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spookberry · 1 year

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thoughts on that Wednesday Addams show

-the writing is incredibly juvenile in a way only an adult man who is not actually nor ever has been an "outcast" could accomplish

-that being said all the actors were really amazing! Especially Jenna Ortega!!!

-One thing I liked but felt was more by accident than by design was the way that this school of "outcasts" were like, really normal?? Like theyre just teenagers who happen to not be human. Which makes the fact that Wednesday is a human who's Not Normal kind of compelling. Wish this was an intentional idea though, it could've been played with a whole lot more.... also i just kinda wish they'd picked a word other than "outcasts" to call them. like oh my god i could absolutely see some line during the climax where theres all this petty teen drama where someones like "i might not be human, but at least im not a Monster like you Wednesday" woulda been AWESOME

-Wednesday's love triangle was lame and if she had to get with a guy I'd've preferred Eugene. I love his sibling relationship with wednesday sooo much. One of my favorite dynamics. However if she HAD to get with a guy. Id pick him. He reminds me of Joel from Addams Family Values.

-the fact that two guys fell wildly in love with Wednesday without her doing absolutely anything and also very clearly not returning the sentiment whatsoever and instead just using them whenever she needs them was really funny and on brand, wished the show had been self aware about it

-I really wish the other female characters played bigger roles? Like Enid was Great and I loved the glimpses of her friendship with Wednesday and Thing and their HUG omg,,, I wish the romance plots had been axed in favor of giving Wednesday's friendships more time to shine.

-I also wish Enid and Wednesday had danced together at the Rave'N. Enid goes and dances with all her friends but she never goes over to have fun with Wednesday :( it just felt wrong like, narratively, we saw how excited Enid was about Wednesday going to the dance and then the camera seems to cut to show Enid get excited from watching Wednesday dance and then they dont even Talk?? I hated that.

-also, Bianca. I really loved the way she was basically friends with Wednesday by the end of the show. Wish the show had done a better job at the Enemies to Friendly Rivals to Friends dynamic. Bianca in general is a REALLY cool character that I want more time with.

-Both Enid and Bianca would've made better love interests than the guys imo

-I did like the mysteries, though I'm not sure how well it actually works with the Addams. Because they wound up adding this plot line, no spoilers, about Gomez being accused of murder and Morticia gets super touchy about it. But like?? theyre the ADDAMS why would they be behaving like this about a death???? Makes no sense to me. Needed to be reworked, cuz there definitely are Ways to have made it work imo.

-I really loved all of the costuming for Wednesday though the color correction done on the uniforms makes me kinda sad. i think it would've been fun if the school had been more vibrant and full of life to better contrast who Wednesday is and how she stands out.

-Wednesday's relationship with Morticia is really weird, but in general I get the feeling that certain people involved didn't actually know what Morticia's character was like... at all? And a lot of the problems with the family dynamics stems from this mischaracterization of Morticia in particular. I know some people didn't like Wednesday going through a rebellious phase, but I actually think that fit her character just fine, it's how her parents react to this rebellion that feels out of character to me.

-the fact that they had a romance arc about a werewolf who struggled to be a werewolf and an awkward gorgon..... Very Monster High 2022 to me ngl

-Wednesday is Autistic and you can't convince me otherwise. Everything from the way all of her social interactions are written to the way she literally diverts eye contact whenever theres a closeup shot while she talks to people. shes just like me fr.

overall i give it a 6 out of 10. I wouldn't go around recommending it to people, it's kinda bad, but I got some enjoyment out of it,, so not fully the worst.

But Also if you haven't seen it I WOULD recommend you go watch the fanmade Adult Wednesday Addams series on youtube. It's a classic!

#sorry long post #i just wanted to get all my thoughts down since I literally just finished watching it #i am in fact an addams family enthusiast #addams family values was a fave of mine as a kid tho i think i like the addams family(1991) better now #i also liked the newer animated addams family movies tho they also suck cuz theyre kinda boring #but in some ways theyre better at capturing the family than this show was LOL #ive also seen a couple episodes of the old stuff but like i stg #old shows and movies are impossible to understand without stubtitles i cant process a word they say

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heyharoldsboo · 1 year

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I know PR cant dictate everything and I dont know much about this industry but look, they didnt have to ask in that podcast "who from the cast did you grow closest with?"....it seemed to me like that question was preplanned. Do you think thats possible?

I doubt all questions were because lets be honest, I doubt Jenna would be ok being asked about her love life. Or maybe she requested that to clear the air that she was not seeing anyone and people gotta stop spreading rumours about her personal life?

So what do you think about that?

They asked who were her bestest friends lol it could be a planned question. Most interviews send their questions first, so people can veto it and prepare. But it’s difficult to not talk about personal life, all of them will ask you, and it’s better to have a bland pre-prepared answer than to be followed by paps trying to get the scoop.

While PR doesn’t dictate answers, it does media training and helps with answering questions diplomatically if the client wants or needs it.

#jenna #heyharoldsboo talks

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fictionalreads · 2 years

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The Flash Season 8 Episode 17

Flash Family moments

When I said I wanted more Joe, that didn’t mean I wanted less Iris. I miss seeing them all.

Yeah homie you destroyed it.

AWE WE DIDNT GET TO SEE JENNA

Team Flash

Wait what’s the chicken nugget story? I don’t know this one.

Did he time travel again? Oh no Chester is confused too. Okay we’re good.

At least this speedster isn’t evil? Or doesn’t seem to be.

Who’s Lydia again? OH HER!

Girl this is not a story. This is for the police.

Who’s this chick?

Oh damn. Not a nice speedster.

Allegra. Let’s think this through. Not telling them causes trouble later. It never fails.

Y’all. She transported in front of y’all. What makes you think a chair under a door will help stop her?

Barry. Just leave. No need to keep talking to him.

Wait. How the hell do he know about Frost?

STOP TALKING TO HIM BARRY

Barry you talk to much.

That girl is such a bitch. I’m ready for her to go.

Lydia. You’re an idiot if you think they won’t kill the rest of them anyway.

Oh her name is Taylor. Yeah I don’t like her. An idiot too.

TAYLOR NEEDS TO GOOOOOO

Okay but she’s not one of them now. 🙄 Get a fucking grip. Y’all know her. So what she did some shitty things in her past, y’all know that’s not who she is now.

Okay touching talk but y’all don’t have time for this.

I knew Thawne wasn’t all there in the head before but he really gone off the deep end now. The mall is open but ain’t nobody shopping (iykyk)

Oh now you wanna hero worship Taylor? Please get gone. I’m over you. And you better not reveal who she is to the world.

Taylor. If you don’t stop yelling at Chester.

Allegra, STAND UP (again iykyk)

So they just left? Real killers would have killed them then went on the run.

Oh I wish she would fire you Taylor.

Uh. Barry has been hiding for 8 years. She could at least go that long. Well. From the majority. Barry he told quite a few people so I imagine she would do the same but the population as a whole can be in the dark.

Wait is Caitlyn leaving for food? LMAO I MEAN GOOD

Miscellaneous

I hate this chick that works at CCCMedia. We do know she doesn’t want to be identified CAUSE SHE COVERS HER FACE WITH LIGHT Like damn. Have some respect and boundaries.

WHY IS THIS MAN STILL TALKING TO THAWNE JUST GO HE EITHER DONT KNOW OR HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN TO HELP YOU MOVE ON

Who is you? You can’t outrun him. Might as well just talk to him. Why do you want speed?

Barry why are you so easy to trust? Why did she create artificial speed? I feel like he will regret this.

#the flash #season 8 #season 8 episode 17 #barry allen #chester p runk #allegra garcia #joe west #cecile horton #ugh Taylor #eobard thawne

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aqenn · 3 years

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ok I think this is fine. as long as I don't do anything stupid I think this is going to work out

#furthermore #i know my romanticization of misery is eventually going to cause problems for me #but i think it'll get me through exams and to midwinter break so it's serving my purposes as the moment #also why is my therapist letting me romanticize misery i told her i did because i guess i wanted her to tell me to stop #but she didn't seem especially interested in convincing me it was a better to be happy than miserable #she's too lenient in general she lets me get away with too much #everyone is really though. jack and jenna (in the capacity of management not friendship) and my parents and everyone #everyone just lets me manage my own affairs all the time which is what i wanted i guess but sometimes its like.#doesnt anyone want to boss me around #doesnt anyone want to yell at me and tell me im doing a bad job #and i suppose my real question is is anyone looking out for me? would you notice and care if i started to make wrong decisions? yknow?#i only make good decisions so i dont know what would happen if i made a bad one #no good way to find out though #anyway! lets talk about something more cheerful now. or at least physics.#**at the moment not as the moment #and it is. I'll stop when it's no longer helpful. probably #I'll tell you what reading black chalk and having jolyon say that his profound sadness was more of a literary reference than anything else #was probably the worst thing that ever happened to me because now in my head feeling shitty is the best literary reference anyone could make #and maybe it is but. you know #***also re: people bossing me around. i always solve problems and set schedules and plans and things all by myself #and it's very stressful and i like the idea of someone else just telling me what to do and knowing that if i do it just like that I'll be ok #that being said the fact that nobody knows what theyre doing has really started to feel true to me the more people i talk to #and the more people (mostly at work) who come to me to fix issues for them #so I guess that's just how it is #funny how that works out i guess

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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see through

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a/n: i dont have much to say other than that it's 1 am and i needed to get this out of my system. chapter 4 of play the game is underway, i promise. also, there will be a pov switch in this fic!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. = POV change!

wc: 4.1k words

[ neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader ]

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Every Friday night, without fail, you saw the light filter into your apartment.

Notice how you said night?

Yeah, it was almost two in the morning, by the way.

And why was there light coming through the chiffon curtains you had hanging on the rod above your window?

(Great choice on your part, by the way.)

Well, because of your neighbor.

You've seen him a few times, actually. Usually on the street outside your buildings, or just out and about. Never spoke to him, though. He was quiet, kept to himself. Didn't seem very friendly or willing to exchange a greeting if he ever saw you.

But you never took it personally. Maybe he was having a bad day. Every time you saw him.

But that's besides the point. The point right now is that you can see the lights blaring in your room. From the apartment across from yours.

Should it even be possible for light to travel that far? I mean, we don't even live in the same building. You think to yourself as you watch the colors dance in the dark.

You debate getting up and yelling out your window to tell him to shut that shit off or to invest in some blackout curtains. You were tired of sacrificing your sleep every week.

But then you decided against it, because you quite frankly could not be bothered to get up from the warmth of your bed. You'd tough it out for the night, but the next time you saw him, you'd have a few words for him.

The next morning, it was almost ten when you woke up. You didn't have your shift at the coffee shop you worked at until three, so you took your time in making your way out of bed.

You noticed the curtains of your neighbor's apartment were still open, but you could see his figure moving across the room. He was clearly on the phone with someone, and he didn't look too happy. You wondered what could have him so angry at such an early time of the morning. He seemed like a person who could use someone to talk to, someone who he could vent to.

But before you let your thoughts get ahead of you, you turn away from the window, heading back into your kitchen to eat breakfast and get ready for the long day ahead of you.

"Hi, what can I get started for you today?" You ask as brightly as you can muster at the moment. You were halfway through your shift, another three hours until close.

"Uh, just a large black coffee." The gruff voice says, and it takes you a second until you look up and look closely.

It was him.

"O-okay, that'll be $3.27." You say, and he hands you a five dollar note before grumbling,

"Keep the change."

"Thanks, and your name?"

He gives you a look that's asking, 'what the fuck do you need my name for?'

"For the order." You try and salvage your dignity, because it feels like the stare shrunk you to a speck of dust.

"James."

That's all he all but growls before turning back to find a seat.

As your coworker takes over the cash register, you grab the biggest cup and fill it with his desired coffee.

You try to not think about it too much, but the anxiety you feel rising up inside you and just calling his name to give him his coffee feels absolutely ridiculous.

"Are you just gonna stare at the cup or give it to the customer?" The voice of your coworker, Jenna, rings in your ears and you look up at her, snapping out of the trance you were in.

"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it today, I guess."

"Everything alright?" She asks, and you nod.

"I'm fine, it's just... that's my neighbor." You nod your head towards where James is sat, in the corner by the window as he watches the raindrops run down the expanse of the glass.

"The one who doesn't let you sleep?"

"Yeah, but I don't think he'd take it too kindly if I tell him about that. He seems to have a lot on his own plate anyways," You explain, and she just nods.

"Well, that sucks, but you still need ta' give the guy his coffee." Jenna smiles and walks back to what she was doing before.

You gently slide out from your spot behind the counter and walk to his table.

"Here's your coffee, James. Enjoy, and- uh, let me know if you'd like anything else." You tell him while placing the steaming cup in front of him.

He murmurs a thank you that you barely catch, but you don't quite have the time to sit and wait for more of a reaction.

For the next several hours, James sits right where he was. He doesn't do anything in particular, either. He just watches outside, as the rain continues to pelt down on New York City, and as people come and go from where they were.

Eventually, about an hour left until close, you offer another cup of coffee.

"Do you want a refill? On the house." You ask gently, waiting to see if you'll get brushed off again.

"Uh... are you allowed to do stuff like that?" He asks, and you're a bit taken aback at the sudden concern.

"I don't think you should worry yourself too much, James. Free coffee's free coffee." You smile lightly, and grab the cup before filling it up without his confirmation. You could tell he wanted to say yes but didn't want to seem rude.

"You didn't have to..." He grumbles, and you simply shake your head.

"I know, but you've been here a while, and what kind of employee would I be if I let a customer sit here without any sustenance?" Your lips ply into a tiny smirk, trying to get him to loosen up a bit.

He seems so guarded, defensive. Like any moment, he's ready to run if need be, you inspect to yourself.

"You'd just be a regular employee, Y/N." He says, but the way he says your name makes a shiver run down your spine; and you can't tell if it's a good or bad one.

You unconsciously look down at your name tag, pinned to your black apron that's branded with the café's logo.

"Well, I felt like being nice. I hope you can deal." Your voice comes out short, but he knows you mean no harm.

As you walk back to the counter, you see a small smile playing on his lips, but he doesn't allow it to manifest on his face. You take that as a small victory for your last hour of work.

(bucky's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The girl who works at this café is annoying.

But she's got a nice smile. And she's nice to me, Bucky thinks to himself.

He sips on the new coffee you'd just poured for him, without his consent, he thinks bitterly.

But it was a nice gesture.

Why can't you just take a nice gesture?

Because your brain's been scrambled eggs for 70 years. You don't know what to think about anything these days.

He watches you fiddle with the espresso maker, cleaning it with a rag, which you then dip into a bucket.

You look extremely familiar to him, but he can't exactly pin where he's seen you before.

Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recall where he'd seen you, but for a moment, he comes up with nothing.

Ever since he's been living back in the real world, he hasn't been outside too much.

He goes on the occasional walk, or goes to the tower to see Steve and Sam.

But other than that, he spends a lot of time in his Brooklyn apartment. He watches movies that Steve suggests, or he invites Steve and Sam over to have beer and watch TV with him.

He hates how lonely it gets, though.

Bucky wishes that he had someone.

Someone who could understand.

And don't get him wrong, he loves Sam and Steve. They fill in the gaps in his days, and they make them better.

Sometimes, thinking about having something to do that day is what makes it. He likes having something to do, something to plan for for when his friends come over.

But it feels like a teeny, tiny part of his life is missing. A person shaped-hole in his heart.

But Bucky doesn't spend too long thinking about it, or it'll send him into a spiral about failure and how he needs to 'push himself to get out there more.'

Or that's what his therapist says.

"Hey, we're about to close, and we usually throw the pastries out at the end of the day. Do you wanna take these home, by any chance?" Your voice rings in his ears, snapping him out of the impending slippery slope of his lack of love life.

He hesitates to answer for a second, looking at the brown paper bag pinched between your fingers.

Bucky can tell you were nervous when you spoke to him. He knew he made you uneasy, and it killed him inside.

He hated that. He just wanted to have a normal conversation with someone. But everyone seems to know who he is.

Who he was.

"Uh, what is it?" He croaks, unsure of what to say at your gesture.

"It's a few cookies and a chocolate croissant."

"Sure, I'll take 'em." Bucky simply answers, watching as you hand the bag over with a soft smile and watches you walk back.

You sweep up the floor and put up all the chairs, except for the one Bucky's sitting on. You leave his table alone, and bid farewell to your coworker who was scheduled to close with you.

Bucky doesn't know what drives him to do it, but he gets up after he sees you walk out the door, and follows you home.

Damn, if you like a girl, you usually ask for her number or somethin'. Not follow her home to make sure she's safe, you idiot. Bucky's inner voice speaks and sometimes, he wishes it would just shut up because he knows he has no game nowadays, but this is all he knows to do.

He realizes the way you're walking is familiar, and not at all of the way he was supposed to be going. That made him feel a little better, less like a creep. He's about half a block behind you, and when you turn onto the same street he lives on, he's really confused.

Did you know he was behind you? Are you trying to play a trick on him?

But before Bucky can speak up or say something, you walk right past his building, and into the one right next to it.

All of a sudden, images of you right on the street in front of your buildings flash through his head. He's seen you because you're his neighbor. Bucky's seen you right there, getting ready to start your run through the neighborhood, or probably on your way to work, now that he's seen where you work.

But he feels like there's somewhere else he's seen you; somewhere familiar.

He shakes his head, wondering why he's so caught up in you. He thought you were beautiful, but he feels a pull to you that he's never felt with anyone else before.

Bucky's hands move to unlock his door, sliding the key in and twisting the lock open.

He enters, staring at his dark apartment. It's moments like this, when he spends a long day alone, that he wishes there was someone.

Someone to come home to, to hug, to kiss, to share dinner with.

Some to fall asleep with at night. Someone to keep the terrors of the dark away.

But there was no one.

And then his mind thought back to you. Your hair, your face, your warm hands that touched his while you passed him the brown paper bag of treats.

Bucky wishes he was man enough to ask you out. Not even that, just to talk to you. Have a normal conversation, to get to know you.

But that wasn't in the cards for him anytime soon, he thinks.

For now, he focuses on taking things one at a time. And right now, all he wanted was a nice, warm shower and to get at least three hours of sleep tonight.

He's in his room, forgoing the lights for now, before he looks out his window.

For a moment, he believes his eyes are playing tricks on him.

There's absolutely no way that you are standing right there, right outside his window.

Well, in your own apartment, of course.

And there's absolutely no way in hell that Bucky is watching you undress right now.

As soon as you pull off your top, Bucky turns around before he could get more than a peek of your black lace bra, and he feels a burn in the pit of his stomach.

He can't tell if it's shame, guilt, or arousal.

(y/n's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You couldn't stop thinking about James all day.

After yesterday, you wondered why you couldn't shake this feeling about him.

He'd made it quite clear that he's not a people person. Or maybe he just wasn't a you person.

But again, you tried to not take things too personally these days.

Sometimes, you wondered, though, as you looked through your bedroom window to his some nights.

You imagined what it would be like, watching one of those movies with him at night. Making dinner with him. Having coffee in the mornings before work, wondering what he did for a living.

You chastise yourself for your thoughts, thinking that you were crazy for these ideas you were coming up with out of nowhere.

As you pull off your clothes to get ready for bed, you feel the same emptiness fill your heart when your head hits the pillow, and another day has gone by where you're all alone.

The next day, your shift was at ten in the morning so you were up early.

You took your time in rolling out of bed. The warmth of your duvet was holding you down, and you couldn't help take a peek out your window.

You see that the room facing yours is finally housing a body in the bed. In all the time you'd been living across him, you've only seen him on the floor.

You feel a warm flutter at that. Whatever reason led him to actually sleep in the bed last night was, you hope you played a role in it.

You make your way to the café, and although walking in the rain wasn't ideal, you made it, somehow.

You clock in and head to the register, ready to take the millions of orders that come in through the day.

"Hi- oh! Welcome back. What can I get you?" Your tone of voice made it clear you were surprised, but was trying to not let it show.

"Uhm, just the same as yesterday, and... Can I get a chocolate croissant?" Bucky's gruff voice tells you.

You ring him up, wondering if you should say something about him being your neighbor. Although, he didn't seem too keen on looking you in the eye right now, and you wonder if you did something to make him uncomfortable yet again.

He seems to have this issue quite often.

Little do you know, this time, it isn't because of you or anything you did.

Well, nothing you did on purpose.

Nothing you were aware of at the time.

Anyways, you tell James to go take a seat and that you'd be right out with his order.

"Here you go, James," you place the plate and mug on the table, and this time, when you hear him say something, you turn around with furrowed brows.

"Sorry, I didn't catch what you said." You apologize, waiting for him to repeat himself.

"I- nevermind, it was stupid anyways. You probably have to get back to work." He mumbles while looking back down at his pastry.

"James, whatever it is, you can tell me." You offer with a kind smile. "I can come sit with you during my break, if you don't mind?" A hopeful smile crosses your face.

"Uh, I- yes, yeah, that would be nice." He struggles for a moment, but finally nods his head in confirmation along with his words.

"Alright, James. I get off in an hour for my break." You simply tell him with a soft grin, and you can practically feel his eyes burning into you as you walk away.

The blush creeping up your cheeks also stays there until the remainder of your shift.

As you plop in the chair across from James, you inspect him for a moment.

He was attractive, you'll admit.

Okay, he was more than attractive.

"So, James, where are you from?" You ask, your own cup of coffee in front of you on the table.

"Well, I'm Brooklyn born 'nd raised. Never was a time I didn't live here. You?" His lip twitches, looking out the window fondly.

"That's nice. I moved here when I was nine, so I guess I've been here a while. But no matter where I go, there's nowhere like home." You smile.

"There really isn't, huh? This place is irreplaceable." He gives you a crack of another smile, and you find yourself yearning for more from him. Just a tooth, something.

"Well, do you live around here?" You ask, deciding to play coy. You wanted to see what he'd say.

"Uh, yeah, actually. Over on DeKalb and Clinton." He clears his throat, the hint of a smile on his face melting right off.

"Huh, that's so funny. I live on those streets too." You grin, waiting to see his reaction.

"O-Oh really?" James doesn't really know what to say without giving away that he knows where you fucking live.

"Yeah, isn't that funny? Which building?" You're pressing, and you know he knows, but you're having your fun right now.

"T-the uhm... I live in the Washington." He's now making zero eye contact with you, and you're close to breaking.

"What a coincidence! I live in the Oakley!" You're in a fit of giggles when his face drops, you just can't help it anymore.

"James, can I tell you something?" You ask in a coquettish manner.

"Yeah, I suppose you'll tell me even if I say no." He gives a tight smile as a joke.

"I don't wanna sound like a creep, but I knew you lived in the Washington."

"Oh," James releases a breath of relief, "thank God. I knew you lived in the Oakley, but I didn't wanna sound like a stalker either." He says.

You laugh, sliding a hand on top of his resting on the table.

"Y'know, you do this really annoying thing where you leave your movies running on full brightness on your TV, and I can see it through my windows at night." You laugh at the incredulity of the situation.

"Oh... I never even thought of that. I'm sorry, Y/N." He looks genuinely remorseful, and now you feel bad for any bad thought you've had about the man that lives across from you.

"It's alright. No big deal." Your smile does a good job of convincing Bucky that you truly weren't bothered by his actions, but he still felt bad.

"Y'know, maybe I could make it up to you?" He asks, and you feel a blush moving up your chest. "Like, maybe over dinner?" His voice is timid, you can tell by the way he tilts his head down while speaking.

"James," you slide your hand into his this time, your smaller one resting in his large metal one. "I'd love to go out with you sometime."

Before he could react, you stood up from the chair.

"My break's over, but I get off at 3." You lean down and pull a pen from your apron, scribbling your number onto a napkin. "Here."

You walk away before he could say anything, but there's something about him this time that you notice.

He's blushing, too. And he's smiling. A bright, white, blinding smile.

You think of that smile throughout your whole shift, until you see he's still waiting for you when it's time to go.

"So, do you like Chinese or Italian better?" He asks with a crooked smile.

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six months later

You and Bucky are laid across your bed, the TV blaring a movie that neither of you are paying attention to. Your head is resting on his shoulder, leg thrown over both of his, and his hand running through your hair.

"You wanna know somethin' doll?" Bucky asks, and you feel his chest rumble under your head.

"Yeah, everything okay?" You ask while leaning up on your elbow to get a good look at him, trying to gauge his mood.

"Everything's okay, just remembered something." He laughs, his hand moving to hold your jaw in it. You shivered at the touch, but smiled fondly at the action.

"When I first saw you at the coffee shop, that first day when you gave the free coffee and pastries... I followed you home."

Your brows furrow and it's clear that you were confused as to why.

"I wanted to make sure you got home safe, and then it turned out that you lived right next to me. So I went up to my apartment and wondered what I'd done right in a past life to have you live right next to me, and then I saw you lived right across from me." His face was tipped upwards, like he was replaying that night in his head.

"You followed me home just to make sure I was safe?" You asked in disbelief that he did something so nice for you, when at the time you thought he hated you.

"Of course, sweetheart. It was dark out and there 're some real jerks out there, y'know." One corner of his mouth lifts up in a soft smirk. "Didn't want anything to happen to ya."

You lean down and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, appreciating his gesture.

"I really thought you didn't like me back then, so this is a nice little secret you've been hiding from me." You giggle when he pulls you back in for a real kiss.

"Yeah, well, I don't think I could'a hated you if I tried, baby. You're too sweet. And at the time, I was still getting used to being out in the open without being a national security threat." You both laugh lightly, dropping your head down.

A moment passes where you bask in his words, letting them soak in. And then a thought hits you, and you can't help but become more curious. Now you need to know the answer.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, hon." Now Bucky's brows are pulled together, and you reach up and smooth out the wrinkle with your thumb.

"Did you ever... see me doing anything in here? Like, I usually keep the curtains open, and even if they're closed, they're pretty see-through..." You trail off, giving him time to craft his response.

You have a feeling you know the answer, considering how he turns red like a tomato in an instant as words leave your lips.

"I... there was this one time, but I swear, I wasn't trying to peep on you or anything, it was the same day I followed you and I just so happened to look into your window, and you were getting undressed, but I swear, I turned away as soon as I saw what you were doing, baby-" He was rambling, trying to save himself from sounding like a complete creep after all he's just told you.

"Did you like it?" You ask, innocently, but he knew what you were trying to do.

"I-I- You were getting undressed, sweetheart, of course I liked it... are you kidding me?" Bucky's grasping for the words, trying to make you understand.

"Well... we could always recreate it, but maybe in the same apartment this time?" You cock your head to the side, your doe eyes stirring a feeling in his abdomen.

"I think that's an excellent idea, honey." Bucky's hands grasp your waist as you slide on top of his lap. "After all, I am a hands on learner."

fin. i hope you enjoyed!

#bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes reader insert #neighbor!bucky #bucky barnes au

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hello-yue-here · 3 years

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maiko- “you matter to me” waitress

TALK ABOUT THIS ONE ???? i'm just here for maiko tbh

mailee- “lay all your love on me” -mamma mia (I KNOW THIS MAY SEEM OUT OF PLACE BUT THIS IS JUST WHAT MY BRAIN TELLS ME OKAY)

oh? do go on i ADORE mamma mia

okay is the title itself isnt maiko enough think of it like this:

zuko is a kid whos literally hada two people care for him his entire life: his mother and iroh (the maiko for this context is maiko when he returns to the fire nation before joining the gaang). and his mother left and he betrayed iroh. zuko already has issues with believing people actually care about him and love him

on the flipside mai has been in a safe and secure household her entire life. she has a present mother and father. the thing is: she feels stiffled by them. Now i know pretty much nothing about her relationship with her parents because i know it goes a lil more into that in the comics so from my own perspective: mai is taken care of, be she is not cared for. remember ember island? remember how she said her life was perfect except for the fact that she straight up wasnt allowed to be herself??

from my pov its fairly easy for me to say that these kids dont feel like they are cared for

but the thing with maiko is: they still care for each other

"i dont hate you" "I dont hate you either"

for this song mai is pottamer because of this line: "come out of hiding im right here beside you / and ill stay there as long as you need me"

Mai is always seen as being there for Zuko. Her first appearance with him in book three on the boat she is trying to reach out and talk to him and make him feel better. she just wants to talk with him and make him feel better. She is loyal af to this boy.

and zuko is jenna in this song because of these lines: "It's addictive the minute you let yourself think / The things that I say just might matter to someone"

once again were gonna look at ember island for this jawn:

mai azula and ty lee are all pressuring him to open up about his feelings, granted in different ways: azula because it seems amusing to her. ty lee because shes confused as to why zuko is upset. mai because she cares about him. HE MATTERS TO HER.

mai, a character who really doesnt seem like she cares about anything. cares about zuko.

zuko matters to her.

and zuko, a character who cares a little too much about everything, still has space in his mind and heart to care about mai.

mai matters to him.

fuck i love this song and this ship. fuck.

mailee lay all your love on me

okay okay okay. this one isnt as deep as maiko because it rlly do be the fact that sophia and ty lee give off such similar vibes to me but lets dive into the lyrics anyways shalle we?

"i feel a kind of fear / when i dont have you near"

these two are always with each other. always. they always have each others backs and in tbr mai does seem a little scared before ty lee betrays azula and saves mai.

"i still don't know what you've done with me / a grown up woman should never fall so easily"

think ab this one from mai's perspective: once again its established that she keeps things she loves a secret. she tries very hard to remain apathetic and detatched from everything. but ty lee isnt someone she can hide from. mai isnt used to falling hard and fast and yet it happens with ty lee

once again: the major reason for this song being a mailee song to me is strictly because ty lee has sophie vibes (also i think she would think the dancing boys in funny flippers would be so amusing; mai also would like it because hey at least it isnt boring)

ask me about why i think these songs go with these ships!

#liv is a theatre nerd #liv is an atla nerd #mailee #maiko #mai #zuko #ty lee #atla rant #avatar: the last airbender #ask liv ab her ship songs

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babycakes-rps · 4 years

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Damn can yall leave the glee cast alone? Everyone is dealing with Naya’s death in their own way. Heather, Dianna, Chord, Jacob, Melissa, and some of the crew have posted beautiful tributes and yall still have shit to talk about them. Who cares if one of their tribute posts wasn’t as long as someone else’s? Jacob probably didn’t know her well seeing as how they barely had scenes together. Same for Melissa, and honestly, her ex-husband (who treated her very poorly to say the least) was on Glee with her, so you don’t know how much pain revisiting memories on the show might bring her on a regular day, much less one where on top of that she is dealing with the loss of a cast member. And I stg if I see one more person post about how Jenna and Kevin haven’t posted a tribute. It’s not an obligation to post a tribute. Maybe they need some time before they craft a statement. Maybe they wont be posting anything because they are mourning fully in private. Maybe it hasn’t fully hit them yet. Becca has a much bigger following now than once did; she is in a tv contract, you don’t know what that could entail concerning her social media.

Some of you seem to forget that they are real people with real lives that quite frankly we haven’t been even a little bit a part of for years now. You forget that WE DONT FUCKING KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THEM THAT ENTITLES US TO MAKE JUDGMENTS BASED ON WHAT THEY POST ABOUT THIS.

They are mourning their own way. Leave them the hell alone. There is not a correct or incorrect way for them to do this.

#naya rivera #glee #glee cast #melissa benoist #becca tobin #kevin mchale #chris colfer #darren criss #jenna ushkowitz

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carternate · 4 years

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i really dont understand my own feelings

and im fucking terrified of myself.

i refuse to say im okay anymore. my head isnt okay

what im feeling isnt fucking normal

and i take it out on my girlfriend but in the same respect im terrified of telling her shit because i will be exposed. i trust her i want her and i love her more than anything. but i dont know how to explain my emotions anymore. i never did actually. im a fucking mess in general. i hate that i feel stuck in a prison of my own body. its not the dumb ass transgender feeling

its a literal feeling of a cage.

i hate the people in my past. i hate that they still have an impact

i hate that i cant control myself like i used to be able to and that i cant even take my medication because i tell myself im too tough for it lmao. i literally was so close to ending my life, but in an instant this time. not some pussy shit where i begged for help and then it was possible for someone to save me

i almost really just ended it. ended it because i didnt find value in it.

i dont feel good enough and everything seems wrong

but i want to be okay and be good and make it to heaven. i used to have a passion

i used to love god with all my heart but i cant even understand it anymore

its noones fault but my own

and that hurts even more

i cant even try to blame it on another its on me this time

ive lost control

i cant even think long enough to listen in my hour long class.

i thought i was broken before because of a family that degraded me

but whatever the fuck i feel now feels eighty times worse

but i keep it internal and i cant keep it in anymore

im going to fucking explode

im falling apart completely

and im going insane

and i dont feel that i belong here

i literally will sit in my car and think of scenarios

but when i actually start to FEEL its absolutely ridiculous and insane

and SO much.

i try to bring positivity and help anna

and i try to be sure that sentences like this dont happen

but flashbacks hit me hard

the hospital, that week. that first week was insane.

its fucked to say

but i felt like i belonged there. i felt like that could be my home. from the daily vitals,to the little kid that cried in the cornwr, to the creepy ass schizophrenic girl that was my roommate, to jenna, to my freak outs.

i was crazy. but i got to take it out and do it and have people who understood it and tried to help.

geneva ohio. is not a place where i can be okay and myself authentically

i cant even be myself at my fucking work place.

nobody understands shit other than the kids that were there

during our group sessions and even during school i felt like it was okay.

there is just a hole in my head that i can not find anything to fill

im curious about everything and i hve no idea what about

i have questions

so fucking many

and noone wants to hear them

i hate that i cant concentrate

i hate that when i tell my dad im not okay i cant even look him in the eye because all i can picture is coming out of the ambulance and seeing my mom and dad looking at me screaming what hppened

and i have never felt like that in my life.

i cant let go of that. i cant let go of the visual of mallory laying at the edge of my bed before i got sent away to laurelwood looking at me like “fuck dude. you really tried.” she looked sorry for me, but not the kind that people like want. not the kind of compassion

but the scared kind. she looked scared of me. nothing has been the same aince.i want to drown iut my thoughts

and my stupid fucking stutter

and i want to lay in annas arms and cry everything out

but i also want to fucking beat the shit out of someone

and thats not me. im not violent. but i want to like bEAT THE SHIT out of someone. anyone at this point. but whatever

i dont understand how things that are so fucking simple to other people are like fucking complete brain aches for me.

i cant go anywhere alone because i am scared of being physically alone but mentally ive never been more lonely and that scares me.

the story never ends i guess.

i hate how my mind can be spinning in circles and people that say they are there can be right next to me complaining and have no idea i want to jab a knife into my body lol

but then all i would be is a coward if i just ended it all. it would technically be the easy way out and i dont want to be that person. thinking about death doesnt really even scare me anymore, and that thought scares me more than death itself.

in a perfect world i guess everything would be fine

and i would be happy

and never necessarily need to think about things that hurt me or have those little bullets shot at my head with every turn i take.

but thats not reality, and realizing that alone needs

to be a priority that i take.

i probably wont ever live a life without triggers, depression, or anxiety.

and that fucking sucks.

especially because i know that people fake their mental illness just for the attention and they dont have to live with something that prevents them from doing everyday activities or being terrified of little shit

but in my opinion that attention people seek from illness or anything in general is the worst part about it. i hate when people find out about the hospital.

i get embarrassed regardless of how many times people will tell me its okay

like sure its okay. but its not normal. going to a mental institution shouldnt be something everyone does

or everyone knows someone who went. thats just fucked. and i hate that im someone that people will be like “oh emily went to one” or the questions i will get from people are absolutely morbid and NOT their business but i feel obligated to talk about it when people ask. its a fucked up world dude. and sometimes im really fucking sick of living in it.

i just want to be okay again, even if its for a second. just a second of peace and a second of understanding. a fucking break would be nice?

a vacation away with anna and my kitty? if i could get that right now my entire heart would be full. i need two weeks to mentally get myself okay again. but lucky for me that’s not possible, and some may say “welcome to the adult world” and that is such a fucking understatement.

this is never going to be over

and im always going to not be afraid of death and im always going to not know shit about myself and im always not going to treat anyone right and i cant fucking even breathe when im walking yet i still have to work daily. and im so sick of it from beginning to end. and i want my story to fucking end already.

God if you can see this by some small celestial chance you actually give a shit about Earth and its inhabitants fucking help me.

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dumfukdei · 3 years

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rant vent i need to cry

I’ve always wondered exactly how relationships are supposed to work. Are they natural? Are they work? Are they a mix of both? What’s the ratio? Is this too much work? A normal amount? Am I giving up enough of myself? Should I have to give up pieces of myself for you? Shouldn’t you have to give up pieces of yourself for me? I feel as though I’m the only one struggling. You never worry about these things. You never break yourself down and reuse the pieces to create an image you think I’d enjoy.

I’m queer. I may just be gay. I have no idea I have no frame of reference I’ve only ever been with you. You’re straight. At least for the most part. You have no interest in labels. No interest in understanding that part of yourself. So you can’t understand me. You can’t understand how I wonder if I’m being true to myself. You cant understand how I fall a little bit in love with every woman I meet, and how it kills me to know I can’t ever actually let myself fall for her, or anyone. You can’t understand how much I feel like I dont belong. I dont feel like I belong to the LGBTQ community. Because am i lying? I dont think so. I dont feel like i am. I love women. I like men. but i dont feel like i belong. i feel like an imposter. i used to label myself as bisexual. i still sometimes label myself like that for the comfort of straight friends i dont want to explain queer to. you cant understand my point of view.

I’m a free spirit. I need to be able to do what i want when i want. ill let you know when i do things, but i cant have anyone in the way stopping me or controlling me or making me feel less in control of my life. if i want to go have a few drinks with friends i WILL (after covid ofc, all of these are about after covid). if i wanna go out dancing i WILL if i wanna go to a concert i will if i wanna go to a bookstore i will if i want to do anything and everything i WILL i will find a way with or without you and i need you to be with me if you want to be WITH me.

NO I DONT WANT YOU TO MOVE INTO MY APARTMENT WHY DID YOU ASK MY ROOMATES IF IT WAS OKAY BEFORE HAVING A VERY SERIOUS CONVERSATION ABOUT IT WITH ME FIRST, YES I SAID IT WAS OKAY IN THE BEGINNING BUT WE NEVER HAD THE CONVERSATION WHYSJGHALIDJBFL JUST FUCKING TALK TO ME FIRRRRRRST.

this will be the first time living BY MYSELF without family. YES ITS LIVING BY MYSELF EVEN IF I HAVE ROOMATES WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN jesus i talked to amalia about all this and she seemed to understand granted i couldnt tell her everything we only ttalked for an hour while your locked yourself in our room but from what i told her she seemed to get it. she said i should go what i need to. and in a long term realtionship while being so young its good to have some seperation so you can still grow as people instead of growing as a couple and I TOTALLY AGREEEEEEE WITH THAT.

i feel like i never really got to grow up as me i grew up as your girlfriend.

SEVEN YEARS. SEVEN YEARS OF FEELING LIKE IM JUST YOUR GIRLFRIEND. AND I FINALLY FEEL LIKE MY OWN FUCKING PERSON IN 2019 AND YOU ALWAYS HAD SOMETHING NEGATIVE TO SAY. ALWAYS. I FINALLY FELT GOOD ABOUT MYSELF. I FELT PRETTY, I FELT COOL, I FELT LIKE I HAD FRIENDS, I WASNT LONELY. AND YOU SAID I WENT OUT TOO MUCH. I PARTIED TOO MUCH, I DRANK TOO MUCH, I WAS AT THE SORORITY HOUSE TOO MUCH I SAW JENNA TOO MUCH I TALKED WITH LILLY TOO MUCH I LISTENED TO BAD MUSIC TOO MUCH I SMOKED WEED TOO MUCH IDFVGLKJADNFLAS I JUST WANTED TO FEEL good about myself. Im in the prime of my life. Im a young 21. no thoughtd of marraige or babbies or real careers yet. i dont have to worrya bout anything but my classes and my job. my classes fulfill me. I paint and paint and design and write and just vibe within my classes and its beautiful. My job fulfill me. My boss is the best father figure ive ever had and i dont care if thats weird its true. i work with my BEST FRIEND. the activites are fun i like fixing th bowling lanes i like mixing bar drinks i like serving food i like giving kids toys in the arcade. it makes me feel good at the end of the night,. our hours are perfect. I USED TO WORK A 10HR SHIFT CLOSE AT 9 GO HOME AND CHANGE AND THEN MEET MY FRIENDS AT A PARTY AT 10 EVERY FRIDAY AND SATURDAY AND LET LOOSE UNTIL 2 OR 3 THE NEXT DAY BEFORE GETTING READY FOR MY SHIFT AT 11AM TO DO IT ALL AGAIN AND I LOVED IT. YOU COMPLAINED. I LOVED IT. I JUST WANTED YOU TO WANT TO DO IT WITH ME. BUT YOU DONT LIKE PARTIES SO I SAID THATS FINE ILL RESPECT THAT. i SAY I LIKE PARTIES BUT YOU WANT ME HOME WITH YOU CAUSE YOU CANT RESPECT THE FACT I DO. WHY IS THIS A ONE WAY STREET YOU FUCKER.

GOD THERES SO MUCH I WANT TO TELL YOU. TO YELL AT YOU. TO GET THROUGH YOUR THICK FUCKING SKULL BUT I CANT WITHOUT hurting you. i dont wanna hurt you i fucking love you i cant say any of this to hyou. I dont want you to be sad. but why do i have to be sad in exchange. it doesnt feel fair.

we should break up. cause i feel like i love you isnt enough here. i feel like were too incompatible like we just cant make it work. not the way we should. not when you want to be my everything, cause you cant be my everything. and i dont want to be your everything. thats a lot of presser, thats... it feels unhealthy. it feels toxic. but then again im probably toxic. hell look at this ling ass rant i am 100% toxic.

i say we should break up but ill take one look at your fuckign smile and fall back in your arms like a lovestruck puppy. youre my home

i dont wanna be homeless

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shyawaytyler · 5 years

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So here’s a rundown of my experience meeting the boys all the stuff I remember at least. I’ll write a one for general Bandito Minneapolis after this one. It’ll be a little messy but its just my thoughts right now. it also might serve as an emotion dump sooo here we go:

+We decided not to go line up before the Q&A because it was unclear if/how they were doing numbering and it seemed silly to go line up only to lose our place in line sooo we arrived at the Target Center around 3:20

+We met the rest of the group around four, we immediately made friends with a mom and her like seven year old daughter who were there and then made friends with this AWESOME girl who also had a Pilots tattoo and was there with her boyfriend. She was SO flipping excited and it was so nice to be with someone who was just as outwardly as excited as us.

+Honestly, I was a little upset with a few of the other winners who were apparently massive fans because they seemed really stand-offish. Maybe they were nervous but they weren’t acting excited, they acted like way too “cool” for it.

+This whole experience gave me a look into the twitter clique, which seems pretty toxic actually. I did meet one awesome girl on twitter who was just as stoked as us after the meet and greet. She was cute and cool and Tyler told her not to mess up on her question which was super cute.

+Back too the fans who were acting really stand offish to us, there was a group of them who had come and lined up before the M&G and @neds-bayou(i’m calling her Hannah from here on out) went over and tried to ask them a question about where the line was moving(security moved like the first 100 people or something) and they got kinda weird and nasty when they found out she hadn’t lined up prior(Rolled their eyes, didn’t talk to her etc)

+Whatever, they’re kids, I get it. Didn’t hang on to that shit because I was about to MEET Josh and Tyler!!

+They led us up to this like suite room thing and then we got there..there was maybe MAYBE 20 other people in the room including the radio staff.

+Hannah and I went in with the two super excited people we met earlier(Madelyn and Brandon) and we noticed no one was sitting in the front row so we sat down and freaked out with Madelyn and Brandon about how we were literally like...essentially across a dinner table from them. I was shaking SO hard.

+We waited for like...fifteen, twenty minutes and joked with the radio people.

+Then the dude from the record label came up and gave us a rundown of the rules and like what was going to happen annd five minutes later he brought the boys out.

+They walked right by us and Madelyn, and I kept like slapping at each other because we were so excited. Like...it was like we had suddenly been friends for years even though we had met 20 minutes before and we’d probably never talk again.

+They sat down and like immediately we got a waft of HOW GOOD THEY BOTH SMELL WHAT THE FUCK. Like how do two people smell SO good that just went they walk by and sit down you’re just wafted by GOOD BOY SMELL.

+Tyler made sure to look into each of our eyes in the front row on our side. Like Hannah, Me, Madelyn and Brandon. He looked between all of us and into our eyes.

+So they jumped into the Q+A, there was questions about pranking their significant others(we know how Tyler and Josh feel about tour pranks) and apparently Tyler doesn’t like being scared and theres a rule against jumping out and scaring him at home so Jenna does it like anywhere else and she’ll jump out and say “I’mnottryingtoscareyou!” he was all -heart eyes- about it.

+I don’t remember all the questions but none of them were fabulous. There was something about under what circumstance would Josh let Tyler sing a song about Debby(Like...what?) and they were both like “Thats weird” and then Josh said his drumbeats were for her.

+EVERY TIME Tyler answered a question he would look at Hannah, she was just like RIGHT in his line of sight so he would default back to talking right to her. She was also super animated and giggling the whole time(Madelyn and I were too but Hannah was like directly in front of him)

+I wont talk too much more about the Q&A because i’m sure there will be a video in which I will look terrible. I will NOT be watching my question. but three more things:

+Tyler kept rubbing his nose with the microphone

+I was so awkward and uncomfortable but I managed to ask and they looked into my eyes and my question was: “What emoji best describes you or your personality?”(my worst question honestly) and Tyler and Josh both said they didn’t use emojis much and then Tyler was like “I dont really even use exclamation points” and Josh was like “you’re a period.” And tyler looked at him and was like “I AM a period” or something like that and then fist bumped him. Josh said he was the heart eye emoji and Tyler said he was the half smirk

+The girl going before Hannah accidentally complimented just Josh and not Tyler and Tyler got all offended and jokingly refused to answer her question

+Hannah was last to go and so when she got up she asked her question all cute and nervous and Josh was like “Dont you want to tell Tyler how nice his jacket looks?” and she was like “yes its so nice” and Tyler was like “Thanks...I guess” in that bratty pouty way he does it was cute

+We got like 5 seconds total with them when we took the picture but Josh immediately stuck his hand out to me and was like “hi nice to meet you” and he said it SO earnestly and smiled this REALLY sweet smile and his hand was SO soft. Like what LOTION does that boy use!? Tyler took my hand next and smiled and looked into my eyes and I said Hi and I was shaking and then I just was blubbering ‘thank you, thank you, thank you’ over and over and then we took a picture and I kept saying thank you as i left hahahahahahah it was like NO time but i’ll cherish it.

+Hannah tried to show her tattoo but the security dude was like “WE gotta keep moving this” but they both kinda laughed and said thanks about the tattoo and Tyler like actually kinda smiled in Hannah’s picture.

#carlyn meets twenty one pilots #Twenty One Pilots #TOP #TØP #Josh Dun #Tyler Joseph #Twenty Øne Piløts

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musesby-rach · 4 years

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holden: a, e, f, n, o, p, q, r, s, w, x, z

A: Are you a virgin?

Virginity is a construct that doesn’t particularly matter. I never understood the fascination with virginity either. But to answer your question, no.

E: Do you smoke?

I’ve partaken in smoking marijuana once after thoroughly checking with my doctors to ensure it wouldn’t mess with any medication. I was also surrounded by loved ones and as much as I do not want to admit it, it was an enjoyable time. We played scrabble, I told a bunch of strange statistics I knew offhand, and I think I solved a bunch of rubix cubes. Very nice. I wouldn’t make a habit of it though.

F: Do you drink?

I do drink, but not often.

N: Top 5 traits you look for in a person that you want to have a relationship with

So the only person I’ve been in a relationship with has been Shiloh and we had a very natural friends-to-dating type of relationship that I value and treasure continuously. If I were to detail every single thing that I adored about Shiloh we’d probably be here all day haha. However, I’ll detail a few things:

1) I value her intellect and her pursuit of knowledge. She’s very focused on her studies, she loves learning and it’s one of the most attractive things about her. I could listen to her talk about things she knows and things the learns all day if I could

2) She takes care of me. She’s very keen of my triggers and is sure to take care of me to ensure that I’m safe. This seems like a very “shouldn’t she?” but you wouldn’t believe how much nonsense I’ve faced being who I am and I appreciate that she’s always got my best interest at heart. She’ll stay up with me during all nighters, make sure I’m on top of my health, and just makes sure that I don’t run myself into the ground from working too hard. She doesn’t sugarcoat anything that I need to hear and I trust her with my life. I could go on forever, I’ll leave that point at that.

3) She’s goal oriented we’ve plotted out the next few years of our future, what we’re going to be doing when we’re done school and hopefully when we’ll get married and have kids. It’s weirdly comforting to have life with my partner worked out.

4) She makes life worth living. I’ve lived a very wild two decades (and some change) on this Earth and I can say very confidently that nobody makes me happier than Shiloh. She’s so radiant and wonderful and I’m very lucky to have her in my life supporting and taking care of me.

5) She’s so gorgeous I debated not putting this in, however...she’s a stunner. I’m smitten.

O: Who are you crushing on right now?

If my essay above wasn’t enough, I absolutely adore shiloh.

P: Who is your bestfriend?

See above haha. My little sister is also my best friend.

Q: Your guilty pleasure?

I dont particularly have any guilty pleasures. However I enjoy Jenna marbles ruining harry potter things a lot more than I should

R: Who was your first kiss?

Shiloh :)

S: Do looks matter to you?

Not really no. Though I’m aware that in saying this, subconsciously, it may have influenced how I’ve act around people currently or in the past.

W: Do you like it when people play with your hair?

I actually don’t like physical touch very much. I dont mind it if Shiloh does it from time to time

X: Are you circumcised?

I am...

These are strange asks

Z: Do you pee in the shower?

Well it depends on water flow, and whose shower it is. That’s a roundabout way of saying “maybe sometimes yes but no”

#ch: holden #//in which he writes a full essay on how much he loves shiloh #get a man who does this for you #Anonymous

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pirate-and-soldier · 5 years

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Deathcaster Forked Me Up (SPOILERS)

DEATHCASTER WAS AWESOME AND WACKY AND SO GOOD BUT IM STILL SITTING HERE STARING AT THE WALL WAITING TO SEE IF SOME DISAPPEARING INK WILL MAGICALLY RESURFACE AND TELL ME WHAT THE F HAPPENED WITH EVERYONE ELSE—

Dont get me wrong, I absolutely L O V E this series and every book but like there seem to be a lot of loopholes and loose ends?? Did anyone else catch them? Or did I just completely skip over some important parts??

I literally read this in a little over 24 hours after getting this. I would’ve finished it yesterday had I gotten it earlier than 4:30 in the afternoon, but still.

WE GOT 647 PAGES OF AWESOMENESS I WANNA SCREAM RIGHT NOW

I’ll admit, I was kinda hoping for a bit more between Evan and Destin, considering that they both spend a LOT of time thinking about each other. I’m happy they got a reuninion, and that they were able to form an actual relationship and are planning to rule the Desert Coast together, but like—can I get a scene where they actually talk some stuff out? Before Destin was forcbly taken back to Arden by his father, he told/showed Evan that he thought he was a monster and believed it through and through. Evan told him that he wasn’t a monster and tried to convince him to see that. Yet we see no evidence whatsoever of them taking the time to talk about both that and other past things.

What happened to Destin’s mother, too? In the beginning just before General Karn is killed by his own son, Destin tells him that he can’t get revenge on his mother just because she birthed Destin because she was dead. We see a few lines here and there saying that it might be true but throughout what Deathcaster, that’s the only thing I saw that might have verified it. How did she die? And why? Why did Destin choose to tell his father that when all he wanted was for her to pay for having Destin anyway? What happened to the Destin’s extended family who were shown in the list of characters for the Shattered Realms series?

Honestly, though it may seem like I’m not happy about the conclusion, there are a lot of things that I really enjoyed. The humor was on point for me, I loved the characters, new and old, there were many surprising plot points, THERE WERE DRAGONS, we got to see the ship Evan and Destin repaired together, Destiny, Han is not fully gone and neither is Raisa, my favorite couples all ended up together happily, Destin and Evan were able to make peace, Evan, Breon, and Jenna found out who their family really is, the enemy spies were filtered out of court, and many more.

One thing that surprised and had me cackling was the fact that they had an actual exorcism. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. Especially not at 1:30am. I’m not disgusted or horrified, I just find it funny how this series, which has never had anything even remotely related to something like that, had an actual exorcism in the final book. Though, looking back on the fact that Han was thought to have been possessed by demons when he still had yet to be born, and the fact that the Church of Saint Malthus had a much larger role in the second series than the last, with the addition of demons—actual demons, not the things that most southerners believed to have been demons—were set loose in Ragmarket to find Han in the very first book of this universe, this shouldn’t have surprised me that much.

Before anything else, I wanna discuss the fact that WTF MELLONY WAS BEHIND THE MURDERS??? I mean, of course other people were involved, BUT WHAT??? I know she was jealous about the fact that Raisa came back before Mellony could be crowned queen in the previous series, but honestly I thought that had been long forgotten and over with. I never suspected her for a second. That might have been why she was a go-to for people who could have done it; she had motive, reason, means, and since she tried in the past but was thought to have let it go to let her sister rule, she was virtually the perfect choice. Although I realize this, it still has me reeling over the fact that she was the one who actually did it.

I was disappointed to see that Han only showed up in tiny bits after Ash went to Aediion and saw him again. He didn’t go into the amulet for several years just to hang around and just pass on teeny tiny bits of advice. No, he went because he wanted to help his children in any way he could, meeting with them in Aediion, telling them about things they should be wary of, and overall just trying to connect with them again, to soend time with them even outside the grave. He wanted to see them and Raisa again, as many times as he could. Han was—is, still—my favorite character from the Secen Realms. His cunning and sharp willed personality was such a wonderful thing to read through. His little tidbits and slang words were so funny, and his humor, though sometimes dark or deprecating, always sent me into fits of laughter, no matter how many times I read them. He was charming, both to the other characters and the readers, making everyone fall in love with who he was. At times it felt like he was an actual person rather than a book character. Chima put all that beautiful work inti such a strong, relatable character—and then didn’t use him much in the rest of the series. I know his death was meant to be a catalyst for Ash and Lyss and many others, but when I learned that he could be in the amulet I though we would see more of him. Was his absense just because there was already so much going on in the book that it just wasn’t an inportant thing to address? Or was he, sadly, just such a small little part of that series that he wasn’t that important to the plot?

Like I said, there were other things that made me really happy with how the book was written. I loved the addition of the dragon hatchlings and the bonds they formed with the other characters. They might have been added a little last-minute, but I think they were a wonderful addition to the story, and they were certainly tied tightly with the string in which the rest of the plot was woven. Evan, though he started out with little knowledge on how he should actually treat dragons, ended up forming a bond with one of the dragons named Splinter who had a deformed wing, either because of past injury or a birth defect. He even took a page out of Destin’s book in order to make a little prosthetic so Splinter could fly again. The others also formed a close connection to the dragons. Poor Cas though, losing a large portion of his sight. At least he has Jenna to help guide him.

Hal, when he became king, was so awkward and jerky in that role that I couldn’t help but laugh. His brother was right, though, on how the role of king would be better in his hands than anyone else in the empire. He made an excellent king, and had great moments and made admittedly stupid yet wise decisions, like teaming up with Lyss in order to trick the empress. I really loved his role in the book.

I have much more to say about this series, but I won’t make this too long. If you’re interested in this series or the universe or anything, come and talk to me!!! Please!! I need every last fan of this series to talk to because honestly I could go on about this forever.

#deathcaster #cinda williams chima #shattered realms #seven realms #desvan #rant/review #feels #stormcaster #shadowcaster #flamecaster #spoilers

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medievaldarlin · 5 years

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Petition to Redo Season 2 of Good Girls With All new Writers

Sorry for the thinkpiece to come but i’m off the riesling and I’m pissed.

This whole season was ugly and quite frankly disgusting bait for Brio shippers. This show can really learn a thing from its sister show Superstore about how to tie up plot ends and just to consistently make good seasons tbh because how Good girls seems to ave sunken itself so low so quickly makes no sense.

where should i begin?

Lets start with the shameless promos.

Constantly giving us brio falsities to keep us tuned in every sunday. Including things that aren’t even in that week’s episode.

Lets talk Dean. I just want to know what was the point of any of the plot between dean and Beth season 1 if we literally just ignored everything and one bullet hole to the chest just forgives everything???What is the point of him faking cancer if it not addressed?? not one time this season did Beth address a major plot point of season 1.

Let talk Beth. her character development this season is so strange. oh so her going from not being able to shoot rio when he meant virtually nothing to her at the time can now shoot the guy who’s made her feel alive an who she obviously cares about because she’s caressing his shirts!! I’m lost. it just doesn't make. This season Beth learned that Rio is a parent which she kept throwing in his face, didnt want to kill mary pat because she has kids but can shoot rio 3 times center mass and let him bleed out on the floor.

lets talk Rio. Thanks so much for having him tell beth he’s going to teach her but teachers her absolutely nothing or at least they didn’t show us. we literally dont see him teach her anything but how to make that pussy wet. I don’t what Manny Montana has to do for the writers to see he’s very talented and can be sue more than jsut to coem in 1 minute look brooding and leave. Im so done. i knwo i previously said .i hope they kill him off so Manny can take his talents somewhere else and i mean it forreal now. He’s a star and he needs a starring role.

Lets talk Brio. Thtat ship is dead. theres no way they can put these two together again after beth tried to kill him. the show is dead and this post is the funeral.

Boomers still alive. Annies still sleeping with someone who deceived her and then fucked her. They made smart ass Ruby give her lawyer counterfeit money. Its all trash we all could have banded together and wrote a better.

How did jenna come from the school of shonda rhimes? Shonda would never.

#im not proof reading this im sorry #nbcgg nbcgoodgirls

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reesewestonarchive · 5 years

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chapter four / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

Music pulses through Nakoa’s legs, and Jenna’s body sways against Nakoa’s, pressed against him as close as she can go. She smells like mangoes, like sweat.

Nakoa inhales against her neck, licks a long line up to her jaw, sucks against it. She shudders underneath him, and Nakoa grins as she takes his hand, presses it beneath her jeans. She turns her head, pupils blown wide, and she says, “Wanna go back to mine?”

Yes. Absolutely. Nakoa feels a buzz in his veins he hasn’t in a while at the prospect, and—”Yeah. You bet.”

He’s not sure where Rem is, but he’s been gone all day. left that morning, didn’t come back, even though the car still sits in the parking lot at the motel. At least, it did, before Nakoa took to the streets to find something to take his mind of it, off of wondering where Rem was.

Probably wasted in the back alley of some bar, still downing a bottle of whiskey he’d pilfered off of some unsuspecting bartender.

Or—maybe he’s doing exactly what Nakoa’s doing now, finding somebody to bury his dick into, get off without the mountain of complications.

It’s been three days, and between sightseeing and sleep, they’re only just west of Denver, in some shitty small town that reminds Nakoa of Withervale just a little too much, but the girls are attractive, and the guys look like they could punch Nakoa out if he stared a little too long, and Rem’s been in a bad mood since Baldie.

Nakoa’ll take his chances, he thinks, with Jenna. He asks, “Are you far?” and grins when she shudders as he touches her.

He goes home with Jenna, and tries not to think of Rem when he comes.

Jenna offers to give him a ride back to the motel, but in the aftermath Nakoa really just wants a fucking shower, to wash what feels like a layer of filth off of him, and some awkward fifteen minute drive across town isn’t going to make him feel any better.

And it’s not cold out, anyway. “I’m good,” he says, as he tugs on jeans. Jean covers herself with her sheet, cocks her head to the side.

“You okay?” Her tone is just this side of concerned; she’s being polite, but Nakoa can tell she’s not really interested in the answer.

“Yeah,” he says, then, for a reason he doesn’t know, he says, “just complicated.”

“Aw,” Jenna says, sitting at the end of her bed. “I know complicated.” She gives him a glance, then says, “You a cool guy?”

Nakoa’s a loser. Unemployed and homeless and traveling across the country without any kind of a fucking plan, in search of a better life he’s not sure he’s ever going to find. Mediocrity feels less like a shadow hunting him and more like the prize at the end of the race.

Is he running away from it, or running towards it?

“I guess.” She can’t be talking about that.

“My girlfriend and I are kind of on a break.” She shrugs. “And it’s so stupid.”

“Relationships are complicated,” Nakoa says. He pulls his shirt over his head. “My…” but the word doesn’t come. What is Rem? His best friend? It’s not untrue, but he’s reasonably sure most best friends don’t fuck.

Most.

Is there a word for something in the middle, between romantic and friendly?

As she watches him, Jenna seems to pick up what’s going through his head. “Oh,” she says, pointing a finger at him. “You got it bad.”

“I do not.”

“And I thought me and my girl were complicated.”

For some reason, that pisses Nakoa off more. “There’s no girl.”

It’s the first time he’s even come close to saying the word out loud. Nakoa knows there’s a word for who he is, but it still feels wrong when he says it, when he thinks it. Not the attraction—there’s merit in sleeping with all kinds of people—but the word. The way people see it and think disgusting. Heathen.

“Oh.” Jenna’s voice is soft, and she stands. “So. Same boat.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

They kiss before Nakoa leaves, just because Jenna enjoys it, just because she asks, and Nakoa agrees because she showed him a good time, and it’s the least he can do. He wishes her good luck with her girlfriend and stomps back to the hotel room.

Where Rem sits, outside of it, empty fifth clutched between his knees. He doesn’t hear Nakoa approach, but he does react when Nakoa touches his shoulder, jerks away like Nakoa’s burned him.

“About fucking time,” he says, and his voice is like a river, watery and rushing, tripping over itself in his eagerness to speak. “I’ve been waiting for hours.”

“Sorry,” Nakoa says. Doesn’t point out that Rem has a key, too. He unlocks the door. He tugs on Rem’s arm, and the whiskey bottle falls to the sidewalk, crashes and breaks. Nakoa leaves it. “Did you drink all of that?”

“It’s—” He hiccups. “Bottom shelf, don’t get hissy.”

Nakoa took… something, at the club, earlier, before he went home with Jenna. He’s awfully fucking hypocritical if he tells Rem that he can’t do this. At least he came back. At least they got away from Baldie. From Withervale.

Drunk and alive is better than the alternative.

He draws Rem into the shower, starts taking off his clothes, and Rem says, “Ooh, am I gonna fuck you over the counter?”

“Keep dreaming,” Nakoa says, as he pulls off Rem’s jeans. He’s cold, so Nakoa warms the water and shoves him under the stream. Rem yelps, but relaxes into the hot, if lacking pressure, water. His entire body goes slack as it cascades over him.

Nakoa turns away, doesn’t watch, as tempting as it is. “You get back okay?”

Rem laughs. “Please. Liquor store’s not that far away. Where’d you get off to?”

“Girl I met at the club.” Nakoa pitches his voice higher, to be heard over the water. “You have a good time?”

“Better when you’re there.”

But he didn’t ask. He’d blazed through cities, the last forty eight hours, taking small roads instead of highways, getting lost and debating over the map with Nakoa multiple times, and.

“Missed you,” Rem says, his voice quiet. Nakoa wonders if he even said it at all. If maybe he imagined it. He’s been wanting to hear Rem say it for so long. Hoping for some kind of sign.

But no.

The water shuts off, and Nakoa makes his way back out into the room, digs in Rem’s bag until he finds something suitable for bed for him. The idiot’ll pass out on the bed, if he doesn’t, and Nakoa’ll end up with none of the blanket instead.

Rem stands in the threshold to the bathroom, though, and Nakoa glances up at him, just once, before turning back to the task at hand.

“I mean it,” Rem says.

Means what? “Sure.” T-shirt, underwear. It’ll work. Someday, when Nakoa’s not counting every penny, he’ll buy Rem some new clothes, fi him back in with the style.

Nakoa, though. He needs a job, first. Something simple, something under the table. A stable place in LA, or somewhere else, because he and Rem are living off of gas station snacks and Nakoa’s stomach is protesting bite of food he eats.

But every mile between him and Withervale feels a little more like flying

He gives Rem his clothes, and before he can turn away, Rem’s fingers reach out, wrap around his wrist. His voice is soft, unlike him, when he says, “Nakoa,” and Nakoa looks up, studies the lines in Rem’s face, the curve of his cheekbones, the arch of his eyebrows.

He doesn’t know what to say, so he lifts a shoulder in a shrug and holds uncertainty deep in his chest like an old friend. Rem strokes his thumb down Nakoa’s wrist, and there’s a short glimpse of a smile before he lifts one hand, the one holding his towel, and pulls Nakoa in, forehead to forehead, whiskey strong on his breath.

Nakoa breathes it in, lets his eyes fall close as the towel unravels at Rem’s feet, as Rem closes the distance between them.

Rem tastes like whiskey, like freedom, like betrayal, but Nakoa can’t complain if he tastes like someone else. He accepts the kiss for whatever it is, and pulls back. Taps his fingers against Rem’s chest and says, “I’m pretty tired, man.”

It’s not a denial, but Rem’s different, shitfaced, whiskey heavy on his lips and in his limbs, and Nakoa likes him normal, likes him sober, likes the way he lingers. Often, Nakoa wonders if he imagines the lingering.

He doesn’t question it. But the stark difference between sober and drunk feels like night and day, and Nakoa would rather not.

If Rem asks, the answer is yes. But Nakoa prefers not giving him the opportunity to ask. It’s easier to deny him.

Sometime in the night, Rem wakes and vomits over the side of the bed. Nakoa m, eyes heavy with sleep, says nothing. Presses himself against Rem’s back when he’s done, wracking his brain for a song. Settles in on “Friday I’m in Love” after he decides The Clash might be too fast.

His forehead is sweaty against Rem’s shoulder blades. But he doesn’t pull away, keeps humming for Rem well after the song is through, continuing with Modern English and Simple Minds.

“You don't have to do this.”

Nakoa doesn’t falter in his humming, just drops a hand over Rem’s waist and tugs him in.

He pressed his mouth against Rem’s skin, not like a kiss, bur as much like one as he dares. He hums, holds Rem’s denial behind his teeth, doesn’t answer.

“Clutch,” Rem says, pressing on Nakoa’s left knee. “Middle is brake. Right’s gas.” He taps the gear shift. “So, driving. Ease off the gas a bit, onto the clutch, shift, off the clutch, onto the gas.”

Nakoa blinks. His heart beats, strong and steady in his chest. “And to move?”

Rem’s voice holds its tone when he speaks, walks Nakoa through the steps. The car stalls under Nakoa’s guidance the first three times, but Rem pushes him forward, encouragement heavy in his words, and Nakoa’s chest swells with pride when he can finally drive his way across the parking lot.

They traded in the junker for this piece of shit, more torn up than the last. It smells like weed and vomit and pine trees, but it gets better mileage, and the speakers aren't blown out, and Rem won fifteen hundred in a bet on the game two nights ago.

The Earth feels less like Jello beneath Nakoa's feet.

Rem grips his thigh when Nakoa turns through the parking lot, pleased as he lets out a yell, and—oh.

Nakoa kills the engine, and the car comes to a slow stop. “Fuck.”

But Rem waves it away. “It’s great! Shit, I burnt out Billi’s clutch the first time I tried—” But at the mention of his mother, Rem’s expression falls. He shoves open the door, says, “Enough for today.”

They’re in Utah. Have been for a few days, after replacing the windshield in Colorado, after Jenna.

Yesterday, Nakoa got inexplicably homesick, stared at a payphone for five minutes, and convinced himself not to call.

Barely.

They settle into each other’s seats. The beauty of this van, Nakoa realizes, is that it isn’t; an old, clunker of a beast, with the back seats torn out and a sunroof modded in. Except for showers, they don’t need motels anymore.

Their trip got a hell of a lot cheaper. And, heading into LA, Nakoa’s not sure how far their money will go.

Relieved to be out of the driver’s seat, back under Rem’s practiced hand, Nakoa reaches for the cigarettes and lights up.

His voice echoes. “Think we can find a mattress?”

“One that isn’t covered in shit or blood?” Rem shrugs. “Guess we’ll find out.”

They do; kind of. They definitely find the mattress. An old, stained old thing from an old woman in the city, who’s upgrading for her and her husband. She takes one look at the van, one look at Nakoa and Rem, and pats Rem’s hand with a twinkle in her eye. “I expect you boys will get plenty of use out of it.”

She winks at Nakoa, and Nakoa offers her an uncertain smile. Rem looks like his head is going to blow off if she doesn’t let go of it.

The manhandle the mattress into the back of the van after Nakoa hands over the twenty. The mattress isn’t stained, isn’t old, but it’s floral and weak and smells of mothballs, and when Nakoa shuts the door to the passenger seat, it already reeks of old perfume in the van.

Rem sits next to him, quiet and pensive. Doesn’t start the van.

Nakoa waits, but ten minutes and he’s still sitting there. “What?”

“What’d she mean by that?”

By… what? “Who?”

“Getting use out of it. That’s not fucked up to you?”

For the— “Rem, she probably meant with girls.”

“…Right.”

“You’re really worried about what some random old woman has to say about shit?” Nakoa’s not exactly out and proud, but this isn’t under his skin. Rem picks at what’s left of the polish on his nails, his body tense and unforgiving. “Rem.”

“Never mind.”

He’s ashamed, then; that’s what that means. His mothers, he has mothers, and he still feels shame. Nakoa’s own family makes jokes at the expense of people like them, has told him that if one of their children was queer they’d set them straight, and Rem’s the one sitting here worried about what this old woman thinks of them.

But it’s not anger that courses through Nakoa’s veins, thinking that. Instead, confusion muddles his brain. He tries to think of something, anything, to make him feel better, but there’s nothing. Not words, anyway. Nakoa licks his lips, he’s about to suggest that they go to a park, or an abandoned parking garage or something and they can christen the new mattress, but Rem puts the van gear and drives off.

They hit up a department store for the sheets, and Nakoa spends twenty minutes glaring at on-sale camping gear trying to find sleeping bags that don’t look like shit while Rem searches for pillows, and Nakoa feels the weight of his remaining money in his pocket like a brick.

He’s not sure how much is left. Between the van, the motels, food, Nakoa’s sure it’s dwindling. Rem says nothing, just brings home dinner, whiskey, less and less every day.

Nakoa buys the blankets. What else are they supposed to do—go back home?

They find a place on an empty road, far from the city, that night, coyotes howling in the distance, a small campfire built out of the back end of the van. Rem hangs his legs off the van, stares up at the sky. A bottle of whiskey sits between his legs. Bowie plays softly in the background.

Nakoa’s not sure of the last time he’d been this happy. In Utah, of all places, so far from home that Withervale feels like a separate fucking planet.

In the clear night, the glow of the crackling fire, Nakoa wonders if Rem would agree. If he seems happy, or if he is happy. Rem never fucking talks to him, tells him to fuck off if Nakoa gets too close. If he missteps. He’s a jackass.

Nakoa’s afraid of how much he likes him anyway. If, once they get to LA, if Rem will enjoy it. If he’ll enjoy it too much.

He reaches for the whiskey, pleased by the noise Rem makes as he goes for it. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

Rem’s laugh comes stark and surprising, echoes across the empty space, and Nakoa wants to kiss him until he feels that warmth through his entire body. “Probably the only thing I can get up right now.”

Snorting, Nakoa lifts the whiskey to his lips, savors the taste, the taste, and heat that pools in his stomach. “This is,” he says, but doesn’t know what he wants to say. Captivated by the stars, by the scenery. But Rem’s quiet, comforting presence beside him—

Nakoa wants to kiss him. Press him into the flowery, old mattress behind them and undress him, kiss down his chest and blow him, press into him until Nakoa’s name rests on his lips soft and tense. Until Rem clenches his teeth and his groan comes from his chest and.

Fuck. He wants, so much, to make Rem feel so good that he forgets what the world has done to him.

“I’ve thought about living off the land before. Away from the city. Own a little farm or something.” An orchard. Some goats. Chickens, the modern dinosaurs they are, and Nakoa presses his finger against the ankylosaurus tattoo on his side. Thinks back to the artist that did it for him, briefly, and what he’s doing.

If he remembers Nakoa at all.

“Get the fuck away from people,” Rem says. He sounds tired, now, drunk. He hops from the van and kicks dirt over the fire. It’s dark enough that Nakoa can’t make out Rem’s features without direct light.

“Yeah.” But not Rem. “Dunno. Don’t wanna get kicked in the head, either.” Doesn’t want to give Rem up. He holds that deep inside his chest, though, locked away where he hopes Rem won’t find it, where Nakoa himself won’t be tempted to look.

When Rem says nothing, Nakoa crawls up the mattress, knees scraping the cool metal of the floor of the van. He tugs one of the sleeping bags over his body, presses his face into his pillow and sighs.

He’s not sure when Rem shuts the door and joins him, but Rem lies there, on his back, until Nakoa’s loopy with exhaustion and alcohol, and on the verge of sleep. Nakoa hears him say, “I—”

And then Nakoa passes out.

#road to nowhere au #my writing #I do a poor job of showing it but nakoa is bi

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ciscoatthedisco · 5 years

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Prompt: After all these years, it’s you. It’s always been you. (This is 2 sentences whoops)

(dw I consider this one sentence)

Cisco had been feeling lonelier and lonelier as of late. It felt like everyone around him was happy and in love.

Joe had Cecile and they had Jenna, Barry had Iris and they had Nora- even though they weren’t supposed to have her yet- Ralph had a new girlfriend, Sherloque was back on his earth visiting one of his recent ex-wives.

Everyone had someone, except Cisco.

Well, he always had Caitlin. The had each other, he supposed. But it wasn't the same as what everyone else had.

She basically saw him as her brother.

“So, we’ll all meet at Joe’s at 6 and head downtown?” Barry sealed their plans.

A Chorus of “Sounds great” sang throughout the cortex.

Cisco and Caitlin blinked, staring at the others that had just made group date plans right in front of them.

“What?” Iris searched for the reason to their stares.

“You guys are really just gonna make plans for a group date. Right in front of us lonely people.” Cisco barely moved when he spoke, still staring at these inconsiderate people.

“Sorry, guys,” Barry didn’t seem very sincere

“Even I think that’s cold,” KillerFrost appeared, putting in her two cents.

Cisco turned to leave and Catilin followed.

“Guys, come on,” Barry’s voice was heard behind them.

“Can’t hear you!” Cisco called back, the two of them still leaving the room.

“Hey, Cisco?” Caitlin spoke up.

They had gone to hide out in his lab after they had felt left out in the rest of the teams plan making.

“Hmm?” he didn’t look up from his work.

Caitlin had been sitting next to him, reading a book and leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Why don’t we go on our own date?” she spoke, not looking away from her book.

Cisco tensed up and he hoped she didn’t feel it, as her head was still on his shoulder.

Was she serious?

“What do you mean?” he tried to focus back on the device he was tweaking to hide the fact that he was freaking the heck out.

“We should go on our own date and have way more fun than them.”

“So you just want to make them jealous,” Cisco relaxed, but his heart sank.

“No, I wanna go on a date with you and have fun. And then talk about it in front of them so they can’t pity us all next week.”

“You really want to go on a date with me?” he dropped what he was doing this time.

“Yeah,” she sounded surprised, sitting up to look at him.

“Like a real date?”

“Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” he caught himself. “I mean, yes, that would be fun actually.”

“Good. You’ll pick me up at 6.” She winked and went back to her book.

Cisco decided to be classy and knock on her door after breaching to her apartment.

He dressed up as she had asked him to do. He usually only dressed up this much for weddings and funerals, but for Caitlin? He’d do anything.

The door opened and she stood there in a velvety green dress that brushed her knees. Her hair was braided up and her lips painted pink.

“Wow, look at you,” she smiled at his coat and bowtie.

“Look at yourself!”

She laughed.

“Seriously, Caitlin, you look gorgeous.” he gave a look so she would know he was serious.

“Thank you. You look gorgeous yourself, sir.” she winked at him.

“Can I tell you something? Completely transparent.” Cisco spoke up on their walk home from dinner.

“We’ve been transparent, telling secrets all night. Why stop now?” she laughed.

“I really love you.”

“And I really love you.”

“I’m not sure we’re talking about the same things, Cait.” he looked down at his shoes.

“Well, then what do you mean?” her arm had been linked in his, and she placed her oposite hand on the arm that protected her right side.

“I mean,” he paused, almost scared to continue. “It’s you. You’re the one I want to go everywhere with. Dates, the grocery store, double dates, group dates, the movies, the doctor, the fair, the pharmacy. I want to do all of life with you.”

Caitlin stopped them.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do. You of all people should know I rarely say things I don’t mean” he chuckled.

“It’s you, Caitlin. You’re the one I want to be with all the time. It’s you.”

She still didn’t speak, making him start ti panic.

“After all these years, it’s you. It’s always been you.” he smiled, grabbing her left hand in his right.

“Cisco, I-” he cut her off in the fear of everything crumbling.

“Please don’t feel weird about this. If you dont feel the way I do, then things can stay the way they are. I love the way things are. I love spending time with you. We don’t have to add romance on top of this for me to be happy. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. I-” it was her turn to cut him off. With a kiss.

As she broke the bond, a big grin painted his face.

“That’s the softest and gentlest way I’ve ever been told to shut the hell up” he laughed.

“It’s you, for me, too” she smiled.

“Talk about making everyone jealous on Monday.” he laughed before she kissed him again.

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