in pain. You could quite literally feel his nails penetrate your skin. That didn’t stop you though, you couldn’t care less about anything other than cumming. Your mind became foggy and filled with a certain haze. “Mm. Keep going. Dnt stop.”, Those words left Satoru’s mouth, his thrusts were sloppy and no longer had rhythm. His fingers found their way to your clit and played with you to make sure you came before him. Your moans filled the room as you were so close. You stopped as you finally reached the bliss you been begging for, panting heavily trying to regain the breath you once had. The feeling of warm liquid filling you was a slap in the face. You soon realized you didn’t use protection. You looked down at Satoru whose eyes were closed with a smile of his face. “Oops, m’sorry i’ll get you a Plan B in the morning.” His hand gripped your ass while you sat there in disbelief. How could you fuck up this bad? You smiled as you seen him cover his face once again, “Don’t worry about it. I have some in the bathroom.”. You got off of him and made your way to the bathroom.

When you came back you saw sleeping Satoru, under your sheets wrapped around your blanket. It was a cute sight to see him so vulnerable, you were about to fuck up his life. You crawled into bed next to him, cuddling him. He turned around and placed his head between your breast, his arm wrapped around your lower back pulling you close. You took out your phone and took a couple of pictures. This bitch was gonna know “Fuck my man, I fuck your brother.”. You unblocked her number to send her a little treat. “When Satoru comes home tomorrow tell him I had a wonderful time. (3 attachments sent).”.

You turned off your phone and cuddled the sleeping boy, kissing his forehead and cheeks. “Mm, she's gonna fuck you up when you get home.” You whispered in his ear. His phone was soon blowing up, From his mom and sister. “I don't care, you don't know how long I've been waiting to fuck you.” He muttered under his breath. You laughed, He wasn’t going anywhere. Not just yet.

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What to Expect | Chapter 10

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synopsis: Jake thinks about his future in the Navy as your due date draws closer. What was supposed to be a joyous last day of school, ends up with a call you never wanted to get.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: pregnancy, cursing, topgun shit, missions, end of the school year sadness, Jake's PTSD,

Jake had missed being in the middle of the ocean and being on the carrier. He sat on one of the decks, looking out at the waves crashing against the carrier, and feeling the salty breeze against his skin. He wondered if his little girl would like the ocean and the beach as much as he did. Jake smiled to himself as he looked down at his boots. He never realized how much he could miss home. Of course he always missed you while he was gone on deployments or detachments, but he filled the time with flying and hanging with his friends. But now, the only thing he wanted to do was curl up with you and nuzzle his face into your bump. 

“There you are,” Payback said, snapping Jake out of his thoughts, “Been searching the whole damn place for you. Mav wants to go over flight stuff.” 

“Yeah, sorry, lost track of time,” Jake said, pushing himself up from the ground. Payback held his hand out and helped pull him up, “Thanks, man.” 

“No problem. How’s the lady?” 

“Good, tired of being pregnant.” 

Payback chuckled, “Man, I remember those days. When Nina was pregnant with Jay, I thought she was going to kill me by the eighth month.” 

“How do you do it?” Jake asked, “Being away from them. I mean, my daughter isn’t even born yet and I’m half tempted to take a jet and fly home. Does it get easier?” 

“No,” Payback said honestly, “It doesn’t. And when you see your little girl for the first time, you’ll be all too prepared to retire as soon as possible. But, the longing makes you love coming home even more.” 

“Aren’t you sad about what you miss?” 

“Of course, that’s part of being a parent. But it makes the moments when you are there even more special.” 

“Thank you,” Jake said and Payback clapped him on the back. 

“No problem. I gotta welcome you to the Dagger Squad Dad’s club. I’ve been the only one for too long,” Payback joked and Jake chuckled. 

“I’m guessing my welcome gift is a pair of new balances and a barbecue set.” 

“Oh for sure.” 

Maverick was less than impressed when Jake and Rueben walked into the briefing room late. He got right to work on explaining what their next task at hand was. The whole point of the detachment was for security and training opportunities. The last time they really had a chance to be on a carrier like this was during the Uranium Mission. This time, there was no immediate threat or enemy that they had to be weary of. It made Jake somewhat less worried and nervous about being away from you. 

“Hangman, Rooster, Fanboy and Payback,” Maverick called out the pilots’ callsigns, “I want you all on deck ready to go for flight plan B. Two singles and a team flier.” 

Jake looked over at Rooster who clenched his jaw. The two of them had hardly spoken unless it had something to do with the mission. Everyone could feel the tension between them, it was a bit awkward and heated. Jake had tried to make amends with Rooster for the sake of the mission, and for your sake too, but Rooster had no intention of making nice with Jake. 

The pilots agreed and were dismissed from the briefing room. Jake went right to the computer lab, going to check his email for what was probably the tenth time today. It was the only form of communication he had with you back home. You had promised to send him pictures and updates as much as you could. Though, things weren’t really changing as you entered the 32nd week of your pregnancy. Jake’s green eyes watched the loading bar cautiously waiting for the screen to pop up. A smile came across his face as he saw a brand new email notification from you. Attached as a picture of the newest ultrasound and your growing belly. 

— — — 

“Are your boobs leaking?” Your sister Stephanie asked. You looked down at your light blue shirt and groaned, “Is that normal?” 

“Apparently,” You grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at your breast. It had only been a week since the Daggers left for detachment. Your sisters Stephanie and Gia decided to come back and visit while your dad was away on this detachment. Even though your mother had been well versed in the life of being married to a pilot, it was still hard to be alone. Gia hadn’t seen you since you moved back to San Diego, and you had been dreading the moment. 

Gia wasn’t always the nicest sister, being the middle sister out of the three girls (her and Dylan were the official middle children). Gia always strived to be the star of the family, wanting to be the one that carried on the Kazansky namesake in the army. She wanted people to think of her when they thought of ‘Kazansky’ not Stephanie or Dylan or even you (before you said you weren’t going to join). To her, you were the angel of the family, the sibling who could never do wrong. You got what you wanted, you had Ice’s attention constantly, you were the true star of the family. And Gia hated it. She always had a way of making you feel less than everyone else. Even now, as fully grown adults.

“Have you talked to Jake?” Stephanie asked. 

“No, I haven’t,” You sighed, pulling your jacket over your body the best you could. You thought weeks ago you couldn’t get any bigger, but you were quickly proven wrong. 

“He’s probably busy,” Stephanie shrugged, giving you a warm smile. 

“Or banging a shipman,” Gia said as she walked into the kitchen. You sucked in a breath and Stephanie glared at her, “Is that why you two broke up?” 

“Gia, really?” Stephanie scolded, “Enough of that shit.” 

“What? Just pointing out the fact that he’s a cheater and you’re having a child out of wedlock,” Gia grabbed a grape off the kitchen counter, “How is the rugrat?” 

“Busy,” You mumbled as Baby girl moved around inside you, “Still breech, but they said that’s normal.” 

“Hope you don’t have to have a c-section. The scar will ruin your perfect skin complexion.” 

“Can you say anything nice today? Or do you have to be such a bitch all the time, Gia?” Stephanie crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her sibling, “Seriously? What’s the deal?” 

“Nothing,” Gia shrugged, “Just nice to see the perfect princess’s plans finally getting put off track.” Gia winked at you before walking out of the kitchen like nothing had happened. 

You tried hard not to cry, but you couldn’t help letting a few tears slip down your cheeks. Everyone knew damn well that a baby before marriage was not in your plans. You had always talked about your fairytale wedding since you were a child. A dress like Princess Di’s, a big cathedral decorated with beautiful flowers, a beautiful ring placed on your finger. After marriage you wanted to spend at least two years doing just married couple things like traveling the world and settling in a new house, getting a couple of animals before kids. 

You almost had that with Jake. You had the house, the animals, the plans in the works of getting married, but it all halted when Jake came home from the Uranium Mission and told you the lie of his infidelity. You had suddenly found yourself having to rebuild a dream that had been destroyed. You wondered if that was even going to be possible, you didn’t think that you could ever find a man like Jake. And then, you got a second chance at the dream life you wanted to have, just in a different order. 

“Hey, don’t listen to her,” Stephanie said, frowning at the tears on your cheeks, “She’s bitter cause Steven is being sneaky again, even though she kind of deserves it.” 

“She doesn’t deserve that shit,” You sighed, “I know how it feels and it’s horrible. Even though she’s a bitch, she doesn’t deserve to be cheated on.” 

“And this is why you’re everyone's favorite,” Stephanie said and booped your nose. You rolled your eyes and stood up from your chair. 

“Oh, um. . . the teachers at school want to throw me a small little baby shower. It’s just like cake and ice cream, kinda more of an end of the school year thing,” You said, “Jake won’t be there so-” 

“Of course I will be there!” Stephanie yelled and threw her arms around you in a hug. Stephanie was always the hugger of the family, something she clearly got from your mother. You tried to not tell her about certain events or awards you got because she would always pull you in for a bone crushing hug. You were suddenly very thankful that your belly was in the way of her crushing you. 

“Oh my god, I should bake cookies!” 

“Yeah, you do that,” You said and walked out of the kitchen before you could get sucked into baking way too many chocolate chip cookies. 

— — — 

The end of the school year always made you a bit sad. Spending nine months getting to know students, watching them grow and learn over the year. You loved summer and the time off, but you missed seeing the smiling faces of your students every day. Usually, what kept you going through the summer and the end of the school year was the fact that you would still see your old students when August would roll back around. Except, this year was different. You wouldn’t be coming back to school in August. You weren’t quite sure if you were going to come back at all. 

The idea to be a stay-at-home used to never be something that you liked. You didn’t understand how your mom could stand being home all day with four kids. You had even asked her if she would do something differently if she had the chance, and she told you that she was happy with the way her life was. Jake had never pushed the idea of that on you, either. He viewed raising children as an equal thing between mother and father. In fact, he even thought about staying home and raising kids just so you could still go teach and do what you loved. But you both knew, with his job, it would be nearly impossible. 

So you contemplated just staying home for the whole year. Knowing that Jake could possibly be deployed at a drop of a hat, you wanted to be prepared for that to happen. You knew that it would be nearly impossible for you to come back to work after spending five months home with your little one. Jake knew that he was probably going to cry on his first day going back to work after his paternity leave was up. 

“Miss K?” You looked up from your desk to see Owen standing in front of it, “We have a card for you.” 

“You do?” You asked. You had put on a movie for the kids to watch in the last part of the day before early dismissal. What you didn’t realize while you were trying not to cry about having to take down the decorations in your room was that your kids had made a card and were passing it around the room for each of them to sign. Owen nodded and you paused the movie, standing up and walking to the front of your classroom. 

“Miss Ortega helped us write it,” Joy, one of your second graders said. You made a mental note to give Alyssa a hug later. 

“You told us we might not see you next year, and it made some of us sad,” Owen said, “And then we saw you get sad about it so we decided to make you a going away card for you and the baby.” 

You took the card from his outstretched hands, “To our favorite second grade teacher,” You blinked back tears as you opened the card, “This year you have taught us a lot; how to read chapter books, the regions of the United States, standard multiplication, and how to build the perfect paper airplane,” You chuckled and wiped a tear away, “We will miss you next year, and wish we could have you in third grade. We wish you and Baby K the best. Love, your second graders. And every single one of you signed it.” 

You took a deep breath and held the card to your chest, “You guys are awesome. I hope that one day this little one will be as awesome as you.” 

“Can we give you a hug!?” Amelia shouted. 

“Of course. Very gently, group hug,” You said and 30 some second graders came speed walking up to hug you. You laughed and hugged them all tightly. It really did break your heart to have to say goodbye to this class, probably more than years passed. 

When the school bell rang, you stood by your door, giving each kiddo a hug and a small goody bag on their way out the door for the summer. 

“Miss K,” Owen said. He was the last one in the line, “Can you give something to Mister Jake for me?” 

“For sure,” You said and Owen handed you a piece of yellow paper that had been cut like the wings Jake had given him earlier in the year. You smiled, and Owen wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. 

“I’m going to miss you,” Owen said. 

“I am going to miss you too,” You said, and then kneeled down to Owen’s height, “Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t special, okay? You are a very special kid, Owen.” 

“Thank you, Miss K,” Owen said and you nodded, “Bye Miss K and Baby K.” 

“Goodbye Owen, have a happy summer.”

You stood up as Owen ran down the hallway towards the front doors of the school. You sighed, and turned around, looking at your now empty classroom. All the kids had put their chairs on their desks and taken their name tags off. You had given them anything in the class that had their name on it, which left it looking pretty bare.  Your lip quivered and you bit back a sob. Shaking your head, you shut the door, you weren’t able to look at the room anymore without crying. Jake had already agreed to help you clean everything out when he got back. 

“Hey,” Alyssa said, stepping out of her room down the hall, “You okay?” 

“No,” You sniffled, “I’m seven months pregnant, my baby daddy is in the middle of the pacific ocean, and your card made me fucking sob.” 

Alyssa giggled and put her arm around your shoulders, “I’m going to miss coming to bother you during lunch.” 

“Oh don’t you start,” You pushed her arm off of your playfully, “Let’s go. I want cookies. Stephanie has been perfecting her recipe since last week.” 

The staff break room was decorated with balloons and streamers, not only for you but to celebrate the end of the year. Your colleagues were all sad to see you go. Even though you had only been there a year, you had quickly become one of everyone's favorite teachers. Your kindness was infectious, and even teachers from other grades were coming by your room for a quick chat. You were thankful for having such a good team by your side. 

A couple of the other teacher moms gave you some gifts. You got a couple of books, onesies and diapers. It made you sort of realize that you hadn’t started really buying anything for the baby, and time was running out. Alyssa could see the look of panic on your face, and made sure to add things to the registry she and Phoenix had started for you. Stephanie was getting along greatly with some of the teachers, which surprised no one. She was always the social butterfly, and get along with anyone and everyone.  

“Are you ready for the baby to be here?” One of the fourth grade teachers, Mrs. Donohughe asked. 

“Can you ever be ready for a baby?” You asked and she chuckled, “I feel somewhat ready. I’ve had things like the crib and dresser and rocker delivered. But besides that. . . I think this is my first package of diapers I’ve gotten.” 

“You have time to get all that. Might not seem like it, but you will,” She assured you. 

You sucked in a breath as your phone went off. You smiled seeing Jake’s name and contact photo flash across your phone. You excused yourself from the group, and waddled out into the hallway. You swiped to answer it, and let out a sigh. 

“Hey, I’ve been waiting to-” 

“Sweetheart,” Your eyebrows furrowed at the sound of your dad’s voice. You pulled your phone away and double checked that it was in fact Jake’s phone number. 

“Dad? What-Why do you have Jake’s phone?” 

“Sweetheart,” Ice sighed, “There’s been an accident.”

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I am seriously so saddened to realize people have used my name and my cat to steal money from some of you. This is crazy, never, ever did I think that my Poppy would be used negatively.

Let’s give a little rundown of who we are. I’m Michelle, a 30-something year old married mama to 3 skin kittens, and 3 fuzzy kittens. One of my skin kittens is an adult, the other two are rapidly approaching attempting to leave the nest. I am disabled, physically and mentally which leads to emotionally, too. My fuzzy kittens help a lot with that.

2 summers ago, a friend texted me asking if I wanted a kitten. Of course I did. Then I found out she was a feral kitten that her mama had left behind because her one back leg was missing a foot, so she couldn’t climb and jump like the rest of the kittens were, and she was getting too heavy to carry in her mouth. That kitten now only have 3 legs, and is my Lucky baby.

Come early February of the next year, I saw on a friend’s aunts rescue site two of the most gorgeous little calico kittens I had ever seen. I claimed them before Valentine’s Day, even though I wouldn’t be able to get them until after Mother’s Day since they were slow to grow. They were attached at the hip, there was no way I could get one and not the other. Those were my Poppy girl and Millie moon.

That’s how I ended up with my fuzzy kittens. They are the best fuzzy kittens I have ever met. All 3 of them have a different job in calming me and my middle daughter down while in emotional crisis. Poppy is and has always been that calming rumble that you try to concentrate on instead of everything else that is happening. And it works more than anyone would believe.

Poppy is sick. My go fund me has all the explanations and updates you could ever need; I even have to add the email with the vet when she gets a chance to email back to me. I have endless pictures and videos to show she is my little love.

Please, if you can, share this post anywhere and everywhere, across all forms of social media. My follower numbers are so low, I’m surprised it’s not a negative number. I know a bunch of you got scammed, and I’m sorry. I really am. If I could make it better, I would.

Myself, I’ve even cut back some of my less essential but still needed medications so I have the money to get Poppy the treatment she deserves. I just need my baby girl to be better. It’s time sensitive because we honestly don’t know how much time she has left with her red blood cell count being in the low 10s percent wise (I think it was 13-14% last time, and it should be above 35). I am extremely transparent in what I show you all because if you are helping pay for it, I figure you have a right to see where the care is going and what it’s being used for.

We are trying to get the maximum amount of funding so we can get all the testing done because the liver and spleen are just as important as the bone marrow biopsy, but we will not look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever we get it, it’s another cent that we didn’t have to scrounge around to find, another minute off the ever clicking clock.

Best ways to donate: to the hospital itself:

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Dial 267-727-3738, press 2, ask to place a credit on Poppy Riggs account, #FE22554C. All of this info is able to be found on the images in the gofundme.

The Gofundme. It is the *only* go fund me I have up. Anything else is a scam.

These account below are the only official ways to donate outside of the gofundme.

My email is listed below, and I am willing to answer any and all questions via email or on here, your choice.

Thank you so much for helping. It means everything to us.

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pairing ; bakugo katsuki

summary ; where lovesick Katsuki finally gets the girl of his dreams <3

cw ; pregnancy, children, (eventual) aged up, very ooc bakugo, not proof read, and first thing i’ve posted so yes it’s shit.

- lovesick bakugo who sat behind y/n in science, constantly trying to talk to her. She was ever so popular and he was..well not really the friendly type.

- lovesick bakugo who would put love letters in ur locker after hours, denying Kirishima on his suspicions.

- lovesick bakugo who goes home and stalks ur insta, ur highlights, ur posts, every story. (he freaked when u followed him back)

- lovesick bakugo who would buy you snacks everytime he would see u crying at the fending machine because it didn’t work.

- lovesick bakugo who went home smiling because when u two graduated he got a peck on the cheek from you.

- lovesick bakugo who’s stomach fell in a pit after he saw ur boyfriend on instagram after graduation, u and him announcing ur pregnancy.

- lovesick bakugo who was still in love with you 10 years later decided to hope for the best and went to UA’s highschool reunion. a smile hitting his face when his former classmate mina said you’ve been single for a while.

- lovesick bakugo whos eyes instantly landed on you in ur sundress having a drink with mina at the park.

- lovesick bakugo who got u another drink and finally mustered up the courge to get ur number. the smile he left with still make kirishima laugh to this day.

- lovesick bakugo who took you home after a few to many drinks and let you sleep on his bed while he slept on a chair.

- lovesick bakugo who drove u home that morning and stayed just a little longer to help with breakfast.

- lovesick bakugo who started seeing you weekend after weekend, finally realizing he was locked him when u wanted him to meet ur daughter.

- lovesick bakugo who planned ur daughters 3rd birthday party in order to surprise u, the sight leaving u in almost tears.

- lovesick bakugo who treated ur daughter like ur own and you like the most gorgeous girl in the world.

- lovesick bakugo who was on one knee in the middle of his fancy kitchen ur full name rolling off his tounge, tears welled in ur eyes ur daughter dancing with joy over whom shes grown to call her father.

- lovesick bakugo who danced with u at ur wedding day, the first time tears fell from his eyes since he was just a teenager.

- lovesick bakugo who takes care of u, makes u dinner, hugs u in his sleep, cleans u after a lovely night.

- lovesick bakugo who argues with you on where you too should put ur family picture in ur shared home <3.

Lmao quick summary on how my mom and stepdad met !

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just married

JUST MARRIED, EDDIE DIAZ X FEM!READER

APART OF THE 'ROLLING UP THE WELCOME MAT' SERIES

SUMMARY: after leaving LA, y/n flies to nashville, reflecting on her marriage with eddie, staring at the pictures of the two on their wedding day, wondering how they went from love, to just married.

inspired by just married by kelsea ballerini

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warning: mentions of sex (no smut), divorce, swearing, marriage problems, brief alcohol mention.

a/n: THIS IS SO SHORT I AM SO SORRY BUUUT! i am so excited about this series, and im SO SO SO excited to write the next chapter !!! 

“SO YOU AND EDDIE ARE GETTING A DIVORCE BECAUSE HE WAS COMING HOME LATE?”

“i’m sure that there was a good reason for the fact that he was coming home late. there has to be.”buck tried to reason with the girl, and she shook her head slightly as she fixed the glasses that were on top of her head, “you two could’ve worked that out!”

“it was more than that buck.”she whispered, trying everything she could not to cry, “there was more than just that buck, we haven’t been on the same page for years.”

“y/n, you and eddie are the only thing that makes sense in my life. if the two of you break up, nothing in this world makes sense.”buck stressed, and y/n stood in front of him, with her hands shaking.

“buck the only reason i’m in LA is to sign the divorce papers. our marriage started to fall apart years ago.”she tried to tell him, but buck couldn’t accept it, “it started 10 months after we got married.”

—

(ONE MONTH BEFORE.)

“I WROTE A NEW SONG.”

y/n announced as she sat down with her producer brynn, who gave the girl a look as the h/c girl sat on the floor of the studio,  “i was looking at the old wedding pictures i had up in the apartment last night and started writing.”

“what’s the lyrics?”brynn questioned, before y/n pulled out her phone, and opened up her notes app, grabbing the lyrics.

“i don’t think i lied when i said i wanted that life.”she started, tapping her fingers against the ground, with her wedding band still in plain view, “maybe i was too young to understand what i wanted at all.”

“but baby it was true, with all that i knew, it felt like forever that december two.”she went on, not daring to glance up, knowing her bloodshot eyes would give away everything, “a fairytale start, with us crossing our hearts, we rode off in a car that said “just married.””

she stopped herself after the first verse, before clearing her throat and pushing her beanie down on her head more, “the rest of the lyrics are a bit rough and have to be cleaned up if we’re able to do that today.”

“yeah of course.”brynn nodded, before grabbing out a notebook and a pen, helping the girl fix up the lyrics, before they had quickly moved onto creating a sound, one that reminded the h/c girl of a wedding song.

“i don’t know what i’m supposed to do with my wedding dress now.”y/n’s voice rasped as they took a little break, and brynn looked at the girl with such sadness in her eyes, knowing exactly what the girl was going through.

“if you do anything with this song, either releasing it as a single or even have a music video for it, wear your dress in it.”brynn suggested, and the singer shrugged, picking at the rug of the studio floor, “it’s a gorgeous dress, and you can create better memories with it.”

“i feel bad about wanting out knowing chris is going to get caught in the middle of all of this.”she whispered, feeling tears threatening to spill as she thought about the boy who she adored, “i just couldn’t stay there any longer. i couldn’t continue killing myself over a marriage that was one-sided.”

“and you shouldn’t have to.”brynn reassured the girl, grabbing her hand and giving it a comforting squeeze, “in this instance, you have to put yourself first, and if leaving is the solution, then so be it.”

“chris will forgive you.”brynn told her, causing y/n to look up at her, “i’ve met the kid. he will forgive you.”

after a bit, y/n got up wordlessly and walked into the studio with the notebook, giving it one shot to sing the entire song without crying, which is something she hadn’t been able to do yet. once she got through the first part of the song, she looked up at brynn who gave her a reassuring smile.

“long distance text, make-up-for-time sex, tired of asking when i’ll see you next.”she sang, with flashes of memories from when she would constantly text eddie, asking when she would be able to see him next, the endless booked flights that he constantly missed to go and see her, “i’m too mad to fight, so i’ll stare and cry at the picture of you, and me wearing white.”

“just married.”

“but i wasn’t made for fixing a plate, and keeping our problems buried.”she went on, feeling her heart shatter into a million pieces, just like a plate would after it had been dropped onto the ground, “no i wasn’t strong enough to hold on, with all of the weight i carried.”

“yeah it was love, then it was just married.”

flashes of her wedding went through her mind, with the vivid taste of veuve they had drank as their celebratory drink on her taste buds. their vows ringing through her mind, always promising to stick by each other throughout everything.

everything little memory of the past five years tainted from her soon to be ex husband, and every little thing they had done together.

“but dammit i wish i wasn’t this ready, to undo i do.”she paused, swallowing hard, knowing she had one more verse left before she was finished with the song, “but i wasn’t made for fixing a plate, and getting divorced sounds scary.”

“but i’m just not strong enough to hold on, with all of the weight that i carried.”she admitted, playing with the strings of her hoodie, knowing she was at the finish line, “yeah it was love, it really was.”

“then it was just married.”

#eddie diaz fic #eddie diaz fluff #eddie diaz x y/n #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #911 spoilers #911 on fox #firefam #911 #evan buckley x y/n #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley #rolling up the welcome mat

[honeypiehotchner]

Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part three

Hi besties we’re back!! Thank y’all sm for all the love on this story🥺 I’ve loved writing it & I love that y’all love reading it💛💛 (but also don’t quote me on the accuracy of some stuff in here,,, I’ve never stood underneath the wing of a Super Hornet like they fly in TGM but I’ve stood underneath an A-10 so I kinda went with my experience of that)

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: ooh boy, lots of sadness in this one, lots of tears, I cried my way through writing this (but it has a very fluffy end)

WC: 3,859

Being back at Top Gun makes you feel 18 again. Showing your ID at the gate, being recognized and told to have a wonderful day. Driving around to the parking lot and parking in your dad’s old space; no one parks there anymore, out of respect or what, you don’t know.

You can’t bring yourself to get out of the car. You’ve turned the engine off. Unlocked the door. But you can’t move.

The last time you were here, it was to collect your dad’s things. Your mom couldn’t do it, so she sent you. You didn’t mind, not really. You were glad to be here alone that day. You didn’t have to hide your tears or be strong for your mom. You were a complete wreck and no one said a word.

You’re better today. You don’t feel as awful as you did that day, five years ago, but you’re not far from it. Tears sting the back of your eyes and you blink the sensation away.

You’re here for a visit. You want to be here to visit. Why is it so hard if it’s something you want to do?

Finally, you open the car door, throwing yourself out and shutting the door in one swift motion. If you didn’t do it quickly, you knew it wouldn’t happen. So you keep moving. You lock the car and head up to the front door. The guard lets you in, but if he recognizes you, he doesn’t say it.

The emblem on the tile floor is just the same. You used to try to jump from one end to the other when you were little, but you only ever made it to the middle. Now you can easily step over it.

The hallway here is the next obstacle.

When you came to collect your dad’s things a few years ago, they asked if it was okay to leave something here: his helmet. It sat next to a picture of him in the cockpit, in a glass case. His headshot was framed above, engraved with In memory underneath, as well as 1968-2015.

It’s still there, except his helmet isn’t. You guess they’ve just put it away for the time being, because a new picture is in its place. An old one of your dad and Warlock.

You lean in closer, not sure if you’ve seen this picture before or not. It looks new to you, but it’s the Warlock you remember. The two of them were nearly inseparable.

“Y/N?”

You turn your head, recognizing his voice immediately. “Rear Admiral,” you smile.

“Ah,” he waves his hand as he comes toward you. “Whatever happened to Uncle Solomon?”

You’re not sure what it is about him saying that, but the tears well up in your eyes and he’s bringing you in for a hug before you can question any of it.

You hold on tightly, burying your face in his shoulder, willing the tears to retreat back into your eyes. They do, but it’s a close call.

“I could hardly believe my ears when Maverick told me you’d like to stop by,” the Rear Admiral says, pushing back from the hug but still holding onto your shoulders. “My god, you’ve grown.”

“It’s been almost ten years,” you laugh. “I was thirteen when you deployed, remember?”

“Has it been that long?” he asks. “So you’re…”

“Twenty-three now.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “You’re making me feel old, Y/N.”

“That’s my job,” you tease.

He grins. “Oh, give me another hug, kiddo, I’ve missed you.”

You gladly do, letting him squeeze you tightly this time.

“So,” you start, “scale of 1-10, how much have things changed?”

“Eleven,” Warlock replies quickly. “Maybe fifteen.”

“Damn,” you mutter. “Guess I should’ve expected that.”

“You know how it is,” he says.

“I know you can’t explain,” you remind him. “No need to be all vague. We can move on.”

He smiles gratefully. “Let’s take a walk. I have something in my office for you.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” you say, walking with him. “What is it?”

He almost answers, but stops himself. “You’ll see.”

You know better than to pry, so you drop it, knowing you’ll be at his office soon, anyway. If he’s the Rear Admiral, then it’s around here somewhere, and likely massive. And cluttered to all hell.

You pass many, many rooms with the doors shut and probably locked. Down one hallway is the barracks, where you’re sure Hangman’s room is. Warlock steers you in the opposite direction, making a big loop around, finally stopping outside his office.

“As you know, we kept something of your dad’s when he died,” the Rear Admiral says as he walks into his office, flicking on the lights.

Instantly, you know what he’s about to hand to you.

And you don’t want it.

“Please,” you interject. “You can keep it here. It’s important--”

“It is,” he agrees. “But it was important to your father that you got his helmet.”

“I can’t take it,” you protest. “It belongs here.”

“It belongs with you,” Warlock says, fighting each of your arguments.

He pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the cabinet behind him. You avert your eyes as he opens the door, too afraid to see it. They hadn’t put it out just yet when you were here last, so you haven’t seen it. Not since the last time he was wearing it, which was right before he left.

Right before he left to die.

“Y/N,” Uncle Solomon says gently. “He made me promise to put this in your hands.”

You sniffle, the tears beginning to return with a vengeance, ready to cascade down your cheeks. You shake your head. It’s all you can do to keep staring out the window.

“If you really don’t want it, I will keep it. I’ll keep it until you’re ready. But it’s yours.”

Slowly, you let yourself look at Uncle Solomon, and then down at the helmet in his hands. Your dad’s helmet.

A broken sob leaves your lips just at the sight of it. The black background, red capital letters spelling out GRAVEDIGGER, but the A is gray, made to look like a tombstone. It’s exactly as you remember it.

You see it all the time in your memories, when it was tradition to slap your dad’s head. “Make sure my helmet works,” he’d say, and you’d hit it once, and nod seriously. “It works.”

Uncle Solomon brings you into another hug, and you grasp the helmet, clutching it to your chest. It feels like you’re getting to hug your dad again, and you smack the helmet once, finally doing what you should’ve done before he left. You never got to do it that last time because he was never meant to go up in the air. He was training them, not flying. But things went south, and he had no choice. He went up so the other aviators could come home. Even though it meant he wouldn’t.

You think of those lives he saved and you’re grateful. You don’t know who they were -- security reasons and all. You’re glad they were able to come home. But oh, how you’ve cried for hours upon hours at how unfair it is that your dad never got to come home.

He was supposed to be at dinner. It was a quick mission. He said he’d see you at dinner in two days. Those two days were up and dinner was cooked. The doorbell rang and you thought that was weird, but you went to answer it anyway. You opened it and instead of your dad, you were met with two men in uniforms, sorrow written all over their bodies.

“No,” you remember saying, and that’s all you said. Over and over again. “No. No, no, no, no, no. No!”

Your mom heard your cries and rushed to your side. She saw the men and they only nodded, confirming what she knew. “We’re so very sorry,” they said, but all you heard was your own sobs.

Like now. All you can hear are the sobs wracking your body, Uncle Solomon’s quiet murmuring as he holds you, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Oh god,” you cry, wiping your face with the back of your hands, but the tears keep coming. “I miss him, Uncle Solomon, I miss him so much.”

“I know, kiddo, I do too,” he replies softly. “It’s okay,” he says, and his voice cracks, no doubt because he’s crying with you.

You realize your tears have spilled onto the helmet and you wipe them away, drying your hand on your pants.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to his funeral,” Solomon says.

You shake your head. “You were dark, there’s no way you could’ve known.”

“I know.”

You don’t know what mission Solomon was on, but he was unreachable. It was no one’s fault. He had a job to do.

“He’d understand,” you reply, sniffling. “I understand too. You’re here now. And you held onto this,” you murmur, thumbing over the letters on the helmet. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Warlock says. “I have been meaning to reach out to you, but never could find the right time.”

“I guess the right time came to us instead,” you chuckle, wiping away more tears.

“I guess it did,” he agrees, wrapping an arm around you. “I didn’t mean to bombard you. I know this visit was very impromptu.”

“It was, and it’s alright,” you shrug. “I knew it was going to be hard. It took me five minutes to just get out of my car.”

“I understand,” he says. “I didn’t feel right coming back here without your dad.”

“But I know he’s glad you did,” you smile, giving up on wiping your tears away. “He’d be proud of you.”

“Of me?” Solomon says. “He’d be proud of you.”

“Don’t make me start crying again,” you groan, already feeling the lump in your throat. You take a deep breath and swallow it down. “I’m supposed to be getting a tour, you know. I can’t be sobbing the whole time.”

“A tour?” Solomon raises an eyebrow. “With who? Maverick?”

Shit. “Sure.”

“You’re lying.”

“Not technically.”

“Y/N.”

“With Hangman,” you cave. “But it’s not really a tour. I grew up here, for god’s sake, I know where everything is.”

“Ah, so that’s the one you’re smitten with,” the Rear Admiral starts to grin. “I knew there was one.”

“How?”

“An uncle knows,” he replies, and that’s all he’ll say about it. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Of course you will,” you mutter, knowing the only reason he’s doing this is so he can say something to Hangman.

You move your dad’s helmet to rest under your arm and follow Solomon out into the hall.

As the Rear Admiral is shutting his office door, he says, “You know they have an assignment coming up.”

This is all he can say, really. He can’t say what it is, where it is, when it is, or how long it will be. But he can say it’s an “assignment” and that it’s “coming up.”

“I gathered that,” you reply. Why else would they be here, especially Maverick?

“It will not be easy,” Solomon says, and that’s your clue. It’s highly dangerous. There are risks involved with everyday tasks and missions, but this is worse.

“Okay,” you nod. “Thank you.”

“Just looking out for you, kiddo,” he replies quietly.

“I know,” you murmur. “I appreciate it.��

The two of you walk in silence the rest of the way, outside toward the hangar. The jets are lined up per usual, but none of the aviators are in sight. They must be showering, or already headed to The Hard Deck.

Except one.

Hangman is waiting for you by his jet, standing at attention when he notices who you’re with.

“As you were, Lieutenant,” Solomon calls out once you’re closer.

“Sir,” Hangman responds, relaxing. “Y/N.”

You think this might be the first time Hangman has called you by your first name and not “sweetheart,” “honey,” or “darlin’.” It almost makes you snort.

“It was good to see you again,” the Rear Admiral says to you, holding out both arms.

You give him a hug as best you can while still clutching your dad’s helmet. “You too, Uncle Solomon,” you murmur. Hangman’s shocked expression is priceless.

“Have fun,” Solomon says. Then he looks at Hangman. “Not too much fun.”

Hangman nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright,” Solomon grins. “See you around, kiddo. See you tomorrow, Lieutenant.”

“Yes, sir. Have a good night,” Hangman replies with another nod.

Solomon leaves and heads back toward the building.

Hangman waits a few moments for the Rear Admiral to be out of earshot before he says, “Uncle Solomon?”

“Bet you weren’t expecting that one,” you tease. “I’ve called him Uncle Solomon since I was…god, probably five. I think the story goes that I said it out of the blue one day with zero prompting, and it stuck. Apparently my dad said, ‘She has spoken,’ and he’s been my uncle ever since.”

The warm memory brings more tears to the forefront of your eyes. Hangman notices immediately and his soft smile turns into a frown.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”

You nod, and the tears start falling all over again. “Because I have.” You take in a shuddering breath, pressing the back of your hand over your mouth. “Rear Admir-- Warlock-- He gave me my dad’s helmet,” you hiccup, your arm tightening over it. “I wasn’t expecting--”

“C’mere,” Hangman murmurs, not waiting for any sort of reply from you before he pulls you in.

Despite having just cried your eyes out a few minutes ago, you do it yet again, this time in Hangman’s arms.

You wrap your free arm around him, sobbing into his shoulder. He holds you tighter, wishing he could fix it, but knowing that he can’t. You feel him widen his stance so you can put all your weight on him. He rests one hand on the back of your head, shushing you gently, and you swear you feel him kiss the top of your head.

You grip his uniform, pulling him closer, and he hugs you tighter in response, knowing what you need without having to be told.

You’re inconsolable for who knows how long, and eventually you calm down, but Hangman still holds you up.

And you let him.

You bury your nose in his shirt, inhaling, loving the way he smells and how it fills your lungs. You don’t want to move, but you know you’ll have to at some point. Right now, though, you just want to stay here. Forever.

“I hate seein’ you sad, sweetheart,” Hangman whispers, and this time you definitely feel him kiss your head.

You nod into his shirt, which is more like rubbing your face and tears all over him.

“I got you,” he says. “You okay?”

“Better,” you murmur, turning your head to rest your cheek on his shoulder. You take another deep breath, harsh and shuddering. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he replies, but doesn’t move. Neither do you.

You open your eyes and look at the jets, the sky, the hangar. The things that you’ve grown up around and loved. Things that feel like home to you.

You lift your head, eyebrows furrowed, looking up at the jet next to you. “We’re standing under a Super Hornet, aren’t we?”

Hangman grins. “As a matter of fact, we are.”

“That’s what my dad flew,” you murmur, your eyes filling with tears again. “Is that what you fly?”

“It is,” Hangman replies gently. “In fact, we’re standing under my jet right now. I was just finishing checks when you and the Rear Admiral got here.”

“Sorry if we ambushed you,” you murmur.

Nothing about this feels weird. Talking to him, still safely tucked in his arms. You know by now you probably should’ve stepped back, stepped out of his arms, but you haven’t. It’s like both of you are waiting for the other to let go, and both of you refuse to.

He shakes his head. “You didn’t.” He pauses, looking down at you, his eyes wandering all over the place. Your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. “So,” his eyes snap back to your eyes. “Still up for a tour?”

“Maybe,” you shrug. “Maybe a small one.” You lift your free arm off of him and reach up, cursing. “Damn.”

“What?”

“I’m still not tall enough to reach the wings.”

“You’re close, here,” Hangman, without warning, tightens his grip and lifts you skyward.

“What are you-- Hey!”

“So you can touch the wing!” he laughs, not even straining. “What?”

“Oh, fine,” you mutter, laughing with him, raising your arm and touching the wing easily. You can’t help but grin once you do. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he says, carefully placing you back down.

He uses this as an opportunity to let go of you entirely, but he doesn’t step away from you. Although your arms aren’t around each other, they might as well be.

You’re suddenly very aware of the helmet under your arm and you bring it forward, looking down at the call sign. Hangman looks down, eyebrows furrowing.

“Wow,” he says.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “I wonder if it fits me anymore. I used to try it on to be funny,” you pause to laugh, “but it always swallowed my head.”

“You could try it on,” he says.

“I know,” you reply quietly. “Just working up the courage.”

“Want me to help?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Thanks, I just--” Another deep breath. “Doesn’t feel right. Not yet.”

“That’s alright,” Hangman replies. “You wanna take a walk? See the other jets and cool down.”

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling a little. “That sounds good, let’s.”

“Come on,” he nods down the tarmac, holding out his arm for you to take. It’s almost instinctual, the way he does it, his southern roots undeniable.

And you take it without hesitation, glad to hold onto him a little more as you walk.

+++

Hangman insists on cheering you up, so after dropping off your dad’s helmet at Penny’s, you head with him to The Hard Deck.

You wanted to spend the night inside on Penny’s couch, but the idea of hanging out at the bar with everyone is too enticing. Especially the idea of beating Hangman at darts and pool -- again.

All heads turn toward the door when you walk in, probably standing a little too close, but it’s not like you’re holding hands. Still, all the aviators eye you with suspicion, no doubt because they were wondering why Hangman stayed back at Top Gun.

“There you are,” Penny waves you over. “I was wondering how long you’d be.”

Maverick stands from his stool, grinning cautiously. You can tell that he knew today was hard. “I was beginning to think Hangman here kidnapped you.”

“Not quite,” you say.

Maverick pauses, still hesitating. “Did you-- Did Rear Admiral--?”

“Yes,” you nod, saving him the trouble. “It’s at home-- at Penny’s.”

“Good,” Maverick replies. “That’s good. And you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” you say. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Mav nods.

Hangman hands you a beer. “Your usual.”

“Thanks,” you smile.

Maverick looks between the two of you. “Okay...”

You already know what he wants to say, so you remove yourself from the conversation. “If you need me, I’ll be at the dart board.”

“Not so fast, sweetheart,” Hangman follows you. “I’ve been practicing.”

“You’re full of shit,” you laugh. “But alright. Let’s see if you’re any easier to beat.”

He’s not. But he tries his hardest, which is adorable.

After a few rounds of darts, you move on to the pool table, not wanting the night to end anytime soon.

“You wanna rack ‘em this time?” you ask, sipping your beer.

“With pleasure,” Hangman grins.

He makes a whole show of it. It has you rolling your eyes and laughing, which was his plan all along. When you break, none of the balls land, but when Hangman has his turn, he makes sure to sink a stripe, letting you have the solids.

Midway through your second game of pool (you won the first, of course), you hear everyone get quiet as someone begins playing the piano.

“I forgot that thing was even tuned,” you comment, rubbing chalk on your stick.

“Rooster’s favorite party trick is tearing up the piano,” Hangman explains.

It’s true, Rooster is amazing. He’s just messing around right now, but it sounds insane.

“You know what time it is!” You hear Rooster shout. He plays a few chords, and then to your surprise, everyone, including Hangman, yells out, “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”

You hang your head with a laugh as everyone goes crazy. Even Hangman, who you’ve noticed has a bit of a frenemies thing going on with Rooster, is beaming, gearing up to sing along.

You expect him to join them at the piano, but instead he turns around and starts singing into his pool stick.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain, too much love drives a man insane,” he nods his head dramatically. “You broke my will, but what a thrill.”

“Oh my god,” you shake your head at him with a smile.

This reaction isn’t good enough for him, though, and he continues singing, walking toward you with his pool stick in hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Kiss me baby.”

You give him a look.

“Ooh, that feels good, baby,” Hangman laughs, taking your hand to spin you in a circle. “I wanna love you like a lover should.” He pulls you against his chest. “I’ma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”

He spins you again and you keep going, giggling like you used to when you were a little kid.

“Come on baby, you’re driving me crazy,” he sings, pulling you back in.

You shake your head. “Goodness gracious--”

“Great balls of fire!”

Everyone cheers as Rooster plays through the interlude of the song, his fingers gliding across the piano with ease.

You continue dancing with Hangman, having the most fun you’ve had in a long time. You feel free. Hangman leaves his pool stick against the wall, using both hands to dance with you.

“Kiss me baby,” Hangman sings, and you shake your head, but you’re still grinning. He pulls you in abruptly, one hand holding yours, outstretched, the other holding the small of your back. “I wanna love you like a lover should.”

“You’re fine, you’re so kind,” you sing.

And the both of you sing, “I’ma tell the world that you’re mine, mine, mine, mine!”

The dancing continues as Rooster plays the chorus one more time, everyone far from being done.

Unbeknownst to you, everyone is watching you and Hangman as you continue to dance in whatever way you two think is fun. All that matters is Hangman sees a smile on your face, and that’s what he wanted. After a day like today, he wanted you to have a night full of laughter.

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[nightmarist]

I was given Necrophantasmagoria: Vanitas, the revised edition, one book of Takato Yamamoto’s work.

Took pictures of some interesting things I wanted to note, since I love to study his work to mastercopy.

SIZE ADDENDUM: The pieces average around 20 inches/40 cm at the longest side. He varies between labeling sketches as inches, cm, and mm but the final pieces are always mm. Some as large as 35 and 40 inches. Commonly the sizes are (in cm): 30x40, 33x33, 40x28, and 40x20. It looks like he prefers A4 and letter size paper overall. All his paper looks like they have deckled edges so I’m not sure if it’s custom cut, or if he buys a specific brand in standard sizes.

He marks the center top and sides of the first two symmetrical pieces. Note the horned piece, its exact center is not between the eyes but on the brow, which I think is a smart move as it prevents making the gaze threatening.

Note the second row piece, he only penciled in the vague outline of the “nonsense” and only vaguely sketched in the beginnings of what he wanted to draw there (the “scales” or “petals”). An interesting if not relieving contrast to the all too perfect linework. The exact center is also trained on the pearl in the middle of the body. Also to note, it’s underneath the “odd eye” at the characters chest which the piece is titled, also refraining from direct eye contact with the viewer.

The solo piece in the center, I love how messy the hair is, almost frustratingly sketched in with eraser marks compared to the rest of it being so clean. There are eraser marks and you can see the old, dark lines from redrawing it several times. I’ve been there…

“The Magus” under sketch, the editor noted the piece was lost for 10 years and shown in this revised edition for the first time. I love how messy it is. Some of the messy outlines with vague sketching kind of feels like “yeah, yeah I know what’s supposed to be here”

Last but not least, I love how clean the outline of Saint Sebastian is while there’s really vague zigzags for a background. The outline of the “nonsense” is distinguished while it has no inner sketch details.

Studying incredible masterworks like this is so humanizing. It shows the way the artist thinks about the piece and what is important or unimportant to note immediately or later. Also funny to see frustrated eraser marks.

I like his professional Japanese artist seal. I remember watching a short documentary about seal creators who get commissioned by artists, companies, banks, etc to design seals for their business, and how both rewarding and pressuring it is since it’s a literal signature attached to their prestige or importance.

Artworks presented:

“Something that Controls with Roses and Horns” (2010)

“Odd Eye” (2012)

“Quivering” (2010)

“Until the Moon Sets” (not visibly dated)

“The Magus” (2003)

“Saint Sebastian” (2005)

#art #takato yamamoto #japanese art #asian art #sketch #sketches #saint sebastian #eroguro #ero guro

[enter-the-phantom]

Enter Writes A Blog - December 19, 2023

Shenanigans Ensue at the Inaugural Rickmas Party ‘23

Rickmas this year was a grand affair and hopefully the first of many more to come!

I’d been wanting to host a holiday party for a long time now—I know a lot of people and don’t get to see some of them as often as I’d like—and I had the brilliant/terrible idea to pay tribute to the spirit of the season in the best/worst way possible. Hence something my friends have been expecting for years: Rickmas—the party!

You don’t know true chaos until you have a group of 10-12 people, many of them dressed as various Alan Rickman characters, playing Cards Against Humanity while being benevolently watched over by a giant cutout of Severus Snape. Followed by karaoke in which Hans Gruber and two angels Metatron belt Gay Bar in the middle of the living room.

A night celebrating friends and love that the man himself would be proud of.

Favorite costume was Marvin by far (she had such clever makeup!), closely followed by Turpin complete with a tiny pie! My sister’s Metatron included $2 maracas that I was proud of.

And not a single good picture of my Hans to be found. Oh well, here’s a pre-party makeup check. I’ve really got to do something with all these niche cosplays I’ve acquired.

#rickmas 2023 #Rickmas #Alan rickman #Metatron #Hans Gruber #Severus snape #cosplay #Christmas #enter writes a blog

[hansoheeglobal]

Part 1. The reason Han Sohee awaits with trembling heart

Q. The products in this Omega pictorial were chosen in gold colors that suit the Christmas season.

No wonder. Gold is emerging these days. I didn't wear a watch because my wrists were so thin, but I became interested in watches as I became involved with Omega. Especially after Omega gave me a watch that suits me, I started wearing it.

Q. You have really thin wrists.

That's right. If you do this (raises arms), you can't see the strap.(laughs) That's why I often wear them on top of my clothes. Among the watches I wore today, I liked the Constellation gold watch I wore on top of my clothes the most.

Q. That's true, there will be plenty of cars with clothes on. Before coming here, I really enjoyed reading Sohee's blog post. You write really well. Not only was there no inscription, but there were traces of efforts made to make it easier for the reader to understand.

That's...It wasn't easy. Whenever I write a blog, I repeat, "Write and delete", "Write and delete". I write down all the things I want to say, but I delete some because I don't need them and I'm afraid it might be confusing to read. I'm afraid it might be confusing to read neat and compact texts as much as possible.That's because I'm worried that (fans) will get bored if I talk too long. Let’s compete on quality rather than quantity of writing. That's how I feel

Q. It's also a kind attitude toward others.

From this year on, I didn't want my feelings to be passed on to my fans while writing. When I was in trouble, when I was happy, and when I was writing, I wanted my feelings at that time not to be revealed in the writing as much as possible. I want to relieve you as much as possible from worrying about me so you don't have to worry about showing your sad or difficult feelings.

Q. Almost every post has more than 4500 comments. The response has already exceeded the limit of 9900, so the count has stopped. I've never seen such a reactive blog before.

(Laughs) I’ve been doing it for a long time. I started blogging even before I debuted. I still feel more comfortable talking through blogs than through Instagram.

Q. I even thought that the taste of music and movies posted on the blog was similar to me. Mogwai, Fiest, Cooks are the music that indie music fans have listened to among the so-called Generation X. I wonder how you got that taste.

Oh really? Nirvana, Radiohead, and Oasis were the first things that I started listening to music consciously when I was in middle school. It started from there and went as far as Feist and Mogwai.

Q. By the way…I listened to those songs in real time when I was in middle school. When I was in my second year of middle school, the second album of Radiohead was just released as a new album. It's amazing that Sohee and I are more than 10 years apart.

Come to think of it, there weren't that many friends who listened to music similar to mine. I think it was kind of unique. I had a temperament where I purposely didn't listen to other people go wild saying, "Good, good." There's a person like that. I'm a kid who always wears earphones at school and listens to music all day long.(laughs) That was me. I was interested in music when I was in school, but I also drew pictures. But to draw, you have to see a lot of things. I often watched music videos, exhibitions, and movies. I think I watched all the things that I could watch without any hesitation.

Q. No wonder...The latest movie you saw was "I loved you for a long time". I think you go to movie theaters often

That's right. I love going to art movie theaters alone and seeing actual exhibitions. These days, media art is very active, and there are cases where people enjoy works online first rather than seeing actual exhibitions. Still, I tend to go there myself to see the real thing as much as possible.

Q. While watching “I’ve Loved You for a Long Time,” you thought of something.

This is a story outside of movies, but I was worried that the number of people taking on the challenge of making such movies would gradually disappear. As science fiction and blockbuster movies become more and more dominant commercially, I worry that there will be no place for movies like “I’ve Loved You for a Long Time,” which make you feel heartbroken after watching them.

Q. Such stories often come up when interviewing filmmakers

I don't know the answer either. However, you won't be able to make a movie without thinking about consumers.

Q. That's right. What did you like best about the movie?

I loved Juliet's eyes, played by Kristin Scott Thomas. Even if she didn't say anything, the look in her eyes showed all the years she had gone through. Even if she was smiling, it felt like she was crying, and somehow her shadow felt darker than other people's. In fact, it may be a very unfriendly movie for some audiences.

Q. That's right. I can't help but wonder what the hell's wrong with Juliet until the movie is almost over.

But after the story was revealed, my heart was really filled with emotion.

Q. Meanwhile, you also like hip musicians like DPR (Dream Perfect Regime)

That's right. I don't cover it. I just listen and watch everything

Q. But what's interesting is that you can feel the consistency of your tastes in the meantime.

I'm not sure about that either. I know for sure. My taste is firm. But if you ask me what my preference is, I don't know how to tell you. This may seem a bit nonsense, but I like things to be a bit ‘strict’.

Q. It's strict… It’s tough… What does it mean?

This is an abstract expression, but there's something I feel is a bit strict about. If you look at it broadly, it's minor, but that doesn't mean it's really minor. Nirvana, Radiohead, and Oasis were only minor among my peers, but they were actually artists who were at the peak of their era. But I can’t explain my taste in music in words.

Q. To guess what it means to be 'strict', I wonder if you're talking about the works that the makers were serious about.

I can say it's similar. I think it's easier to talk about it in a movie, and I like the movie when I feel crazy about something. For example, there are people who understand every scene logically while watching a movie, but for me, once I experience just one scene so strongly that it seems to pass through my body, I understand the intention of all other scenes. 〈I've Loved You for a Long Time〉 was like that, and Lars von Trier's 〈Melancholia〉 was also that kind of movie. It was a movie that I watched thinking, ��What on earth are they trying to do?’, but after just one scene passed through me, I knew everything the director was trying to convey. Although I can't put into words what it all means.

Q. Is there a movie you want to recommend among the movies you've watched recently?

Among the ones I saw recently, I really liked “Detachment.” Adrien Brody plays the main character, a teacher. The movie clearly deals with a story about education. Through the eyes of a man and a human being, it shows quite directly how this ‘education’ affects the target person. While watching this movie, I liked the message that ultimately you and I can change depending on education and environment. Ultimately, it expands into a consilient message that I am just like you and you are just like me.

Q. Why haven't I seen the work yet?

Make sure you watch it. It's going to be fun.

Q. Anyway, the long-awaited December has finally arrived. The highly anticipated work ‘Gyeongseong Creature’ will be released soon.

I wish it didn't come. To be honest, my mind is half and half right now. Half of my heart is that I can't wait to see December come, and half of my heart is that I'm so nervous and scared that I wish it wouldn't come.

Q. Do you get this nervous every time a work is released?

No, I don’t think so.

Q. Then...Is it because it's such a masterpiece?

That's not it either. Season 1 of ‘Gyeongseong Creature’ filmed when I was in my 20s. The first season, which was filmed about two years ago, is being released now. So I don't remember anything. I don't remember how I acted that scene, what expression I made, what senior Park Seojoon's acting was like, or even the story. It’s like waking up with amnesia and someone telling you, ‘This is a movie you shot two years ago, and it’s coming out soon.’ I think you'll probably get this kind of reaction when you see it. 'Eh? ‘I filmed this?’ (Laughs) Then you will fall into a state where neither subjective nor objective evaluation can be made. I don’t remember taking the picture, but what anyone can see is ‘me’.

Q. ah… I kind of understood what it felt like.

The only thing I can rely on at this point is the director and Seojoon senior.

Q. Like "D.P." and "Kingdom," there are some works that have been confirmed to produce season 2 before releasing season 1. They're all masterpieces.

Our work has also finished producing season 2, so it will be a masterpiece.

Q. You haven't seen the creators yet, have you?

I didn't see it. Actually, this was my first time standing in front of a green screen and doing chroma key photography. It wasn't easy at first. However, I actually experienced that situations where there were walls instead of people later made me less nervous and my imagination seemed to be more maximized.

Q. Sohee's character, Yoon Chaeok, has a unique job.

yes. She appears as a ‘Todukkun’ who is adept at finding people and never finds anyone she can’t find. It will probably be completely different from what we have shown so far.

Q. You know the fans waited for so long, right? There are so few works that have been released so far.

I know, I know. But there was no way.  I had to shoot all the time. (laughs)

note: rough translation, there may be a lot of translation error.

#han sohee #xeesoxee #hansohee #lee sohee #korean actress #한소희

[courtjester69420]

hello can i ask about aubergine i'd love to hear about him. what's his deal what's his backstory what's his love life like how evil is he on a scale from 1 to 10. do you have any pictures of him you're fond of

Hello yes absolutely I love talking about aubergine so much I’ve been insane about him for 7 years (I also kept meaning to message u and then woe the illnessTM)

Local man actually not local at all, from a different universe entirely, he never talks about it because it’s simply not relevant to the situation at hand. He’s the half-elven bastard son of the third daughter in a middle level elven noble house, and because he’s the only child in the family (and because his family does love him so so much) he is the heir. Everyone else fucking hates this (bastard + not even a full elf + just really annoying to be around). To me they are from fantasy Singapore where it’s a small self autonomous island state that is in name only attached to a larger empire this isn’t relevant I’m just insane.

His dad is a human adventurer, both him and his mom love aubergine lots but are also low key absent. His dad because you know how it is with adventurers, his mom because as it turns out trying to manage an entire noble house with all the networking and trying to influence the emperor and militaristic expansion (don’t worry about it) with three (3) people is a little demanding.

He got shuffled off to a wizarding academy and got like 80% the way to becoming a first level wizard when his draconic lineage kicked in (Chinese people will relate their dnd characters to dragons etc etc). His whole relationship to his peers can be summed up as that one buzz feed unsolved image that’s like “I’ve met a lot of insufferable people but hey they also met me”

OKAY BACKSTORY COMPLETE (ish)

In bg3 he is dating Halsin but unfortunately his addiction to men who so sucks. Imagine being expelled from baldur’s gate for saying what he did to that mind flayer. Sorry his naturally slutty nature… He does like Halsin a lot though, he reminds Aubergine to be a nicer person than he is naturally inclined to be.

Which brings me to explaining how despite letting all those slaves in the forge die and not really caring when other people die Aubergine is like. A solid 5, God’s most neutral soldier. He’s very much a care for your own person, his own being everything he considers part of his hoard (his friends, coworkers he spends a considerable amount of time with, any child he comes across, his 30k gold <- perpetuating stereotypes), and anyone and anything else outside he literally couldn’t care less about. His moral compass is influenced solely by the compasses of the people around him ❤️

Additional extremely important Aubergine note is that he will imbibe whatever people hand him and tell him to consume. It never processes through his brain that he shouldn’t. This has killed him several times.

pichures:

this wip ive had for the past like 2 years that remains the only time ive capture Him Face and this game screenshot from when i finally found red dye in the city and got so excited i scrempt

#also also his Chinese name is 凯鉴 (victory - mirror) #HI SORRY FOR THIS. ENORMOUS POST. im insane #aubergine kai #;w;; <3 fank u for asking about Him... my boy... #didnt know where this fit in the post but he is also gods most possessive asshole. like oops youve spent about 10 days in my company and #ive mentally categorized u as mine! i will now need knowledge of ur location and wellbeing at all times. #his deal with gale is like. we sorta dated for like a week and then i broke up with you but i will be SEETHING the entire time you speak #to your other ex.

[frostynovaprime]

Mmmmmm post sleep Tennocon Rambles under the cut

Ofc because I just started vet school last week (yay) I couldn’t attend in person. Really sad I couldn’t attend because I’ve always loved it when I went to the 2017 and 2018 events. Had to watch the stream, but it look like from pictures everyone had tons of fun and I’m glad it was a success. Next year, please let it be closer to the middle of the summer akdjejak

Art panel, the highlight for me as always as an artist myself. Really cool to see all the concept works from way back in Dark Sector. I’m so sad the art book was so expensive and sold out so fast, but I hope this means they can be inspired to do a reprint in the future (maybe when food expenses arent draining my bank like a whirlpool….) The new upcoming concepts I can’t say I’m a fan of all too much. Grendel is my most hated frame but the boar is a cool inpiration for him. I personally think the game is very oversaturated with Liger concepts, so as per most Liger deluxes Sevagoth wasn’t my cup of tea. They designed the frame, why not have someone else take a shot as his deluxe? I didn’t catch who designed Yareli’s bu that one was interesting.

And….. the Heirloom skins collection. They’re pretty. I though Mag’s was for Nova and got too excited for a bit. And as a Frost main I’m always glad for more content containing him, hell I squint at his skin because it has a few elements that are strikingly similar to my Deluxe concept for him back in 2021. But. The price. I want to buy it, but this entire collection pitch is exactly what Digital Extremes has vow to not do in all 10 years with their fair free to play model, and this sets a very bad precedent if it were to continue. $90 USD is too high of a price for a pack of skins marketed as being in celebration of 10 years, inflated artificially with the Regal Aya. A pack of 6 (with an extra bonus, making 7 total and 400 platinum) is $40 which means everything in the second tier pack is only $30. The same price as the low tier. The only new thing the skins intoduce are the Signas, which are cool, but I gesture to Kaithe coronets. The skins have no new visual effects for abilities, no new animations, not even new idles like recent Deluxe skins have. Rebecca used the word “prestigious” for describing the pack. And I beg her to NEVER use that word again for cosmetics. Prestigious content is a very slippery slope. Take the Prestige skins from League. Because of those skins Riot is now thinking they can make a variant recolor of a very old Jhin legendary and mark the price up to $200. Warframe doesn’t need that. Not to mention the FOMO. The Heirloom pack is gone at the end of the year. Even past Prime Access comes back in Resurgence after a few years. Nightwave brings back old items from past story events. The only thing that has never returned was the Founders Packs, for a good reason. The Heirloom collection feels like a rehash of the Founders marketing in the present state of them game where it’s most likely not trying to stay afloat. FOMO has never existed in Warframe, and it shouldn’t be added now.

Don’t even get me started on that 10 year Accolade in the packs. Accolades have usually been for people who made a notable contribution to the game. Founders, Closed Beta testers, Creators. All of them have some sort of impact on the game be it keeping it afloat in the starting year or contributing to the Community. Now a shiny sticker can be added to any account for as low as $30. I’ve been playing the game for 8 years. I’m not a ‘10 year supporter’ yet. The wording itself insinuates that to supoort the game for a decade, you need to pay. That Accolade should have been something added automatically when your account turns 10 years old.

Overall I’m extremely disappointed bu the Heirloom marketing as it stands. Will I buy it down the road? Chances are high when I’m not bleeding for food with school going on, which is at the very end of the year right before it goes away cause I also give into FOMO. DE has adjusted their strategies before, and I hope they do so now. But this has already set a bad first impressions for any future Heirloom content.

Anyway, rant over on that. Sound panel was cool. Always cool to hear how specific sounds are made like Kullervo. The Heirloom debacle kinda soured my mood for a bit, so I focused more on studying my classes and then went shopping with my roommates.

Came back a little late to TennoLive, probably halfways thru the Soulframe demo. From what I saw I really like the whole concept and thematic. The little turtle guy is so cute. Excited to see more of its development and eventually play it.

The Warframe aspect I had more range of feelings. Whispers in the Wall looks really cool and I’m excited for exploring what the fuck Albrecht is doing. I love how its expanding Deimos more, instead of adding another island and button to navigation. It feels like it’ll require the New War to access, since its all based around the aesthetic of the Man in the Wall seen at the very end of the quest. I’m very interest in the human Loid (best design from Liger since Nezha Empyrean imo). I hope he gives more insight into the attitudes of the Orokin since he is 99% likely from before the Old War.

And… Warframe 1999. I got sucked into Warframe because of it’s unique spin on fantasy sci-fi. And throughout the 8 years I’ve played it’s stuck to its aethetic formula to a T. Seeing CRT monitors and Nokias along with Entrati designs, the modern sci-fi elements and callbacks to Dark Sector makes it feel out of place. Blasphemous almost. But, I’ve had this feeling before with Duviri. I had reservations as to whether Duviri would break the Warframe Universe as we knew it. But DE made the Paradox make sense, and the aethetic language of the world fits perfectly into the formula. I absolutely love Duviri. I need to see more and play 1999 in order to feel how it connects to the Origin System and Duviri as a whole, be it the very distant past (and being born in 99 myself makes me…. Haaaaa) or a parallel universe connected by Void Fuckery(tm). But seeing how Duviri played out I have no real doubts DE won’t pull it off again.

#i just needed to word vomit #warframe #tennocon 2023 #everything except for the heirloon packs was chefs kiss

[claireandacat]

Simping over middle aged actors who don’t know I exist. An essay.

Maybe it’s just a general lady thing, but I have a tendency to crush on actors 10+ years older than me. Am I a lonely 26 year old lady waiting for her happily ever after while my catholic match profile is crickets?

You got me there.

But like seriously it is a general human thing to find someone attractive and to feel feels. It’s in everything, life, movies, music, ballet, art, history. Don’t get me started on my favorite Corinthians verse about love.

I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a while now. I was basically inspired by Brittney Broski, who simps all the time and people relate to that and listen to her ramblings. I’m sure one other person out there is interested in hearing my simp interests. 😅😂

I have a top 5 of middle aged hot guys I absolutely love. All of these are crushes that started when I started getting crushes and I still find them attractive today as a 26 year old lady. In order of discovering and falling for them they are…

Ben Barnes

Robert Pattinson

Cillian Murphy

Sebastian Stan

Daniel Brühl

1. Ben Barnes

I was 11, snacks and dance class was life, the hormones were starting to kick in and the second Narnia movie had come out. I wasn’t much of a Narnia fan but I was forced to tag along with the after school program I was in to a showing of this movie as a last day of school celebration. Ben Barnes as Prince Caspian was FINE AF to my 11 year old eyes and heart. I fell for him like a ton of bricks and would get 11 year old girl fantasies of being Prince Caspian’s princess.

He is over 40 now and still fine as hell. His character in Shadow and Bone is amazing. He def plays dark personality characters very well. He has a singing career as well and his cover of River was in my top Spotify songs last year.

I love that he is in T-Mobile commercials now. He is perfect. He is THE ultimate hot British actor. I hope T-mobile paid him well because my man is talented and deserves to be more than just a face of T-Mobile. When I was stressed and on edge at my previous job at an urgent care, seeing his face on commercials always made my 12 hour shifts better.

I’m surprised he hasn’t been in some BBC new classic considering he is both British and adorable and would totally make a good heart throb protagonist?!

2. Robert Pattinson

I was in 6th grade and the Twilight books and craze was big at my middle school. Every other girl including myself was wearing team Edward or Team Jacob shirts. The Twilight movies also had come out. RPatz was the heartthrob of every girl. Move over Prince Caspian, Claire is grown and edgy and likes edgy hot guys that match 😂.

A couple years ago I watched his video on GQ where he takes a look into his career and decided to dive into some of these movies myself. His young self is cute as a button in the 4th Harry Potter movie even though his charming character has an unfortunate fate. He makes the perfect Batman, just add in the Chris Nolan plot and music and we got a perfect match. He totally captured the darkness and loneliness in Bruce Wayne/Batman.

Of course I HAD to see his Chris Nolan debut. If you read my other posts, you know I am a superfan for Christopher Nolan movies.

He is fine and cute in that movie. His performance is great. His performance in The King was also great. He def nailed that French accent.

He can be the American heart throb AND the British heart throb at the same time

3. Cillian Murphy

I’m 16. I’m into zombie movies and 28 days later is on BBC even though the plot and IMDb pictures are scary, I still ditch my chemistry homework to watch it. Totally fine with any nightmares I’ll probably get. Still my favorite zombie movie to this day and one of the few horror movies I’ll still watch since converting to Catholicism.

This is the first time I actually fell for an actor because of their performance and then I deep dived into other works he is casted in.

I love his intensity and dedication to roles as well as approach. Even during his small role in Dunkirk. I love the power and darkness he puts into Tommy Shelby. I mean have you seen the scenes where Tommy is in full blown rage? He goes from zero to rage effortlessly.

His performance in Oppenheimer deserves an Oscar and if he doesn’t get it I am rioting. He nailed the look. He nailed the sensory overload/overwhelmed looks. Just perfect.

I’d love to just have a Guinness with him and just discuss Irish culture and his career over.

4. Sebastian Stan

What is funny about this one is that for a bit I was a Steve Rogers stan. Like from ages 16-21 Steve was my man. That was until his friend Bucky stumbled upon in my dream one night. Originally that is how I knew Sebastian but then i stumbled upon The Devil All The Time where he has a small part as a corrupt small town sheriff and became curious.

Last summer I had a random dream about Sebastian whist I was simping on RPatz. Somehow my curiosity got me and I became a Bucky stan. Still to this day I simp over him, even though there’s another guy I’m simping over even stronger (see below).

He is just so fine and such a sweet human being. I read a buzz feed article about people who have met nice and cool celebrities and my Sebbys was on it. In that video he did for GQ of him reviewing his career, he is so humble, so genuine and always has something nice to say about everyone he works with.

And now the current middle aged actor I’m simping on…

5. Daniel Brühl

See my alienist blog post

Three words. Calm. Collected. German.

Well more like handsome, multilingual, and German 😂

Wes references aside, It all started with my curiosity with the movie Rush. I had only known Daniel as Zemo in the marvel movies so I thought let’s see his other filmography. I fell for Daniel like a pile of bricks. The eyes. The hair. The talent. It was really Dr. Laszlo Kreizler that did it for me. According to Niki Lauda himself (God Rest His Soul) Daniel is a “down to earth guy” like who doesn’t love that?! Plus being a wannabe #tradwife finds it so adorable that he has a wife and kids. I never want to cheat on those ever I’m not that lady. But there is something so cute to me about a man with a family. Then again that’s what all my fantasies are.

Like 🥹🥹🥹

He is a perf trad man vibes. Who doesn’t love that?! His character in Rush gives the same vibe too. I also love me a smart and sarcastic man like Dr. Kreizler. Then again I’ve been told Germans are just that way and being that I’m about 1/3 German I could just find that sexy in my blood 😂

In conclusion

I have one goal in common with these men. I want to see them each in a Chris Nolan movie AND a Wes Movie. Not one or the other. Both. Rpatz and Cillian are halfway there.

My top 5 of middle aged actors that I will forever simp on: honorable mentions

Matthew McConaughey - his performance in interstellar is so amazing I’m naming my son Joseph in honor of not only the OG St. Joseph himself but his character in Interstellar. Also is pro American and sometimes stars in comedies.

Adrian Brody- a Wes regular. And on Peaky Blinders. I love his variety. “I think it STINKS!!!”

Chris Evans- I was obsessed with him and Steve rogers during my late teens for a MINUTE. So he has to be included here.

Ryan Reynolds’s. He was pikachu and he is a family man and has a beautiful family with Blake Lively.

Honorable mentions but they’re actors I find hot but they’re my age (Oct 1996 or younger/older by 5 years)

Tom Holland. Fellow 1996 baby and I’m pretty sure he would’ve graduated in my class. Plus he is faithful, anti Hollywood actor, and a loveable dork. Also he does it all.

Timothee Chalamet- probs the Leo DiCaprio of my generation. Plus that jawline and hair. Hard to find a cutie with hair texture like mine.

Tony Ravilori. Also a fellow 1996 baby and Wes regular. Has a charming simplicity in his characters.

Freddie Highmore- I just love his performance in The Good Doctor.

If they’re my age I may have an expressed interest in their work because they’re my age. I’ll be seeing them in 40 years on tv looking as perfect as ever still and me with my greying hair will wonder where time went.

Harry Styles. I was a one Direction girl. Been following his solo work for a bit and he is a fellow 420 user 😂

Honorable mentions but they’re actors older than my parents

Wes Anderson. year older than my mom and he fine as hell on top of being my favorite director.

Jeff Goldblum -it’s Jeff Goldblum

I’m not too crazy about the honorable mentions but they’re still cool. I’d have a glass of wine or blunt with them. We all have our favorites on differentiating levels.

#im a simp #daniel brühl #my thoughts #cillian murphy #robert pattinson #rambles #ramblings #ben barnes #sebastian stan #tom holland #harry styles #timothee chamalet #tony ravilori #ryan reynolds #matthew mcconaughey #my therapist will be hearing about this #autistic things #laszlo kreizler #bucky barnes #adrian brody #personal essay #my essays

[purplecrkl]

(Wrote this two years ago and never posted it. Now that I have free time, I want to practice writing again!! I have no idea where this was going, but it’s my first time writing something, so hopefully it makes some sense 💀)

Also I pictured Daniel as Aaron Taylor Johnson from that one BLACK AND WHITE AD URGH 😩 #freeATJ 😔✊🏼

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(10 years earlier)

“Tell me to stay. Tell me, if I choose to walk away, you will never speak to me again. Tell me I’m making the biggest mistake of my life. Tell me-“

“Tell me you know how to start a sentence without using ‘tell me’, right?”

“Tell me you’re an asshole without *telling* me you’re an asshole. How’s that?” I say back. Daniel, unfazed by remark, reaches for a pillow on my bed, hurling it at the side of my head. Carefully dodging the laptop showing the unfinished script of my latest story.

“I’m just saying, you’re reaching. I mean come on, no one actually says this stuff. Let alone out loud in an airport. Imagine the looks you’d get if we held up the line like that at Heathrow. I’d barely have time to spit the second line out before security kicked us out. Not to mention the ‘No Fly List’ we’d be put on, and rightfully so.”

This has been our routine since we met in 8th grade. Now, both in college, Daniel remains the only person I share my stories with. The path to becoming a screenwriter is long and treacherous but Daniel had always been supportive of my dreams. If there was anything I could count on him for, it was his brutal honesty. He would never tell me what I wanted to hear, and was always careful to reel me in whenever I was too harsh on myself.

While I wrote, Daniel would sketch quietly on my bed. He had dreams of becoming an architect and could talk my ear off about the ingenuity of various finite materials, how brutalist architecture is his least favourite style and why he’d move to Japan in a heartbeat because timber burnt houses had proven to increase the lifespan of its tenants.

Truthfully I think his desire to create a home that stood the test of time had to do with the fact he hadn’t experienced one himself. Mr and Mrs Keating weren’t bad people per se, they were just bad parents. Daniel didn’t remember much about his childhood. Bringing up the past never bode well for him. A feat Daniel was cruelly reminded of when he was asked to recall his favourite part about his seventh birthday at school the next day.

“My Lego bike”, he said proudly.

“And when I saw daddy kissing mummy in the library.”

The kids in his class let out a chorus of ‘ews’, whilst sneaking glances at who they’d declare their love for in the playground later that day.

Mrs Keating apparently cherished that moment too, going as far as giving it its own highlighted section in the divorce papers she served Mr Keating with the following weekend. A memory she would have no recollection of, if it weren’t for Daniel’s reminder. And after both parties agreed to sell the house, cashing in a hefty cheque large enough to erase 7 years of marriage, Daniel had barely managed to pack his favourite toys before he was waving goodbye to the house he grew up in. To hell with that library, he thought.

Though I didn’t know him back then, anyone could have guessed using your child to communicate the failings of the other parent; then shipping him off to boarding school when he refused to choose a side would end in serious emotional unrest in said kid. To this day, Daniel refuses to subject himself to any notion of love in fear of repeating his parents mistakes.

“God, I cannot wait for the day Daniel Keating confesses his undying love in the middle of an airport” I say, while crawling my way into the space beside him. A loud scoff erupts from his chest and it’s my favourite sound I’ve heard all day. But then it’s silent for a beat too long and I’m afraid I’ve offended him with such a preposterous idea. Daniel, capable of love? Ha.

In a second he’s up on his feet, pacing the room with my laptop in hand. He studies my script for a few seconds and it takes all I have to not stare at him too long. But it’s Daniel Keating. And in the last six years I’ve known him, I’ve stolen enough glances to confidently recite every part of him in my sleep.

Almost, every part.

A quiet chuckle brings me back and I’m scared he’s finally caught me staring this time. He hasn’t. And although it’s impossible to see anything beyond the dark cesspool of cocoa in his eyes, I still catch that devilish glint when he stalks towards me.

“Tell me to stay Lex,” he says.

If his head full of curls weren’t brushing against his ears, I’m sure he would’ve heard my heart stop.

“Tell me you’ll never speak to me again, if I choose to walk away.”

That’s impossible, I want to say. You could walk away a million times and I’d welcome you back a million and one.

Daniel reaches me on the bed and I’m certain if I don’t take a breath in the next second my respiratory system will take ‘you’ll never speak to me again’ quite literally. Does Heaven give out ‘do-overs’ for misunderstandings like this? It’s not like I meant to stop breathing. Blame the boy currently intertwining my hand with his.

“Tell me, I’m making the biggest mistake of my life Lex.”

He cups my cheek, and I wonder if he’s noticed I’ve come undone in the palm of his hand. I wonder if he knows everything I’ve written up to this point has been about him.

About us.

I’m certain I’ve stopped breathing. But I’m not worried. There are worse ways to go out, than having Daniel Keating here with me, like this. So with my hand in his right, and my heart in his other, I make a vow right then and there. To love him with everything I have.

Daniel.

I will love you when you stay.

I will love you if you choose to walk away.

But most importantly, I will continue to love you even if it turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.

And it is.

#my writing #writers on tumblr #aaron taylor johnson #wattpad #ao3 #first draft

[twofee]

Sims tag

Thanks for tagging me @episims :)

1. what’s your favorite sims death?

old age with the hula dancers welcome but mostly i try not to let anyone die!

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

i’m somewhere in the middle, i have a game thats more heavy on the semi realistic content and another that’s more maxis match-y.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

i wouldn’t say i cheat, but i do have them work out a lot to change back

4. Do you use move objects?

of course but i usually wait until the end of the decorating stage to do that.

5. Favorite mod?

i don’t use a lot of mods but i guess whatever one adds custom sliders or at least the bodyshop sliders to regular CAS

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

Well my simming career started back in the sims 1 release days and I got double deluxe base game followed quickly by unleashed shortly after it’s original release.

7.  Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

like LIVing

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

i am very partial to Malle, Echo, Abba, and my legacy founder VJ!

9.  Have you made a simself?

in the past yes but i never really did much with her. there might be a saved file of her stashed away somewhere...

10. What sims traits do you give yourself?

very few outgoing points, plenty of nice points, a good handful of active

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

umm i tend to make lots of blonde sims but not with EA’s yellow blonde...so Brown I guess??

12. Favorite EA hair?

The shaggy surfer dude one

13. Favorite life stage?

Adult I guess

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the game play?

i’m more in it for sim creation and decorating that playing or building.

15. Are you a CC creator?

yeah i’ve got a whole downloads tag worth of it but i wouldn’t say i am good at it and i don’t do it very often.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sims squad?

i’d like to think you’re all my friends but a few are closer/more interactive than others

17. What’s your favorite game (1,2,3,4)?

TS2 forever, with a special space for sims 1 in my heart

18. Do you have any sims merch?

no, not really my thing

19. Do you have a youtube for sims?

i tried dabbling in sims machinima at once point way back in the day, even had a couple voice actors record lines for the start of my little story. i made a little prologue video that i posted on youtube. not sure if it’s still around in some dusty corner of the internet....

20. How has your “sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

while i have embraced and started leaning a little more maxis match since coming to simblr wayyyyy long ago, i would say it hasn’t changed too much, it’s still a mix of everything that i like and falls victim to my current mood and whims, but it’s maybe a little more cohesive now. i’d like to think someone could recognize twofee style decor or sim.

21. What’s your origin ID?

i don’t need it for sims as my install is off the discs but i think it’s twoffee

22. Who’s your favorite cc creator?

everyone who makes cc!! no way could you narrow that down!

23. How long have you had a simblr?

my archive says January of 2013 is when i finally gave up lurking!

24. How do you edit your pictures?

wow it’s been so long since i’ve done it, but i’ll crop, run a super old action i got from another popular simblr, then resize and be done. if i feel fancy i might add a little boarder shadow thing. but really not much.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

i just want more content of any variety. new hairs and clothes, new decor items, floors and walls, conversions from other games, new recolors of everything. maxis match and semi realistic. or even bringing back some long lost content. I have an entire folder of 2000s content on an old external HD that I would love to just plug into a fresh game folder and see whats in there. it was all stuff i downloaded to save while i was in college and not able to play but didn’t want to lose or forget.

i’ll tag: @charmandersims, @holleyberry, @ove51, @simmer-until-tender, @lurking-lilibeth, @andrevasims, @lifetime-want, @simoleontree, @grilledcheese-aspiration, and anyone else who wants to participate!

#i really do miss playing and the community #i hope one day to be able to be a little more active again #i hope everyone is well! #i saw a couple of older names pop up again #which is amazing!

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Oliver (sitting between Sulley and Ella) had spa day this week. That boy has a very thick coat. No matter how much I brush him, I can’t keep up. The amount of hair I do get out of him nearly equals Sulley in weight. That probably explains why Sulley gets nervous when I throw a huge pile of hair in the trash can.

Once a year Oliver goes to experts with power tools and professional grade brushes. The groomer asked me if I wanted unscented or scented shampoo. Scented, for sure! Last time with that shampoo Oliver smelled fresh for two months. When I picked him up he smelled fantastic and looked like he’d lost 10 pounds. Quite literally the groomer might have removed 10 pounds of undercoat. I told him Oliver was very pretty which made him smile and bark.

Middle picture is at the dog park, close to sunset. Three Wes ties were wearing lighted collars. It was like a dog rave.

My Mpls St Paul magazine arrived today. I love restaurant lists. Of the 50 best for 2022, I’ve been to only10. Definitely I’ll be trying some of the others, at least the ones that are in the near metro area. Two highly regarded restaurants I have no desire to visit. They’re the sort of places I think of where people go just so they say they’ve been there. Places where half the men wear sport coats. Dressing up doesn’t make food taste better. A French dip and crinkle cut fries served in a red plastic basket brings me more joy than nine strands of roasted organic corn silk surrounded by elegantly drizzled drops of unpasteurized blue whale sweat presented in an ostrich egg shell.

Earlier today I went to the Mall of America. There were a fair number of children there. Has winter break started already? I browsed Old Navy for a bit. I haven’t been there in several years. Prices are decent, and that’s before factoring in the numerous sale signs offering 20% to 50% off. I didn’t need any new t-shirts, sweat shirts, or henleys, but next time I do though I’ll go back there.

#Of course I went to LL Bean #I seem to already own everything I want from that store #It's also getting pretty expensive and they no longer send out 20% coupons #But I still consider buying some of the made in Maine Bean boots because they are cool #I really don't need more boots though