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#fuck I went for so long without checking the news for the sake of my mental health
ech0schamber · 10 months
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i hope your injury gets better asap!! but as for requests,, how about dazai/ranpo reacting to you waking up after being in a coma for a year(s)?
awhh, thank you :] and sorry this took so long, i totally forgot to check my computer lmao
and damn, jumping straight into the angst lets go
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☆i just had to use this gif i couldn't find the one from oda's scene
☆ANYWAYS
☆you had been on a mission with dazai when you got severely injured, he had tried to get you out of the area and to a hospital as fast as he could, but you still went into a coma due to your injuries
☆he had tried his hardest to stay stronger for you, but as soon as he was told that you were in a coma and that the doctors had no idea when you were going to wake up, he immediately wanted to sob his eyes out
☆he got incredibly drunk that night
☆for the first couple of months, he visited you every day. even if it meant that he left work early to see you. for once, kunikida never scolded him about it
☆eventually, he stopped visiting as frequently. it went from everyday, to every couple of days, to maybe once a week. it got to the point that he would only visit you a handful of times every mouth. the longer you were there, the more and more hope he lost
☆during this time, his alcoholic tendencies got worse, he ended up hurting himself more, even his suicide attempts got worse and more frequent. everyone at the agency started to look after him, hell, even chuuya started to look after him
☆you had finally woke up from your coma, and you immediately asked where dazai was. once the doctors checked your vitals and made sure you weren't at risk for falling into another coma, they had called dazai to tell him
☆he was at the agency when they called, now normally, he wouldn't answer his phone, but he had saved the number of the hospital just in case
☆he almost broke down as soon as he heard that you were awake. he basically ran out of the agency, much to kunikida's dislike. (he understands once he finds out your awake though)
☆it took him like 10 minutes to get to the hospital bc his lanky ass ran the whole way there
☆the second that he walked into the hospital room and saw that you truly had woken up, the tears immediately started falling. he hugged you and sobbed into your shoulder for almost an hour before he could calm himself down
☆thankfully, the doctors had informed you that you were in a coma for over a year, so you didn't freak out when this happened
☆you had held him tightly the whole time, whispering reassuring and comforting comments to him the whole time
☆once he had finally fully calmed down, he gave you a big ol' smooch
☆he took a second to text kunikida to give him the news, and to ask for the next few days off, dazai was not going to leave your side. if the hospital staff wasn't willing to let him stay, they would probably have to drag his ass out of the hospital
☆but, for the sake of my sanity, the doctors were nice and let him stay :]
☆now, after being in a coma for that long, your muscle start to weaken and basically give out on themselves. i mean, you were stuck in one position for over a year, that to be expected. you are going to be stuck in a wheelchair for a while, your legs can't carry your weight anymore
☆dazai was very willing to help you with your physical therapy, he basically moved himself into your apartment to help you. he'd even leave in the middle of work if you called him stating you needed help with something
☆jumping forward a bit, you're on crutches now, and can walk around your apartment without much help now
☆now that dazai's head had finally fully processed that you were awake, he'd become clingy as fuck. he wanted to cling to you earlier, but he was terrified of accidentally hurting you
☆you got yourself a human koala now, congrats ;]
☆he is going to get possessive of you, he lost you for a year, he is not going to let you out of his sight for a long time. don't even think about trying to go onto a dangerous mission, he will trap you, and threaten his co-workers if they try to assign you a mission they know is dangerous. you are probably going to have to reel it in a bit, he can get very possessive at times, but it is because he is absolutely terrified that you are going to get injured and he won't be able to save you
☆please comfort him, he needs a lot of love after that
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☆ohhh this poor baby
☆he knew that you were going to get hurt by taking this mission, and he told you that. you still went, ignoring his warning. he did not know that you were going to be sent into a coma due to your injuries
☆he, of course, stayed back at the agency, his job doesn't intel mission work like yours does, but he knew something was very wrong when you didn't come back when you supposed to
☆he was contacted by the hospital, as he was your emergency contact. he was absolutely devastated by the news. for once, he just quietly left. he didn't even tell fukuzawa what was happening, he only found out later when yosano had reported back to everyone.
☆he didn't go to the hospital immediately. instead, he went home and bawled his eyes out. he didn't know what to do, and it honestly made him fill like a lost child again
☆he visited you everyday. he didn't care if you didn't wake up from the coma, he would still visit you every single day
☆he cried. a lot. it ended up taking a toll on his mental health, everyone at the agency had noticed and started caring for him in your absence, he even ended up staying at fukuzawa's place several times bc he couldn't bear the thought of going home alone
☆anytime his phone went off, he'd immediately checked it to see if it was the hospital calling
☆when the hospital did finally call though? he shot out of the agency at lightning speed, his beloved was finally awake and he was not going to let them be alone for very long
☆he quite literally threw himself onto you when he finally saw you. the doctors were not to pleased by this, but neither of you cared
☆he cried into your shoulder for the longest time, clinging onto you as he was afraid that you would disappear into thin air if he let go of you, so there is no way he didn't stay with basically the whole time you were in the hospital
☆he'd also be very willing to help you with physical therapy! and he'd make sure you'd eat properly, you probably lost a lot of weight
☆literally made a rule that if he tells you not to go on a mission, you don't go on that mission. like, no one at the agency would let you leave for said mission, even fukuzawa wouldn't assign you cases if ranpo said that you were going to get hurt on them
☆get ready for possessive ranpo, he is going to make sure that will never happen again
☆will literally ask yosano to go kill a bitch if they lay their hands on you
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while you can request angst headcanons as much as you want, please be aware that they are not going to be first priority! while i absolutely love writing angsty stuff, it's not always gonna be easy for me to do so
please don't let that stop you from requesting! i love to see all your ideas!
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mooncalvin · 1 year
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Ask nicely // George Russell
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Summary: you hadn't planned to go home with someone at Lando's birthday party, but how could you resist him?
Warnings: +18 (mdni), sexual content
Words: 1,3k
This is my first smut, I hope it doesn’t suck! Also, english is not my first language.
You weren’t really sure of why Charlotte has insisted so much on you coming to this party. It was one of her boyfriend Charles' friend's birthday, and you knew Lance was going to be there.
“I’m not really keen on going out tonight, Char” you whined.
“Come on girl, you haven’t left this apartment since you two broke up, it’s time you stop moaning and start looking for some fun, maybe you can meet someone there” she insisted.
“Well, then help me look for an outfit, I don’t even know what to wear” you got up and went to your closet. “What do you think?” you showed her a yellow floral dress that you haven’t worn in a long time.
“Are we going to the beach? I told you the party was in that new club downstreet”
“Then what the fuck am I supposed to wear?” you sighed.
“Well, what about this? You’ll look fucking hot” she picked up a dark blue dress that you didn’t even remember you had bought. 
“I don’t think I can fit in that, I bought it ages ago”
“Just try it, for god’s sake” you could see her starting to get frustrated, so you went along with it and went to the bathroom to get changed. When you came out she looked up from her phone and grinned at you. “Well, didn’t know I could be such a good stylist, I wish I had those tits” You couldn’t help but laugh as you went for a pair of heels. “Charles is already waiting for us, hurry up”.
“Okay okay, I’m ready”.
When you arrived it was already crowded, but of course that wasn’t a problem when you were by probably the most famous monegasque, so you went into the club before you couldn’t even notice.
You couldn't help but look around to see if Lance was already here, and there he was, talking to someone you didn’t know. How could you, when in the two years that your relationship lasted he was that insistent in keeping you out of this world, telling you that being with you helped him to get away from it all.
“Hey, you are here” Lando greeted you all. He hugged Charles and Charlotte and then looked at you.
“Happy birthday” you said sheepishly, feeling a bit uneasy.
“Thanks. It’s been ages, how are you? How about going for a drink?” he asked you, with a welcoming smile. 
You all went to the bar, where Alex and George were asking for their own drinks. You noticed how they turned at your arrival, and also how George was checking you out shamelessly. You couldn’t help but blush and look away, not without noticing him smirking. 
“Hey, you are here!” Alex said cheerfully, he was one of the few drivers you kept in contact with, since his girlfriend Lily was a good friend of yours. He put his arm around your shoulders and turned around so you were looking at George. “Hey mate, do you know her?” you cringed, wanting the earth to swallow you up.
“I don’t have the pleasure” he answered and grinned at you as he extended his hand. You were confused, he couldn't be flirting with you, he didn’t even know you. You offered him your hand, not really knowing what else to do, he took it and kissed it, earning a nervous laugh from you. He looked like he was playing a game, and you only wanted to let yourself be carried by it. It was Charles who burst your bubble, looking a bit uncomfortable with the interaction. 
“Well we’re going to say hello to Pierre” and as he said it they were already gone, leaving you and George alone. After some small talk, and half of your drink, your inhibitions were gone, so you approached him and whispered into his ear.
“Wanna go dancing?” he grabbed your hand and dragged you onto the dance floor. 
There was nothing pure in the way you two were dancing, rubbing your bodies together without leaving any space in between. After a few songs you saw Lance approaching the dancefloor with the girl who he had cheated on you during the last months of your relationship, that was Lance, he always got what he wanted, so why would he have settled with only one girlfriend. George noticed the way your attitude changed and looked at where you were looking at.
“No, you cannot be,” he said.
“What do you mean?” you asked him, confused.
“Are you Stroll’s girlfriend?” you didn’t really know how he could know that, taking into account that you have never spoken before. He explained himself “he was always bragging about this girlfriend of his, about how sexy she was, and I used to laugh at him thinking he was lying, but damn was he right”
“Why?” you asked, losing into his intense stare.
“You sure are sexy as hell” that is all it took for you to grab his face and kiss him, never having felt so bold. He continued to kiss you, his hands firmly on your waist until you couldn't breathe. He started laughing “I think someone is enjoying the show” you turned around and saw Lance looking at you, almost red with fury. Normally you would have stopped what you were doing, but this night the only thing that mattered was George and you. 
“Let’s get out of here” you said and after passing through Lance, leaving him shocked, you were out of the club. 
You couldn’t keep your hands off each other, messy kisses and desperate touches. You ran off the taxi when you arrived at his hotel, hurrying up til you reached his room. He was quick to remove your clothes, getting you out of your dress as his kisses started going down. He nibbled at your neck, one hand at your nape while the other went to your breast, circling your nipple with his finger and pinching it. You couldn't help but moan as you felt him touching you. 
You went for his shirt, unbuttoning it and discarding it with your dress. He fumbled a bit with his belt and got out of his trousers. Then he picked you up and moved you to his bed, getting on top of you. 
“Well, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes” he said cheekily, as he kissed up and down your thighs.
“Come on” you whined.
“Ask nicely, if you really want it” 
“Please touch me George”
“Good girl” he grinned as he started to lick your pussy, eating you out like he was starved. As you were getting close you grabbed him by his hair, but it suddenly stopped. You moaned at the loss of contact, but he was quick to kiss you, making you taste yourself in your mouth.
“I don’t want you to come til I’m inside you darling” he stated. He seated him at the head of the bed and started stroking himself softly, all while staring at you. You blushed a bit at the situation, but took his silent invitation to ride him. You put him slowly inside you, feeling the stretch, it had been a long time since you have had sex, and well, he was big.
“God you feel so tight” he laid his head on your shoulder and kissed your collarbone as his hands went to your ass, encouraging you to move. The air was filled with your moans and grunts, the sound of skins clashing and the headboard against the wall. 
“Am I better than him? Did he fucked you this good?”
“No George”
“Say my name again” he groaned
“Please George, harder” you begged him. You wouldn’t last much longer
“Babe I’m close” he said.
“Me too, George” 
“Then come for me darling” and that was it. You both reached your high and then fell on the bed. Your naked bodies lying together.
“Well are you up for round two?” he asked. You definitely were in for a long night.
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sheerxfiction · 26 days
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Calm Down
Eustass Kid X Reader
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He woke up pretty cranky, and he's your responsibility.
"I just don't think it's a good idea for you to start drinking while you're still mad…" Killer calmly suggested. "Why not??" "Because you're already angry, so we don't need to add 'rampaging idiot' to the mix of adjectives to describe you." You interjected, walking into the fray. "You need to calm the fuck down, Kid."
tags~ fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, cannabis usage, Kid is a snippy little bitch in the beginning
w/c~ 2.2k
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The whole ship could always tell when Kid was going to be pissy for the day; he made it so obvious. When he woke up and the sound of thumping was loud enough to be heard by most, that was a sign things were gonna be bad for the day, that thought usually confirmed by some remarkably loud grumbling. Today was one of those predictably bad days, the afternoon beginning with loud cursing and a thump so loud it startled at least half the ship and alerted them that he had awoken. You even heard it yourself from your room, and you rolled your eyes, knowing you'd be expected to calm him down today. He was your boyfriend after all.
"I can fix him. Everyone else will just have to suffer with his attitude for a little bit." You groaned, rolling over in your bed. "What did these poor fools do before me?"
There was loads more clamor to follow your captain's late awakening, and what sounded like him dropping his prosthetic arm several times before a magnetic hum and thunk sound signified that he had gotten it on. For being a walking magnet, he sure had one of the most difficult times dealing with his arm. For the sake of your sanity, you decided to hang back in your room for a while and think of the best way to calm your cranky captain and lover down. He'd surely give you a headache if you went out there right now. You just had to hope he wouldn't be too much to handle for a while.
You had maybe twenty minutes of peace before Kid's outbursts had become too much for the others. The knock at your door pulled you from your brainstorming, and you sat upright in your bed when you heard the door creak open to see who it was. Very few crew members were allowed entry without your verbal approval, so you weren't surprised when Heat stepped into your room. He looked… concerned, which caused you to roll your eyes and sit forward with your head in your hand, groaning audibly.
"Oh boy… What news to you bring to me in regards to my lovely darling Kid?" You dared to ask, looking up at Heat through your fingers.
"Well… So far he's bitched everyone out. Killer is currently attempting to keep him calm. Who knows how long that will last though; he's pretty insistent and hard headed." Heat informed you.
"Bless Killer and all he does for us." You sighed. "Okay, I have an idea on how to get him to chill out. I'll be out there in fifteen minutes tops."
"Good to hear. Hopefully he won't rip anyone's head off in the meantime." Heat chuckled. "I should get back to Killer though. Last I checked he was going for the beer, and you know how he gets after one too many tankards of that."
"Oh boy do I ever." You said with a shake of your head. "Fifteen minutes. I promise."
Heat took your word and left you alone in your room once again. When the clamor outside had returned to a muffle, you groaned and hauled yourself off of your bed and padded over to to your dresser, reaching behind a specific drawer to pull out your hidden stash of bud. A few joints should do the trick to calm Kid down from his more than likely nonsensical hissy fit. With a content sigh, you took advantage of these last moments of peace and rolled up five joints in no time flat, sliding four of them in a neat little tin and the fifth behind your ear. It only took you ten minutes to do so thanks to muscle memory, and it was a damn good thing you were quick because something else came crashing down around you, nearly startling the weed out of your hands.
"What a grumpy bitch." You huffed, sliding your joint tin into your back pocket. "Poor Killer… Alright, my turn then."
With a sigh, you shoved your door open and made your way up to the deck where you could hear Kid's voice coming from. By the time you got there, you had heard the word 'no' come from Killer's mouth several times. Sure enough, Killer stood blocking the door to the booze storage, turning Kid away every time he attempted to go for a beer. Any time the redhead tried to magnetize the door off of its hinges to get in, someone else who was nearby would step in and scold him just enough to stop him. The group shaming method worked well on your fool of a captain, but it wouldn't last forever.
"Move Killer. Let me cope with this shitty fuckin' day with one shitty fuckin' beer!" Kid demanded, practically fuming.
"I just don't think it's a good idea for you to start drinking while you're still mad…" Killer calmly suggested.
"Why not??"
"Because you're already angry, so we don't need to add 'rampaging idiot' to the mix of adjectives to describe you." You interjected, walking into the fray. "You need to calm the fuck down, Kid."
The redhead's brow twitched, and a vein damn near popped out of his forehead when he whipped around to face you. "Calm down?? You want me to fuckin' caLM DO-" Kid cut himself off when he noticed the joint you had put between your fingers, watching as you waved it very deliberately at him. "… Oh."
"Yeah, I would like you to calm down. You need to before you pop a blood vessel, so c'mere." You told him, stepping backwards with a gesture for him to follow.
He let out a low grumble, staring at you for a moment while others watched on in silence, worried for the response their captain may possibly give. Those who were worried simply weren't familiar with your relationship though, as they had no reason to be worried at all. Kid let out a puff of air and stopped trying to ransack the booze storage, stepping away and letting you take his hand to lead him even further away. Relief washed over the unfamiliar few, and Killer nodded at you in thanks' Kid already being noticeably less tense. You mouthed that you would handle him before you led him off too his room to bring his simmering rage out of the open atmosphere.
"Listen, Kid, I don't know why you're so pissy right now, but you can't take it out on your crew, or a damn pint." You huffed.
"Oh so weed is any better?" Kid challenged you as you tugged him into his room.
"In this case, yes, because you're an asshole when you're drink so you'll just end up even more upset instead of feeling better. That's counterproductive. Have a joint with me instead and ease your soul, babe. Don't fuckin fuel your own hellfire and calm down." You told him with crossed arms.
He stared at you for a good moment again, huffing because he knew you were right. This was why he loved you; you were never afraid to say shit as it was to him, and you levelled out a lot of his hectic thoughts this way. You were too perfect to him.
"Fine. You're right." He admitted.
"Glad to see you've come to your senses." You huffed. "Now go ahead and get comfy. Take off that damn arm of yours you spent so long tryna get on too. No need for it."
With a bit of a groan, Kid acknowledged your request and let his arm drop down to the ground again, deliberately this time. Next he tossed his goggles onto his desk and tugged his shirt and coat off before stretching like he had just shrugged off the weight of the world.
"Really? I said get comfortable, not strip." You chuckled, looking him up and down.
"This is comfortable." He insisted. "Besides, you don't seem to be too upset by this choice of mine."
"Oh shush."
You gave him a shove right in the middle of his chest, toppling him over onto his bed. He laughed at you, already much more relaxed as you crawled up on top of him, straddling his hips while you pulled a lighter out of your pocket to spark life into your joint. Kid backed up a little to lean against the wall more comfortably while he held you at your hip, watching you light up the joint with admiration in his eyes.
"Do a couple deep breaths for me. Get some air into that meaty head of yours so you can have an easier time calming down." You instructed.
"What? No. That's stupid." He huffed.
"Do it."
He rolled his eyes at you and started with an elongated sigh.
"Yes, I'll accept the dramatic sigh as one. Now take a couple more." You chuckled.
Something always compelled Kid to listen to you, so he took those deep breaths while you took a couple drags on the joint you just lit. By the time he had started on his third breath, you leaned down and exhaled some of your smoke into his mouth, sealing his lips with a kiss like no other. He let out a pleased hum, his grip on you tightening a little while he melted into your lead. The remainder of the smoke puffed out of your noses while you kissed so sweetly, only stopping when you needed to take a proper breath of air. When you pulled away, smoke curled between you, and you looked down at him so lovingly you could say he looked shy in comparison.
"Mmm, you're already doing much better." You hummed.
"Tsk… Just gimme the joint." He mumbled.
"About time you asked for it."
With the joint still between your fingers, you brought it over to his lips and let him take it with his mouth. Biting it a bit, he took it and a drag from it all in one go; which impressed you quite a bit. It wasn't often someone could take a drag with no hands.
"Wow, look at you~. No hands~" You pointed out.
"You haven't really given me any other choice, babe." He replied, giving you a squeeze around your waist again. "I've only got one arm, and I ain't lettin' go of ya."
"Aw, how sweet of you~" You giggled, leaning into him. "You're not gonna give that joint back either, are ya?"
"Nope."
"Tsk, ass. Good thing I brought more." You scoffed.
You leaned down further, pressing your chest to his and holding eye contact while you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your case of joints. He raised a brow at you as you leaned back, plucking a fresh joint from the tin before you tossed it over onto his desk.
"Hold still for me and take a drag so I can light mine off of yours." You told him, hovering the tip of your joint centimeters away from his.
"How romantic." He chuckled, still taking that drag.
You sparked your joint off of the tip of his, both of you exhaling a sizeable smoke cloud that curled around your faces. The high already weighing down on the both of you, you mumbled for him to prop up his knees for you to lay back on, to which he did without question. Resting comfortably against his thighs, you placed a free hand over his that still held firm to your hip, tracing over his knuckles while you continued to smoke.
"Mmm, do you have an ashtray anywhere nearby, babe?" You asked.
"No, but…" Kid paused, removing his hand from you for the first time since you sat down to catch a small object that flew across the room with a low hum. "Now I do." He said, revealing that object to be a metal ashtray.
"Nice." You laughed, tapping off your ash into it before he set it down off to the side.
He took a moment to ash his joint as well while his hand was free, and in that moment, you found yourself gazing at the little smile that had come to rest on his hazed expression. It made you chuckle, and that caught his attention, his reddened eyes looking back at you in return.
"What??"
"Ah, nothin'~" You hummed. "You just look like you're doing a lot better now. I'm glad."
"Tch… I suppose I am." He nodded, looking away.
"Aw, you admitted it!" You giggled.
"Only cause it's you." He pouted, finishing off his joint.
A wide smile broke out on your face while he put out his joint. You finished yours off as much as you could before you rested it on the inside edge of the ashtray, leaning forward to reclaim Kid's now free lips as yours again. He hummed in surprise, but was pleased nonetheless, his hand returning to your waist once again. When you broke away, you decided to lay yourself down atop his chest this time instead, looking up at him sweetly.
"I love you too, Kid."
Oh and how you loved the way his cheeks would explode with red after those words; every single time.
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antiwhores · 2 years
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Brand New; Bakugouxreader
After chasing you away when it was revealed that you were pregnant, you start a new life. The baby didn’t survive so your life was your own withiut trave of him. A life without Bakugou. Can he do the same as good as you? You’re happy. Is he?
TW: hurt, angst, no comfort for Bakugou, unwanted pregnancy, miscarriage, break ups, fighting (verbal), good ending for reader, not proof read, unprotected sex, hatred.
I was just in that angsty mood yk? Yall btw, i wanna cut my vagina off fr. And i dont want myears anymore. Whats the point of hearing if it only works sometimes?! Ugh.
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You resented him. Bakugou was officially dead to you. In fact he had been dead to you for a while. But when he decided to pop up into your life and try to ruin it again. You were pissed.
During your sophmore year of highschool you were dating Bakugou. You two were childhood friends, attached at the hip. But when he decided that fucking with a faulty condom would be a good thing, even when you protested, it all changed.
He got you pregnant. All because he didn’t wanna wait to get his dick wet till he could get a new condom to replace of the one he’d been carrying in his pocket for the whole span of the 3 day camping trip you two took.
Didn’t he understand that this was a huge change for you too? No, he was selfish.
“I don’t have time for a damn child! Im trying to be a hero for gods sake!” “Okay?! You can’t just try to force and abortion on me like that you piece of shit! This was all you! And you think I don’t have shit to do with my life to?!” “Your life isnt as important as mine!”
You packed your shit and left that week. You never looked back. And you regret nothing.
You moved out to the far countryside of Japan. Somewhere hidden in the fog of a deserted, closed off town. You finished your highschool years in that small little village. You got to know everyone in the town. You went to college in another side of the outskirts and graduated with a degree that would keep you happy.
The baby didn’t survive, you didn’t even have time to think about whether or not you wanted to keep it before it died. You remember going to the doctor about a day or two after the incident to check on the parasite in your stomach. It was gone.
You remember laughing biterly, tears whelling up at what the doctor told you. All that bickering and loss just for a false alarm. You were sick.
Now, for the first time in a long time, you were happy. You were 24 with a house and car, a stable job, plenty of non-judging allies, friends and good relationships, financial stability, a nice area of living, and most of all; you were without him.
You swore never to step back into the city again unless absolutely necessary. Not even for family visits. The family that did want to see you came out to you instead of vice versa. You also made sure not to tell any of your old friends where you had gone.
You knew he patrolled the streets. Even if theres a small chance you’d see him again, you wanted to prevent that at all costs.
But apparently no matter how far you ran, the past ran faster.
Everyone in the town knew eachothers stories and you were no exception. The town knew that you had been betrayed by such a famous man. They were kind, they took down any advertisements for the man, they talked shit whenever he came up on tv, etc.
So of course all hell broke loose when he came to your small town to work on a case. They knew they needed to keep you away from him and they knew how.
So, as Bakugou was roaming the streets, spreading his bitter aura like the plague on everything he touched, you hid.
The plan was almost compromised when he met eyes with you breifly. You were in a neighbors house when it happened. Everyone had just been notified that he came through so you weren’t ready.
You dissapeared from the window as quickly as you came. Even though he beckoned himself a fool, a crazy man for even thinking his first love was in this building after all these years still as gorgeous as he remembers; he still found himself walking up to the door and placing a firm knock.
It was not you whom answered his knock but the neighbor. A tiny brown woman with glassy green eyes who looked about 25. A coldness wafted off of her as she questioned his reasoning for knocking. He felt like a borderline schizophrenic. According to himself, he was just so deperate to see her again that when he saw a woman around the same age as you he was stiff and stunned.
He packed his shit and left that week. He looked back. He regreted everything.
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cherryinsalemverse · 1 year
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Batmom!Reader x Batfam
Summary: It is a fic inspired by that one youtube playlist. Wordcount: 1136 Warnings: I do NOT own anything in this fic! The characters nor the playlist! But please check the playlist it is awesome! Also this is my first fic and English is not my mother tongue. I'm sorry for every grammar mistake I made. Please enjoy.
 You wanted to believe that it was a joke. You wanted to believe that he made it in time. That Jason was still alive. You wanted to, with every cell in your body. Yet you knew. Bruce would never lie to you. He would never make a joke that would hurt you. 
The news crushed your heart into million pieces, it crushed your life apart too. At first, you were angry at yourself. You knew the second Jason was the new Robin. You knew you should have prevented it. Instead of helping him to be a better fighter to protect himself, you should have protected him from his choices. He was just a kid. Your kid. With or without blood.
You loved Jason as much as you loved Dick. Definitely more than yourself and maybe more than Bruce too. And it saddened you the moment he told you, you were not his 'mom'. You knew it was the heat of the argument. You both got louder and louder and being stubborn none of you took a step back. He screamed.
"You can't just try to push yourself into my life! I fucking hate you! Stay away from me, you're not even my mom for fucks sake. You're just a pretend, playing house with Bruce!"
If you checked on him that night -when he left home- if you reached out to him instead of drowning in your own pain maybe you wouldn't be burning in a much stronger sorrow now. Because damn it hurt, it hurt you so much what he said to you. You tried to let it pass. 'He is a kid, he doesn't mean it.' But it didn't pass, it didn't get better. It only got worse the more time passed. His last words were ringing in your ears.
 His leaving was like a knife through your chest. You knew you would never feel better till you find him. You told yourself that you would talk with him and let him go if he still wouldn't want to be your boy. Your sweet boy. As long as he was safe, you would accept anything. But the knife through your chest only went deeper with time and pierced your heart when you learned he was long gone.
Time would heal any wound they said. Your wound only bled more. Dick was there for you. And Tim after him. Bruce was distancing himself. You couldn't help him then. Couldn't find the words in you to take him out of his guilt. No. Because once you got out of blaming yourself, you blamed him. It was his idea in the first place to take children to fight. It was him who couldn't protect your little angel. It was him who couldn't find him in time, get to him in time. Let him die and perish in the hands of a criminal who got away with way too much death. And it drove you nuts when he didn't avenge your son. How could he, let the man loose and alive after all that happened.
At last, you blamed the man himself. The clown that haunted your dreams. The Joker. That bastard was the real one you should blame. And you did indeed. You swear on your life that you would take down him even if you had to go down as well. You were not one to break her promises. 
Parting your way from Bruce, you suit up as the Scarlet. Lady Death, The Rednight. You didn't care about others than the Joker. As long as they were not connected you made alliances with the rest of the villains even. You needed resources of income and intel since Bruce was onto your back. At every chance, you got a hold of Joker he was there to save him from you. But you made it after much spent time. Learned from your mistakes and got yourself a chance to keep your promise. You tracked the bastard once he was out of Arkham. 
"Did you miss me mama bird?" said Joker once you took off the sack on his head. His hands were tied at his sides open. Bones were broken on both of his arms as well as his kneecaps. You didn't want to kill him just yet, he didn't deserve a peaceful death. No. Just like the video he sent, he was gonna be broken down in every way possible. Yet he was laughing. You placed your gun in his mouth not caring to answer. He was seeing this as a play. You were not.
The window of the warehouse broke down when Bruce came in, in his Batman costume. You didn't flinch, way too used to his schemes. You took out your other gun and pointed at him.
"Scarlet, drop your guns." his tone was like steel. "Be reasonable, killing him won't change anything." You bent your head to the side slightly.
"You have no idea just how reasonable I've been," you said. "He took my boy and if you can't take him out, Batman, I can." you opened the safety of the gun which you were pointing at Bruce.
"You don't understand. I don't think you've ever understood." he shook his head taking a step towards you. "You're putting the city in danger, letting those hell creatures loose."
You shot the wall next to him, barely missing one of his arms. "Sending those creatures after her instead of myself was mercy." he stopped midstep. You knew with Bruce's protection Harley was safe. For now. "And despite your hypocrisies and insults, I begged you to safely get out of my way." 
You turned your head to the Joker, ready to pull the trigger.
"No! God almighty. No. It'd be too damned easy." Bruce called out to you. 
"All I ever wanted to do was kill him. A day doesn't go by when I don't think about subjecting him to every horrendous torture he has dealt out to others. And then end him."
"Then end him. Let's end this here, tonight. I missed you, I missed my boys." your voice was close to a whisper. 
"But if I do that, if I allow myself to go down in that place I'll never come back." he took another step toward you, hands reached out.
"You've exhausted my patience. But I do hope you understand. And even now what's about to happen." you turned your head sharp to him, your teary eyes glowing with the moonlight with something like madness in them. You shot towards his leg. Bruces dodged the bullet with a somersault. Now being much closer to you.
"I won't miss one more time." you took your other gun out of Joker's mouth. The man started to giggle. 
" This is me being reasonable." you pulled the trigger.
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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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Hi! :) Congratulations with 1600 followers! 👍 I enjoy reading your fanfiction! 💖💖💖 If requests for the prompts are still open, please 20) receivers muse is touch starved and sender gives them affection they aren't used to. With Jake Lockley, please. Thank you! :)
I’m so sorry the prompts have taken me a ridiculous time to do, guys, I've been extremely sick recently. I’m feeling better but the exhaustion is lingering, but I’m trying to write again!
Prompt: 20) receivers muse is touch starved and sender gives them affection they aren't used to + Jake Lockley
Rating/Warnings: 18+, adult themes, parties, strip clubs, professional female entertainers, dance clubs, yes this is a gif of Blue for Jake, flustered!Jake, Jake doesn’t know what to do with himself, I’ve never been inside a club of any sort (especially a strip club) and it shows, I’ve been daydreaming about dancing with Jake for fucking DAYS
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It was just supposed to be one dance.
The local club always requested Jake to drive their girls to their functions by name. His limo was aesthetically pleasing inside and out, working with the high-end air of the place, and they all knew how well he could drive— not to mention, he kept them safe. He kept himself presentable and professional, too. Nobody asked any questions if he disappeared for a week or two, although they always voiced their upset about him going missing. He always promised to return.
It got easier when Marc and Steven found out about him… well… easier to get to the job, not easier to do it. It was difficult to drive straight when he had twenty girls changing in the back of the limo while his alters were freaking out in their head about it.
Finally, he’d had enough. He put his foot down. Right there in the car (not literally, he wasn’t an idiot). “Mierda! This is my fucking job, and last I checked, it pays the fucking bills, doesn’t it?! So long as it does that, I don’t see why you’re fucking complaining!”
Luckily, he’d had the sense to put AirPods in so he could pretend to be on the phone before “hanging up.” “Perdonamé, señoras,” Jake said to the silence in the back, “I live with my brothers, and they’re being idiots. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.” They’d giggled at his predicament, of course asking if there was anything they could do to help— they’d always liked him.
And then you showed up.
The boss had introduced him to you on your first day, and Jake immediately wondered why you were there. The other girls could be cruel in order to keep their claws in a favorite client, but you? You were far too sweet for this kind of environment. You were all genuine smiles and sparkling eyes and excitement, which was not. Good. He saw the other girls eyeing you like hyenas and suddenly felt protective.
He knew what could happen to sweet girls like you.
“What are you doing in a job like this, señorita?”
You dropped your gaze, as if a little ashamed. “I needed the money. College is expensive.”
Jake only frowned. He knew the other girls would be possessive of their own clients and try to steal any new ones that came to see you. Maybe even violently so. He’d seen what those 8-inch heels can do. The fact that yours were significantly less long— and your outfit also significantly more modest— worried him. You weren’t prepared for a job like this.
Jake happened to be having a drink at the bar the first time you performed, and he was, for lack of a better word, hooked. You were different, singing and dancing for the sake of it rather than for however many dollars a man could throw at you— but, fuck, did they make it rain for you.
The other girls were instantly jealous. Without even realizing it, you’d captured the attention of every single man in the club, drawing a crowd; and you actually went shy under all the attention.
It was all a blur for Jake, but somehow he ended up on stage helping you thank the crowd, bid them goodnight, and was personally driving you home. “Thank you, Mr. Lockley,” You’d chirped as he walked you to your apartment door.
Jake had dipped his hat in response— as a courtesy, not to hide any sort of blush. “It’s just Jake for you, señorita.”
Your smile warmed his heart. “Okay. But you’ve gotta start calling me by my first name.”
Jake shook his head. “No, señorita; not yet. Maybe one day.” If he called you by your first name, he would know you. He can’t know you. He can’t. When you pecked his cheek, he swore his brain short-circuited. His whole face felt like it caught on fire, and the place of contact buzzed. He felt like he’d been thrown into anaphylactic shock or something, barely registering the fact that you went inside with a small smile on your face. He sat in his limo for a good twenty minutes, trying to compute what the fuck just happened.
And it happened every night.
Each night Jake felt like he was hurled headlong off the Empire State Building when you kissed his cheek. And yet he kept coming back for more. He couldn’t understand it. Why did he keep doing this to himself? He could just hurry and walk away before you had the chance to kiss him.
But that feeling was nothing compared to when you asked him to dance with you. Jake nearly spit out his drink. “¡¿Qué?!”
You started to nervously fiddle with your hands a bit. That little habit reminded him of Steven. The two of you would get along great, if your excited and passionate ramblings to him every night when he drove you home were anything to go by.
“It’s a Spanish number,” You admitted softly, unable to meet his gaze. “I chose it awhile ago, but, uh… my tutor bailed. I was never able to learn it; not to mention it’s a two-person number. So I figured—“
“I’d be happy to do it with you,” Marc spoke for him, a shit-eating grin on his face. You didn’t seem to notice the lapse into a Chicago accent, only erupting into a beaming grin that made him feel clammy.
It was Jake that you hugged, though, kissing all over his face gratefully. He felt like one of those flustered cartoon characters covered in lipstick marks. But… he couldn’t deny you.
Your little apartment was transformed into a dance studio. Jake came over every other night, when you weren’t working, and taught you the moves. If he thought your kisses gave him the chills, he’s not exactly sure what was happening to his body when it was moving with yours in tandem to fiesta music. When there were moments that felt frozen in time between you, moments where he wanted to close the distance between you but was too fucking scared to do it. What’s worse was he started to crave it. You were the first person that had ever touched him so gently when he expects a hit or a stab, and he yearned for it.
The night before your number, you gave Jake another kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Jake.”
Jake had returned it, before he even realized what was happening. The sensation of his lips on your skin felt like hot fire in his system. “De nada, señorita.” Your smile was worth whatever discomfort he felt.
He watched you leave with stars in his eyes and a distinctly British voice in his head, rather excited.
“Go for it, mate! We’ve got your back!”
Yes, it was only supposed to be one dance.
But it was the best one of his life when at the end, when everyone was cheering and demanding an encore, you kissed him. For real this time. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. You. Kissed. Him. You were hugging him. You were all fucking over him and he felt like he was going to explode but he loved it.
And he called you by name.
Your number became the most in-demand in the city for being the most sexy, sensual dance with clothes on that ever happened in New York— not to mention for being the most sexy couple, apparently. You would have many more dances after that.
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deangirlsstuff67 · 6 months
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Meeting Texas
Christian Kane x Reader
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Summary: Y/N is down in Texas with friends for a vacation from her stressful life as a small-time Alberta farmer. Single mom to 4 beautiful kids, she never expected to fall into the arms of the perfect stranger, especially Christian Kane.
Warnings: drinking, talk of trauma, dirty talk, public sex, p in v, fingering
A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to post a new story. My family and I went through alot this year and either I couldn't find time or I wasn't in a good mind set. I am hoping writing some steamy smut for you all will get me back into the swing of things :) Please remember this is a work of fiction. I have respect for Christian and his family amd am only writing this for fun and entertainment.
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"For fuck sakes will you stop checking your phone every 5 minutes!" My best friend yelled over the noise of the busy bar.
Rolling my eyes I respond, "sorry, but you know I worry when I'm not there." I'm a single mom of 4 kids who owns a small farm. Between my animals and children I worry when I'm not home to keep everything in check.
The girls dragged me to Texas for a few weeks. Trying to help me unload and unwind. They mean well, I just always have a lot going on and don't trust others to get it done.
When in Texas I guess.
"I'm going to go get us more drinks."
The line is long waiting for drinks. Texas bars on a Friday night are busy, or maybe it's all bars and I just forgot. Been a while.
"Hey baby, how you doing?"
Oh, good, a drink idiot. This should be fun. I move with the line as we slowly move towards the bar, completely ignoring this drunk guy behind me.
"Baby girl why are you ignoring me? I know I could show you a good time."
Okay I could help but chuckle at that line. The guy had to be 10 years younger than me. There is no way he could show me anything I haven't already done.
I wasn't the only one who found it amusing. Apparently tall, dark, and I hope handsome in front of me did as well. I heard a small chuckle come from under his breath.
"Come on darling, stop being a bitch and loosen up." Apparently Mr. Drunk is getting annoyed.
I feel him get closer behind me. His fingers ghost down my side. That's it, time to get rid of this idiot once and for all. I get closer to the man in front of me and pray he will understand.
Grabbing his hand and entwining it with mine. I look up at this stranger I have pulled into my plan. Bright blue eyes of the man I have only ever been this close to in my dreams shine down at my y/e/c.
My brain begins to backfire the long he stares into my eyes with that adorable grin on his face. No words are exchanged between us, which is for the best as I don't think I could form any currently. Without a word, he gently pulls me closer to his warm, hard body. The hand that was tangled with my own is now resting on my hip. His other hand tangles in my y/h/c hair before he brings his soft lips onto mine.
I'm kissing him! The man who I fantasize about in bed. The one who's voice plays on my Bluetooth while I do chores or ride my horses. The gorgeous man who I watch on my TV once my kids are in bed. I think I may have died and gone to heaven. There is no way this is real.
He is committed to this act we are putting on. Molds my body to his as he deepens the kiss. His tongue gently asks for entrance, I don't hesitate to grant it.
I get lost in his kiss. It's been years since I kissed a man, let alone one who has this much passion behind his kiss. My underwear dampen, my fingers twist in his long brown hair, I think I even let out a small moan.
He pulls away slowly. Both panting just a little. We both look beside us and see that the drunk guy has disappeared. Chuckling to each other we move forward in line together. His hand tucked into the back pocket of my jeans and mine are warped around his waist.
"Thank you for playing along."
"No problem Sweetheart. I'm glad I could help a pretty lady out tonight."
"Well I will let you get back to your night. Thank you again." The line moves again and finally its his turn to order. Instead of letting go of me and ordering his drink, he pushes on my butt and moves me to the bar top with him.
"I'll have a jack neat please, and my lady will have..." blue eyes stare down at me. Well okay, I wasn't expecting him to buy my drinks.
"Oh, I need to get 5 shots of vodka and I am drinking jack and coke. You don't need to buy it for me though."
He turns back to the bar tender, "You heard her. Please add it all to my tab."
We wait for our drinks, "thank you."
"Anything for my girl."
A small giggle escapes as I shake my head. "How am I your girl if you don't even know my name?"
"Oh, I don't get hung up on details, besides a beautiful lady like yourself will definitely have a beautiful name to match."
You look into those oceans of blue, "Y/N."
"See I knew I was right. Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He sends you a cheeky wink, "I'm Christian Kane."
You just smile and shake your head.
"Yeah I know. I'm a fan, which probably makes everything we just did awkward for you and I'm sorry."
"Nope. I'm still glad I helped you and it may be the whiskey talking but I'm a little horny now because of your babe."
Christian freaking Kane is horny because of me. Oh dear God, my underwear is soaked now.
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Oh God my head. I haven't been hung over in years. To be fair I haven't let loose in years. This bed feels like a giant pillow, I never want to leave.
Oh but I want... no need coffee.
Rolling over I hit a brick wall of warmth. Well thats new. I was in a hotel room by myself last time I checked. Cracking open my eyes I come face to face with those same blue eyes from last night.
Oh shit. That wasn't a dream.
"No it wasn't a dream sweetheart."
Oh crap, I said that out loud.
Christian pulls me against his hard chest. My hand that's still under the blankets brushes his hard, and large, cock with the movement.
"Mmmm..."
"S..s..sorry, I didn't mean to do that." I quickly move my hand.
Christian moves my hand back down so it's laying on top of his cock. Pushing his hips into the air slightly, he rubs it against my open hand, "Oh darling, I'm not complaining."
I softly move my hand, rubbing the monster hiding in his boxers. Watching the bliss look on his face from my gentle touch. His hand spreads my thighs and makes its way to my core. I apparently gave no pants or underwear on, his fingers brush my now wet center sending a jolt of pleasure through my system.
"Fuck babe, you're always so wet for me."
"Always?"
He looks down at me, "you don't remember?"
I shake my head no. What the hell did I do?
"Oh you were such a dirty girl last night. I came outside with you when you went for a smoke and you dragged me into the alley beside the bar."
His fingers pick up the pace as they tease my folds making my core wetter.
"I was kissing your neck, had you pushed against the wall. My cock was aching so bad for you. I was leaking pre cum steadily into my boxers as your rubbed your pussy on my clothed cock."
I have lost any sense I had this morning. I can't even continue rubbing his cock. Between his words and the pleasure his fingers teasing me is bringing, I'm lost in bliss.
"Then dirty girl, you told me to stretch your pussy. You told me to shove my big cock inside your tiny pussy and fuck you against the wall. How could I resist the temptation. So that's what I did. I pulled out this hard cock for you and buried it deep inside your warm, tight walls."
As he talks about feeling my pussy grip his cock for the first time he pushes two fingers all the way in my wet center. I'm so tired on I cum just from the penetration alone. His speed picks up until he is finger fucking me deep and hard. Making me moan and scream beside him.
"Mmm... still so warm and tight even after I fucked these pussy so good last night. After I unloaded all my cum inside you. After I took you hard and rough, making you scream so loud I had to kiss you to keep you quiet."
"F...f...fu...ck."
"That's right baby. Grip my fingers. Show me how tight this pussy is for me. Cum on them. Cum all over them, soak them for me. Oh God babe, I need to be inside you."
I can't form a sentence or thought. All I can do is nod my head. Christian hovers above me as he frees his dick.
One swift move and he's buried deep inside my walls. The stretch feels amazing as my body fights to get use to his large size.
"Oh God."
"I know babe. I know."
He pace is slow at first as he pumps in and out of me. The louder I moan the faster he goes. Fuck he feels so good inside me. My first orgasm comes hard and fast. My walls tighten around him as I flood his cock in my cum.
"That's it babe. Fuck, I need one more before I fill you up. Come on baby, one more for me."
His pace never waivers as he drills me into the bed. I'm no longer moaning, I'm screaming his name for him. He has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
"Christian!"
My body let's go and I feel a wave of cum gush out of my pussy.
"Fuck me, that's so hot. I'm cumming baby."
And he does. I feel his cock twitch inside me and then cum fill me up until it's leaking out around his cock. He collapses on top of me. His cock still twitching inside me sending small pulses of pleasure through my body.
Slowly he pulls out. I whimper at the loss. Then I feel his fingers on my well used pussy. Kissing me slow and passionately as he plays in the mess we just made of my core. Fuck me he can't get enough, and God that feels so freaking good.
"Now that I've made you a mess, let's go get coffee. I like knowing my cum is dripping from you when we are with our friends."
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2 weeks later....
"Why don't you just call her. She gave you her number dude." Aldis says before taking a sip of his beer. I regret tell him anything about y/n. He won't stop bugging me about her.
"I don't know what to say to her."
"Why not the truth? That you can't get her out of your head."
Shaking my head, I think it over. What do I honestly have to lose? And he isn't wrong. I can't stop thinking about her. I'd call her now but my phone is at home tonight.
Oh fuck it, it's not like I don't have her number memorized already.
"Hey man, can I borrow your phone?"
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evilsanlang · 1 year
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hi! i hope this isnt inappropriate or weird to ask, but im pretty new to mxtx's works so im still learning everything about the state of things so im kinda just asking when i see things to be curious about, but what is the problem with starember? all i know is they are the manhuajia for the tcgf manhua
sorry for taking so long to reply, couldn't find my previous answer on this and talking in detail about starember shaves about 15 years off my lifespan on average so let's get to the nazi lotr incest art they drew - which is from 2015 but was still up on their lofter a while ago. can't be bothered to check if it's still up but considering everything else it doesn't even matter. continues under the cut
nazi art in question
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their stans who swear starember is just a uwu small asian bean who can't possibly know wrong from right will bring up that it's old art but they're still drawing incredibly fucking colorist/racist and sometimes borderline pedo shit so it's not a "they grew out of it" situation
about the manhua: it goes an extra mile to exacerbate the racism/colorism that already exists in the novel by whitewashing the characters to hell and back - the most egregious example being that, while xie lian was already pale in the earlier chapters, they actually went back to redraw him even lighter, with "daintier" features and light eyes. see the comparison below
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the banyue arc is a racist mess in all adaptations so this isn't exclusive to the manhua but it does make this issue even more obvious. another example: they went out of their way to make hua cheng dark skinned in fanart to drive the point that he's monstrous
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overall if someone likes starember/the manhua it's a canary in a coalmine situation - 90% chance if you ever criticize starember or mxtx they'll call you a stupid westerner who's actually the racist one, even when they're westerners themselves. as for minor gripes, even without all of this the manhua would still be a garbage adaptation that butchers the characterization and several plot points for the sake of being generic danmei fanfic #6654651, and the art is ugly as shit. that's about it
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austinsmutler · 2 years
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Everyday (Austin Butler x Reader)
Summary:  After a long day of office work for reader and auditions for Austin, they let music bring them together while they think about the success the future may bring.
What you’ll like: Domestic bliss, dancing in the kitchen, tooth aching fluff, Austin being obsessed with you
Warnings: None, this is written for stress relief  :)
Word Count: 1,511
Requests are currently open (Please tell me everything you want!)
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This whole day was a write-off. Not only had work given you five (thousand) tasks too many, but Anna got the promotion you’d been working your ass off for for months. And you were disappointed that you were disappointed, because you didn’t even want the promotion. Fuck this job.
Riding the subway home, you stepped in some purple mystery fluid that made your feet stick to the floor with every step. Stifling a sigh, you sat and took out your notebook- a well-worn blue number by Moleskine with unlined paper, and a matching pen your boyfriend, Austin, had bought for you back in college.
Those days seemed so far away. He was going to be a famous actor, you were going to be a successful writer. You tried not to get nostalgic as you continued on from where you’d left off writing your novel. You had ten stops to write as much as you could, then you’d be home and the rest of the day would be spent with Austin, trying to de-stress from the horrific day your manager had heaped on you.
You had to work through your lunch break, for christ’s sake. You half-hoped all the clients left and the company went under, because at this rate that was the only way you’d ever get off work at 5PM again.
It was approaching 6:30 by the time you got home and collapsed onto the sofa next to Austin, with an audible huff.
He chuckled. “How was work?”
“They gave Anna the promotion. After I helped her so much on that last project. Stupid Anna with her stupid laugh and stupid posturepedic office chair.”
 “That sucks.” Austin frowned. The TV had been switched on to an old Buddy Holly concert, but he turned the sound down before facing you.
You grunted. “How about you? How were the auditions?”
His face turned sour. “They said they’d call me, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen.”
“How come?” You lay back on the couch with your legs on his lap. He rubbed your calves in gentle circles, avoiding eye contact.
“You know the script they sent me? The one I spent all night rehearsing? They scrapped it and gave me a completely new one. I got so nervous I completely messed it up. The character is supposed to be this super confident, hunky guy and I just stammered my way through his big speech.”
You leaned over to peck him on the cheek. He turned and caught your lips with his. 
“At least we both had a crappy day, then.” You sighed. He hummed in agreement, blue eyes searching yours for… something. After so many years together, you usually knew what he was thinking before he even said it. 
“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” 
He laughed. “I knew you were gonna ask.”
“I know I’m right.”
“You are. What’s for dinner?”
It was Wednesday- your night to cook. Usually you’d take it in turns- whoever cooked didn’t have to wash the dishes in your nasty, forever-clogged (no matter how many times you plunged it) sink, and vice versa. 
You gave Austin what was supposed to be a quick peck, but he reached up and gently took your chin in his hand, holding you there for a longer, deeper kiss. You reached for his lap and entwined your fingers with his. 
This was something you had in common: after a long day when you were both too tired to deal with anything, you craved long, soft touches. It wasn’t always followed by sex, sometimes it was just nice to touch and be touched without the need for second-guessing. 
Other times, it made you late to dinner.
“Austin-” You were interrupted by another kiss “I need to-” kiss “check the fridge!”
“We could always order something.” He murmured against your lips, not wanting to pull away.
“We’ve already had takeout this week.” You tried not to roll your eyes as he smirked into another kiss. You pushed back on his shoulders until he released you. “Besides, if we spend more money on takeout I won’t be able to realistically fantasize about quitting my job. You know I need that in my life.”
He grinned and let you stand up. 
The fridge was practically empty. Austin had done a few commercials a month or so ago, but the money from those soon dried up, so it was up to your office job to keep enough money coming in for New York rent, heating, and food. On paper it was a good job and you managed just fine, but seeing just how little you could actually afford was always draining.
“How about everything-in-fridge soup?” You called. Austin got up and looked into the fridge, his hand brushing your back to grasp your hip.
“Mmm, my favorite.”
“Perfect.” You pulled out the well-worn (and only) chopping board you owned, and a knife you’d found secondhand online (that may or may not have started life as a murder weapon before turning to the culinary arts.)
Two carrots, half a potato (who ate the other half on its own?) and an onion later, and you were spooning marmite into the pot of boiling water to make a broth.
Austin gave you a funny look. 
“What? We’re out of stock. And Marmite makes it taste beefy, my grandma said so.”
“The one who lived through the Great Depression?”
“Hey, you love her pancakes.”
He wrapped his arms around your waist and moved with you around the kitchen as you chopped, diced, and set everything to boil together. 
He kissed your neck as you stirred the pot. “I don’t get how you can make whatever we have in the fridge taste so good.”
“Years of practice.” You grinned and turned your head to kiss him on the lips, stepping away from the stove to turn around and embrace him properly.
It was a tight hug, but not so tight that it made you breathless. Austin smelled of the second-cheapest cologne from the department store: sandalwood and vanilla. It made everything around him smell comforting, from his side of the bed to the shirts you constantly stole to wear around the house in winter. 
He hummed against your neck, a little tune you recognised as one of his favorites. You got the hint. 
Everyone thought Austin was the performer out of you two, and for the most part that was true. He could remember lines from any script and deliver them perfectly. He’d studied Shakespeare as part of his degree, and it was a party trick for you two to play Romeo and Juliet- you being a Juliet who said things like ‘What are you even saying?’ and ‘Start talking normal, I swear to god.’
But there was one thing Austin loved for you to do, and that was sing.
“Aus, is that Buddy Holly?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He pulled back and made puppy dog eyes at you. “Please?”
You smirked and turned back to stirring the pot, taking a deep breath. The words were simple, but clear and easy.
“Everyday, it's a-gettin' closer
Goin' faster than a roller coaster
Love like yours will surely come my way
A-hey, a-hey hey”
Austin pulled away to lean against the counter with his eyes closed, smiling softly. He looked so much more relaxed than before, so you continued.
“Everyday, it's a-gettin' faster
Everyone said, "Go ahead and ask her"
Love like yours will surely come my way”
You pulled out your phone and found the song, playing it at a lower volume just to complement your quiet tones.
“Everyday seems a little longer
Every way, love's a little stronger
Come what may, do you ever long for
True love from me?”
The song kept going, but you paused when Austin reached for your phone and turned the volume up, taking both of your hands in his and gently moving back and forth to the music.
You sang the last verse together, his deeper voice leaning towards a Southern drawl for some of the lyrics. He loved to sing a little deeper, balancing out the lightness of your melody.
“It’ll happen for us one day, you know.” He pulled you close to his chest. “I’ll get a good part and you can quit that stupid place. I’ll be in something big, like a show, or a movie, or maybe Broadway, and you can just quit and write all day. Whatever you want to do.”
The song ended, but you reached over to play it again.
“I can’t wait to see you on all the billboards in Times Square.”
“We’ll get there.” He pulled back to look at you. “I’ll find a way to thank you for supporting me while we wait.”
You smiled and shook your head. No thanks was necessary- even the most stressful days were worth it, when you could come home and be this close to someone. You almost said as much, but bit your tongue.
Then your arms were around his neck, pulling his head down for the best kiss of the night.
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inertflouride · 1 year
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Turmoils Of You- Part 10
I am desperately trying to end his fic as soon as I can, while also being completely clueless as to how should I end it. Any suggestions are most welcome in messages. Thank you.
Maybe three Xanax isn't a good idea. But it's okay. It's just Phil.
Just Phil.
"You'll stay right below my thumb until everything. Understood?"
Yeah right, 'just Phil.'
When I heard him say this, I felt like someone gut punched me like, but ugh, I can't concentrate, can't focus on anything. Even more now that the Xanny in my bloodstream has kicked in.
I feel my breathing shallow, my mind go blur and a fog appears before my eyes. In the beginning, it felt like Euphoria. The highs were high and the lows, fuck, I don't want to think about that right now.
I don't feel ashamed today. I relapsed for reasons that are justifiable. Anyone in my shoes would have done it. Plus it's not like I'm an addict. I was an addict.
"Once an addict, always an addict."
Yeah whatever. That's a load of bullshit.
Right?
Okay no. Something's not right. This doesn't feel like Euphoria anymore. I can't- my breathing is too shallow. I try taking in as much deep breaths as I can but to no avail. I put my hand over Phil's arm which makes him look at me.
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me!", he screeches to a halt and holds my arms with his two hands, rubbing over them to warm me. "You're ice cold, shit. Can you breathe? Just nod yes or no", he directs me, concern rooting in his eyes. I barely shake my head and continue trying to take in deep breaths, gasping in the process. Phil puts a timer for 1 minute and presses two of his fingers on my neck, trying to check my pulse.
"52?! Oh hell me? Now that you took whatever drugs you did, please tell me you have Adderall on you", he expectantly looks at me and groans, "Of course you don't!"
He takes out a box of cigarette and opens it to take out a tablet. "Come on, open your mouth". I do as he says and he pops a pill on my tongue and makes me drink water. "Now we wait."
He brings my body closer to his and rubs my arms to warm me up, occasionally taking my hands in his and rubbing them. He doesn't appear pissed off right now. It's as if all this isn't new to him. God, who are you, Phillip Hawkins? He makes me want to know more about him, more or less like a moth to a flame.
"Colville never felt this far, ever", Phil groans, rubbing his eyes from fatigue over... everything that has happpened.
Also, I think my lungs are okay now, I can breathe just fine. Speak just fine. "Indeed it hasn't", I reply back to his previous comments like nothing happened.
"Really? What is wrong with you? You're just gonna behave like what just went down, Didn't?", he sneers at me, his nostrils flaring with anger. I just shrug at him and he cusses in utter disbelief, looking just done with my shit.
I wouldn't blame him. I'd be too.
"You can't be mad at me. I'm going through a lot right now."
"And drugs aren't a solution for that", he hisses at me, speaking while barely opening his mouth.
"You don't know that!", I scream at him, done with his judgmental attitude. "I didn't give you a seat in here so you can fry my fucking brain you know".
"Yeah right. Maybe you'd have died here alone, getting high on whatever shit you took or maybe having a seizure who knows. Hacker guy would be so proud of you right?"
Anger flares through me but I find myself shutting up. What can I say? I can't say anything for fucks sake. So, all I do is huff and look outside the window.
xxx
After what feels like eternity, we reach Colville. All that time, we didn't speak much to each other. Or 'At all'. I start looking for an Airbnb as we enter the city. It's dawn now. It's a new day.
Without Jake.
"Where are you planning to stay?", Phil breaks the eternally long silence in the car, looking briefly towards me.
"Probably an Airbnb I don't know. You are staying with Angela right?", I answer him though not lifting my eyes from my phone. I need to find a lowkey Airbnb. For all we know, the FBI might come knocking at my door. I'd rather stay grounded for a few... for until Jake finds me.
"No. I don't want to burden Angie. She has already a lot going on with her life. An escapee in her household ain't the perfect holiday gift, right?", he quips back, scoffing at his own 'joke'.
"So then what? You're gonna stay on the road?"
"No. I'm staying with you. No, I don't want to hear anything. You can't be trusted with your own life. At all", he averts his gaze back to the road and starts heading for someplace. "I have a place to crash temporarily too so, zip it up".
"Oh hell the fuck no. I am not staying with you Phil Hawkins. I am definitely not sharing a roof with you, or even a building with you. Go screw yourself", I gush at him, trying to put my point across. I can not stay with Phil. That is so absurd, even absurder than- I don't know, Dan without a beard?
Phil lets out a laugh beside me, jerking me from my zoned-out self. I frown deeply at him, totally bewildered at the sudden explicit reaction. "What?"
"I guess you thought out loud. The 'dan without the beard' was funny, I'll give that to you", he giggles as he says, trying to stifle his laugh and failing miserably. Seeing him laugh evokes a little laugh from me as well and soon I join him in, rubbing my hand over my face as we both laugh out loud. "But in all due seriousness, I am staying with you. No if(s) and but(s)."
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lady-grace-pens · 1 year
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It’s been a whole ass month since I shared a raw snippet lmao oops
I got my writing mojo back and I’m making good progress though! I just hit 31k today ☺️ Here’s a snippet in honor of it. It’s probably longer than what I should be sharing, but fuck it! In honor of the milestone, we ball.
All fluff between Emily, Arthur, and Ilya as they relax at a garden party being held at the uni. This is actually one of my favorite scenes so far. I almost shared the more angsty, climactic half of it but I just shared some angst in the word search tag I did a few days ago. Plus I don’t want to spoil too much ;)
Taglist: @wordwizards @flowerprose
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I run my fingers along the sides of a heaping glass of sweet tea bought from the refreshments table. Arthur, at my request, fans me with Ilya’s book—a copy of an old Russian novel none of us are familiar with. It isn’t long before he fumbles with his pockets, taking out a silver coin. Be flips it in the air before sliding it across the table. “A penny for your rose, Ilya, what do you say?”
Ilya pushes all his spare flowers towards us. “Take ‘em all. I’m done anyway.”
Arthur plucks a rose from his pile. Using a pocket knife, he cuts the stem little over halfway, and whittles away all the remaining thorns. Meanwhile, Ilya weaves the last stem into his crown.
“Lovely work.”
Arthur glances up from his work. “Quite. How’d you learn something like that anyway? Pardon if I’m wrong, but you don’t strike me as the artistic type of fellow.”
“I’m not. I picked it up to surprise Cal.”
“Aw, isn’t that lovely? You know, that reminds me of a bloke I once knew back in secondary. This was after I went back. Big sort of school, so new kids weren’t at all uncommon. But this fellow—he was the beefy sort of type, you know. Rugby player. Thing is, he had the most demanding witch of a girlfriend…”
The rest of their talk melts into a slush pooling at the sides of my sweating tea glass. The rich brown liquid is a prism catching the few strands of sunlight that peek beneath our umbrella. On the table, it projects glimmering visions of Matthieu’s eyes.
His absence hasn’t been lost on me. I must’ve given him a dozen reminders of this event within the past three days alone. My hair has gone white stressing the significance to him, not that he isn’t already aware. The Agricultural Society is the backbone of Ravnna’s funding. Our pride. This is their chance to display the fruits of their monumental care for their craft. If not for the sake of nature, I would’ve at least expected him to at least come for that. The fact that it means something to the people he cares about. But low and behold, what does the man text me this morning?
“Sorry babe I’m gonna be late. Y’all go without me.”
A simple line without a rhyme nor reason. While a late entrance would be superior to his complete absence, I’m still expecting a strong excuse.
I check my phone. Nothing new. Only the time shifting.
“Haven’t heard from Matt, have you?” Ilya asks.
I cross my arms. “He told me he’d be late, but he never said how late. God only knows if he’s planning to show up at all.”
“Depends on how bad his uncle needs him.”
“That’s what he blew this off for?” I slam my wedges against the ground. “Fuck. I’m happy it’s not anything else, but… Dear Lord. They act like those trees are going to sprout legs and walk away.”
Arthur and Ilya share a laugh.
“You act like he didn’t tell you or somethin’.”
“He didn’t.”
“Logger, isn’t he?” Arthur takes a sip of my tea.
“Yes. Also that’s my drink.”
“But I bought it with my money, love. Technically it’s mine.”
I twirl my hair and give him my richest fake laugh. He rests his elbow on the back of my chair, all pride and playfulness. Speaking again. I fall deadpan.
“Careful with the roses, love, some of them have thorns.”
Arthur, unchanging, returns to his pruning. “And some like to think their thorns are much sharper than they realize.”
Ilya breaks out in a fit of laughter. I’m shocked he isn’t falling with how harshly he’s leaning back.
“Oh quit your laughter over there!” I snatch one of the thorn-laden stems Arthur broke off and throw it at him. “It wasn’t that funny.”
“Yes it was.”
Your smile says it all, dearest,” purrs Arthur.
“You—“ I slap his shoulder. “Shut up! This isn’t a smile. Even if it was, it’s surely from the heat and nothing else. God knows that joke was so dry, I can hear my Grandpappy coughing.”
Ilya keels over the chair next to him. “Oh my God, Em.”
Arthur, groaning, buries his head in his hands. At this point, I can’t resist my lips springing up like the flowers surrounding us.
“Lord almighty, this entire conversation has to be cleansed.”
“Hand me my book, Em,” asks Ilya as his hand pops up from the table.
My lungs birth a half-formed laugh that more so resembles a breath of air. I throw his book across the table.
“Too lazy to fetch it yourself, huh?”
“Damn right.”
Arthur clears his throat. Between his fingers, he twirls the freshly cut, dethroned English rose. He says nothing but wears a smile—go figure. Is there some sort of question he’s expecting me to answer? Perhaps a continuity error between the strands of silk petals? Before I can ask him such, he raises the rose to my ear, intertwining it with my curls.
“Love,” he says while his breath, like the late summer sun, tantalizes my skin. “Won’t you take a walk with me? For the better part of an hour, all you’ve done is sit here waiting for the likes of some guy to show up. Take a look at where you are, darling, we’re in paradise! I don’t want to see you wasting any more time not savoring it.”
My heart is exiled to my guts, where it becomes a feast for the wriggling maggots churning my intestines. I reach for my phone. If Matthieu catches me alone with him… The thought of that possibility is enough to bring me chills. It’s best if I wait here for him, really, but… without any news of his arrival… I could very well be damned to this chair for another hour before I get so much as a text claiming he’s on his way. In the grand scheme of things, what is a brief little distraction?
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Just saw ur post about depressed at work and went like, "mood". Is your job hurting you or is it something else...?
first of all thank you just for reacting to this i was just kinda just screaming into the void with this post like idk i didnt even know actual people would see it so thx for just checking on me this means the literal world <3
i try to keep my blog as much "good vibes only" as possible so if anybody reading this post dont want to be bummed out (which i understand) dont read under the cut
to put it simply yes. yes it's my job.
like i've been knowing this job was the problem for a rather long time because i was super stressed all the time and all it wasnt fun but like i only truly understood when i went on vacay some weeks ago it was the FIRST TIME that i enjoyed my days off without stressing about work and/or just ended up actually working FOR FREE because i was stressed that too much work would be waiting for me when i get back. that time i was literally stranded in the ocean and i didnt have a choice to just let go and not worry about work it felt AMAZING. i've been having non stop headaches and panic attacks and i didnt have ANY while i was on vacay. i remember so clearly thinking at some point wow that is what life is about...
and yeah so im gonna quit. like freal. yesterday they anounced us something again and i know this new thing will result in more work and im sick of the pressure they constantly put on us because they treat the clients like literal infants and we have to find every way possible to make them satisfied. so that was the last sign i needed from the universe to get the fuck out.
sure im well paid and can afford to travel and go to kpop concerts and buy the things that i want but honestly at what cost? no amount of money is worth the mental and physical torment... because at this point my stress level is constant and so bad that im noticing physical repercussions.... and yeah not worth it.
so im going to quit. ill look for an other job i know grass is not always greener on the other side but there MUST be a side where the color of the grass suits me! coporate life is a bitch honestly and clients are the worst i love my team so much ive been holding on for so long for their sake because my colleagues are the greatest but honestly none of them deserve to go through what they put us through. they should all quit.
i dont wanna settle. i can find better. (honestly none of us should ever settle for less. lets know our worth. we are bad bitches <3)
so yeah ill make an anouncement soon about an incoming writing hiatus (i will still be reading and reblogging and lurking like the cave troll that i am) because i'll be looking for a job and that takes a lot of time and i still have my current job i have to go to (unfortunately).
sorry for the unsolicited rant... but yeah BUT because im a person that focusses on the bright side... other than my shit job! everything is good! im okay if it wanst' for that my life would be perfect! dont worry too much about me <3
also i've seen your recent post your job also sounds complicated. i hope you're ok too <3 dont hesitate to rant to me lets both talk shit about our company together. lets bond over hatred <3
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cluemami · 9 months
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My whole relationship with tiktok has been so strange, like as soon as I joined I knew I wanted to be making content but I was really apprehensive about showing my face or my real voice but that didn't fucking last and pretty soon I hit that stage where at a few hundred followers I made a joke about my boobs that broke containment and i woke up to 2000 new followers who who all skeezy dudes. From there I did my best to cull the creeps and keep making jokes for other queers but of course like a month or two later I made a lengthy joke vid about bi girls that was construed as an attack on straight women and my engagement popped off again.
Then I properly moved to they them pronouns and kept making vids about gender and getting a breast reduction and that was the magic combo that jumped me up to 20,000 followers and millions of views on my big videos. And all the while I was getting more and more anxious about it and so disconnected from the version of myself I put on tiktok that I didn't recognise my own videos as me minutes after I posted them. I had a whole library of filters on my comments to stop people misgendering me and I would anxiously monitor every video after I posted it to be sure I wasn't being picked up by the wrong crowd and the engagement turning hateful.
Anyway at the peak of my success I just deleted the app for a few months and only went back to private all my old videos. Now when I open the app up it's like everyone who was keeping me scrolling by way of mutuals and creators I felt connected to were gone. It's just a ghost town and the worst part is the algorithm isn't learning shit about me any more. It can't hold my attention long enough to actually learn what I'm into so its not even an enjoyable mindless watching experience like it was. Tiktok used to know exactly who I was and what I wanted, and i used to use tiktok to keep pinning versions of myself down like butterflies so I could keep a solid picture of my self image long enough to feel real.
But now I just have this library of private videos just documenting some of the wildest success I built out of some of the worst periods of mental health of my life and there's no way anyone who was following me really could have known that. But everyone I see who is doing well on tiktok talking about themselves or their lives to me just look like they're standing on a precipice. Like maybe they'll back down or maybe they have a long fucking fall ahead of them I don't know.
Anyway throughout all of that I never left Tumblr and being here where no one knows who I am or what my deal is and I don't talk about my life or identity or struggles is just so calming and freeing by comparison. I've been in conversation essentially with total strangers for literal years, sharing things we love and stuff that makes us laugh without ever actually needing to be exposed or authentic in any way and that's just so insane to me.
Like I'm a month on T and were this me two years ago I'd be posting daily updates for the attention and validation, but I haven't told anyone because as it turns out that's medical info and it's private. I don't need to publicise it to earn authentication as a queer person. I don't need the attention. I don't even feel obligated to share my experiences for the sake of others. I'm just living here, and checking tiktok like once a week to see how Hank green is doing.
Life is ok actually.
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Ok ok uh,,,so I’ve been in love with @awigglycultist‘s Hatchetfield Swap AU for a lotta months now, especially the idea of Ted as Lex. So here’s a fic about that.
The mall wouldn’t open for another hour, but the parking spaces of Lakeside Mall were completely filled. And then some. The line of Black Friday shoppers reached almost a mile back, all for some stupid green doll. Whatever all the fuss was, Ted had never been sure. And today, he still wasn’t.
Ted stood at the back entrance of Toy Zone and lit a cigarette. He had been trying to kick the habit for his little brother’s sake but…today just seemed like the kind of day he needed it. Toy Zone was only the latest of his long list of shitty jobs, but Ted considered it to be by far one of the worst. It was probably the worst pay-to-hours worked ratio he’d had so far, not to mention what a complete asshole his boss was. Granted, Ted still felt a little guilty about his particular choice in coping mechanisms today, but it’d all be worth it once he’d saved enough money to get a start at a new life in California with Pete and Jenny. At the least, enough for gas and groceries, but he was sure he could figure it out from there when the time came. Ted was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice somebody walking up from behind.
“Ah, excuse me?” a mild-mannered voice stuttered. “The whole parking lot is full, is it alright if I park back here?”
Ted took a long draw from his cigarette, and without even looking up, he retorted, “Yeah, do you really want to disrupt holiday shopping by making the delivery trucks park across the street?”
“Well, no—”
Ted scoffed. “Look, you’re just going to have to wait in line like everyone else,” he said. He finally looked up to see a timid-looking man bundled in a burgundy coat. Ted knew who he was, and it took a lot to not immediately release the anger he had at him.
The man looked surprised for a moment. He blinked and said, “You’re Ted Spankoffski, right?”
“Yep.” Ted replied coldly. “And you’re Bill Woodward. You were my little brother’s science teacher until you suddenly decided to drop right off the face of the earth.” Ted observed the vaguest flash of guilt in Bill’s expression. “Don’t think I didn’t hear about that,” Ted continued. “You were Pete’s favorite teacher. He was absolutely crushed when you had to leave halfway through the year due to a ‘family emergency,’ or whatever.”
Bill opened his mouth like he was going to say something to defend himself. He visibly changed his mind and sighed.
“I’m sorry it happened. Really.”
“Tell Pete, not me,” Ted scoffed.
“I left him a note–”
“I saw the fucking note, actually. One that said that there was an emergency over Christmas break, but you promised you’d be back after spring break, right?” Ted asked. “Well, he’d counted down the days until March, and he said you hadn’t come back to class. So I told him, ‘maybe he needs one more day.’ So he went to school the next day with some cookies and a welcome back card, which he came home with. And he was clearly worried, but he didn’t want to say anything about it, so I told him, ‘remember how you dragged me to talk to Mr. Woodward at Parent-Teacher night? He gave me his phone number in case of emergency, or something, so I’ll call him to check on him, okay, Petey?’ So I tried a couple times, and twenty minutes later, there was still nothing.”
Bill didn’t say anything. He just looked wounded.
“Listen,” Ted continued, trying to sound calmer than he actually was, “Something bad happened. I get it. You were doing what was best for yourself. But it fucking broke my heart that Pete ended sixth grade in the fucking state he was. And starting this year just as disappointed.”
The two men both stayed silent for a while. Ted dropped his cigarette and put it out with his foot.
“You know what sucks the most about you disappearing like that?” Ted said. “You were the only teacher that ever had any faith in him. Usually when his teachers see his name on the roster, it’s ‘oh god, here’s another one. He’ll be the Spankoffski worst of them all, how can he not be with his crazy alcoholic mother that lives in a trailer park and his fuck-up brother who is nothing but wasted potential?’ You saw something in him, though. You were probably the first person to give Pete a chance.”
Ted watched, maybe with a little too much spite, as Bill let Ted’s rant sink in. Bill sighed.
“Ted. Tell Pete I’m sorry, please,” he said.
“Like I said, tell him yourself if you really care that much,” Ted snapped. He lit another cigarette. “I don’t fucking care where you park. Just get in line if you want a doll that bad. And stay away from my brother.” He brought the cigarette down, the smoke leaving a descending trail of ashy black. “I don’t want him hurt again.”
“You said that I could–”
“I know what I said.” Ted interrupted. “But I’d still rather protect him from being let down again.”
After what seemed like forever, Bill just whispered, “Right.” He cleared his throat and said a little louder, “Where’s the nearest entrance? I need to get that Wiggly doll as soon as possible.”
“Around the corner,” Ted responded apathetically. “But don’t count on getting one. There’s a limited supply and the line goes pretty far out.”
“Shoot,” Bill muttered. He turned around. Before he ran off, he looked back at Ted.
“Thank you for your help,” he said. “And for what it’s worth, I really am sorry, Ted,”
“Whatever,” Ted said.
He could not give less of a shit about Bill Woodward or anyone (or anything, for that matter) in the helltown that was Hatchetfield.
Ted reminded himself to focus on the bigger picture. Jenny would come by with the money from the eBay listing for the doll soon. It’d all be worth it once Jenny had the money from someone who wanted to buy that stupid green fucker, and then they could finally leave for California. Ted would be able to take his family away from everything that had been holding them back.
It’d be all worth it. He just had to hold out for the rest of the day.
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BELLA THORNE X ARIANA GRANDE LOVE STORY SMUT WARNING ⚠️ PART FINALE finishing the final two chapters of the sweetener tour romance story
Chapter 71
Bella Thornes point of view
Bella is wearing a white long sleeve shirt with ripped pants and white shoes
It's been a week since I last saw Ariana, we've spoken everyday since then ,just to check up on one another and I hadn't Been on social media this whole week just to take my mind off the stress of everything and I went around to Lucas's apartment and we were lounging around on the couch in his living room "so you read the articles says Lucas as he asked me and I looked at him confused "what articles as I questioned him and he typed something up on his phone and gave it to me and my heart started racing in my chest as I read the headlines. Ariana and Bella called off their engagement? Ariana Grande and Bella thorne have split? Is this the last goodbye for Ariana and Bella?
I looked at Lucas worriedly and he took his phone back "you didn't know says Lucas as he asked me and I shook my head "how did they know as i asked quietly "paparazzi took pictures at the airport....and Arianas fans spotted no ring on your finger and now everyone has been speculating that you guys aren't together says Lucas and I sat there defeated "fucks sake can't they just leave us alone, why did they have to take pictures of us during a time like that as I asked annoyed and I reached for my phone beside me and I unlocked it and went to messages, I clicked on Arianas name and started to type
Bella: hi ari, have you seen the article
Ariana knew that I wasn't on social media for the whole week so chances are she's seen it but didn't think much of it and I waited for half an hour until she messaged back
Ariana: hey :)
Ariana: I have seen the articles but I didn't want to bring them up because I didn't want you to stress
Ariana: try not to let them get to you
Bella: I can't believe they took those pictures of us at the airport
Bella: how are you feeling
Ariana: I know it sucks I'm sorry
Ariana: I'm doing okay just been in the studio and spending time with my family and friends
Ariana: how have you been
Bella: that's good glad to hear
Bella: I'm hanging at Lucas's place right now but I've been good
Ariana" tell Luky i said hi
"Lucas as I said and he hummed as his eyes were still on the TV
"Ariana says hi as I told him and a smile took over his face "naw tell ari that Luky says hello says Lucas making me roll my eyes playfully and wr messaged for another half an hour until she said she had to go talk to scooter about something and it honestly feels like we're still dating just without the sexual comments and flirting and I was still wondering if I had made the right decision, I still loved Ariana so much and the news article didn't know why we had split, to protect Ariana, I would never tell them the actual reason behind our break up and we sat around all day watching movies and eating junk food and my phone buzzed beside me and I saw a message
Ariana: I have a radio interview in a week to talk about my new single
Bella: you have a new single? Umm since when? I need to get back on social media asap
Ariana: it's not out
Ariana: i promise it's nothing bad about you, it's a very sweet but sad song
Bella: what's the song about
Ariana: it'd about us, our relationship and the decisions that led us here, once uou hear it ,you'll understand what I mean
Bella: aww you're going to make me wait, if I gave you inspiration to write this song then I should at least hear it before everyone else
Ariana: ahh no, you're waiting just like everyone else, it's a special song that I want you to experience with everyone else
I was quite excited to hear this song and I wondered if it was upbeat, I wondered if the lyrics were personal
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Arianas point of view
I was walking into the interview room with full intentions of being the strong stable woman I try to be for my fans and I was greeted by two Radio hosts, a male and a woman, while I was getting set up ,I looked around the room and I had my Starbucks drink sitting in front of me as I fiddled with the necklace that Bella gave me for my birthday last year "good afternoon everyone and welcome back to your favorite radio station ,me and Trish have a very special guest joining us today, Ariana Grande as Oscar the radio host cheered making me giggle
"Hoaw are you Ariana as he asked me "I'm doing well thank you as I said to them "glad to hear, we want to know about your upcoming single, what's it about as Trish questioned me and I let out a hum of thought "I'm really thrilled for everyone to hear this song ,it was written like a couple of weeks ago, there's still plenty of unhealed wounds that this song covers and it answers some questions that my fans have Been asking as I said into the microphone and I took a sip of my drink and waited for some more questions "fans speculate the single is following the split between you and Bella is that true as Oscar questioned me
"Not entirely, this song is not a break up song,it's so much more than that, it could be taken as a sad song or an uplifting song ,it really does depend on how you want to take it as I told them as much as I could without spoiling it "it sounds like the song is a bop says Trish making us all laugh "I think we all want to know about how you are coping with the recent breakup as Oscar said randomly "you know, it's been hard but I support her decision ,we still love each other and want the best for one another, we talk almost everyday even though we're not in a romantic relationship anymore, she's still my best friend as I told the radio hosts and I couldn't help but feel teary ,this was still a raw feeling
"That's amazing, we all hoped it wasn't tough on you guys, of course any break up is but whatever the circumstances for your split, we hope you both are doing okay says Trish making me smile and the interview went on and u was feeling very nervous about the release of this single and I didn't want Bella to be sad listening to the lyrics since some parts seem personal and when the interview finished, they played my new song and I sat with Courtney, Doug, Aaron and my mom and I tweeted that my new song was out and I waited for some kind of message or call from bella and I didn't know why but I was most nervous for Bella to hear it
After half an hour of meeting mostly everyone on the floor and talking to some people, I made my way home and I was still waiting for something from bella and I picked up my phone that was lying on my bed beside me, still no message and I decided to message bella a link with a smiley face. Courtney, Doug and Aaron were all on my bed too as we watched a movie "why do you look so stressed says as Courtney asked quietly as Aaron and Doug were intensely watching the movie "I have no idea if bella has listened to the song, she isn't messaging me, I want to know what she thinks as I told her getting the attention of the boys
"Why does it matter what she thinks ?the song is out now ,she'll hear it when she hears it says doug patting my shoulder and I shrugged and looked back down at my phone "because she's my soul mate, Mt ex fiancee, my number one fan, one of my best friends, she is still my everything, I love her so much and I don't want to live with her as I told my friends and they knew how hard this was for me "we know you love her ari but your relationship has ended, it doesn't matter what she thinks anymore okay? Put your phone down says Aaron wiping the tears that fell from my eyes
"We understand that it's not easy to walk away but you need to let her go, we're all here ,we love and support you, it's going to be okay says doug as he told me rubbing my back supportively "yeah it will hurt for some time ,she told you she needed a break and you need to give her what she asked , keeping in contact with her everyday isn't exactly what you guys agreed on as Courtney spoke up bringing me into a tight hug and I felt my tears fall onto her shoulder as I cried harshly as much as I wanted Bella, my friends were right and u needed to give her the space that she wanted "she just seemed so excited for this single but now she's ignoring me as I said letting out my sobs
"How do you know she's ignoring you ,she might be at work and hasn't had any time to listen to it says Courtney as she suggested and I nodded my head sadly "come on let's celebrate the release of your number one single! I'll call everyone....let yourself forget the stress of everything says Courtney standing up and grabbing her phone from the charger "I don't feel like drinking...I just want to stay in bed and cry as I said being honest which made everyone chuckle "oh come on ari you need this....just let loose and have fun says as doug shouted causing me to giggle and I rolled my eyes playfully and pressed my lips together in thought "okay but not a big party just a small gathering as I said making everyone cheer
I fixed my hair and makeup then dressed in something cute and Courtney called over vic,njomza, Kiyan, Alfredo, scootie, mikey, Brian, Scott and most of the dancers and crew from tour and my house was pretty loud with everyone drinking ,talking and laughing and it wasn't until I made an entrance that the chatter dialed down and everyone came up to me to say hi and I'm not lying when I say that I've Mostly been distant after the breakup with me and Bella and after a few glasses of champagne, I started to feel the effect and I was laughing at everything and anything and we were playing lots of drinking games and fooling around, even though I did only ask Courtney for a small gathering and I did enjoy being around all my friends again
"Ariana as I heard someone call and I turned around and headed to the kitchen and I saw njomza holding my phone which was ringing and I thanked her and answered it without looking at the contact "hello? Ariana as bella asked through the phone and my whole body froze when I heard Bellas voice "ah-hi how's things as I asked walking to the quieter part of the house "are you drunk says bella as she questioned which made me giggle "maybe just a little..or a lot ! I don't even fucking know as I said as my head spun "um-okay I just wanted to call about your new single but I guess now is a bad time says bella sounding disappointed "now is a great time! I thought you were ignoring me because you weren't answering my message ad I said without comprehending
I have no filter when I'm drunk, someone help me and Bella stuttered a bit before letting out a sigh! Was she angry at me "Ariana i was busy with work all day ,I got into work at 7am and didn't get home until 6pm ,I can call tomorrow when you're sober says bella as she told me and I was unsure of how she was feeling but it didn't make me feel good "no baby please, tell me what you think of the song as I said letting it roll off my tongue "Ariana no I'm not in the mood right now, I'm sorry for calling you when you're clearly busy says bella bluntly. What was her problem? Njomza and Courtney came into the room I was in and sat down on the bed beside me
"Why are you acting like this, I didn't do anything wrong, I'm allowed to have a drink every now and then ,why are you so worried anyway....it's not like we're getting married anymore otherwise I wouldn't be drinking to get over you as I said sounding pissed off and njomza tried to take my phone away from me but I moved so she couldn't reach it "you're over me already says bella as she questioned in a concerned tone "I'm trying to get over you as I raised my voice at Bella and Courtney took my phone and njomza held my hands and tried to calm me down and Courtney went into a different room with my phone and after a few minutes she came back into my room and tossed my phone onto the bed beside me
"You've pissed her off Ariana says Courtney as she told me as she took a seat beside me "I just wanted to know what she thought about the song as I said quietly and I fiddled with my hands, I could feel my two friends look at each other behind me "she told me she had a really shitty day at work and lots of her friends were fired today, I tried to reason with her that you're drunk and have been dealing with some stuff too says Courtney as she told me and I nodded my head
"I miss her so much ,I just want her to come back and love me again as I said about to stand to head back to the party "Ariana...I know it's hard since we know how much you loved her but she's trying to do this for herself, she struggles too, I'm sure of it ,but you two need some time apart to really know what you both want says njomza bringing me into a hug "I know what I want....I want her says Ariana
Chapter 72
Bella Thornes point of view
Bella is wearing a black shirt with black ripped pants and black shoes
My phone buzzed on the table beside me and I knew it was Ariana so I let it ring and it's been a couple of days since the phone call when ari told me she was trying to get over me and it's been pretty rough trying to ignore her, I can tell that it's hurting her but I need time to think and process my thoughts and my phone began to buzz again and I rolled my eyes and looked to see who was calling. Incoming call from Courtney and I decided to pick up my phone and answer the call and I cleared my throat and heard a small voice "Bella says Ariana through the phone and I sighed realizing that I couldn't do anything but confront the situation
"Ariana what do you want as I questioned "you haven't been answering my calls or texts , you said you'd call me the next morning but you didn't, I was worried about you says Ariana as she told me with emotion laced through her voice as she spoke "because you literally told me that you're trying to get over me, I want to get back with you Ariana, I really do but I just need time as I said raising my voice at Ariana "well how much time do you need bella, I can't be waiting around for you forever says Ariana "I don't know Ariana, as long as It takes for me to heal from the heartbreak you caused as I shouted through the phone "I'm sorry says Ariana sadly with her voice breaking with emotion
"No...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice at you says bella "I am really sorry for saying that I'm getting over you, even if I tried to get over you, it wouldn't work, I would do anything to be together again, I will wait however long you need even if it's a couple of years ,I know it's hard with the long distance but we will figure something out, I love you so much Bella says Ariana softly making me tear up "I love you too ari...I don't care if anyone says that I should stop worrying about you every second of the day, you will always be my best friend and my forever girl as I said making Ariana giggle
"You're the sweetest! I'm so lucky that I met you, I don't know what I'd do without you says Ariana as she told me and I could hear her smiling as she spoke "you wouldn't have the number one spot on the charts right now if it wasn't for me as I joked and Ariana laughed knowing it was the truth "please tell me what you think of the song says Ariana as she begged while I heard her shoo someone away "I want my phone back says Courtney as she whined in the background making me giggle "let me call you on my phone, Courtney is being a whiney little fucker says Ariana giving me some time to think of some things I wanted to tell her about the song and Ariana called on her phone and I answered it and her begging continued causing me to roll my eyes playfully
"Ariana, I really loved the song, it was personal and honest, I could tell you put your whole ass energy into it, the second verse was my favorite when the strings come onto it and your vocals....ooft girl as I praised earning a bunch of little giggles from Ariana "so you didn't think it was too much for the world to hear says Ariana as she questioned "definitely not, remember the hype with ghostin ?that song is incredible and so personal but that's why everyone loves it as i told Ariana, reassuring her to ease the anxious thoughts "you're right, maybe I should give them a snippet of another song as the one I've been working on says Ariana as she suggested and Hummed in thought
"If you wanna.....I'd also love to hear it as I said hinting the obvious "okay okay, I won't make you wait anymore, I'll send you what I've done in the studio the past couple of days says Ariana as she told me making me happy and our phone call went for another hour as we spoke about everything and we updated each other on our families, friends and lives and it felt good to be on good terms with Ariana again and I liked it when we were being supportive friends and I heard a knock through the phone and a mumbled conversation between Ariana and Courtney "njomza here says Courtney as she told Ariana "oh....I'll be out in a sec says Ariana sounding disappointed
"Njomza is here now so I gotta go says Ariana as she told me sadly "okay I'll let you go, bye Ariana says bella "wait-no don't go yet ...please says Ariana as she pleaded making me chuckle at her desperation "but your friend just arrived, don't you want to spend time with your friends as I asked Ariana stupidly knowing what her answer will be "no,not really...I prefer talking to you, you make me happy says Ariana as she told me giving me an eruption of butterflies in my stomach "you can talk to me anytime you need to okay? Go be with your friends and have some fun as I told Ariana trying to push her to do the right thing "it's no fun without you but I guess I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing says Ariana disappointedly
"Okay have a good time !don't think about me too much as I joked with a smirk appearing on my face and I heard her scoff in response and we said our goodbyes and I ended the call and I put my phone down beside me and smiled to myself and I thought back to out conversation and twisted my mouth in thought. Would she really wait for me until I am ready to be in a relationship again
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Arianas point of view
The call ended and I made my way to the kitchen where I heard my best friends laugh and I was embraced tightly by njomza which caused me to laugh as she spun me around and I really didn't deserve my friends, they're the cutest "you and Bella ate on speaking terms again as njomza questioned and I nodded and grinned from ear to ear and we decided to head out and do some shopping, I needed some retail therapy for sure "I really wanna get a tattoo as I said to my friends while we walked around looking at the different clothes hung on the racks "of what says njomza as she asked curiously "like the new song title ,something that'll remind me of Bella every day as I said making my friends smile unsure about my idea
"That's really what you want? What if she never comes back to you says Courtney as she asked hesitantly "she does want me...she told me that we're just having a break for now so she can think things through as I told them positively but they still looked unsure and I picked up some pants and put them against me looking in the mirror "you shouldn't expect that you're getting back together, she might move on, you never know what could happen says Courtney as she told me as she watched me pose in the mirror and I looked over at her sadly and looked away "if she does move on, I'll need double the therapy and double the champagne as I said to my friends with a laugh and they both joined in but knew it hurt me deeply
"I'm just going to try these on as I told them taking the pants to the dressing room and I hung the pants on the hook in the stall and it wasn't until I started to undress that I realized how lonely I was feeling without bella and I tried to hold back my tears but it was no use and I sat down on the seat and held my head in my hands as I sobbed. I was nothing without bella. What if Courtney was right...she could move on and I'd still be so deep in love with her that it'd be absolutely horrible, I wanted to hold her again,I wanted to kiss her again and I wanted to touch her again and my tears streamed down my face as my thoughts took over me and a rush of panic took over me and my body couldn't handle it
I tried to use the techniques my therapist gave me but it wasn't working "Ariana are you okay says njomza as she asked from the other side of the door and I got up from the seat and opened the door and I felt so weak that I almost collapsed, two hands grabbed me and carried me back to the seat and two voices spoke to me calmly, it helped me feel a little more relaxed and once I gained some strength, I noticed my two best friends on either side of me stroking my hair and rubbing my bare leg and I felt embarrassed as it was with a panic attack in the dressing room but even more embarrassed that my bottom half was just in panties
"You're okay Ariana, we've seen you nude before says Courtney making me giggle "yeah honestly, you goylt a great body just embrace it says njomza as she told me causing me to laugh harder and they stayed in the dressing room while I tried on the pants, they hyped me up which made me want to purchase them even more and I paid for the pants and we went back to my house and I cuddled up to toulouse and rubbed his belly and we watched a couple of movies before it started to get dark and they had some things on the next day so they both went home and I Laid in my bed reading a book when I thought about my ex fiancee again
I wonder how long I'd have to wait until she'll be ready for a relationship again
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dnallohleoj · 7 months
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I can't find it now because of the nature of social media but a few days ago I saw a post about someone describing all the pitfalls you'd come across trying to onboard someone onto a new Thing of some type and I was just immediately awestruck by how all but one of the things they described were symptoms of the internet as we know it today, most of which didn't exist over a decade ago.
So it was along the lines of, hey, you wanna check out my TTRPG? Here's a link to it! Simple, right? except for the other person to follow through, they have to click the link, go to itch, create an account if they don't have one, log in if they do, pay for it, download it, and open it before they can read it.
And like. None of that sounded like work to me, but that's because I'm at my desktop, like, all the time. Those things only become obstacles if you're stuck in a mobile environment.
Like, here's what it looks like when I follow those steps vs a mobile user (who, let's assume they also don't have an itch account for the sake of this)
Click link. (opens in new tab, I don't lose my place in the social feed, takes 2 seconds to load the page)
Log in. (I already have 4 accounts so I can just log into one and I know that the process is fast and painless)
Pay for the game. (A window for Paypal login is drawn over my web browser. If anything goes wrong I can restart the process without having to reload the store page.)
Download the game. (My internet isn't fast but it's a PDF, it's fine.)
Open the PDF. (Web Browser automatically opens the file. I have access to intuitive and clearly labeled controls for browsing and reading the document. Despite the fact it was formatted for print, my screen is 14-27 inches, depending on whether I'm using my laptop or desktop computer. Reading the PDF poses no real challenge)
Now, the same process, but from my phone and pretending I don't already have an itch account.
Click Link (I am redirected to a browser tab within the social media app I'm using. The browser built into the social media app is dogshit, so I have to then request the site be opened in my mobile web browser. Making this request will likely force the social app to refresh, making me lose my place in the feed, which I may never find again thanks to The Algorithm. This website was not designed with mobile users in mind. I have to scroll through a long description to reach the download button.)
Log In. (I don't have an account. All I know about this site is that the person I'm following is selling stuff on it and its mobile interface is dogshit. Can I really trust it? How long will it take to make an account? Do I really want to deal with this right now?)
Pay for the game. (Using Paypal through the mobile browser takes me away from the store page, so if anything goes wrong I may end up charged for a product I don't receive.)
Download the game. (It's a simple PDF, but most of my storage is taken up by photos and other apps, and besides, this device was made for streaming, not storing. Do I even have the capacity to open this?)
Open the PDF. (The download notification went away and nothing happened. I have to check the file browser, which was not designed well because there's rarely ever a use for it. Found the file, finally, and am prompted to open it either with my cloud storage, web browser, or some app I didn't even know I had installed. I choose web browser. The pages are formatted for print and not mobile readers and my screen is less than 7 inches long so the text is hard to read. All the controls for searching and navigating are either hidden, or in the way of me reading the file. there is no in between.)
So, moral of the story is that phones and tablets suck and we should all reinvest in good personal computers.
No but seriously, mobile phones and tablets are designed to make using them for anything outside an app's intended purpose into a tedious nightmare and it's a real fucking problem. Everyone wants to panic about losing discovery from Twitter dying or whatever but THIS is what you're fighting against. You're fighting against companies that have used barriers and restrictions to shape user patterns in ways that will hurt your onboarding even if you do everything right.
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