#look after the country is put back together and everyone's living happily

[shy-urban-hobbit]

“I mean, you’ve got to feel a little sorry for them really haven’t you?” Jaskier said from where he was mopping up the last of the evidence of the half dead rat Roach had thoughtfully decided to gift them (the first time it happened he’d shrieked in surprise before Geralt put it out of its misery with a matter of fact “Welcome to country living, city boy”). Geralt gave a non committal hum from where he was warming milk up for Ciri on the stove. The little girl sat colouring at the large kitchen table - too large for two, but that would change when Geralt’s brothers and any guests they decided to bring descended on them.

“I mean they’re just minding their own business like, Oh I’m a hungry rat. Please don’t kill me.” Here Jaskier put on a slightly squeaky voice and held up his hands in imitation of paws, still holding onto the mop, “And then wham one of the last things they see is Roach’s teeth coming towards them. So many teeth.” He gave the resident farm cat a critical stare and received a dismissive tail flick in response.

Ciri giggled at his antics which caused him to grin back at her in return. It always felt like a special sort of personal victory when he managed to coax a laugh out of the little girl.

Despite being together for six months, he was still being introduced to her as her father’s ‘friend’ (which was true enough, they wouldn’t be dating if they didn’t get along) and Jaskier was happy to go along with it. Geralt had explained without revealing too much that the little one had been let down by too many adults in her life already, himself included, and ‘boyfriend’ was maybe just a little too official sounding for the time being (and if he said his heart hadn’t broken a little for the five year old smiling at him from Geralt’s phone, he’d by lying), especially after the shit that had gone down with his ex. Geralt hadn’t gone into detail but from what Jaskier had gathered, the woman had had a hidden agenda in wanting to get back with Geralt and Ciri had almost gotten seriously hurt as a result. Geralt had blamed himself for jumping back into the relationship too quickly and so, any potential partners now had to pass what Jaskier had dubbed ‘The Ciri test’.  

He liked to think he’d passed the first portion with flying colours, the tiny blonde seeming perfectly comfortable with him in public places. Now they were dipping their toes into Jaskier staying in their home for longer periods, with Jaskier having graduated from the guest bedroom to sharing with Geralt the previous visit (the brunette wanting the ground to swallow him up when she happily informed her Uncle Eskel of ‘Daddy’s sleepover’ when the man had dropped by unexpectedly the following morning. Geralt had just shrugged and told him to be thankful it hadn’t been Lambert; who could and would, happily take the piss forever).

“Alright Ciri, put your things away and then go get your bedtime book. I’ll be in in a minute.” Geralt said, pouring the warm milk into a plastic My Little Pony cup.

“I want Jask.” Ciri declared form where she was trying to force the crayons back into their box by the (relatively small) handful, Causing both adults to stop what they’d been doing and stare at one another. This was new.

“You sure you don’t want daddy?” Jaskier asked, looking to Geralt for some sign as to what he should do.

“You do better funny voices. Daddy’s all sound the same.”

It took everything Jaskier had not to burst out laughing at that as he took in the minute eye twitch from the other man at that statement, “Geralt?”

Geralt nodded, “Mind if I stay and listen? You know how much I love The Gruffalo.”

Jaskier snorted and felt a surge of fondness. The lies we tell for our children.

It ended up being a joint effort, with Geralt guest starring as The Gruffalo “On account of you being so, well...gruff.” and admitting to a slightly too smug looking Jaskier and a mostly asleep Ciri that “Yes, Jaskier does better voices for everyone else. Especially Mouse.”

"Everything ok? You’ve gone all quiet on me.” Jaskier said from where he had his head in Geralt’s lap as they watched some mindless Netflix show. “I didn’t overstep did I?” He was suddenly frantic, his anxieties bubbling back up to the surface now that he didn’t have a performance and an audience to focus on, “I know you probably just said yes so things wouldn’t be awkward. I probably should have told her no and come up with an excuse but how can anybody say no to that face-“

“Jaskier. It’s fine, honestly.” Geralt said, rubbing his hands up and down Jaskier’s arm in a way he knew calmed him, “I’ve built up something of an immunity to Ciri’s puppy eyes. I would’ve said no if I had a problem with it. I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how I might have a question for Ciri.”

The next morning saw Jaskier seeing both of them off with a hug (also accompanied by fishing a stray cheerio out of Ciri’s hair which he had been too tired to question) before heading back to his city apartment and his job as a music tutor.

“Ciri?” Geralt asked, putting her school backpack by the door as he knelt down to help her button up her coat, “You know how Aiden is Uncle Lambert’s boyfriend?"

It had slowly been killing Jaskier not to check his phone as soon as the text notification came through but he was nothing if not professional and he would not check his phone when he was in the middle of a lesson. Thank the Gods he did wait as he was prettu sure he gave his retreating student a minor heart attack with the squeal he let out at Geralt’s message:

‘Ciri has been proudly announcing to her classmates this morning that Jaskier is her daddy’s boyfriend. Much disappointment from the single mums.’

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #witcher jaskier #jaskier #jaskier x geralt #jaskier/geralt #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #kid ciri #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #geralt

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Kiss me more

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Summary: This is the first time your friends are meeting your girlfriend and you're excited about it.

Disclaimer: I've been gone for a while because a few things are going on in my life right now. This is pure fluff, by the way, and inspired by Florence being in my country a few days ago. That said, English is not my first language, so be kind.

MASTERLIST

You were putting the chopped onion in a bowl when you heard a quick honk coming from outside. You knew, without having to look through the window in your kitchen, that your friends were there, and it immediately brought a smile to your face. It has been a long time since you managed to reunite your best friends all at once for a nice dinner to chat and laugh together, after all.

You dried your hand with a dishcloth that you usually draped over your shoulder when you were in the kitchen and, before you could go to the front door, you heard the knock announcing that you had been right on your assumption before. While you walked there to open the front door, you gave a quick glance around the living room to make sure everything was still in place after your almost manic cleaning during the afternoon. Your eyes ended on the dog walking lazily from his laying spot to sit by the door trying to act like a guard dog when he was yawning every few seconds. It made you smile as you leaned down a bit to pat his big head, making his tail wiggle happily.

“That's okay, Billie,” you said. “Stay, okay?”

Billie wasn’t exactly trained but the large dog knew when he was being dismissed and he started to make his way back to his bed in the corner just as slowly as he had come out before. You shook your head in amusement before finally reaching out to open the door. As soon as you did, you saw five people standing at the other side, all smiling and waiting for you, and you found yourself letting out a happy squeak.

“Hey, guys!” You greeted as you pulled the closest person to you for a hug. That turned out to be your best friend since school days, Anne, who gladly hugged you back while her husband, a nice guy you've met since they first started dating seven years ago, raised his hand to show the bag they had brought. You laughed when you saw the Monopoly board sticking out of the bag and, quickly, you all shared hugs. Your other best friend, Jack, had also brought his boyfriend with him, Danny, and the last person in your little friendship group, Hannah, was the first one to teasingly complain about them still standing outside.

You laughed as you took a step to the side, waving a hand to call them in. “Come on in!”

Your friends all came inside while removing their coats to hang behind the door and Jack shut the door behind all of them while talking about the upcoming rain. They all knew your small house, had been there numerous times before, so they were all pretty comfortable scattering around. It felt like decades since you all managed to be together and it brought a warm feeling inside your chest to see all of them there again.

“How have you been?” Anne asked as she put the Monopoly down for you guys to play later on in the night. That was something the four of you have been doing since college when you all came together, even if it always ended up with Jack and Hannah threatening to throw the board across the room. From all across the room, Billie didn’t seem interested at all in the people he was seeing for the first time as he easily slipped to take another nap.

“I'm great,” you replied. “I'm so glad you could all make it!”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Hannah declared with a shrug, hands inside her pockets. “It's been months since we last got everyone together.”

“Months?” Jack scoffed as he placed a hand dramatically on his chest. “More like years.”

Hannah rolled her eyes and, playfully, shoved his shoulder. “You were all too busy getting married and shit.”

As they all shared a laugh, Jack threw his arms around her to put her in for a side hug that Hannah tried to escape in vain. “Don't be jealous. You will find someone to marry you,” he joked before making kissing noises close to her face just to see her squirm.

It worked like a charm and you shook your head when Hannah finally managed to push him away while huffing. “I missed you guys,” you commented when you saw Hannah flipping him the bird.

Anne, who had moved to hug her husband, Ben, turned her attention back to you. “Where is your girl?”

You felt your cheeks growing hot even though you knew it was ridiculous to feel prude suddenly. It's not like they didn’t know you had been dating for the past seven months - it had been a big occurrence in your group chat when you told them, after all - but they had yet to know your girlfriend. You hadn’t been dating just anyone. You were dating one of the new Hollywood darlings, which made it a bit hard to arrange a meeting between her and your friends.

Florence had only shown excitement, though, and you knew she had been trying to clean her schedule for months now to make that happen. Between shooting her new movie and living her life between different cities in the USA for work and her hometown near London to see her family and friends, it took some time but you finally set up a date and that’s how that dinner came to life. And then you had to find a day that your friends could make because they all had their own lives going on between work and their personal lives, but you eventually found a date that worked for everyone. That was the first time your friends would meet Florence and you had been barely containing your excitement all week. Now, however, your friends were there and your girlfriend wasn’t.

“Oh, she asked me to voice her apologies,” you ended up saying with a small grimace.

“How british of her,” Jack teased you lightly and earned another eye-roll in his direction.

“She's going to be late,” you explained, remembering the text you had received from your girlfriend about an hour ago. Florence seemed very sorry in her text and she added several apologies that you quickly brushed aside. You knew she didn’t mean to be late. “She got stuck at the studio.” That was something that had happened before, so it wasn’t exactly news. Usually, Florence was able to be in and out of shooting at the same time every day, but there were times when things got delayed and she had to stick around. That was her job, something she had been dedicating all her life to succeed at.

“Liar,” Hannah retorted with a glint in her eyes. “I bet you told her about us and scared her away.”

You tilted your head to the side and pretended to think about it for a moment. “I did tell her to book a ticket and get as far away from the city as she could so she wouldn’t have to see your ugly face.”

Anne complained with a fake groan of annoyance, looking at Ben and Danny. “It’s like watching kids, I swear.”

“Come on, you can all come with me to the kitchen,” you said after you all chuckled at her, ready to turn on your heels to go back to the kitchen. “We can talk while I cook.”

“You're going to cook?” Hannah asked in disbelief as they all followed you back.

In the kitchen, you put yourself behind the counter again to keep cutting the ingredients while your friends find places to sit or stand around you. It felt like old times and it made you smile to yourself.

“Yes,” you replied after picking up a carrot and doing some silly movement of throwing and grabbing it to show off. “Florence was going to, another reason why she apologized for not making it on time.” Your girlfriend had offered to cook something for you and your friends when you first said they all agreed to meet up at your place, and you immediately agreed but now you had taken over the kitchen. You were glad to have, at least, learned some stuff with Florence over the months.

“I thought you would have people cooking for you now that you’re dating a movie star,” Jack teased you happily as he moved around you to try to find a corkscrew to open the wine he had brought with him. You knew he hadn’t said that to be mean or anything, but you couldn’t deny that the fact that you were dating someone as famous as Florence Pugh had been a big deal among your friends. They teased you about it non-stop ever since you told them, but they did it out of love.

“Jack, I still live in my old apartment,” you declared with a glance at him, smirking lightly when the rest of your friends laughed.

“Fair,” he replied as he pointed the corkscrew at you before handing it over so his boyfriend could do the work.

“Besides, Florence likes to cook and she's great at it too. Her father owns a restaurant and all,” you told them, even though you were sure that conversation had come up at some point. It felt like you hadn’t been able to shut up about your girlfriend ever since you met her. “She likes doing most things around the house, actually, which works fine with me because I hate doing the laundry.” Jack nodded along with that, pointing at himself as if to say he also hated that chore.

Ben decided to jump in to offer you some help while Danny poured everyone a glass of wine. “What can we do to help?”

“Just sit there,” you told him with a smile. “I got this. I was going to say I can open some wine if you guys want to start drinking, but Jack beat me to it.”

Jack quickly lowered his wine glass to say: “Honey, I always want to start drinking.”

After that, the six of you fell into easy conversation trying to catch up on all the things going on in your lives. Anne and Ben talked about plans for the holidays, Hannah was excited about her new job, Jack and Danny were trying to find a new place to live, and you jumped in to talk about your life too. It felt like old times when you would all have dinner during college, before Ben and Danny became part of the group as well, and you honestly wished more than anything that Florence fell into your group as easily as they had done before her.

Just as you thought about her - again, because that was just something that you seemed to do all the time - you heard your phone ringing from where it was placed on top of the counter. Anne helpfully turned your phone so you could see who it was and, as soon as you read Florence’s name on the screen, you moved on to wash your hands to pick it up.

“Oh, damn, guys. I need to answer this. Sorry,” you told them, knowing that your girlfriend wouldn’t have called if she didn’t actually need to talk with you. You pressed your phone on your ear and, upon hearing Jack catcalling just to mess up with you, you moved to stand beside the fridge to pretend to have some privacy for the conversation. “Hey, Flo.”

“How late am I?” You heard Florence’s voice coming out a bit out of breath, but her accent rolling up the words made your heart swell inside your chest and a smile soon blossomed on your face.

“Just a bit,” you replied and waved a hand to shush Jack and Hannah when they started to make a chorus of ‘aww’ loud enough to be heard. “Are you done filming?”

“Yes. I'm leaving the studio right now and I’m going to make a quick stop before heading to your place.” As she said that, you heard an alarm going off and a car’s door opening, so you guessed she was already at the parking lot when she called you. “Getting some wine to make up for my error.”

“You don't have to do that…” you started but then your eyes landed on your friends pouring more wine in their glasses and you rolled your eyes before adding: “but Jack is going to be the happiest man on Earth if you do.”

Florence’s husky laugh met your ears and, like a charm, your lips curled up. That was the sound you loved the most in the world. “Don't worry, I’m getting something good.”

“Great. Remember to use your key,” you told her. “I'll be waiting.”

“See you, darling.”

You ended the call right after that, put your phone away and went back to cooking. You had just started to throw things inside the pan when Hannah wiggled her eyebrows at you. “She has a key, huh?”

You blushed because that had been a new development in your relationship with Florence, something you hadn’t shared with your friends yet mostly because you were too busy and ended up forgetting about it. “Yeah.”

“So this is pretty serious,” Anne commented and, suddenly, every eye landed on you.

“It is, yes.”

“How serious?” Jack insisted with a smile.

“Enough for her to have a key to my apartment. Enough for me to have a key to her place even though I’m never going to fly to London without her,” you told them, adding a shrug in the end to play it off as nothing even though you all knew it was a big thing.

“Do I hear wedding bells?” Danny was the one to speak next and you half wanted to tell him he was spending too much time with Jack already.

“Shut up,” you groaned, turning your back at them to hide your blush. “Flo always says she’s too young to get married and that she’s not doing that before she’s thirty.”

Jack laughed the loudest of all of them as he moved to fill your cup again. “Oh, you can't wait, can you?”

Now smiling, you tilted your head to look at him and said: “I take the fifth.”

For the next few minutes, the conversation returned about everything while you cooked and you all drank wine. It didn’t take that long for you to hear another car pulling up and, a couple of minutes later, the door opening again. You glanced over your shoulder to see that Florence had just walked in while carrying what looked like a wine box that you just knew was more expensive than half of the things you owned. Your friends gracefully pretended not to notice that she was there until walked to the kitchen with a polite grin.

“Hello,” she greeted everyone while putting the wine on top of the counter to give everyone a big wave. Billie, who had been asleep ever since they got there, got up to greet his owner, wiggling his tail and bumping his head against her leg. Florence made sure to give him some pets and a quick kiss to his snout.

“Hey!” You heard all of your friends say back as your girlfriend approached you.

You took a step away from the stove and placed a hand on her cheek, smiling when you felt her arm curling around your waist before you leaned in to give her a quick peck. “Hi, babe. I'm glad you could make it.”

Florence was smiling when you put some distance between your faces, although your bodies were still touching. “And I brought the wine.” She pointed over her shoulder and then took a step to the side to face everyone else more easily.

“That is a damn good wine,” Jake whistled, clearly impressed, and earned himself a slap on his shoulder from Hannah, who also tried to quietly communicate with him to tone down his jokes for now.

Florence, who has heard all types of stories about your friends already, only smiled. She got closer to shake Ben’s hand first, over the counter since she had moved to stand beside you, before moving on to do it with everybody. “Hello, guys. I'm terribly sorry I’m late. I got stuck at work,” she told them, shaking Danny’s hand last. “I’m really sorry.”

“No worries,” Anne quickly appeased her worries with a wave of her hand. “We've all been there before. I’m Anne, by the way.”

She started a round of quick introductions that ended with Florence, in that cute way she usually did, saying: “Nice to meet you all, I’m Florence.” which, of course, made you grab her hand to put her close enough to press a kiss on her cheek. That was enough to get a small conversation going on between your friends while Florence returned to the stove with you. “Looks like you have everything under control. This looks great,” she said while looking inside the pan.

“I learned with the best,” you smiled and turned your head to look at her to see her smile but you ended up hearing her chuckle and receiving a kiss on your temple instead, which was totally fine to you.

“Sorry I wasn't here to help you before,” Florence whispered quietly.

“Stop beating yourself for that.”

She squeezed your waist where her hand was resting against you and kissed your head again. “I love you.” And, God, you had no idea if you would ever get used to hearing those words coming from her. “Go talk with your friends, I can take it from here.”

Florence knew how much you had waited for that dinner and how much you missed having all your friends over at the same time, and her offer made you very thankful for having someone as comprehensive as her beside you. Thanking her with a peck, you soon moved on to pour her some of the cheap wine that was left in the second bottle you guys were drinking before pouring the rest of it to yourself. You handed her the glass, heard her small “thank you”, and joined the conversation your friends were having.

They all made a clear effort to include Florence in the talk even if she was busy finishing dinner and, for that, you were also thankful. They were all receiving her with open arms to your group, something you were fairly sure was happening because you had told them all types of histories in the last seven months. You never hid how important she was to you, though you were sure they would’ve easily seen right through you if you had tried to pretend it was nothing.

Since you met Florence, your life has changed for the better. Being her girlfriend was the best thing that happened to you and you didn’t hold back while saying that to your friends. They were just now meeting her, but they all knew how much you loved her. Now, they got to see it in person too.

“When can we open the expensive wine?” You heard Jack asking when you and Anne were setting the table, and you both exchanged a look before rolling your eyes at your friend’s antics.

“Any time you like,” Florence laughed, stirring the food in the pan.

“You do it. I’m afraid I might break the bottle and be depressed for the rest of my life,” Jack replied and their easy conversation made you smile.

“Guess we’re giving you wine for Christmas,” Florence joked but, when you turned around to the kitchen again, she was already opening the wine while Jack waited with his glass already raised.

“Girl, you do that and you will become my favorite person in this group.”

“Traitor,” Hannah shoved him with a firm hand, making all of you laugh again.

“Darling, dinner is ready,” Florence told you once Jack grabbed the wine again.

“You heard the chef, folks,” you clapped your hands once. “To the table!”

While all of your friends found a place to sit - a bit squeezed together so you could all fit around the table - you went to help your girlfriend move the food to the plates so you could serve everyone. You were standing side by side in front of the stove when you moved your hip to bump into hers, biting your bottom lip to hold back your smile when she bumped you back.

“What?” She asked with her throaty chuckle.

“Nothing,” you replied with a shrug. “I’m just happy.”

Florence chuckled again and turned her head to kiss your cheek. “I’m always happy when I’m with you, so I’m not surprised by the confession I’m about to make.”

“What confession?” You played along with her teasing.

“I’m also happy,” she whispered as if telling you the biggest secret ever and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I love you,” you declared as a matter of fact as you kissed her quickly and moved to take the first two plates to the table.

It was a fact. A clear one, one that left no doubts. You loved Florence Pugh and you had never been happier than how you were feeling at that moment about to have dinner with your girlfriend and your friends.

As you walked over to the table and saw all of your small group smiling knowingly at you, you thought back about what Jack said about marriage before. You knew it was still too soon to think about it, not only in the relationship but also considering that both Florence and you were still pretty young, but you just knew that’s where you two were heading to. Apparently, all of your friends knew it as well.

“Here we go, darling,” Florence said as she walked behind you to hand two more plates.

“Guys, I don’t think I ever told you guys this, but Florence never played Monopoly before,” you found yourself saying suddenly and, just like you expected it to happen, they all jumped in to start voicing their disbelief about that little fact.

While they started making plans to play the game as soon as they were done eating, you returned to the kitchen, leaving Florence behind to deal with it, but not without kissing her again.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x you #celebrity x you #marvel #black widow #yelena belova #dune #princess irulan #writing #creative writing #my writing #fluff

[caapsiizzereads]

Meet me in the afterglow

Jamie Tartt x f!reader

Words: 2,7k

Warnings: language, a bit of angst (with a happy ending this time)

A/n: part 2 for Tell me that I’m all you want 🫢

Jamie has never been more excited for the pre-season. The weather in London is delightful today, the sun is shining and the temperature is at that perfect level of warmth where it doesn’t feel too hot. He’s back at Nelson Road Stadium, right where he belongs. No funny business this year. Jamie’s smiling cheerfully as he’s walking down the very familiar corridors, holding a cup holder with two cups of coffee in his hand. He strides into your office, and you smile brightly at him, putting your work aside and giving Jamie your full attention. You happily slip back into your routine.

Jamie had barely seen you during the off-season. If you weren’t working, you were somewhere away with Jason. You’d been to, like, four different countries in five weeks, living your best life. Vacation definitely suits you – you look so radiant and well-rested. Your hair is wavier than usual, your skin is glowing, and your posture is relaxed. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?

“I’ve missed this,” you say after fifteen minutes of chatter and giggles, and Jamie grins at you. “Almost as much as I missed this,” you add, smugly bringing the coffee cup to your lips. Jamie rolls his eyes but laughs nevertheless. God, he missed this too.

The blissful happiness doesn’t last long. Jamie doesn’t care much about what people say on the Internet, even if it’s everyone predicting that Richmond will get relegated again because it’s just poop-eh, yeah?

But then there’s something else.

“Did you know that Roy and Keeley broke up?” Jamie all but burst into your office.

You mimic zipping your mouth and throwing away the key.

“Oh, come on!” Jamie flops on the chair in front of you and sighs dramatically.

You shrug, unaffected. “How’s Roy doing?”

“Well, I promised not to say anything either!” Jamie crosses his arms determinedly.

Jamie doesn’t know whether it’s a lawyer thing or just a you thing, but he’s pretty sure that one stern look from you can make him spill all of his deepest secrets. So, predictably, you just raise one eyebrow, and it’s enough convincing for him to start talking.

After a short conversation, you agree that it’s a sad turn of events because Roy and Keeley were really good together.

“You and Jason are good?” Jamie asks because it feels fitting. He’s somewhat made peace with the fact that you’re in love with someone else. As long as you’re happy.

“Yeah, we’re good,” you smile.

It only gets worse from there.

Jamie is in your office the first thing after he hears that Zava might be joining the team because if someone knew anything about signing a new player, that would be you. You say that it’s just something that Rebecca wants, but it is very unlikely to happen. That is, until it does.

“Who the fuck signs a contract with ‘you’re welcome’?!”

Usually Jamie doesn’t like it when you’re mad, but nothing is more comforting for him than knowing that he has your support in his disliking for Zava. He becomes almost a permanent resident at your office. Every day, it’s “Zava this” and “Zava that”. Reminds you of the time when Roy first rejoined Richmond as a coach and refused to coach Jamie…

On the upside, Richmond is on a four-week winning streak. Like Zava or not, you’ve gotta admit that he is a hella good player. Before you can even finish that sentence out loud, the look on Jamie’s face is one of full-on betrayal. You roll your eyes, the fragile male ego.

“At least I'm still your favorite player,” Jamie declares self-assuredly.

“I'm sorry, at what point did I ever say that you are my favorite player?” you sneer at him, crossing your arms.

“It’s implied!”

“Aah,” you nod in faux agreement.

“So who is it then? It can’t be Zava.” Jamie will jump off a cliff.

“Lewandowski.”

Jamie shrugs, “Fair enough, he’s fucking great. I can be second after him.”

“See, that’s funny, because I don’t remember saying that you’re my second favorite either,” you say with an amused smile on your face.

“Oh, fuck off!”

Things haven’t been going really well for Richmond ever since that match against West Ham, they haven’t won a match for four weeks now. Needless to say, it was a little bit depressing. There is something else bothering Jamie, though. You’ve been acting weird lately, distant. You weren’t at the match last week, you told Jamie you couldn't hang out twice in one week, and when the third time you finally agreed, it seemed like your mind was somewhere else the whole evening. He gets that you want to spend time with your boyfriend, but Jamie wants some scraps of your time too! It takes you hours to reply to his texts, and even when he comes to your office during the day, it feels like even having a simple conversation with Jamie costs you effort. You just seem tired in general.

Jamie has been quietly sitting in your office for five minutes, waiting for you to finish whatever it is you are so busy doing. Not knowing what to do, he takes your coffee cup and takes a sip.

He grimaces in disgust. “What is this?!”

“Triple espresso,” you answer without looking away from your laptop.

No milk, no syrups, no joy, nothing.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Then don’t drink it,” you snatch the cup back.

“Not getting enough sleep?” Jamie smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

The look on your face just screams that you don’t find it funny one bit and can’t wait to be done with this conversation.

Jamie’s shoulders slump, “Are you mad at me?”

“For what, hurting my coffee’s feelings?”

“I don’t know! But you’ve been acting weird! You always say you’re busy, you don’t reply to my texts, you don’t make fun of my outfit choices, and I wore a jacket with shorts yesterday.”

“The fact that you know that it’s something I would make fun of you for means that my job here is done.”

“It was raining for the whole day two days in a row, and you didn’t even complain!”

“It’s London, it’s always raining.”

“And you always complain!” He’s got a point there.

Jamie looks genuinely worried, and you didn't mean to upset him at all. You sigh weary. “It’s not you. It’s just– I needed some me-time.” Jamie keeps looking at you, waiting for you to continue. “Jason and I broke up.”

Well, that was unexpected. Jamie doesn’t really know what to say. His previous attempt at post-breakup comforting wasn’t exactly successful.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” you say apathetically. “Sometimes people are just not right for each other.”

“I thought you guys were great.”

“Yeah, me too,” there’s a very bittersweet tone to your voice.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Jamie gets the hint. There’s only one thing that he wants to know anyway. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” That doesn’t sound very convincing even for yourself, and judging by Jamie’s skeptical look, it doesn’t for him either. “I will be,” you rectify, feeling a lot more sincere now.

His own selfish feelings aside, Jamie never really wished for you and Jason to break up (well, maybe except for the first, like, two weeks), and with you clearly being upset about it, Jamie doesn’t have it in him to feel pleased or hopeful about the fact. What you need right now is a friend, and that’s exactly what he’s going to be.

It’s fascinating how healing a good girls night can be because a week and two hours of screaming Taylor Swift songs later, you were terribly hungover but feeling like a whole new person. Luckily for you, your boss was one of the said girls, so after lunch, the two of you decided that there was no work that required your immediate attention and was worth all that suffering and, with a clear conscience, went home.

The loss against Man City was pretty bad. Especially considering that Zava left the team. And the sport in general… Jamie wasn’t so upset about this, but you weren’t particularly excited about all the paperwork that it left you with. Richmond hadn’t won a match in nine weeks, which was pretty discouraging too. You even invited Jamie for dinner after another lost match to cheer him up a little bit.

Then finally, a miracle happened, and Ted “came up” with some “total football” thing, which, once they had figured it out, seemed to work really well for the team. After they won a match again for the first time, Jamie invited you for a celebratory dinner, on which he cheated because he ordered takeout instead of cooking. You didn’t really mind, though, because Jamie’s cooking abilities are limited to a short list of dishes that he can make himself and a bit longer list of dishes that he can make if you tell him what to do, and you didn't feel like playing Nigella.

Richmond is on a winning streak, and the team’s spirit is exceptionally high. Jamie has been on his best game too, which he can admit that he has Roy to thank for, because he is mature like that now. Life has been really good lately.

The practice is over, and Jamie’s on his way to go and pester you when he bumps into Keeley in the hallway.

“Jamie!” She doesn’t appear to be as surprised to see him. “Walk with me.” She wraps her arm around his and starts leading him down the hall.

“You know that (Y/n) helps me out with the legal stuff in the firm, right?”

“Yeah.” Jamie’s not sure where this is going.

“So yesterday I asked her to come to this meeting with me ‘cause we were signing with that one guy. And he had his lawyer with him too, and he was, like, really hot. The lawyer, not the guy. And he was totally into (Y/n) too. I didn’t even know you could make legal terms sound so sexy…”

Keeley glances at Jamie, who resembles a kicked puppy at the moment. “I’m telling you all of this because you better put your big boy pants on and ask her out before somebody else does. Again.”

Jamie doesn’t even feel like asking how and how long she’s known, he just nods at her, and she gives him that sweet smile of hers and leaves.

It’s been almost three months since you and Jason broke up. Jamie’s been more than happy to be the one you spend your free time with again, and he’s been content with how things are between you enough to not want to risk it. He hasn’t seen you being really interested in someone anyway, but he’s seen people being interested in you. Evidently, it was just a matter of time before someone caught your attention too.

Jamie goes directly to your office, and the first thing that he notices is a big bouquet of flowers on your desk. Jason stopped renewing them a few weeks after your breakup, so it’s gotta be from someone else.

“Nice flowers,” Jamie announces his presence in the room. “Who are they from?”

“Just some guy I met at Keeley's meeting yesterday,” you say noncommittally.

So it is him. “Why is he sending you flowers?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure, but my guess is that he wants to ask me out.” You look pleased.

It’s now or never. “Don't go out with him,” he blurts.

You frown. “What?”

“Don’t go out with him,” he repeats with more conviction this time. “Go out with me.”

You contemplate him for a moment. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” Jamie hadn’t really thought it through.

“Just let it go, Jamie,” you say insistently.

“The fuck I will!” There’s no going back now. “I want this. You.” That comes out a bit desperate.

“Right,” you scoff.

Now it’s Jamie’s turn to frown, “What?”

“For fuck’s sake, Jamie!” Even with your patience, there's a limit. “You only wanted me ‘cause you couldn’t fucking have me, which is somehow even worse than if you never wanted me at all.” You glower at him. “And now again. I’m not some fucking trophy for you to want just because someone else does!”

Jamie is completely stunned, just sitting there with his mouth open, not being able to come up with a single sensible thing to say.

Your attention turns to Higgins peeking through the door frame, “(Y/n), I need your help with something.” You have never been more grateful to see him.

“I’ll be right with you,” you nod at him, smiling. He reads the room and decides not to wait on you here.

When Higgins disappears from your view, you turn back to Jamie, “We have a good thing here. Let’s not ruin it.” With that, you get up and walk away.

You haven’t seen Jamie since your little talk yesterday. This is probably for the better because you needed some space after everything. You’re done with your work for the day, but instead of going home, you’re sitting in one of the thousands of seats at the empty stadium, staring at nothing in particular and a lot going on in your mind. The sunset is absolutely stunning today. The sky is colored with all kinds of shades of red, orange, and pink, illuminated beautifully by the afterglow of the sun.

You see in your peripheral vision that someone is walking towards you, and the clashing colors of the clothes that someone is wearing are enough for you to know exactly who this is.

Jamie takes the seat next to you. You just sit there in silence for a minute before he finally speaks up.

“You were wrong, you know,” he starts softly. “I’ve always wanted you. It’s only when I couldn’t have you that I realized it. I’m sorry I was an idiot. Shouldn’t have taken me so long.”

You keep staring forward, so he continues.

“You are not a trophy, but you are my best friend. It means more to me than you know, and I didn’t wanna risk losing it. But then Keeley told me about that guy, and I thought I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t say something.”

You finally turn to look at him. Jamie’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes of his, which makes it’s impossible to be mad at him. You give him a small smile. “You wouldn’t lose me.” He smiles too.

It gives Jamie the courage that he’s been looking for, and he gently takes your hand in both of his. “Give me a chance. Just one date. And if you hate it, I swear I’ll never bring this up ever again.”

You study him for a moment, and his eyes look so hopeful. “Alright, Jamie Tartt,” you smile at him. “Make it worth my while.”

Winning the last match of the season, Richmond finishes the season in second place. Not bad for a Premier League comeback. Today’s celebration is Ted’s last day with the team. He sure as hell will be missed, but today is not about sad farewells – it’s about appreciating the people around you and everything that awaits you in the future.

Ola’s is filled with music, laughter, and joy. Jamie looks around the room: Dani is having a drinking contest with Beard, Richard and Jan Mass are having a passionate debate about something, Ted is spinning Rebecca in the rhythm of Never Gonna Give You Up, surrounded by Keeley and the rest of the players cheering and dancing next to them. Like one big and very happy family.

Jamie is pulled out of his thoughts by the movement in front of him and the sound of glasses being put on the wooden table. Then you pull him up by his arm and start dragging him with you towards the dancing crowd with a carefree smile. Jamie eagerly takes your hand in his and lifts it above you, making you twirl. You laugh and give him a quick kiss on the lips. Life has never been better.

A/N: did i sneak in the name of the songs in the most literal corniest way? yes, and what about it.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt imagine #ted lasso fic

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Because the girlies really loved my last post about Argyle (and I can't remember if I put this here or not) have some more unconditional jargyle love

“I got a job today,” 

All conversation halted as over a dozens pairs of eyes turned to stare at him. Argyle gave them all a half smile and shoving some more vegetables in his mouth. 

“A job?” Jonathan managed to sputter out, looking at Argyle like he was from another planet. He did that a lot, always had, so it didn't really bug him.

Argyle was fine with being weird.  

“Hawkins Pizza! Gino wants me to start on Thursday, earlier if I can. They reallllllly need the help,” Argyle said with a disappointed shake of his head, taking another bite of broccoli and telling them the whole story. 

He had gone in on an impulse while he was waiting to pick up Robin and Steve from work. He had just wanted a slice, maybe to pick some up for dinner tonight so Joyce didn’t have to cook, but he had walked into a waking nightmare. Half baked mushy dough, tomato sauce that tasted like it came right out of a jar, and a cheese blend that had zero stringiness. 

They didn’t even have pineapple. It was a complete travesty.

The owner hadn’t appreciated his observations at first, even threatened to kick him out, but he had managed to swing the man around by offering to make him a real pizza. 

Twenty five minutes later Argyle had a job offer and a super nice new boss. Turns out the dude was way chill, just overwhelmed by being one of three restaurants left standing after the earthquake. But good pizza made everyone feel better. It was one of the reasons Argyle had loved being at Surfer Boy so much. 

“Y’all won’t be able to handle the sick ass pies I’m about to be slinging,” He said with a lazy shaka and a chuckle. 

Everyone was still looking at him, but not with as much confusion. They all congratulated him,  lowly going back to the conversations they had been having before. 

Well everyone except Jonathan, but that guy was always zonked out. 

“You’re staying?” Jonathan finally asked. 

“As long as its still cool for me to crash on your couch, my guy,” Argyle answered. Shoot. He probably should have asked that first before taking the job, but he had just been excited to get to start making pizzas again. Being in Hawkins wasn’t anything like Cali, and he had jumped at the chance for something just a little bit familiar. 

“Of course it is. Stay as long as you want,” Jonathan answered automatically, not missing a beat, “I just- I-“

Jonathan cut himself off with an irritated sigh, turning to stare down at his plate. Argyle let him have the moment, bopping his head along to the music playing in his head and happily spacing out. 

Jonny needed things like this, moments where he could debate whatever was going on inside. His best friend was ‘cerebral’ as his abuela would put it- he needed time in his head to find the right thing to say. 

Or he needed time to find the courage to say he wanted to say without fear. Either way, Argyle didn’t mind waiting. 

“I guess I just didn’t expect you to want to stay,” Jonathan mumbled out, still keeping his eyes on his plate and not his best friend, “I mean given how insane everything is,” 

It was insane. It was all insane.

Two weeks ago they had been hitting golfballs into old cars and talking about how Jonathan needed to get his shit together, and now they were sitting in the living room of an abandoned cabin halfway across the country, surrounded by people who had only taken ten days to feel like family to him. 

It was insane that Jonathan’s little sister could move stuff with her mind, and there was apparently an alternate dimension full of hell beasts that were determined to break into their world and destroy everything. It was insane that he had known nothing about the guy he swore was his best friend, and it was insane that Argyle still managed to find a way to love him through all of it. 

But sometimes insane was a good thing.

“Where else would I wanna be?” Argyle said instead with an easy grin, slinging an arm around Jonathan’s shoulder and leaning into his best friend’s space. 

#jargyle #Jonathan byers #argyle #argyle stranger things #Jonathan and argyle #st #st 4 #argyle ficlet #jargyle ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet

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hole in one — chapter 45.

⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.

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when the door opened, everyone stood up quickly, expectant of what the results would be.

kazuha came out first from the office where the meeting had been held. her expression didn't say much, she looked at her partner and gave her a small smile, but it wasn't enough to draw any conclusions.

behind her, the professor. the group of people tried to hold him back and question him, but the man just said goodbye and left the place.

third, minhyuk's father, the lawyer, came out, smiling, and he opened his arms, inviting his son into a hug.

"really!?" yunjin squealed when she saw the professional's attitude.

just then, karina walked through the door, entering the hallway.

"guess who's still in ncu!" for every word her smile expanded wider and wider, she was so genuinely happy.

the girl started jumping up and down happily and her friends surrounded her to hug and congratulate her. they all held each other as a group.

"we thought you were going back to your hometown to sell fish on the beach." seungkwan dramatized.

"finally i'm going to be able to study in peace." minjeong began to cry.

"are you actually crying?" judged yizhuo.

"it was the most stressful week of my life." she let out almost voicelessly. "but now i'm going to be able to be the architect to your economist." she sank her face into her friend's neck.

"that's not even a thing." she played.

"see you didn't have to give up? you just needed a haru and a minhyuk's dad." joked yunjin. "and now you're going to stick with us forever and always." she kissed her forehead.

"if you came out of this, there's nothing that can get you, bestie." said the chinese girl as she pretended to get emotional.

the others went to thank minhyuk's father before he had to leave, and then they also approached the girl.

"congratulations, minecraft girl." minhyuk put his hand over karina's head. "now that you have a second chance, please don't piss no one off."

the younger girl laughed and with her finger she amusingly squeezed the side of minhyuk's stomach, causing him to fold over and pull away.

"thank you for asking your father to help me, i am always grateful." she walked over and gave the boy a hug.

"guys," juyeon walked towards both of them and joined in the token of affection, leaving the girl in the middle. "i love you, guys." she feigned the thrill.

"you don't even know me." reminded yu, laughing.

"after this, i feel like we lived seven lifetimes together."

"you can still be my classmate!" got excited giselle while approaching.

"you're right! we're going to graduate together!" they both held hands and started skipping around in circles.

"congratulations, jimin-ssi." declared haru from the side as she watched her friend and her mate celebrate.

"thanks to you, ssem. you helped me more than anyone." the blackhaired one stepped away from her acquaintance and took a few steps to the older girl.

"i'm glad i helped you."

haru laid her eyes on her with genuine tenderness and reassurance. surely because of how grateful she was to her, or because of how adorable she looked, jimin had a rush of desire to touch her, to hold her close. for a moment she didn't care if kazuha was right there, she wrapped her arms around the athlete, holding her tightly, securely, feeling her scent, laying her head comfortably against her.

kwon put one hand on the back of her head and the other on her back, and rested her cheek against jimin's.

"we still have to watch that movie, by the way." the golfer mentioned, breaking away a little so she could look at her face.

"oh, sure, exo." for a second, karina remained distracted in thought as she looked at the older woman's features. "tomorrow?"

"tomorrow." she agreed.

"guys." minhyuk called. "there's someone else we have to thank."

everyone turned their attention to kazuha, who stood by the office door waiting for haru.

"it's okay," she spoke. "you don't have to pretend you like me." she dismissed.

"great! bye! i'll wait for you guys in the parking lot." yunjin sarcastically proffered as she walked toward the stairs.

"yeah, i'm leaving too." ningning followed.

"no, but seriously," broke the silence seungkwan, once they walked away. "thank you for helping my friend."

"no matter what reasons you did it for, it was a good act." added minjeong. "congratulations on the first act of kindness you've ever done in your whole life." she gave a little clap.

"how funny you are, is clownery your degree?" replied the athlete mockingly, getting a grunt from winter.

"thank you, nakamura, now i like you 1% more." minhyuk took the word. "you only have 99% left to the top!"

"today, you finally proved that you do have a soul." continued eunseo.

kazuha raised her middle finger to them.

"thank you." this time, the voice belonged to jimin. "i will never forgive you, but thank you for today." she expressed honestly. "really."

the brunette nodded her head, accepting her words. then, she felt someone touch her waist and spun on her heels to meet her girlfriend. she slid her hands down her torso until she could join her hands together behind her back, and sheltered her face in her neck, nuzzling haru's neck and jaw with the tip of her nose.

"i'm proud of you." the older one murmured in the girl's ear and proceeded to hold her even closer to her body.

"shall we?" her best friend's voice distracted karina, who found herself staring at the couple.

her face showed reluctance at the scene of that embrace that was so different from the one she had received.

what she couldn't understand was the intense discomfort she felt inside her body when she saw the two of them sharing a kiss. it was as if someone was kicking her in the chest from the inside.

she was still mad at kazuha anyway, so she guessed that it made her uncomfortable to see someone as nice as haru with her.

yeah, that's what it was for sure.

#aespa #aespa karina #karina #yu jimin #yoo jimin #ningning aespa #ningning #giselle aespa #giselle #winter aespa #winter #aespa x reader #karina x reader #yu jimin x reader #kpop x reader #kpop gg #kpop #kpop smau #aespa smau #smau #aespa fanfic #aespa fic #karina fanfic #aespa reactions #aespa scenarios #aespa imagines #le sserafim #seventeen #monsta x #wjsn

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ouu you could do a drabble for any fic of the boys forcing her into little space

(A/N): I love this so much babes you have no idea tysm for requesting it

Warnings: Roofies, Non-Con touching and force feeding (non-sexual), forced age regression, Yandere au, ot7 x reader, they're fucked up. 

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You thumbed through the pages of your book quickly, listening to the quiet thump thump thump of the pages collapsing atop each other. The weight of the novel felt like a boulder in your hands, which shifted from one to the other as you stood at the stoop of a large, white house.

Book Club was one of the best things that you could've done for yourself. Your first year of college was taxing, courses weighing you down as exams drew closer, and the lack of friends isolating.

That was until you met the book club. Seven sexy men who read amazing books and hung onto your every word as you shared your opinion of the latest chapter invited you to their first meeting of the new school year. It became a haven of acceptance in a new and looming country.

Dark clouds hung in the sky as you waited. They threatened to come closer, as if the weight of expected rainfall were pulling them down to you. You heard stomps down the flight of stairs in front of the door, following by hushed muttering and the patter of multiple pairs of feet across the hard floors.

One of your hands flew up to brush the top of your head, smoothing down your already pulled back hair. Nerves shot through your body as the handle turned. Sure, it wasn't uncommon to have meetings at their house (Basically a frat house with only seven members), but the tension was getting worse with each meeting.

Their lingering gazes on the skin above your jeans when you lifted your arms, light touches on your lower back as you walked through the kitchen, and flirty comparisons between you and the lead in a romance novel they had insisted everyone read had you guessing.

It had you guessing as you got dressed for todays meeting, putting on the shortest shorts you owned (practically spandex boyshorts) and spraying your sexiest perfume on the divet between your shoulders and collarbone. It had you guessing as Jimin flung open the door. It even had you guessing as he pulled you into the house and into him, enveloping you in a suffocating hug as his nose grazed the skin of your neck.

"It's so good to see you!" He exclaimed, finally pulling away. "Is that a new perfume?"

You nodded, quiet as his good looks struck you again. They did every time you saw him. His golden hair framed piercing eyes that seemed to slide up and down your body every time you greeted one another.

He kept an arm over your shoulder as you both walked into the living room. Some of the boys were already lounging on the sofas, copies of the months book stacked high on the coffee table.

They all shot up from their positions and shuffled happily forward.

"(Y/N)!!" They shouted, passing you around the group for hugs.

"Hi guys!" You cheered, happily pressing your cheeks against theirs when they tightened their hugs.

When Jin finally managed to squeeze his way to you, he pulled you into a short hug and swayed you side to side.

"It's been too long, pretty girl."

You chuckled. "It's only been a week."

He huffed. His eyes turned downwards and fake cries leaked from his throat. “You don't miss us after a week!? Oh, the blasphemy!” He threw a hand over his heart. 

“Alright.” You drawled, giggling as he slowly slid to the ground in a fake heart attack. “I missed you soooo much.” 

He smiled and straightened up. His hand still wrapped around your waist tightened, pulling you into his side. 

“Good. Our girls gotta miss us as much as we miss her.” 

Your head twisted up to look at him in shock, but he was already staring ahead, seemingly unfazed. 

“Alright!” Taehyung called out, clapping his hands together with a book in between. “Time to discuss!” 

Everyone settled into their respective seats in the half circle of a couch and two loveseats on either side, facing inwards. You fell back into one of the loveseats, pulling a leg underneath yourself as you slumped into the large cushion. Yoongi fell after you, letting your knees graze as he stared into his book. His eyes shot to your side profile every few minutes as discussions slowly started. You pretended as though the rising blush on your face was from the sweatshirt you were wearing. 

You paid no attention to the discussion, only registering the varying baritones and rhythms of their voices as you zoned out. Did Seokjin mean that in a romantic way? Were you their girl? 

No. He couldn't have. 

They didn't think that way about you. Not like how you thought of them. 

“Earth to (Y/N).” A hand waved in front of your face. Once. Twice. You blinked. 

“Oh!” You shook your thoughts away, “Sorry, guys. Where were we?” 

“Where were you?” Yoongi asked, looking at you inquisitively. “You were off in your own little world.” 

You looked around the room, all of their gazes gave you varying degrees of judgement. You shrugged dismissively. “It doesn’t matter.” 

“Of course it matters.” Namjoon said. He was sitting on the furthest end of the couch, legs spread, with the book open on his lap hiding what his grey sweatpants wouldn't. “We care about what bothers you.” 

You smiled at him, and he returned it. 

“I appreciate that Joony, It just isn’t a big deal.” 

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “I haven't heard you say that before.” 

Confusion spread across your face as you looked at each of the boys. “Heard what?” 

He laughed, “Joony.” 

“It’s cute.” Taehyung grumbled beside him, a sudden mood washing over him. 

Namjoon nodded to him. “It is, But-” His gaze shifted to you, “You’ve never called me that before.” 

You sat up and shifted in your seat, eyes darting around the room. Finally, your eyes landed on your feet. 

“I’m sorry. I-I didn't mean to make you uncom-” 

“You didn't.” Your eyes shot up to his. He was looking at you in a way you hadn't seen before. He was looking at you like he was hungry; a starving man ready to eat. He shifted in his seat, pulling at his sweatpants again, before quickly placing the open book back on his lap. His eyes met yours again. 

“But you are.” 

“What?” You breathed. Your hand rubbed the back of your neck. It felt searing hot, almost molten to the touch. “I don't know what you mea-”

“You’re uncomfortable.” He sighed. “What’s making you so uncomfortable, baby?” 

“I-,” You avoided his stare and let your eyes wander down to his socks. “Nothing. I’m not.” 

He hummed. “Sure, baby.” 

You could feel the heat crawling up your scalp. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” 

Yoongi was leaned over, eyes scanning your face. “You seem like you have a fever.” 

Your eyes flitted around the room.  No one was talking, just watching you and Yoongi. Strange. 

“Yeah, I haven’t been feeling the best lately.” 

“Oh,” He sighed as if disappointed with you, “Might be a stress fever. We told you to take it easier since midterms.” 

You looked away from him in a short of shame. Last exam season was much like this one, where you had overworked yourself into a harsh fever. The boys offered for you to stay at their house, having plenty of rooms to accommodate you in, but you had refused. 

That didn't stop them from doting on you. Taehyung brought you warm drinks after his classes each day, Jungkook brushed your hair when you could barely sit up, and Hoseok tucked you in at each nightly check-in they demanded you have with them. If you got another fever as harsh, you knew they would insist you stay with them. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, a wobble to your voice. 

His eyes softened. “It’s ok, sweetheart.” His hand came up to pet your cheek gently. “We just want to make sure you’re ok.” 

The heat only increased as you noticed how close he was to you. His nose was barely an inch way from yours. He was inching closer, his exhales fanning across your neck.

“Do you want some water? Might help you cool down.”

Jungkook took your attention from Yoongi, Clearing his throat as Yoongi glowered at him. 

You looked between the two and swallowed. “Uh, Sure!” 

Jungkook retreated into the kitchen, and the room fell into a hushed silence. 

Your eyes locked with Jimin and he took your uncomfortable hint. 

“Ok!” He clapped his hands together. “What about Chapter thirteen? What did we think about the motivations of-” 

You zoned out again, only coming back to when Jungkook was stood in front of you with the cup of water. 

“Oh, Thank you.” You whispered, trying to go unnoticed as the discussion moved on. To avoid speaking, you gulped almost half the cup down before Jungkook had even got to his seat. By the time he was following along with Hoseoks opinionated rant, you had finished the entire cup. 

“(Y/N)? Do you have anything to add?” Jin encouraged you, nodding as you slurred. 

“I think-” The room swirled around you, spiraling your stomach into a bout of motion sickness. “That it’s so blurry.” 

He looked at you in mock confusion. 

“Why's it so blurry?” You hiccuped, trying to stand. The arm of the loveseat seemed to give out from under you and the floor spun as you fell into it and into darkness. 

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“Come on baby, wake up. Nap time’s over.” 

You jolted awake, your eyes shooting open to see the men crowded over you. You lightly shifted and tried to stretch. Instead, you heard a soft metal click. 

You became all too aware, all at once. As if the disorientation had melted away with that click, you noticed everything on you. 

Pink mittens, made of soft fleece, were clipped around both of your hands and feet. pink leather cuffs were situated atop those, chaining your hands and feet together. It gave you, at most, 12 inches of movement. 

You tried to yell, to scream, to cry out for help, anything, but the object gagging your sounds made it impossible. At most, you could whimper or groan at the men standing above you. Your mittened hands flew up to the gag, but the leather straps couldn't be undone with the minimal movement the mittens gave you. 

Tears started streaming down your cheeks and your body flung, trying to get them away from you as they surrounded you on the couch. 

“Someone’s fussy.” Jimin cooed, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. You flinched away, squeezing your eyes shut. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe it would all go away. 

You felt the couch dip by your head. Jimin sat down and gripped your shoulders gently. He pulled your head into his lap. 

“Did you have a bad dream?” 

You finally opened your eyes, he was staring down at you with a smile, his eyes turning into crescents as you stared up at him. 

You nodded. This had to be a weird, lucid dream. 

He clicked his tongue. “Poor thing.” 

The couch dipped by your feet and you looked up as far as you could. Taehyung was lifting your cuffed legs into his lap. His hands started to rub your calfs as he talked. 

“We only did this for the first time. Once we know you’re going to be a good girl, these can come off.” He jiggled the chain between your feet as he looked down at you. “Ok, baby?” 

You hurriedly nodded and put your head on a swivel. The rest of them were in the room, or milling about in the kitchen. 

Namjoon sauntered into the room and sat in the loveseat across from you. He picked up where Taehyung left off. 

“We don't think your Paci, or mittens, need to come off though.” Jimin and Taehyung nodded. Some of the others, leaning against the wall or sitting on the other loveseat, gave varying sounds of agreement.

 Your eyes widened as you felt the object in your mouth. It was a pacifier. You let out a stifled sob, eyes scrunching up as pitiful whines escaped from your gagged throat. 

“Oh, baby” Jimin tutted, wiping more of your tears away, “We know, We know.” He shushed you quietly, smoothing down the parts of your hair that the straps had mussed up in your earlier thrashing. 

“Such big emotions for such a little girl.” He cooed. “But you're doing so good!” 

You tried to question him, but only a “mm?” came out.

“Yes,” he rubbed your cheek with his fingers, “such a good girl.”

You steadied your breathing, taking in deep breaths as he fell into a trance like stare. His hands made methodical movements across your face, rubbing and pinching as he stared down in awe. His fingers became damp as they rubbed past the residue of your tears. You tried to be calm, quelling your panic as you kept looking around the room. Everyone was watching you, encircling you with no where to run.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” He whispered, before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Been wanting to make you our girl for so long. and now its finally happening!” He giggled and placed another kiss to the side of your cheek. “You’re behaving even better than I expected.” 

“Don’t take all her attention.” Hoseok scolded, stalking over. 

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He pouted as Hoseok knelt down next to you. 

“I think it’s time for a bottle.” He announced. 

You could hear rushed footsteps into the kitchen, and the sound of liquid pouring. Taehyung was quick to rush back with it. 

“C’mere, Princess.” He whispered, slightly shaking the bottle. 

You looked at Hoseok, who nodded back at you. Seeing that there wasn’t another options, you started to sit up. The metal chain of your feet clinked together as you slid your feet in front of yourself. The mittens around your feet kept you from feeling the shock of the cold Harwood, but it still shot through your body as your knees gently hit the floor after sliding off the couch. 

Taehyung smiled with glee, before wrapping his hands around the chain between your feet. He pulled, dragging you until he was almost straddling you. 

The rest of the boys came closer, making another circle and Taehyungs hands came up to your cheeks. You felt the cold condensation of the bottle rubbing against you as he spoke. 

“You’re going to have to be a very good girl while you take your bottle. If not, Namjoon is going to have to spank you.” 

“Mm?!” 

You swung your head from side to side, shoulders shaking as more muffled sobs escaped. 

“See?” His hands gripped the sides of your head harshly. He waited until you looked at him again with bleary eyes. 

“That. That is what will make him spank you. As long you don't do that,” He let go, rubbing your cheeks again as a calm and sweet demeanor flushed over him again. “You’ll be fine.” 

He nodded, “Ok?” 

You shook your head up and down vigorously, moaning in agreement. 

“Good” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping his hands to the nape of your neck. You felt him make quick work of the lock, and the pressure finally give way. 

As the gag fell into your lap, you took a large inhale. 

“Remember,” Namjoon said, his hands on his knees as he bent behind Taehyung, “You don't want to give me any reason to discipline you.” 

You sniffled and nodded, keeping your eyes to the floor. He looked too happy, like he wanted you to fail. Like he wanted to hurt you. 

“Alright, princess. Open wide.” 

You obeyed, letting the plastic nipple slip between your lips. All of a sudden, milk coming pouring into your mouth faster than you could swallow. You got two gulps down before it started to overflow. 

You hiccuped, and milk leaked past the corner of your lips, dripping down your shirt. Soon enough, you gasped and spit it up. Milk dribbled down your chin as quickly as your tears. 

“I’m so-sorry.” You hiccuped, mittened hands coming up to Taehyungs chest. “I didn’t mean t-” 

He shushed you with a long and gentle hum. He was looking at you softly, as were the rest of the boys crowded around you. Jimin reached from the side and lifted your shirt from your midsection to wipe your mouth. 

“Babies spit up all the time,” Taehyung mused, a hand coming to grip your chin, “Just means we have to push a little further.” 

He gripped the sides of your jaw until your mouth gave way, opening enough for him too plunge the nipple into your mouth. He pushed until it rested on the back of your tongue. You gagged as milk drained into your throat, swallowing quickly to finish, to make it stop. 

Finally, the last bit of milk dribbled into your mouth. 

“Good job!! What a good girl!” They praised, hands coming to caress your face and sides as the pacifier was forced back into your mouth. 

Hobi, smiling happily, came to your side. “I think she needs a nap after all that milk.” The boys agreed, some shuffling to the entrance of the living room. 

“Come on, baby.” He said, staring down at you. 

You whimpered under his gaze, and started to pull yourself up. 

“Uh-Uh.” He chirped, pushing his hands into the back of your hair. His fingers tangled in the locks, pulling your face back to watch him. 

“Babies crawl.” He pushed you down, your knees and palms slamming into the hardwood. You cried out as he held you in that position, legs shaking against the rough surface. 

“Crawl, Baby.” 

Slowly, you started to shuffle across the floor; crawling after your new daddies. 

#book club mc #bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #tw age regression

[littleoanh]

Hello, i am really a big fan of all your series! I am anon bec Im shy but Im always checking your profile 💗

I love Ran so much too and would it be okay to ask for a request? Like Ran had this relationship with Y/N when they were in early 20s but Ran left her bec he doesn’t want to put her in danger but he loves her still and no one else. Y/N left the country but went back years after because she’s sick (but not deadly). Ran saw her accidentally and everything came back to him. Y/N still loves hin too and Ran wanted to make it right this time since he can already protect her.

If this is too much its alright if you’ll ignore 😊

But I really love all your works! Please dont stop writing about Ran. You keep me sane!

Love,

Aki 💗

A/N: Hello Aki!! Aww that is so sweet of you. Thank you for checking out all my series :) and it’s okay if you are shy (I totally get it). I’m always open to hear people’s requests as long as they follow my rules and be understanding if I can’t get to their request right away. Haha, I will do my best to come up with more Ran series! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Back to You

Characters: Ran Haitani x fem!Reader

Warnings: Established relationship/break up, angst, reader has an illness, and fluff ending

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

Life wasn’t supposed to turn out this way, at least that’s what you had thought. You and Ran Haitani were happily dating since high school and throughout your college life. The life you lived in your younger years was bright and you were on top of the world. Until one fateful day, everything had changed. 

[Flashback]

“It’s almost our nth year anniversary.” Ran brought up the conversation while you two are sitting in your favorite spot on your college campus. It was the night before your graduation. 

“Has it? “ Your luminous smile warmed Ran’s heart, “I felt like we’ve been together since we were children.” 

“You didn’t like me when we were kids.” Ran reminded you while chuckling. He was right, you hated him when you first met him in middle school. You were the class president, you were responsible for making sure everyone in your class is following rules and attending classes. Ran came to school whenever he felt like it. You were tasked to make sure Ran comes to school, it was tedious. 

“Yeah, you were a pain on my ass.” You couldn’t help but to laugh, life seemed so much simpler back then. 

“Yeah, you had to get my shit together.” There was a distant expression on Ran’s face, you could tell something was bothering him. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked him worryingly, there was a look of pain in his lilac eyes. 

“It’s … “ You waited patiently for him to talk, you knew it’s hard for Ran to express his true feelings. He usually masked what’s bothering him with a tight lip smile or his lazy grin. “I … I can’t do this.” You grabbed his hand to comfort him.

“You know you can tell me anything, I’m always here for you.” You tenderly look at him.

“No … I mean us.” It came out in a whisper.

“What?” You were confused, what can’t he do anymore? Was he not happy in the relationship anymore? Did you do something to upset him? Or did he fall out of love with you?

“[Y/n], I think it’s best if we end things right now.” 

“Why is it best to end things? What made you decide this?” Ran saw the look of hurt in your eyes, there was an ache on his chest. 

“Believe me, this is the hardest thing I have to do. I don’t want to hurt you-” You let out a sarcastic laugh. 

“Do you expect me to actually believe that? I want you to tell me the truth, Ran.” Your mind was spinning, your heart was breaking, the tears in your eyes were threatening to fall. The next words he said, felt like a slap in your face.

“I … I have nothing else to say to you.” It stung. Your body went numb. Your mouth was moving but no words came out. “[Y/n]?” You didn’t bother to form any words, you didn’t deserve this and you refused to let him see you broken. You ran back to your apartment, you cried the entire night and you’ve never made it to your college graduation. Instead, you booked a flight to leave the country and to forget Ran.

[Present Day]

You finally made it to Tokyo after being away for so many years, everything looks different. For some reason the first place you visit is the first spot where you fell in love with Ran. It was at the park, when he had you skip school to take you out on a romantic date. He made you a picnic basket with all your favorite food and of course for dessert was Mont Blanc. You smile to yourself,  you never got over him.

“Why am I even crying?” Your tears are falling down on your face, “It’s been so long, why does it still hurt?” You needed to get out of here, you suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. No, no, no! Not now. Shit!

“What are we doing here?” Rin asks Ran, they are taking a stroll in the park. Ran for some reason felt like he needed to come by here. Like something was gravitating him. 

“Just felt walking through here.” Ran casually answers, it is a beautiful day out and they were done with their mission earlier than usual. Why not take a quick stroll through the park? His long legs take him to the spot where he fell in love with you. However when he approaches the area, his lilac eyes widen. Are his eyes tricking him? 

“Why are you stopping?” Rin realizes he is walking ahead of Ran. 

Ran couldn’t take his eyes off you … it has to be you. He recognizes your beautiful face anywhere, the rush of memories from when you two were together leaked into his mind. Your laughter, your kisses, your rambles, your scent, your cooking, the nights you’ve spent together, and most of all the way you made him feel so loved. He misses you so much it hurts. Ran had never stopped loving you. You are always in his heart and could never move on. The moment he sees you staggering, his feet take off running without hesitation.

“[Y/n]!” Ran catches you in his arms, your eyes are in a daze and trying to focus.

“Ra-Ran?” You are surprised to see him, he doesn’t have his braids anymore but you know his handsome face anywhere. 

“Are you okay?” Ran asks you with a worried expression. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine, I … I just-” The dizziness is getting too much for you and you had to close your eyes. Ran easily lifts up your body, have you always been this light? Not that you were heavy for him before. Now that he has a closer look at you, you have gotten very thin. Were you not eating well?

“Rin,” Ran looks back at him with a frantic expression, “call the private doctor and have him meet us at my place.” Rin whips out his phone to make the call and trailing Ran from behind. 

The private doctor checks your health and discovers you have an illness. 

“Kidney failure?” Ran repeated the doctor’s words, Rin had a sad expression. “What-what does that mean? Is she going to die?” Ran’s eyes frantically flicker in your sleeping condition. How long did you have kidney failure? And why did it happen to you? Ran wants to kick himself for not being there for you. 

“No, not right now but she does have a shorter time span than normal life expectancy if she doesn't get transplant-"

“So then do it!” Ran raised his voice, there is no way he is going to let you have a short lifespan. 

“It’s not that easy,” The doctor frowns, “we have to find a new kidney for her.” Ran whips his head at Rin.

“Let’s go to the black market.” The doctors stop their movements.

“Wait, wait. We have to check to make sure they are the same blood type as her. We can’t take a random kidney. Also it’s best if it’s from a living person.” Ran growls angrily, not at the doctor but at the situation. 

“What blood type does she need?”

“I need to draw her blood-”

“Her blood type is A.” Ran knows everything about you up until after college.

“She needs either blood type A or O.” Ran and Rin make a beeline for the door. Ran is determined to find you a healthy kidney from a person who is still alive. He will protect you this time, back then he felt like he couldn’t protect you and was worried he would put you in danger because of his gang life activity. When this whole time, he should’ve been worried about your health. I promise everything is going to be okay, [Y/n].

Your eyes started to flicker, you felt a bit dazed and confused. Where are you? You look in your surroundings, you’re in the most comfortable bed and in a huge bedroom. How did you get here? Ran … the last thing you remembered was Ran coming out of nowhere and catching you in his arms. Your eyes trails down at a body that is laying next to you. It is Ran. His face looks melancholy. 

You couldn’t stop your fingers from stroking his handsome face. You missed this. Then his downturned eyes are gradually opening, when he meets your gaze he sits up immediately.

“You’re awake!” Ran is cupping your cheeks and checking for any signs of sickness. “How are you feeling? Dizzy? Sore?”

“Yeah, my stomach feels a bit sore … but now that you mention it, I feel kinda numb.” You are about to touch your stomach until Ran quickly takes your hand to stop you.

“Wait, before you do …” Ran takes a minute before breaking the news, “the reason why you’re feeling numb is because you had surgery.” There are question marks around your head. When did you have surgery? When you are about to open your mouth, Ran stops you, “Rin and I found a compatible person who matches your blood type and they gave you one of their kidneys.” Your eyes widen.

“What?! How … how did you know about my kidney failure? And how did you manage to find a kidney so quickly?” Ran has a sad expression. Where you have been living at, you were placed in a long wait list to find a kidney donor.

“Our private doctor told me.” He gently rubbed his finger over your knuckles, “Rin and I know some people who were willing to help.” He excluded the part where he threatened the black market people but you didn’t need to know that. “How long have you had this illness?” You turn your head away.

“Does it matter? You ended things with me, so why would you … why did you help me?” Your tears are building up again. Ran softly turns your head back to look into his purple hues. 

“Because I’m still in love with you.” Your tears drip on your face and you shake your head.

“No, you can’t just give me that! You broke my heart and trample on it like it was nothing! You hurt me.” Ran’s eyes show remorse, he wipes away your tears and pulls you close to him. His scent has changed, his cologne smells more mature.

“I'm sorry darling, I'm so god damn sorry." The tone in his voice is rueful. "[Y/n], this is going to sound stupid and cliche but I did it to protect you.” You gave him a disgruntled laugh. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you back then. I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I ever put you in harm's way. You mean, the world to me.” His eyes are glistening with tears. “I love you, [Y/n] and I have never stopped. Please,” He is pleading with you, “don’t push me away. I want to be with you more than anything.” You start crying, he wipes it away with his thumb. “Do … do you still love me?”

“I … I know I shouldn’t … but I still do.” Ran’s heart is bursting in joy. “I can’t help it. I tried moving on but the thoughts of you never left. I can never love anyone as much as I love you.”

“[Y/n] …” Ran pulls you in a longing kiss, he misses your lips and your taste. He wants to savor this moment, never wanting to let you go again. He breaks the kiss and leans his forehead on yours, “I promise I will make this right. I will never leave you again, that is the stupidest thing I have ever done and always regretted it.” Then he places loving kisses on your face. “I promise to take care of you, in sickness and health.” 

“I love you, Ran. So much.” 

“Not as much as I love you.” Ran kisses you, swearing his love for you and to always protect you. 

[End]

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[crystiesong]

Gone too Soon

Waking up from the realm of sleep, the first thing Alex could feel was someone shaking her.

Peeling her eyes open, she spotted Andy hovering over her, a vibrant smile plastered on his face.

"You're awake! Mitéra and Patéras have been waiting for you to get up; We're leaving soon" Andy explained, bouncing up and down on the end of Alex's bed. The young girl pushed herself into a sitting position "Okay okay. Let me get up so I can get ready"

With that, her brother leapt off the bed and disappeared out of the room. Alex glanced around their shared room. It was a mess of toys, books, clothes and everything in between. Luckily they packed everything the night before so they'd be ready to go as soon as they got up. They were going to America for something to do with their Mitéra's and Patéras's jobs. Andy was super excited to go to another country; Personally, Alex wasn't that excited; She didn't see the big deal. It was just another country and she'd rather stay in their home country of Greece. But she didn't want to put a damper on Andy's mood so she kept her thoughts to herself.

Grabbing her backpack, she made her way out of the room and into the living room.

Andy and her Patéras Bailey were sitting on the couch. Walking over, Alex sat next to her father.

"Look who finally decided to come to the land of the living" he said with a smile. The young girl just rolled her eyes "Ha ha. I could just go back to sleep if you like"

Bailey reached over and hooked an arm around Alex and Andy, bringing them close in a tight hug. "You can't escape now. You are forever trapped in my hugs" Bailey laughed, bringing the two siblings closer.

"Patéras!" Alex whined while Andy just giggled.

"Alright that's enough"

Alex looked over the back of the couch to see her Mitéra Rita, standing there holding a bunch of bags. "Is it time to go?" she asked. Her mother gave a nod.

With that, everyone gathered their bags and made their way outside their apartment home. By now Alex had a bit of a buzz in her step. The sun was out, the birds were chirping and there was a gentle breeze.

What a perfect day.

The young girl happily walked with her family as they made their way through the streets. Andy was skipping up and down, being a bouncy bubble of joy.

"Mitéra, what's America like?" he questioned.

A smile formed on Rita's face as she looked down at the young boy "Well, it's a big place, much bigger than Greece. There are many different kinds of environments and people and there's so many different things you can do"

Alex couldn't help but chuckle as Andy's light lit up.

"This is going to be a great vacation, I can't wait" he exclaimed.

"This isn't a vacation Andy. Me and your Mitéra have important work we need to do" Bailey cut in. Andy stopped bouncing and let out a pout.

"Hey, we'll be able to explore ourselves and we'll be able to do so many things" Alex cut in, putting an arm around her brother's neck. That put the smile back on her adelfós's face.

Their Patéras let out a hearty laugh "I'm afraid you can't do that. You two will be staying with a babysitter while we work"

Both Alex and Andy let out whines of disappointment. They were going to another country and they weren't even allowed to explore it? That seemed unfair.

Rita ruffled Alex's hair "Don't worry. Once we're done with our work, I promise we'll all go out and do many fun things together"

Andy let out a cheer and Alex felt a smile appear on her face. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

Five years later...

Freezing rain drenched Alex and she, Andy, Damien and Tia stood there in the graveyard. Andy was clinging to her, his head resting on her shoulder for comfort. A few weeks ago, Damien had said that they'd finally been able to recover the bodies of their parents and Julie. The memories of seeing those rotting bodies would forever haunt Alex but at least they'd be able to put to rest. Andy let out shaking sobs and Alex felt tears streak down her own face. She deeply missed their Mitéra and Patéras. It felt like there was a hole in their hearts that wouldn't be able to be filled.

Anger flowed through Alex as she couldn't even properly remember the last time they saw their parents. She wished she could see them again and speak with them one last time, for both of their sakes. But that wouldn't be possible, even in this world of magic and wonder.

Alex didn't like dwelling on the past too long, on the things that would never be able to be changed. They needed to move forward.

#angst #canonical character death #greece #original story #original characters #oc #writing #oneshot

[youareinacomawakeup]

Film Rec: Bandits (2001) AKA: Be Polyamorous, Do Crimes

So there’s this movie I fucking love. It’s just a romcom, let’s be upfront about that, but here’s the appeal: It’s the only movie I know of that resolves a love triangle with polyamory. Because fuck it, Kate Wheeler has two hands.

So the film introduces us first to Joe Blake (Bruce Willis), a flirty tough guy with anger issues who fancies himself a philosopher and has terrible habits with money.

The film also introduces us to Terry Collins (Billy Bob Thornton), hypochondriac nerd who likes to cook and tends to think of himself as smarter than everybody in the room.

Incredibly flawed characters. Get used to it.

The first thirty minutes of the film or so follows the two of them, friends, as they break out of prison together and set up their first major goal, which is to rob enough banks to raise money to open a resort in Mexico. Flee the country and live out the rest of their lives in peace.

They build up this system of robbing a bank, splitting the money between the two of them and their getaway driver, going their separate ways for a couple of weeks to wait for the law to cool down (since the cops will be looking for two men), and meeting back up to do it all again.

Unfortunately, while Terry’s on the way to meet Joe, the needle on the gas gauge gets stuck and, not realizing he’s low, he runs out of gas. So he tries to jack a car. And, because this is a romcom, we’ve gotta pull out the classic meet cute of hitting the future love of your life with your car.

Enter Kate Wheeler (Cate Blanchett).

They don’t get along well at first--understandable, given the circumstances--but she and Joe hit it off right away.

She stays with him for one of those two-week separations, their relationship deepens...

Then, due to circumstances I won’t spoil, she’s forced to spend the next two weeks with Terry. In the same hotel room because there-was-only-one-bed trope. Three guesses what happens.

Joe knows what happened the second he sees them next, and he confronts Terry about it, but Kate’s having none of it.

All their problems don’t go away immediately. It takes Joe and Terry a while to stop being jealous of each other, to figure the whole polyamory thing out, because this is a movie and there needs to be drama, but the thing is...

Okay, so we’re definitely getting into spoiler territory, so go leave and watch the movie if you don’t want to be spoiled on how it ends. But this is for the people for whom whether they live happily ever after or not will make or break the whole movie. If you want to know how it ends, I’ll happily let you know, just to put your heart at ease. But let everyone else file out first. Okay?

Seriously. There’s a plot twist, and it’s good. I don’t want to ruin it for you unless it’ll be the deciding factor for whether you watch this movie or not.

Okay, is everyone gone?

Last call to click out.

Okay.

So the movie opens up on what looks like a hopeless situation, right? They’re in a bank, there’s an army of cops outside, it looks like our heroes are totally cornered, and they’re talking about how Kate betrayed them.

But we aren’t the intended audience for that scene.

The hostages are.

It’s all an act.

The scene the film opens up on is Joe and Terry setting the stage to fake their deaths. Which they’re doing with Kate’s help. Why?

Because they’re going to live happily ever after in Mexico, just like they planned.

See, there’s a character I’ve barely mentioned named Harvey, who is not part of the polycule. He’s Joe’s cousin, the getaway driver. And he wants to be a stuntman, and as such, he’s super interested in practical effects. He’s introduced with a scene of him trying to figure out how to fake gunshots.

This? This is a Chekov’s gun. Or, rather, it’s a Chekov’s...absence of gun?

The film ends with Joe and Terry staging this huge conflict where they both pretend to get shot in front of as big of an audience as possible.

With Harvey’s help.

Kate “turned them in” to not only increase the size of the audience with an army of cops, but to take any suspicion off her, as well as to snag an extra million in bounty.

She breaks up with them, briefly, because of all the fighting, but that’s the last shove Joe and Terry needed to realize they have to pull their shit together and figure out the whole polyamory thing because the jealousy was never worth both of them losing her.

They all live happily ever after in Mexico, with Kate proving that she does in fact have two hands by using them to hold the hands of both of her men.

Everything’s okay. For one goddamn time in the history of cinema, all the bank robbers live happily ever after in the end, and it’s in the movie with the polyamory.

So go fucking watch the movie. Do it. It’s on Tubi right now (meaning it’s free to watch, so you have no excuse if it’s your kind of film) and it’s just fluffy feel-good schmaltz about bank robbers falling in love. No divine retribution for daring to break the laws of love or any shit like that, just...love conquering all.

#rec #film rec #bandits (2001) #polyamory

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

oh i have an angst request that is on my mind for a while, so what about steve rogers went back to the past to be with peggy leaving his fiance, reader behind. bucky and sam were pissed about it and Reader decided to move away to another state or country so she could stop remembering the times that she has with steve.

I'll just repost one from my old blog which i stopped cause of the haters. :) with a bonus of a little loki x reader villain moment and a sprinkle more of angst.

If I can't have love..

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You were happily married with Steve for years now. You were a part of the team as an assassin, but he refused to let you go with them this mission. Time travelling was an unknown territory, and he was afraid you’d both be lost.

-STEVE FUCKING ROGERS what the fuck you mean i cant go?

-YOU CANT AND IT IS FINAL (Y/N)… - he shouted at you frustrated, punching a hole in the wall that made the whole team look at you two, as you just walked out slowly without flinching, giving a death stare to him, before shutting the door harsly.

You went out for a run. Soon enough Natasha was running along with you. You didn’t look at her, nor said a thing, just ran a bit faster, which of course she matched easily.

-You know he’s just afraid he’d lose you.

-Yea and i’m not afraid of losing him huh? - you said rolling your eyes, sprinting now. Anything to let them leave you alone.

This was the day. You were sitting out on a bench near the compound. This morning when Steve left your shared bedroom, he kissed you softly, said he’ll be back before you’d even wake up, and that he’ll love you forever no matter what. He then kissed your wedding band, and left.

You saw the flashing lights, so you stood up, and walked inside.

One by one everyone came back.. Everyone except Steve.

Bucky looked at you, tears in his eyes. He walked up to you, put a wedding band in your hand and ran out.

-Wait.. this… this is Steve’s… Nat.. Nat what the fuck happened over there?

-I don’t know… I was in a different timeline.. Bucky was there, maybe he knows..

-Fuck… - you ran after him, tears streaming down your face.

-BUCKY BUCKY.. please.. please tell me… I have the right to know… what happened? -You pleaded at his door, the rest of them behind you in the living room area.

The door slowly opened, his eyes were bloodshot, he had been crying. You were expecting the worst. But you did not expect what you heard when you all sat down in the living room.

-I… I don’t know how to tell this nicely.. so i’ll just tell the facts. We were progressing with the mission, it was going well.. Then he saw Peggy… I tried to get him not to walk up to her. I know he missed her, but it could fuck up the present greatly. He said he wanted one last dance… Then when it was time he gave me his wedding band, and to say how sorry he is. And he… he fucking stayed in the past…

-He… He left me… for someone in the past.. We spent a decade together, happily married.. Then he just left like that..

-Doll… he’ll be back, he can come back..

-The fuck he will.. He chose someone 60 years back in the past over his own fucking wife.. I’m nothing to him, just a fucking stand in…- you went for the door, turning back just to say with a poker face - expect my letter of resignation by the end of the day.- then you left without another word.

Nobody dared to follow you. You were too heartbroken for calm ehaded conversations right now. They wanted to gave you a few days to calm down, then talk to you out of leaving the team. Only when they went to the house you and Steve bought, they found traces of heavy drinking, picture frames broken, pictures burned, torn up, clothes scattered around, but only Steve’s.. Everything in the house that was yours was gone, including you. They knew that as a trained assasin you could hide, and wipe your complete existence, so they knew it was pointless to search for you. If you wanted noone to find you, noone could. They cleaned the house, put Steve’s stuff back in place, and his wedding band in the middle of the coffeetable with a burned picture which now only had him and his smile. Bucky couldn’t bear to stay any longer, as he didn’t just lose Steve that day, he lost you, and he couldn’t even imagine what you’ve felt. If he felt betrayed, what about you? Steve throw a happy marriage out the window for somebody who probably wasn’t the ONE, every signs, all those years with you just showed how you were that. But now it was too late. He hoped wherever you went, you’ll find peace and happiness. Or something pretty close to it. Little did they know.. You met Loki at a bar, he was bitter, the kind guy long gone. He seeked revenge, just as much as you. In your brain Steve’s betrayal transfered into the team’s betrayal. They sent him back, not letting you go, if you could be angry with Steve, you might as well be mad ont he team. It was their fault now. If there wasn’t a stupid mission to bring back half the population, then you’d still have Steve.

Loki just came back into your life the right time. He wanted his revenge, you wanted yours. You both were deadly. You both knew secrets, and that made you the biggest threat ever. Good thing they didn’t know you were about to give them the first blow.

A few weeks later suddenly all systems shut down. The elecricity gone. Without FRIDAY they couldn’t leave their rooms. You just wanted them to be on alert. That made it more fun. Loki stole the tesseracht, you just smashed shit, and left a little note: GUESS WHO’S BACK. Without FRIDAY they didn’t have any camerafootage either so they didn’t know who was it. Of course the missing Tesseracht made them think it was Loki.

-Yea, but with whom? Last i remember Loki was stupid for tech.. He couldn’t have shut everything down without the codes, without knowing what he does. Nothing is busted in the server rooms either. This can’t be him alone. -Said Tony. – do any of you know of anyone who’s this good with tech and we didn’t put them behind bars yet?

-Well, there was that guy, he just got out of prison. Maybe it’s him? – asked Sam.

-No, he stopped, we kept an eye on him, also he didn’t know any of the codes, you’d need to have some kind of clearance to acces these stuff… And that is something only this team had. And unless someone is helping Loki, and pranking us from this room, then i don’t know who could be.. – said Nat.

You and Loki laughed and clinked your glasses of whiskey. You now had power, you knew their weaknesses. You literally defeated every one of them in combat. There was no way they’d defeat you. Drunk from the power and the whiskey, you turned to straddle Loki’s legs, putting your hand around his neck, as you both smirked at eachother, while you took the cigarette from his mouth, taking a drag yourself. His hands went to your hips, caressing upwards from your thighs.

-I didn’t know there was this bad girl under that perfect little housewife… - he said smirking, raising an eyebrow.

-Oh there was.. It just took a little betrayal.. I take you like it though.. – you said winking, as you grind down on his erection through both your clothes, as his fingers held your hips so thight, you were sure it would leave marks. -Fuck yea i like it. – he said, before pulling you in for a kiss. You didn’t like him in the slightest, but the broken heart, and the shared bloodlust did something to both of you. He teleported you with him using the tesseracht, straight into your shared secret spot not even far from the compound. It was a small shed in the middle of a forest. You were still straddling him, and he was trying to remove your tactical gear. Caressing your hot skin as if it was the most beautiful thing he ever saw or touched.

-I was waiting for this for so long.. You’re so beautiful (Y/n).. He was a dick to ever think anyone could be better than this. – he said and you moaned at the praise.. He felt your juices seeping through his pants.. -Hmmm… you have a praise kink doll?

-oh shut up Loki.. touch me already… - you said as you removed the last pieces of clothing from yourself..

He smirked then turned you both around, so he was between your legs, pinning your arms above your head with one hand.

-Let me test my theory… - he said as his free hand travelled down south stopping just above your mound. -Want me to fuck you like the good girl you are? That smart, sexy, dangerous girl i saw today the first time and fell even more in love with? – you moaned at his praises, goosebumps rising on your skin, as you bucked your hips to his hand, needed all the friction you could get.

-Damn so wet for me already… -he whispered against your neck, as he planted kisses under oyur ear, over your collarbones, as his fingers gathered your slick to draw lazy circles around your clit, earning breathy moans from you.

-Loki.. please.. need you.. please..

-mmm i love when you beg baby.. Your wish is my command..- he stated as he dipped two fingers into you, trying to prepare you…When you were ready, and incredibely on edge, he took his fingers, making you whimper at the loss of contract. He smirked at you and took his slick covered fingers to his mouth licking your juices, while slapping your overly sensitive pussy with his member.

- How badly you want it darling? –he asked lining himself up to your etrance, but not pushing in. You just rolled your hips trying to get him to enter.

-Words.. – he smirked, and when you opened your mouth to talk, he slowly pushed in. The words died on your tongue, only a moan coming out. When you got used to his size, he started to thrust into you roughly, you were sure his hands gonna leave marks on you, as well as his mouth on your collarbones. You were close, but you kept it back, you needed to be told that you can cum. You were a good girl after all. He sensed your walls clenching around him as he neared his own release.

-God, if you’ll squeeze me like that i won’t last long… Such a good girl, taking me so well… - that had you trembling under him.

-Please.. pleasee.. i need to.. i need to.. – you tried to say, buti t was just a whimpering, moaning mess..

-Don’t worry honey.. i’ll keep you safe.. cum for me… cum around my cock.. – he said, and you did just that.. When he pulled out after some time, you whimpered again. He caressed your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.. He got up to fetch a washcloth to clean you up, but by the time he got back tot he room, you were asleep. Like an angel he thought.

-How could that bastard ever let you go.. – he whispered before joining you, pulling you close to his chest.

The next morning the bed beside you were empty. You were sad, but somehow okay with it. You knew Loki was a player, and you were just partners in crime, not a couple. It was okay that he left you. You thought… Until the front door opened, and he entered with a boquet of hydragenea, and fresh coffee.

-You didn’t have to… - you said shyly.

-I wanted to.. I might be the big and evil Loki, and just your companion in taking revenge… But that doesn’t mean i can’t spoil you.. – he said with the most charming smile, you didn’t know he was capable of.-In the meantime, what do you say we play with them a bit more?-Oh i like the idea… maybe we could get a few bad guys out of the cells… allies you may say… - you smirked at him wickedly. And he would be damned not to comply. It was an easy task, yet it would fuck with the avengers greatly.

You both got ready, and teleported into the cells. You shut down everything again, and started to free some of the worst criminals. On your way out someone shouted at you..

-Doll?

It was Bucky, you smiled at him, wicked, almost as if wasn’t even you, then you launched at him.

-Im not gonna hurt you doll.. Stop this.. Why do you help him?

-Oh Bucks.. he’s helping me.. You all at fault, you let him go, you didn’t drag him back.. And well.. turns out i’m bad at betrayals, but oh so good at revenge..- you said as you kept attacking him.

-Noone betrayed you angel, only Steve.. – Sam flew in, and tried to get you, but of yourse couldnt.

-Loks.. now. – you said, then Loki teleported you, and the criminals out of there, back to your secret base.

-Fuck.. – Said Sam and Bucky in unison.

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The same time, the power got back, and the teleport flashed. Steve laid in it. Nat ran up to him.

-Hey big guy.. what the fuck took you so long?

-I saw Peggy.. It all came back..

-Then why didnt you stay?

-I.. She wasn’t the one… (Y/n) is..

-Well good morning prince charming.. She just attacked the compound with Loki… seeking revenge on US because you though fucking PEGGY when your WIFE IS WAITING FOR YOU HERE IS A FUCKING GOOD IDEA.- Bucky shouted at him, as he took his collar, and pushed him up a wall.

-What are you talking about Bucky? – asked Nat.

-Oh yea, good news, (Y/n) was the one shutting down everything, Loki has the tesseracht, and they just took 5 of the most dangerous criminals with them.. god knows where.. Loki wants revenge that we knew of.. But now (Y/n) wants revenge because we didn’t let her come, and we didn’t fucking dragged you back… And you know what Steve? I understand her. You left her after a decade, and after being married for someone you spent a month with in the fucking 40’s. Do you fucking understand how that would feel? How did i feel when i lost my best friend and i had to gave his wedding band back to his wife back home, breaking your heart beyond being able to be put together again?How bad it felt when i saw your fucking house trashed and completely without any sign of her ever being there? – he shouted at him, crying, before letting him go, sinking tot he floor, as Bucky ran out god knows where.

Steve just hide his face in his hands.

-Get up big guy, you’ll save your marriage if you can, but first we need to get back those criminals and the fcking tesseracht. Do you know of any secret sports we don’t know of?

-I have a few ideas ..

Then the search for you started

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After two weeks there was only one abandoned base they didn’t check. When they arrived, you and Loki teleported out tot he field before them, bringing the criminals with you. You were surprised to see Steve there, but it just fed to your anger.. Smirking at them you asked.

-Awww you came out to play? – you asked as you played with your knives in your hand.

-Why are you doing this honey? -Steve asked, but you only laughed and sent the wedding band from your finger as well as the one he proposed with straight to his palms with help of the tesseracht.

-So, dearie.. how did Peggy feel? Did you fuck her good? Where did you left her?

-Jesus (Y/n).. I know i fucked up but the team had nothing to do with it. Just give back the tesseracht, send back the criminals, and fight me then..

-Oh Stevie, Stevie… You know… i’ll happily gut you any day for betraying me and everything we believed in…… after you saw every single one of your teammates die in front of you, everyone that mattered breath their last breath out.. But then who will play with me..

-Why? Why do you do this?

-If i can’t have love, I’ll have power.

#from old blog #clementinesjourney #loki x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america #requested #request

[inosukebakugo]

bakutodo ryokan trip fic - Warm During Winter

So I need y'alls help because I've written 6 more chapters and a smut scene and I'm trying not to just dump it on AO3.

Class 1-A decides to plan their own trip over winter break and they go to a ryokan for some R&R. This is a slow burn (for me) and mostly pining and fluff tbh the fucking got cut okay but I'm obsessed with Todoroki having an attitude. Put under the cut because the first chapter alone is 1.7k

As the snow started to fall and bring the first feeling of winter with it, class 1-A were all congregated together in their common room. Across the large coffee table were pamphlets, papers, and two laptops with Momo and Denki sitting on the floor to compare screens. Bakugou sat on the end of the farthest sofa and kept reading his book. He wasn’t even sure if he was going with them yet. Someone had suggested they plan their own trip over winter break and the entire class had run with the idea. At least if it wasn’t a school sanctioned event, the likelihood of being attacked by villains went way down. They were just a class of kids on a trip together at that point.

The whole group chattered away, full of ideas of where to go and what to do. They could travel anywhere by train so all of Japan was open to them. Every one had their own ideas. Yaoyorozu wanted to leave the country entirely to go skiing but that was quickly thrown out as not everyone had a passport. Kirishima suggested some kind of death hike up Mount Fuji but the only person crazy enough to go with him was Uraraka and that was… Scary.  More and more crazy ideas came spouting out of the group until a certain blond lost his temper with their arguing.

“Would you all just pick something and shut the fuck up?” Katsuki yelled from his end of the living room. “Just go do something normal, like an onsen or whatever.”

“That’s a great idea Bakugou,” the first voice to speak was a surprise to everyone except the two of them. Todoroki had spent many evenings asking annoying questions while they were on their way back from remedial classes. Somewhere along the line, at least Shoto considered them to be friends. After all, Bakugou had learned some pretty tough truths about his past too on those nights. “Maybe a ryokan would be good so we could stay there too.”

“See now there’s an idea,” Bakugou scoffed. “Get all of you out of my hair for a week.”

“Are you not going to come with us Kacchan?” Midoriya asked, turning the whole class on him.

“No, and I’m leaving before you extras annoy me too much,” The blond just stomped away from the group and back to his room.

“Well he’s no fun,” Mina huffed as she sat back on the couch. “But he did have a good idea.”

“A ryokan it is!” Kaminari announced happily as he began a new search. “But I’m not going to be the one getting punched in the face to convince Bakugou to come with us. Kirishima?”

“Nope, me neither bro,” The redhead hardened up to back up his point. “I’m not going up there.”

“Well we’re booking it tonight so I need to know if he’s coming or not,” Kaminari complained while everyone else was looking around to see who would be the one to go after the explosive boy.

“I’ll do it,” Todoroki sighed and got up. “You guys really shouldn’t be that scared of him. There’s no way he’d blow up the place where he lives.”

“See you’d think that,” Izuku laughed uncomfortably. “But he’s done it before. I don’t think I ever saw his mom that mad.”

“Hmmm,” Shoto contemplated. “I’ll have to ask him about that sometime.”

“Please don’t!” Midoriya was almost begging. “He’ll know I told you.”

Todoroki just hummed again before leaving the room and punching the elevator call button. He waited patiently and listened. Before long his friends were going back to their conversation about where to stay. Frankly, Shoto couldn’t care less exactly where they end up. He just wants all his friends to have a good time and a week in a hot spring town is exactly what they all need. Bakugou included whether he agrees or not. While he never met the woman, the stories that the blond tells of his mother sound an awful lot like him. Exactly like him, in fact. The look on Izuku’s face when he mentioned her definitely confirms the theory. The elevator doors opened and instead of the 5, he pressed the 4th floor. It wasn’t long until he was knocking on Bakugou’s door.

“What?!” Katsuki snarled as he opened the door but he backed off once he saw who it was. “I’m glad they had the sense to send you; but I’m still not coming with on your nerd trip.”

“Why not?” Todoroki asked and walked into his room when Bakugou stepped aside. He did his best to ignore the light feeling in his chest at the blond’s words but he didn’t do a very good job. “It’ll be fun and relaxing I promise. What could you have to do that’s better than spending a week in an onsen?”

“First of all,” Bakugou even held up a finger to emphasize his points. “It will not be relaxing because the rest of the idiots will be there causing trouble. Second, I was going to take advantage of the empty training rooms while you’re all gone.”

“So you’re going to work yourself to death,” Todoroki’s face would’ve looked neutral to anyone else but Bakugou could see the attitude in it. All disappointment and challenge. “Healing your body is important.”

“Yes and I can do that without being naked around all of you,” Katsuki argued back. “Amazing, isn’t it.”

“Would you go if it was just you and me?” Shoto challenged him again. Maybe the harsh attitude the blond kept up was rubbing off on him. If anything, it was only the fact that he felt comfortable enough with Bakugou to be genuinely curious.

“Yeah because you know how to be quiet sometimes Icy Hot,” Katsuki scoffed but there was also a hint of truth to his response. He would if it were just the two of them, if he could try and see if the fire and ice user felt the same way about him. Hell, maybe Katsuki could make him if he swept him off his feet… But he was also painfully aware of how uncertain he was of Todoroki’s feelings for him. It was a fine line he was dancing and Bakugou hadn’t dared toe it yet. “Listen hot springs sound nice but I don’t know if I can tolerate those idiots every day of my vacation.”

“I have a solution,” Shoto was straightforward as always. “I will make sure one of us gets a room with a private bath.”

“What, so I can be holed up in the room all day?” Katsuki snorted but he was cut off before he could continue,

“Well no,” Shoto didn’t usually bowl people over in a conversation but he learned quickly that it was the only way he could get a word in with his friend. “You could hang out with me and then we could go do stuff with everyone later in the day. It’s the best of both.”

“You really want to hang out with me, huh?” Bakugou hid his blush behind a cocky smile. He looked over at the one person he would willingly call a friend and thought the situation through. The chances of fucking up, of really and irrepairably fucking up his friendship with Todoroki were high. What if at the end of it all, Shoto just didn’t feel the same way? The little nagging voice that sounded just like his mom came from the back of his head, asking what would happen if Shoto did return his feelings. Before he could speak again, Todoroki did instead,

“I always want to hang out with you,” Shoto said bluntly, making Katsuki’s heart beat just a little bit faster. “And I know you’ll have fun if you come with us, even if you’ll pretend to complain the whole time.”

“Only one correction,” Bakugou sighed, knowing he was defeated in the face of a determined Shoto Todoroki. “I’ll have fun if I go with you.”

“I’ll tell the others you’re coming,” Shoto gave him a rare smile. It was wide and warm and all for Katsuki. The blond wanted to melt where he stood but his legs stood firm under him. “Are you going to come back down or are you going to bed?”

“I’m going to bed so watch how loud you are when you come back upstairs,” Katsuki tried to hold onto his usual attitude but for once it wasn’t hitting quite right. The ease of how Todoroki had asked him what he was doing had shocked him and he did his best to stop his whole face turning red. “If you wake me up, I’ll come up there and kill you myself.”

“Sure,” Todoroki had the audacity to roll his eyes before turning to leave and despite how bad Bakugou wanted to keep him, he was allowed to leave. Even when he continued to taunt Bakugou. “So scary.”

The insult Todoroki was waiting for as the door closed never came. He was surprised but not enough to go back, he’d annoyed Bakugou into coming on the trip with them and he wasn’t about to risk it. While Shoto was on his way downstairs, Katsuki was practically beating himself up on his bed. He was basically getting everything he wanted and more but he still had to act like a damn fool. He sounded like an idiot. He was an idiot. Shoto definitely thought he was an idiot. Still, he offered to get a fancy room for them just so Bakugou wouldn’t have to be around the extras all the time. He was thinking about Bakugou at least, that was something. As he stared up at the ceiling, he silently decided that he would try to woo Shoto on the trip but if he was rejected, that was it. He’d let it go. A part of him wanted to call his mom but he didn’t know if he could handle her teasing about having a crush right now. Instead of doing anything at all, Bakugou decided to at least do as he’d said he would. Quietly he got ready for bed and when he went to lay down, Katsuki found a certain scarred face behind his eyelids.

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #tdbk #todobaku #todoroki x bakugo #todoroki shouto #bakugo katsuki #my fic

[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2022 - Day 10 Star

In Samdy Kids, Bendy cannot leave the Workshop - as soon as he crosses the threshold of the building, he will probably cease to exist immediately (or not immediately - and will be accompanied by painful agony). Therefore, it is not able to see the outside world - except through the only link between the Workshop and the outside world - that is, through the real Exit Door. Usually it does not bother him. The colors are fascinating, but it is enough for him to see them by peering through an open door. But there is another thing he has been very keen to see since Sammy told him about it - and that is what this whole little chapter is devoted to. To see the sky, Bendy has to lie on his back on the very threshold and then he can see the edge of the sky. Interestingly, when he's lying on the threshold, the world of colors has a little effect on him, so you can see that the shading on his head is blue, not yellow (as in the Workshop and here on his chest). A little accent that you might have missed.

This Ink Demonth was my first idea. Literally browsing the list of themes and seeing the word "star" I thought about this scene - and that's when the idea was born to do this year's Ink Demonth with quotes from Samdy Kids. You're welcome, huh? :D For other curiosities - originally this picture was supposed to be oriented horizontally, i.e. from the viewer's point of view, Bendy was supposed to lie sideways. I changed the concept after doing the lineart, when forgot to rotate it while scanning, and I said "oh, it looks better this way".

The plot of "Samdy Kids" takes place after Joey's death and the release of all the people from the Workshop. Bendy, together with his children and all the toons (Borises, members of the Butcher Gang), are forced to stay in the Workshop - which, however, doesn't turn out to be a bad thing, when Sammy returns to his family and begins to build New Workshop, an utopian underground country where everyone can live peacefully and happily.

Link to rules of the Ink Demonth.

+ BONUS, version with no background colours and no dark filter :)

If I wanted to do it in this version, I would have to put in a bit more work - and if I have to make all the Ink Demonths before September end, I don't have time... But you have it in this form.

#The Ink Demonth #Bendy and the Ink Machine #Bendy #Ink Bendy #Ink Demon #BATIM #Samdy Kids

[cosmictuesdays]

📓

I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.

Hawkins, Indiana! A gem of American small towns. A good place to live, raise a family, not get into too much trouble. The main employers are the local government and the public school system; its attractions include the well-zoned downtown area, the Fourth of July festival, and the nearby military base.

It's no secret. Everyone knows about it. The base is several miles out of town - a short drive, a decent bike ride, a long walk. It's one of the country's smaller army bases, as these things go: mostly, it's a regional basic training center, and only dates back to the mid-sixties. You've got recruits, you've got officers, you've got staff. You've got people who go there to train and people who go there for assignments and people who live there year-round. A sizable number of the people who live there year-round are married and raise children. Because it's as far out of town as it is, the kids who live on the base just go to school there. The class sizes are smaller, and the education is slightly varied from what the kids get in the town's public schools.

The man in charge of their education is one doctor Sam Owens.

It's not all the children he takes a particular interest in, only a few - and you'd have to look closely to put together the kids he takes a particular interest in are all in blended families, their parents all remarried after divorces or deaths - though if you ask, he'll happily go on about how he genuinely enjoys the work of educational administration. Seeing all these young people with such different personalities and abilities grow and develop.

Everyone knows there's kids who live on base. People come into town on evenings and weekends to see a movie, have a beer, get some air. Kids get taken into town with their parents to have a meal at the diner, go swimming at the pool. Kids from the base meet the kids from the town, and there's friendliness, but no real mixing. Not when it's such an effort to keep the friendships going when there's that much physical distance between them - and, to be honest, a bit of a culture shift. The base's brats are all friends with each other, with Dr. Owens having no tolerance for bullies.

The previous man in charge of the children's education lasted about six weeks before being transferred to a less people-oriented position, much higher in management and far removed from the day-to-day work of dealing with the practicalities. The arrangement gives Dr. Owens a little more freedom.

The arrangement gives the kids homes to live in and parents who love them.

The arrangement has the kids knowing exactly where and when certain actions are appropriate, and under what circumstances they're allowed conditional permission.

One of the base officers, James Hopper, is from Hawkins, and didn't request the transfer. He was told where to go, and he went. He was told about his duty to the country, and he fulfills it. He's a loving husband and a caring father. He'll sometimes take a weekend's leave to the house he keeps out in the woods, spend some time by himself, get some perspective.

Sometimes he brings his daughter Jane along. Not her mother - the two of them don't even sleep in the same bedroom, let alone the same bed. They're on good terms, happy in the arrangement, and there's some weekends it's nice to not pretend.

Jane doesn't think much of this - a bunch of her friends' parents don't sleep in the same room, either. She always likes those weekends, because her dad's always made sure she understands she doesn't need conditional permission when they're out there. It's okay. He knows she knows how to do things safely. He's seen her demonstrate why Dr. Owens takes an interest in her education over some of the other officer's kids.

The house is a little closer to town than the base, and those weekends usually begin with an afternoon getting groceries and, if they got an early start, hanging out with the local kids.

The base's brats are all friends to each other, and misfits when it comes to the town's social scene.

Which doesn't stop friendships between townies and base brats from forming.

It's just a little harder, is all.

[saratogaroadwrites]

For King and Country (105/122)

For King and Country | saratogaroad rating: T total wordcount:  280,466 characters: Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane, Aranella, Batu, Tani, Lofty, Leander Aristidies, Bracken Meadows relationships: Roland Crane & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Aranella & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane & Aranella, Batu & Tani, Batu & Evan, Tani & Evan, Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum & Lofty, Rolander other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Place Slowly Becomes Home People Slowly Become Family, Found Family, For Want of A Nail warnings: none

Pulled from his world by mysterious powers, former president Roland Crane finds himself caught in the middle of a coup meant to take the life of the young King Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum. Joining forces with Aranella, the pair of them set out to aid Evan in making his dream of a kingdom where everyone can live happily ever after a reality.

But the road to peace is a long and treacherous one and there is no promise of success in a world where darkness spreads ever thicker with each passing day. If they are to stand a chance, they must stand together, for king and for country.

(A retelling.)

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“’Ere we are,” Batu rumbled, setting down the trays in his hands. “Country Corn Soup, pipin’ hot, an’ all the tea ye can stomach.”

“Thank you, Batu,” Aranella shifted gingerly, mindful of Evan dozing on her shoulder, and scooped up one of the mugs of thick soup. The porcelain was warm against her palm, and she nudged it in Evan’s direction until he woke enough to take it. “I doubt we could have all managed to make it to the dining room like this.”

“You’re telling me,” Bracken muttered, rubbing just above the metal joint of her right knee. She dug her fingers into her flesh, brow furrowed. “I haven’t been this sore since I actually got this thing attached!”

“Why—ugh—why is that?” Tani lurched upright from her slump on the couch of their commandeered study with a groan as her father pushed a mug of soup on her as well. She narrowed her eyes up at him, sitting back. The couch seemed to be all that was keeping her upright as she asked, “You two didn’t even fight Oakenhart, so how come you look as tired as Evan and me?”

“It was the spell you all got hit with,” Roland said, cupping a mug of tea in his hands as he sat cross-legged on the floor, the hearth crackling behind him. A bath and a night’s rest had done him well, but he still looked rather tired. There were still bags under his eyes, and under Leander’s as well. Aranella frowned pensively. It had been rather hard to rouse them…maybe it was time to call Tethis for a check-up. “It hit like a Dragon. I’m not surprised you’re all still exhausted.”

“Aye.” Batu sat down beside Tani. “But a good bowl o’ Wyvern Stew’d fix ye all right up. Sure ye don’t want any?”

A shudder ran down everyone’s spines. Tani turned to glare at her father.

“I don’t think getting sick to our stomachs would help this time, Boss.”

It was telling of just how concerned Batu actually was that he only put up a token protest at the dismissal of his favored remedy, grumbling quietly. A soft near-silence fell over the group; metal clacked against porcelain as the children ate, their stomachs more awake than they were, and the adults sipped at mugs of tea whilst trying to stay awake. Aranella eyed Roland and Leander as they leaned shoulder to shoulder, nearly half-asleep already. She couldn’t blame them for it. She was still tired herself.

“The spell that we were hit with,” Evan’s voice broke the quiet. He lifted his head, letting his spoon fall into his half-eaten soup. “There was something…off about it, wasn’t there? It didn’t feel right to me.”

“Of course there was!” Tani pointed at him with her own spoon, “Nothing about getting torn apart from the inside out feels right, Evan!”

Torn apart? Aranella’s heart lurched. She had hoped that that had just been her, that her curse had left her with some lingering sensitivity to such things, but if Tani had felt it, too, then…

“I’m not saying it’s supposed to!” Evan retorted. “I just meant—”

“Both o’you, pipe down!” Lofty bounced up to the little table, left behind soup bowls rattling in his wake. Seeing no sweets to pilfer he stuck his hands on his hips. “Evan’s right. That spell was corrupted somethin’ awful. Takes a real nasty sort to be usin’ that pile o’—”

“So that means that Vermine truly was the source of it?” Leander asked quickly, speaking over whatever impolite word Lofty had been about to use. He studiously ignored the Kingmaker glaring at him to ask, “I find that a bit hard to believe. No one person could ever produce that much Darkness and still maintain a hold of their self. It would consume them.” He frowned. “Especially one so corrupted as the Darkness in Dell…”

“I don’t know about that,” Roland sighed into his mug. “People can surprise you in all the wrong ways sometimes.”

“Aye.” Batu rumbled. “That they do. But tis over now, an’ now Dell’s gotta clean up its own house.” He glanced at Evan. “D’ye think Mausinger can pull it off, lad?”

Evan frowned around his spoon. Pulling it from his mouth, he set his mug on his pulled up knees.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “Maybe. I certainly hope so, but…I think they’re going to need a lot of help going forward.” He shook his head. “It’s going to take a long time, and that is time that we just don’t have at the moment.”

“No kidding.” Bracken leaned her chin into the palm of one hand, fingernails tapping along her mug of tea. “I’m just a little more surprised that Doloran hasn’t moved already. He’s got to know we’re in no shape to fight, so why not finally do what he set out to do?”

“Oi!” Lofty shook his fist at her. “Don’t go jinxin’ us, you rotter! Got enough to deal with just gettin’ the lot o’you back on your flippin’ feet!”

Evan scolded his Kingmaker with a hiss. Aranella eyed them both a little sternly, then shook her head.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” She said, “but wouldn’t restoring a nation and a Kingmaker require some preparation? He has the power he needs, yes, but surely it can’t be as easy as snapping his fingers.” She looked to Leander. “Could it?”

“I.” Leander blinked. “I…do not know, to be entirely honest with you. The amount of power in the four Kingsbonds is exponentially larger than anything I have ever worked with, but were I to guess…” He adjusted his glasses. “Yes. I would imagine it would take a good deal of final preparations. Perhaps he has simply not yet finished.”

“Let’s hope he’s not.” Tani grumbled. “I want a nap before we have to fight another Kingmaker, so nobody jinx us.”

If only they could be that lucky. Aranella shook her head, surveying the group. They needed more than a nap; most of them were falling asleep where they sat, but across the table, Roland had gone silent, his brow furrowed and his focus solely on his tea.

No, not his tea. On something only he could see. Aranella narrowed her eyes; she knew that look and it meant nothing good.

“Roland,” She called softly, pulling him from his thoughts. “Is everything alright? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“I.” Roland shook his head. He closed his eyes for a moment. “No. “There’s…something you all need to know,” he said slowly, setting his mug down on the little table in front of them. He clasped his hands together in his lap before he spoke. “I told you that Doloran came to me in the dungeons, right?”

Everyone nodded.

“He didn’t just talk to Vermine. He told me that he was trying to restore Allegoria, and that if he could manage it…” He took a deep breath. “If he could manage it, there was a chance that my country could be restored, too, and everyone that we’d lost would come back.”

Everyone they had lost. Aranella’s breath caught in her throat. His family. Doloran had dangled his family in front of him and—he hadn’t taken the bait. He had said no. He had chosen to stay with them, no matter how much it must have hurt to do so. Her heart went out to him.

“Is that even possible?” Bracken breathed, startling Aranella out of her thoughts as she looked to Lofty and then Leander, “I mean, we know that Roland and Doloran are connected, but—two different worlds like that?”

“Sure is,” Lofty shrugged, somehow the least surprised out of all of them. “Worlds used to be linked together way back in the way, almost like Soul Mates themselves. And—hang on—” He drew back, “When the flip’d you go and figure out the whole two worlds thing?!”

“What?” Bracken tilted her head, “Was it supposed to be a secret?”

“Soul Mates cannot exist when both are from the same world, Lofty,” Leander added. “Once we were aware of that, the rest was quite apparent.” He smiled faintly as Roland turned his head to look at him. “You would have told us in your own time, I am sure. This simply makes it easier.”

Tani and Evan shared a look, then burst out into hysteria-edged giggles. If their guilty expressions and hands clapped to mouths were anything to go by, they hadn’t meant to start laughing, but there was no stopping them. Especially after Roland buried his face in one hand and groaned into his palm.

“Worst kept secret in two worlds,” he said, exasperated, though there was a twinkle in his eye. He met Aranella’s eye across the little table, took a breath, and shook his head. “Well, that’s out in the open now, I guess. No use in denying it.”

“I suppose not,” She smiled. Her smile dropped away, however, as she returned to the moment at hand. “But that does not change that Doloran still tried to manipulate you into going with him. We’re going to have to be careful with that.”

“Aye.” Batu rumbled, “Why’d the swab bother with askin’, though? It ain’t like Roland had a way out. Why not just snatch ‘im and go?”

“Likely because he knew that Roland would fight him if he did so,” Leander said. He turned to face Roland and added, “If he asked you—lured you—to come with him, he could remove you from the fight, and therefore remove the danger to the both of you. He is no doubt aware we could hardly fight you as well as him.”

It was a good tactic, as far as plans went. Smart. It showed that Doloran knew who his enemy was and that he knew how to best deal with them. They could hardly fight one of their own, after all, and had Roland gone over to work with Doloran, any chance of retaliation from Evermore would have been crippled. As a tactic, Aranella could respect it.

It didn’t make her want to punch Doloran any less, though.

“Of course, we all know that you would never do such a thing. I honestly don’t know how he was expecting that to work.” She snorted. “He must not know you as well as he thinks.”

“I guess not,” Roland smiled, but the look in his eyes told Aranella that he wasn’t quite so sure. She couldn’t really blame him; having his family, who he so obviously missed, dangled in front of him like that? Anyone would have been tempted. What mattered in the end was that he’d still said no. She watched as he sighed heavily, tension bleeding from his shoulders. “Still, it’s something to keep in mind.”

“Aye.” Batu nodded. “We can use that ‘gainst him, methinks.” Reaching up, he rubbed the back of his head. “’Course, this kinda thinkin’s always been beyond me. What say you, Evan?”

No reply. Everyone turned to Evan, who was staring into his half-empty mug of soup. Aranella reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Evan?”

Evan jolted.

“What—oh,” He came back down with a sigh, ears folding back. “I’m sorry, I must have…I was just thinking.”

“Careful there, lad,” Lofty teased, “Think too much and youer brain’ll get all soggy on you.”

“It would not,” Evan retorted. He huffed out a sigh and went on, “I was just thinking…we might be able to talk Doloran out of this plan if we can find him in time.”

“Really?” Tani leaned forward. “How do you figure? Seems he’s pretty set on this whole resurrect the Horned One thing to me.”

“Maybe, but.” Evan’s brow furrowed. “Everyone else that we have seen use the Darkness in this way has been taken over by it, haven’t they?” He looked around the table. “Master Pugnacious, Queen Nerea, President Vector, even Mausinger to some extent. They were all manipulated, their worst fears and traits magnified a hundred times, correct?”

“That’s about right,” Bracken nodded. “Why? You think that Doloran’s the same way?”

“I think it’s a possibility. He’s been exposed to it for so much longer than they have, but…” Evan tapped his fingers against his mug. “No one who asks for another’s consent before teleporting them away, or who is doing something this big in order to restore their home and people, can be entirely evil.” An ear twitched. “I can’t say he isn’t going about it entirely the wrong way, or that he hasn’t made some truly terrible decisions, but.” He looked up and met Roland’s eyes. “Maybe we can reason with him. We have to try.”

“Evan…” Roland grimaced. “He probably won’t listen. Once someone’s gone this far, talking them back is nearly impossible.”

“Nearly. Still, we have to try. If we don’t, then the only other option will be…”

He trailed off. No one needed to say anything, because they all knew exactly what he meant. Aranella shifted her hand to rub down his back. He trembled beneath her hand before he took a deep breath.

“I refuse to accept that is our only option,” he said, eyes firm with resolve. “I realize that we may very likely have to fight him, but killing him? No.” He shook his head. “I’ve decided. We’re going to find Doloran and somehow get him to stand down. That is how we will end this.”

“And we’re behind you the whole way, but,” Tani pulled a face, “We gotta find him first for this plan, don’t we? Where’re we even supposed to look?!”

Leander’s eyes flicked to Roland. Aranella frowned. What was that about? Before she could ask, Leander closed his eyes.

“The type of power one would need to raise a nation and a Kingmaker will leave traces,” He said, “I will consult with Nerea tomorrow and see if we can find anything. Miss Li Li may be of some assistance as well.” He turned to Lofty. “Or perhaps you can sense something already?”

“Do I look like a flippin’ scryin’ pool to you, mun?” Lofty waved a fist in Leander’s direction, “I ‘en’t got a flippin’ clue where the rotter’s hiding!”

“Of course,” Leander inclined his head. “My apologies. I simply presumed that such a wise and glorious Kingmaker such as yourself was more skilled in such matters. Pardon the offense, Lofty.”

“OI!”

A laugh swept across the group, though it wasn’t as relaxed as it could have been. The threat still loomed large over their heads, threatening to drop at any moment, but…for now, they were home. They were all safely accounted for, and they had a few moments to catch their breath.

Worried as she was, Aranella would take it.

#nnk2 #ni no kuni 2 #nnk2 fic #!fic #fic: for king and country

[briamichellewrites]

8

Brie’s first music video, What I Wouldn’t Do premiered on CMT. It was directed by Trey Fanjoy, who had also worked with Taylor Swift and was highly recommended by her. They, along with Brad and Mike went over the treatment they wanted for the video. She had the idea of having Chester portray her love interest since they wrote the song together. Fuck yeah! He would be honored! With that, they included him in the project. What was the music video about?

She saw it as a couple struggling with mental illness. Together, the four of them threw out ideas until they came up with a plan. She was very excited about shooting her first music video! Her first single was doing surprisingly well on the charts. It was being played on radio stations across the country and around the world.

But there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do

Just to take your hand and wipe your tears

Because baby, I will always love you

Everyone was so excited for her! Bruce and Patti watched the video with Tom and Rita at their apartment in New York, along with Jessica, Sam, and Evan. Brie and Chester had so much fun during the few days of shooting. It took two weeks for it to be edited and sent to CMT for approval. After getting the okay, they released it online and on television. At eighteen years old, Brie was cementing herself as a legitimate country music star.

The video started with her wearing braided pigtails underneath a baseball hat. She also had on a flannel shirt, ripped denim shorts, and slip-on tennis shoes. They were in what appeared to be a small house with only one bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The only light coming in was from the windows, giving it a depressing feeling.

He just had a white tank top on with denim blue jeans and slip-on tennis shoes. They were laying on the bed before wrestling until he pinned her down. She ran her fingers through his hair, making him laugh before kissing her. He asked her to promise she would never leave him.

She made him that promise before taking off her hat and putting it on his head. They told each other, I love you before she playfully pushed him off of her, going into the bathroom and closing the door. The smile on his face faded, as he pulled his knees up against his chest and buried his head. While she sang, it showed them happily in love with different scenes of him struggling with depression and her trying to help him.

It eventually ended up with them fighting and her yelling at him that she couldn’t help him anymore. After she ran out of the house and into her truck, it showed her crying. He came out and got into her passenger seat. She looked over at him.

“Baby, please promise me you’ll never leave me.”

She nodded. “I promise.”

They didn’t know even how to begin to describe how they were feeling. It was very well done with both of them doing a great job acting! It was just so dark. Rita asked who was in the video with her. Patti explained he was a friend of hers. He had written the song with her, so she invited him to be in the video with her. They both shared a diagnosis of depression, though his diagnosis was more serious than hers.

They looked him up online. Chester Bennington. He was the lead singer of Linkin Park. Yeah, that sounded familiar. How was she doing? She was up and down. Was she getting help for her depression? Yeah, she finally was on medication and was stable. She still had days where it was hard for her to get out of bed. Her friends were great about going over and checking on her if they hadn’t heard from her in a while. They made her something to eat, talked with her, or watched movies.

Brie and Brad invited the band, as well as Linsey and Elisa to watch the music video with them at the studio before it premiered on CMT. Chester had yet to see the final product, so he was very curious about how it would look. They all sat back and watched it.

Brie Charles

“Nothing I Wouldn’t Do”

Not Just Another Girl

Machine Shop Records

Director: Trey Fanjoy

The video was almost too real. It showed Chester perfectly and his struggles with depression and mental health. Elisa started crying silently, as she watched them. They knew that fake smile and laughter. He put it on whenever he was in public and he had to hide what he was truly feeling. They knew that he would beg her to stay with him because he was terrified of being alone.

“Holy shit. That was one of the best videos I have ever seen”, Phoenix said when it was over.

They were all speechless when it was over. It was a good kind of speechless, where their brains had to register how to even begin to express how well they had done. The acting, directing, and just everything were done very well! Elisa wiped her tears. They went around and talked about the video and how real it was. They thanked them. Who wrote the song? They both did. Brad and Mike produced it.

Linsey congratulated them on their performances. They clapped while they thanked them. Brad announced that the song was at number fifty on the Billboard charts. They had to get it down to number one by spreading the word about the song in any way they could. That meant tweeting about it or posting about it on Instagram like Brie was going to do since she was the only person with an account. The band would do that for them!

Jon congratulated her on the video after he and his band saw it! He reminded her to take it one moment at a time because he remembered how overwhelmed he was when Bon Jovi first became big. What he was concerned about was her mental health not being able to handle the fame and everything that came with it because of her depression.

He didn’t want her to self-medicate with drugs and alcohol, or slip into an eating disorder. Everyone would always be there for her, no matter what. She was very young at only eighteen years old and was figuring out who she was and what she wanted in life. Kids her age were graduating high school and going off to college. They were suddenly adults after being seen as children only the year before. It was very confusing and scary because they had to leave the safety net of home.

No matter what. I will always be here. I love you and I am so proud of you. Keep going, baby. One moment at a time. – Jon

I love you too. Thanks, babe. - Brie

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

[thedeviljudges]

“i don’t care if humanity falls as long as i have you two.”

okay one, very gay, yohan.

secondly, i will personally fight tdj writers if we get a death. how the fuck does anyone say that and not think that’s love? like, who needs an “i love you” when you have someone who is so willing to sacrifice it all for the two people he has in his life. that is a love declaration and that is not to be taken lightly - so much so, i can’t even explain this correctly with my own words.

yohan flat out said humanity does not matter as much as the two of you: gaon and elijah. yohan said, without directly saying it, admitted how much and how deep he loves. he can claim he’s an abyss all he wants, especially if that’s what he thinks he is because other people told him as much, but you cannot say something that profound and expect people to believe that this man does not feel deeply, nor dismiss how much love yohan has to give.

yohan is brimming with it and has never had a chance to express it. and even in the few short moments he could, they were always so fleeting, never concrete, never a promised certainty.

i said yohan rights, and tdj writers better have said that too bc i got a bone to pick otherwise.

#x #kang yohan #the devil judge #yohan's heart is so FULL miss me with that abyss bullshit #everyone can see through you dumbass #but also i cant say that bc this man has never been given an opportunity #to experience the kind of love he always should've had #look after the country is put back together and everyone's living happily #yohan bcs the most clingy bf and gaon adores it #look i know what it's like to carry around emotions and never being able to express them #yohan's chest constantly aches with the pressure of all the things he wishes he could say #and all the things he wishes he could feel