#my feet never fit doc martins

[hobis-hope94]

when your feet are too awkward to buy doc martins and the bt21 docs look so cool and you just cry on the inside

#doc martins #bt21 #my feet never fit doc martins #tw: feet??? #bts #koya #mang #shooky #cooky #chimmy #rj #tata #van

[demonmarker]

Beautiful with you

Regina x Reader (Masc. Lesbian)

Chapter 1

Regina George. The Queen B of North Shore High, known for her dominance and the fact that anything she does is always for her self-gain, and you have absolutely nothing to do with her. Never had, never will, so you thought.

Like any other day you sat by yourself in the cafeteria at lunch, drawing in your sketchbook like you always did with your Doc Martin feet kicked up on the table, earbuds in with Bad Omens playing in your ear as you work on your latest idea for a new tattoo on the back of your neck when at the corner of your eye you see movement and… pink? You glance in the direction of the movement and see none other than THE Regina George clicking her fingers at you to get your attention. You had a small hallway crush on Regina. But who doesn't? You even have a realism drawing of her in your sketchbook, but you didn’t bother drooling over her or even bother trying to talk to her. You tried doing the whole friends thing when you were a kid and you were always left crying and humiliated, so it was a loner life for you and your sketchbook was the only friend you needed. Curiosity getting the best of you, you pulled out one of your ear buds showing she got your attention, “Regina” your voice low and husky since you never really talked much at school. “Oh my god finally,” your eyes narrow, not impressed by her opening line. “Come sit with us”, waving a beaconing hand. You lift one of your eyebrows up in suspicion, “Me? The tattooed lesbian loner freak? Sitting at the Plastics table? With the most popular and beautiful girls in the whole school? Yeah, I can see a red flag when I see it so… I’m going to pass.” Regina stuck her chest out proudly with a matching smile, “You think I’m beautiful?” You rolled your eyes and put your earbud back in your ear signalling that that was the end of their conversation. At the corner of your eye you see Regina get out of her seat and walk off, guessing you did the trick, no way was she really wanting to hang with you, like every other time it would probably have ended in a cruel prank that everyone but you found hilarious. Without warning your sketchbook was ripped out of your hands by the familiar blond using your book to swat your feet off the table, sitting where they once were. “Hey! What the fuck?!” Regina just held up her hand to silence you, and it. Fucking. Worked. The abruptness took you off guard. Queen B started flipping through your drawings, your cheeks going red knowing that the drawing you did of her is in there. “Hey, that’s private!” you tried snatching your art diary back but she was quicker, moving it out of your reach. “I don’t know why, these are surprisingly good. I was expecting stick figures at best, look you even coloured inside the lines.” Ignoring the insult your leg starts anxiously bobbing up and down rapidly from the anticipation of her discovering the drawing of herself, in that moment you’d rather defuse a bomb. Flicking another page Regina stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening and her mouth agape. The feeling of being so helpless to stop the inevitable made your anger rise, flashbacks of people laughing and humiliating you start running through your head. It wasn’t fair! This keeps happening again and again. Your anger gets the better of you and you abruptly get up from the table and storm off.

Getting to your locker, you attempt to enter the code into the lock but of course in you fit of rage you missed a number and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back as you smash your fist into the metal door “Fuck!”, removing your bloody fist from the now red dent in the locker door, you pinch the bridge of your nose as you feel a migraine coming on. “My god, you are such a drama queen!” the familiar voice of the cause of your anger exclaimed from behind. Your head snaps to see the blond beauty again, her eyes go to the bloody fist print you dented into your locker “Got it all out?” her eyebrows raised, seeing the blood, her eyes darted to your bloody knuckles hanging by your side. She gave an exaggerated sigh and grabbed you by the sleeve of your dark red leather jacket, “Come with me”, not like you had an option.

Pulling you out to the car park and to her red jeep she opened the passenger door and then the glove box grabbing a small first aid kit out, she held her hand out for your injured one and all you could do was watch in stunned silence as this woman–who everyone saw as the Queen Bitch herself–delicately cleaned and bandaged your injury. She glanced up at your confused expression “Stop looking at me like that you dork.” Being called out made your cheeks go red, instantly reacting you let out a “Sorry” like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. “Wait, why am I apologizing? You started this, give me back my sketchbook!” tying the bandage’s knot she raised her hands defensively. “Hey, I didn’t tell you to chuck a hissy fit and punch your locker now did I dummy? Say please and I’ll give you the sketchbook,” she grinned. Your eyebrows scrunched “No!” you snapped back. Lifting an eyebrow with a mischievous grin, she took a step closer to you while pulling your face down to hers, your faces barely inches apart, “Say. Please.” Your cheeks went beat red, being so close to the beautiful goddess you could smell her perfume and feel her breath on your face, all making you want to give into her, the want to obey your submissive side was almost overwhelming, “P-please”. Her grin grew, her hand still holding your collar pulled you the rest of the way to her lips. Those lips. Those soft, plump, intoxicating lips. You completely lose yourself, never wanting the kiss to end. She wraps her arm around your neck, her hand gently caressing the back of your head under your tied up black hair where your undercut is shaved almost to the skin. When you let a moan escape your throat you feel her something flat being pushed against your chest which you instinctively grab blindly. Pulling back, Regina ended the kiss by pulling on your lower lip with her teeth which you automatically moaned to. She put her forehead against yours reaching up she wipes her lipstick from your lips, softly whispering to your lips “Good girl”.

When you come down from cloud nine you see her already walking back to the main school building, Fuck, what just happened? You look down to the object in your hands and find your sketchbook with one page dog eared. You turn to the marked page which was the drawing of Regina, a message written in the open space of the page “You're kinda hot, come to my place after school today. Meet me by my car.” You couldn’t stop your heart from racing, Regina George just kissed you! And she wants to meet up with you again! The rational side of your brain kicked in and made you question if this was all some sort of trick, telling you to keep your walls up, scenarios like this don’t happen to loners like you. It’s not like you could hang out after school anyway.

Trying to get through all the scattering people at the end of school was always a nightmare but you manage to make your way to Regina’s jeep, the blond standing against the bright red car in waiting. Seeing you approach she straightens up “Hey Loser, you ready to go?” you roll your eyes at the nickname. “I’m sorry I can’t today.” She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. “Oh? And why not?” “I-“ you start but you hesitate, you look off into the distance as you argue with yourself whether to tell her the truth and let her in, no one knows what really goes on in your life and you liked that way it kept everyone safe. Or should you just brush it off and leave it at that? You release a sigh, “Would you be up to letting me show you?” Regina narrowed her eyes wondering if she should trust you or not “You’re not going to take me to some creepy warehouse and murder me are you? The pretty blond always dies first and you got the whole broody, loner killer vibe going on” she gestured to your whole person. You roll your eyes “Do you want to or not?” Chucking her hands up in defeat “Argh fine”, she walked to the passenger side of her car as you got in the drivers. Once comfortable you get a confused look on your face as you look at the dash, Regina looking at you with her own look of confusion, “Remind me again which one is the brake and which one is the accelerator”

The look of disbelief she gave you was priceless, “You can’t be serious” You cackle from her reaction, “I’m joking” you continue to laugh as she slaps your arm, already feeling at ease around her. “Don’t worry I’ve got my full license, your baby is safe with me.” “She fucking better be” she mumbled.

Ch.02 Ch.03

#regina george x reader #fanfic #lesfic #masc lesbian #renee rapp #mean girls #renee rapp x reader

[the-cabin-complex]

Art dump from the last month or so

Soooo we forgot to post art for a while, so here’s some various art we’ve done recently. This one’s gonna be long especially with image descriptions added, so I’m putting it all under a cut

Nausicaa and Sam’s hesitant Halloween costume ideas (Nauni has never seen Star Wars but knows the dynamic fits) (Sam has watched Star Wars but doesn’t remember it)

[ID: a drawing of Nausicaa and Sam standing next to each other, dressed as Luke Skywalker and Han Solo respectively. Nausicaa has one hand on her hip and leaning on Sam with one arm around his shoulders. She’s smiling and looks comfortable. Sam is standing awkwardly but also looks like he’s amused by the whole situation. /End ID]

The amount of bitchy-siblings-in-a-get-along-shirt energy these people have is astounding

[ID: a drawing of three of the Doctors in the Doctors subsystem talking. Doc (ninth incarnation) points backwards at a grumpy Elias (eleventh incarnation) and remarks, “bitch and moan, bitch and moan, seems like that’s all he ever does these days!” Elias glares at him. Jules is standing a few feet away filing his nails and adds on, “And kvetch, he looooves kvetching.” /End ID]

I think Tony might’ve posted this on his sideblog but it’s going here too. There’s been a couple times he’s ran into different versions of himself in different dreams, so he thought he might as well draw some of them

[ID: A lineup of three versions of Tony Stark. The first and last look like the Tony from the MCU, while the middle one is a young adult and doesn’t exactly look like any Tony from other Marvel stories.

The first one is labeled “Divorce Tony.” He looks nervous and is calling someone. He wears tinted glasses, a grey suit, and a teal stole with gold paisley patterning. Our Tony’s commentary about him reads “I’m fascinated by you. You’re bizarrely funny.”

The second one is labeled “Outlier Tony.” He a short, kind of stocky teen with choppy brown hair, light skin, and freckles. He has his hands in his pockets and looks stiff and uncomfortable. He’s wearing a white and red shirt with black athletic shorts. Our Tony’s commentary is “You. You’re doing great.”

The third is labeled “DT (Dickhead Tony).” He’s wearing a black suit and holds a hunting knife. His arms are crossed and his grinning smugly. His goatee has squared edges instead of pointed ones, which looks awkward on him. Our Tony’s commentary reads in all caps, “FUCK YOU.” /End ID]

Martin :)

[ID 1: The line art of a portrait of Martin from the shoulders up. He’s facing the left and his head is turned to the side, smiling softly and looking with half-lidded eyes downwards. He’s wearing a collared shirt that’s unbuttoned, and the background has a simple flower motif. /End ID]

[ID 2: The same art but fully rendered. Martin’s shirt is shiny gold and the background is yellow and burnt orange. /End ID]

Banner portrait, that is all (note from Tony: I love my partner so much. He’s so pretty)

[ID: A digital painting of Banner from the shoulders up. His shoulders are slightly scrunched but he looks relaxed, and he’s smiling as he looks downwards. He’s wearing a wide necked, muted purple shirt, and is in front of a textured dark green background. His dark curly hair is shoulder length and styled naturally. /End ID]

This was based on Esrah’s dad pulling up in our general direction a little fast, we were fine lol, Banner just has really funny dark humor because of his indestructibility

[ID: a drawing of Banner standing with his arms outstretched, saying “Go ahead!! Run me over!” He’s wearing plain pants and a shirt that says, “NSFV / not safe for vampires.” Behind him, Tony is wheeze-laughing and braces his hands on his knees. /End ID]

Fun Martin portrait :)

[ID: a cartoony portrait of Martin from the hips up with one hand on his hip and the other held up in a piece sign. He has his hair dyed red. He’s making a kissy face and winking. He wears jean booty shorts and a pink shirt with a unicorn and sparkles on it, which says “alpha male.” The background kind of resembles some patterns of the early 2000s, made of layered patterned squares. The main colors of the background are pastel green, blue, and orange. /End ID]

The actual art of this is taller but we couldn’t fit it reasonably lol. Anyway, Crowley can be intimidating when you bother her late at night

[ID: a drawing done in green tones of Crowley standing in a silk robe. She has one hand on her hip and the other lowers her glasses as she raises an eyebrow at the viewer. She has a stern look. Her hair is straight and slicked back. The head of her snake tattoo peeks out of her robe. /End ID]

We have no good caption for this lol, just funny times

[ID: a drawing done in blue of Tony and Banner from the waists up. Tony puts one arm around Banner and motions grandly, saying “The ambiguously gay duo..!” as if that’s their combined title. Banner replies skeptically, “Ambiguously?” and then says quieter, “Also I’m not really gay?” Tony replies at the same volume, “Doesn’t matter.” /End ID]

Based on that kind of godawful fallout boy song lol

[ID: a drawing of Tony facing the camera and putting two thumbs up. He’s wearing a shirt that says “newsworthy item from 1989-2023.” To the side is written, “wahoo.” This is referencing the parody of We Didn’t Start The Fire that Fallout Boy did, which at one point mentioned Iron Man. /End ID]

We tried to make another edited portrait of Jon through ArtBreeder, this time updated not to have a haunted stare directly at the viewer lmao (also to the best of our knowledge the specific tool we use in ArtBreeder has an ethically sourced data set that hasn’t changed since it was made years ago, and doesn’t scrape the internet/isn’t based on written prompts or stolen art. /End ID]

[ID: a realistic bust portrait of Jon. He is a young British-Indian man with a short but full beard and very short hair. Both a have premature greys scattered throughout. He’s smiling and looking to the side. He wears rectangular glasses and a blue collared shirt. /End ID]

“Don’t meet your heroes”? No, don’t look up your uncle/older brother’s partner on the internet

[ID: a drawing done in red of Tony with Ro-Ro and Seraph jumping and standing very close to him. Arrows pointing to them say “want to see cool pictures of Tony on the internet.” His hands are raised to make room for the kids and he worriedly says, “I would love to say yes to that, trust me-.” /End ID]

Phew! Goddamn. That’s it for now lol!

#cabin complex art #nausicaa’s tag #Beckett’s tag #doctors tag #Martin’s tag #banner’s tag #Tony’s tag #Crowley’s tag #Jon’s tag #ro-ro’s tag #seraph’s tag #oh my god. That’s a lot of descriptions

[cowgurrrl]

June! So exciting and congrats on the big step for your masters!! I apologize in advance for the wall of text I'm sending your way BUT as a US northerner who has lived in the British Isles you need layersssssss.

(Wool) sweaters are great but are way more effective (and comfy) if you wear a long sleeve/t shirt/anything underneath. This goes for pants too! Wear tights/leggings under your jeans on cold days. If you're buying cold weather boots for the first time, make sure they fit when you got big fluffy socks on too (big fluffy socks are KEY). Speaking of feet (sorry) get yourself some cozy slippers, it will keep you warmer inside your house.

The isles got old houses so alot of the heating systems are radiators; preheat your clothes on them in the morning! If you don't have a dryer think ahead for laundry, it can take days for things to dry inside when its winter. I cannot recommend a good thermos to have hot tea/coffee/water with you in class/libraries. My uni was freezing indoors.

On that tangent, hot water bottle, amazing for body aches/cramps but additionally keep you warm at night if your heating is meh. Electric heaters as an extra source of warmth are great but be careful with those, don't sleep with them on/uncovered etc. Make sure whatever winter coat you buy is not only warm but water proof too, the rain/snow will soak you and make you sad and cold. I had a fleece lined raincoat and it was pretty perfect, colder days you add a scarf/hat/mittens and you are very toasty.

Find things that bring you joy; the lack of sun can be seriously hard on your mental health. Take advantage of the warm cozy days/nights you can have when its shit outside, romanticize your 10th mug of tea, take a walk even if it means schlepping on 10 layers, fall in love with soup.

Wow I'm sorry about all of this but I hate being cold and I never want anyone to be cold. I watched so many kids from the south/warm US states come to my home state for undergrad and be so under prepared (I'm talking a hoodie as their winter jacket when its regularly -20 c in the winter where I'm from). England wont be that cold ever but it can still be a shock! I'm teaching my Texan partner all this atm too so I'm happy to share the life experience.

Also wow I love your writing, you're an excellent artist and don't ever worry about branching outside of what people got to know you for. You gotta write what makes you happy! That reflects in your work and people will love it because its you :)

Wow!! Thank you for all this amazing advice!! I’ll definitely be investing in some good wool sweaters/North Face jackets once I get in the country (in less than four weeks!!!) and I’m sure my Doc Martin’s will become a STAPLE

And thank you for the sweet words 🥺🥺 I’ve said it once but ILL SAY IT AGAIN I LOVE WRITING WRITING IS MY LIVELIHOOD AND IM SO HAPPY IT MAKES YOU HAPPY 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

#june screams on the internet #this is so nice thank you 🥺

[raeandwhatnot]

Constellations- Charlie Gillespie Imagine

Summary: You and Charlie go on many adventures, and this time Charlie surprises you with an adventure you’ve wanted to do for a while.

Warnings: none just MEGA FLUFF

Words: 2.29k

When it came to getting to know Charlie, I found out that he is a very spontaneous person. We have been best friends for the past 8 years (crushing on him for the past 3 years), and I have been on so many adventures with him. We have been on many camping trips, random drives, sunrise hikes, and midnight shenanigans. These adventures would either be Charlie texting to see if I wanted to do something, or he would just show up at my door as if he already knew I would say yes. It’s never a dull moment with him.

It was a Friday night and I was sitting on my couch watching Friends eating a bowl of spaghetti with garlic salt sprinkled around the noodles. Normally, every Friday Charlie and I have dinner together while we watch a TV series or movie. However, with Charlie’s filming schedule, he isn’t able to do it all the time. Tonight was one of the nights I wish I had him around for company.

Knock, knock, knock.

I jumped at the sound coming from the front door. I quickly put down my bowl on the coffee table and pause my show to walk over to the door. I unlock the door and open it to find my best friend standing in front of me.

“Charlie?”

“Surprise shawty!” he says with making jazz hand gestures. I furrow my brows at his uncommon remark. “I learned that from Mads. I thought it was funny.”

I nod my head, “I figured as much. What are you doing here? I thought you had filming tonight?”

“Yeah, I kind of lied about that. I felt bad for not being able to make it to our Friday night dinners, so I thought I would surprise you!” Charlie says while stepping into my apartment. “Uh, you’re watching Friends without me?!”

I chuckle at his offended outburst and close the door, “Sorry! I didn’t know what else to watch. Plus, I didn’t want to start anything new without you!”

Charlie shakes his head in disappointment. “Are you ready to go?” he asks while bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“What do you mean?” I question.

“I have a surprise for you. Are you ready to go?” he explains.

My eyes widened, “I thought your presence was a surprise. Not, ‘I have a surprise for you’! Also, do I look ready?” I gesture to the tank top and shorts I was wearing.

Charlie shrugged his shoulders, “Well, if you aren’t ready, then go get dressed! Wear something warm; it’s a little chilly out tonight.”

I go to the coffee table where the remote was placed and turn off the TV. “Alright, alright. I’ll be right back. You can have the rest of my noodles, by the way. I’m full,” I say while walking to my room to get changed.

I shouldn’t be so surprised that Charlie was doing this. I guess with his busy schedule, we haven’t been on an adventure together in a while. I looked in my drawers to see what I should wear. I have no idea what Charlie as planned, so I’m not entirely sure what kind of outfit I should wear. I find one of Charlie’s long-sleeved shirts that he left at my apartment and decide to wear that since he said to dress warm. Even though I have washed it, his cologne still lingered on the piece of clothing. I change my shorts to wear leggings and put on some Doc Martins boots.

I quickly put on some deodorant and walk back to the living room. Charlie was sitting on the couch watching Tik Tok. I stop at the beginning of the hallway, “Is this okay?”

Charlie’s head snaps towards me. “Perfect!” he says standing up. “Is that my shirt?”

I look down at the brown and white, striped long sleeve shirt. “Yeeaah?” I say timidly not knowing what he what he was thinking.

“You look cute in my clothes!” Charlie smirks and puts his hands in his pockets. I could feel my cheeks burn from his compliment. For years, I have been trying to hide the fact that I have been crushing on my best friend. It hasn’t been easy when he is a naturally flirty person. Plus, I don’t think he thinks of me that way because we have been friends for so long.

“Thanks. Should we get going?” I question.

“Yes, we shall!” Charlie shouts as he walks to the door and opens it. “After you!” I giggle at his silly gentleman actions. We walk down the apartment hallway to the parking lot where his orange Subaru was parked. Charlie opens the passenger door, and I climb into the car. Ever since high school, Charlie always opened the car door for me. Even if I opened it myself, he would shut the door and reopen it so he was the one to open it. Sometimes I mess with him and get in the car myself, but he would just make me get out for me to just go back in the car when he opens the door.

Once Charlie gets into the car, I ask, “So, where are we going?”

Charlie turns on the car and puts his seatbelt on, “That’s for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot.”

I snort at his response. “Did you just quote Vampire Diaries?” I laugh.

“Maybe!” Charlie smiles and backs out of the parking lot. He turns on the radio to some random country station. Even though I’m not the biggest fan of country, I enjoy listening to it with Charlie. I tried to think on what he was wanting to do when it’s 11 o’clock at night. There aren’t many things open. I thought at first he wanted to just go for a drive, but he would have just told me that because that isn’t much a ‘surprise.’  

Next thing I know, we have been driving and jamming out to music for the past 45 minutes. I look around to see that we were basically in the middle of nowhere. “Charlie, you aren’t kidnapping me, right?” I wonder jokingly.

Charlie gasps and puts a hand on his chest as if he was offended, “How did you know?!” He breaks into a smile and a giggling fit. I laugh along with him at how cute he was acting.

“No, but for real. Where are we and what the hell are we doing?” I ask looking out the window. There was nothing but open fields.

Charlie slows the car down and pulls over to where the whole car was on the grass. He then puts the car in park. “We are here!” he says excitingly. Charlie pops open his trunk and jumps out of the car.

I follow Charlie and get out of the car. I walk towards the trunk to see him holding a couple of blankets. “Okay, you have some blankets? Are we camping without a tent?” I question. I am completely lost at what Charlie is wanting to do.

“We, (Y/N), are going to star gaze!” Charlie says.

“Wait, really!? I’ve been asking to do this for forever!” I say jumping up and down happily.

Charlie giggles at my excitedness, and we start walking in the empty field. I grab one of the blankets in Charlie’s arms so he wasn’t the only one carrying something. We get close to the middle of the field and place the blankets on the ground. Because I was so excited, I plopped and lie onto the ground. Charlie lies down on the right of me and we start looking at the sky. You could hear nature everywhere. You could hear the night birds chirping, the grasshoppers playing their music, and the cicadas all around us. I take my phone out of my pocket and start playing low vibes music.

“Was this worth the wait?” Charlie asks.

I nod my head, “Heck, yeah! I’ve missed our adventures, so this is amazing!”

“That’s good! I know how much you love stars and constellations, and you have been asking to go star gazing for a while,” Charlie says still looking at the stars.

“I appreciate it a lot. Thank you!” I say facing Charlie. I grab his hand and give it a squeeze. As I was going to pull my hand away, Charlie squeezes my hand as well so I wouldn’t let go. I start to blush at this and face the sky so Charlie doesn’t notice my blushing.

I then start to point out a bunch of constellations that I could find. Every now and then through my peripheral vision, I would notice Charlie looking at me instead of looking at the sky. He wouldn’t look for long before he would face the stars again. However, as I was pointing out the Canis Major constellation, Charlie wasn’t paying attention to the sky at all. Instead he was just looking at me. I stop what I was saying and face Charlie. “Are you listening?”

He tilts his head, “I have for the majority at the time. I just think you lighting up about stars is so cute!”

I shake my head and look at the sky again, “Whatever.”

“Plus, you have a constellation,” Charlie says.

I snap my head back towards Charlie. “What do you mean?”

He turns on his left side and places his index finger on my left cheek while still holding my hand. “Your freckles right here. They kind of make a constellation. It can be called the (Y/N/N) constellation.” Charlie says while lining up the freckles on my face. I could feel my face getting hotter as Charlie was guiding his finger on my cheek.

“Have you been looking at my freckles instead of the stars? I mean, the stars are beautiful tonight!” I say, trying to put the attention back on the sky and not my face.

“But I am looking at something beautiful. I’m looking at you,” Charlie compliments, his finger still lining the freckles on my cheek. He had a slight smirk on his face. He then stops lining my freckles, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and cups the left side of my face. He brushes his thumb on the apple of my cheek. My heart is beating so hard and so fast. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Charlie’s eyes kept switching to looking at my eyes to my lips. ‘Does he want to kiss me right now?’ I think. No one does that unless they want to kiss someone. I suddenly feel Charlie’s hand that was on my cheek sneak a little towards the back of my neck. He then pulls my face towards his and captures my lips onto his. I hesitantly kiss back, shocked that I am kissing my best friend right now! Charlies lips were so soft, and I could slightly taste his vanilla chapstick. He pulls away slowly. I gradually open my eyes to see him looking at me.

“Wow,” I whisper. “I-I wasn’t expecting that!”

Charlie pulls away his hand from my cheek, “Was that okay?”

I slightly bit the corner of my lip, “I mean, I’m not complaining about it.”

“Well, that’s good. I would be embarrassed if you weren’t okay with it. I have been wanting to do that for a while,” he says looking down at our hands.

I furrow my brows, “Y-you have?”

“Yeah!” Charlie scoffed. “I thought it has been pretty obvious that I have liked for a couple years now. I’ve been dropping subtle.. well I guess not so subtle hints, but it wasn’t working because you never noticed!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Seriously?! I never knew that you would like me back!” I said now sitting up and letting go of Charlie’s hand.

He looks up at me and sits up as well. “Wait, like me back? You l-like me, too?”

“Yes, Charlie,” I sigh. “I’ve liked you for the past three years or so. If anything, I thought I was being obvious even though I was trying to hide it.”

“Why were you trying to hide it?” Charlie questions.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” I confess. “I didn’t want to tell you my feelings if you didn’t feel the same way. I would have hated myself if I made our friendship awkward because of that. So, I tried to burry my feelings and not let it get to me.”

Charlie takes both of my hands and gives them a little kiss. “I felt the exact same way. I didn’t want to lose what we have, but I guess this means we can grow what we have even more,” he says, caressing my knuckles.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” I smirk. “That is if that’s what you want.”

Charlie leans in closer to my face and whispers, “It’s all I want.” He places his lips on mine once again. This time I instantly kiss back, take my hands out of his, and place them on his cheeks. Charlie rests his hands on my thighs. I smile within the kiss because of how happy I am.

After a few kisses, I pull away. Charlie smiles sweetly and squeezes my thighs. “I think this is our best adventure yet,” he says.

I nod my head in agreement, “I think you’re right.”

“Maybe our next adventure could be a date? A proper date?” Charlie asks.

I smile widely and give him a peck on the lips, “I would love that.” Charlie gives me a couple of cheek kisses to then give me a few more pecks on the lips. We both lie back on the ground to cuddle up next to one another and continue to look at the stars. This was the best night ever!

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie imagine #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie x reader #jatp fic #jatp #charlie gillespie one shot #luke patterson #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson oneshot #jatp luke #luke patterson x y/n #luke patterson x reader

[trexy225]

DSD-Chapter 12: Bars

Summary: Scooter NO

AUTHORS NOTE!!

Sorry about the gif it just fit it so well and Kermit's voice has been stuck in my head ANYWAY I always thought that this chapter had great fanart potential i dunno I'm probably pretentious but whatever I can write but I can't draw hahahahahaha

...The Power You Have is nearing its final chapters and I'm going through it

Shit, shit, shit! You thought as you woke up next to a snoring Otto, you were on your feet fast… What the HELL were you thinking? You continued berating yourself as you put your clothes on and scanned the room for the tape, you found it in your bag. You snatched up your bag and turned around to see Otto… Oh stars he was adorable when he was sleeping, no, NO! You can’t get attached… not when you were so close to finding Hiro. You shook your head and left the room, running back home.

“There’s only one clip here, it’s only ten seconds…” Gwen muttered as she pulled up the file.

“Are you fucking serious?!” you threw your hands up in the air.

“Do you think I can make this entire search like my master's project?” Gwen wondered.

“Not funny, I can’t believe this, I did all that-”

“What exactly did you do hun?”

“I slept with him, and THAT’S what I get? 10 fucking seconds of-” “I’m sorry, you SLEPT with Doc Ock?” Gwen asked.

“Yes, how else do you think I’ve been getting the information?”

“I was thinking by like stabbing him a couple of times-”

“I tried that…It didn’t work out well.” “Oh shit, you did that?! I thought that was Spiderman! Wait, wait NO, NO you’ve been exchanging SEX for these TAPES?!” Gwen asked.

“I don’t understand why you’re so surprised about this I feel like this should be expected of me at this point.” you pointed out.

Gwen grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, you stood there awkwardly.

“Just because I expect you to do these things doesn’t mean I WANT you to do those things. Doc Ock is dangerous, he could kill you!” 

“I could kill him too,” you argue.

“And then what, could you take on Fisk, the rest of the sinister six? No Hana, you can’t. You’re dangerous yes… But you’re not invincible.” she gestured to your broken nose, and you sighed.

“He has more footage… He’s manipulating you, Hana.”

“I can see that Gwen… I have to get that footage, I need it.” 

“Let’s look at this clip first.” Gwen typed something down and the video played, you gasped.

“Hiro…” you muttered, touching the screen… It was your brother, he was there, he was sitting in a room, talking to a man in a black suit, two other men stood guard behind the suited man, Hiro got up and shook hands with the black suit man… Something was familiar.

“This was three years ago-”

“Zoom in on the men's necks.” Gwen nodded as she zoomed in.

“The White Dragon gang…” You muttered.

“So that means-”

“That man is Mr. Negative… Who is he?”

Gwen typed something up “Martin Li, he owns FEAST, a food bank, and homeless shelter… My coworker's aunt works there.”

“It seems like all the evil gang leaders are choosing the philanthropist alibi.” you quipped.

“Yep… But why is Hiro even in the same room as Mr. Negative?”

“I don’t know… He never mentioned anything to you?” You asked.

“Of course not, you had no idea?” Gwen asked, you shook your head.

“He was always so put together… And any free time that he had he was studying for Med school.” You pointed out.

“Well, obviously he was doing something else… As much as I hate to say this, we’re going to need more footage.”

“I wish you could just computer up his location,” you grumbled.

“If I could, I would have done that ages ago, but even with these small leads, Hiro’s been practically erased from the internet like I’ve been telling you, and all this gang… stuff is even harder to track down,” Gwen explained.

“Ok, ok I get it… What day is today?” you asked.

“Monday,” Gwen said, your heart dropped and you grabbed the pillow that Gwen had screamed into… And screamed into it. You rushed to put your “skin” back on, cake some makeup on your face, and put on Kingpin's favorite dress, you had to make Kingpin happy tonight… Otherwise, you were dead. 

“...I’m meeting Fisk in an hour,” you said as you curled your hair, Gwen shook her head.

“No, no we can get out of this, let’s just-”

“Gwen, this is my fight, let me handle it, I can take it-” “No, NO! I can’t lose you like this! Don’t go-” Gwen pleaded.

“If I don’t go tonight, he’s going to come here, and then he’s going to kill you and make me watch, and then he’s going to kill the dogs… And then he won’t kill me, he’ll do whatever he’s going to do to me tonight but a million times worse and then he’s going to control me, and turn me into a weapon, and then I’ll never find Hiro, and I will have lost you and that’ll be it for me, do you understand?” You snapped.

Gwen stayed silent.

“Gwen, please say yes,” you begged.

“Yes… I understand,” she grumbled, you pulled her into a hug. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, you pulled away and left, you couldn’t cry… Not in front of her.

“You’re finally here… What the hell happened to your face?” Kingpin asked, oh shit, you forgot about your nose.

“There was a fight-” You started.

“And what about your arm? It’s disgusting.” he spat, you forgot about your bandaged arm… it was still recovering.

“It-” 

“I can’t even look at you… Do you think that you can just come in here and expect me to just take you? You think I deserve all of this?” he asked, you swallowed your pride and resisted the urge to draw your gun and empty your whole magazine on him, was he seriously that stuck up to think that he deserved you? That you were no more than damaged goods to him? You were a fucking person… But none of that mattered to him.

“I didn’t-” “Get out, don’t come back until you’re fixed. Disgusting.” he snarled, you hurried out of the penthouse, as soon as the elevator closed you let out a shuddering sigh of relief, you were spared another day… You remembered your last meeting with him, you still had nightmares about it. The doors opened and Eli turned around to see you, he ran and pulled you into a hug, you patted him on the back.

“What did he do to you?” Eli asked.

“He said that he didn’t deserve a damaged thing like me.” you quoted.

“If anyone else said that I would be pissed… But in this case, it’s a blessing, isn’t it? You’re in the cages with me tonight.” Eli and you went to the dressing rooms, where you put on a very revealing dark green jumpsuit, you grabbed Elis flask and downed the whole thing, you were going to dance, and you were going to at least try and enjoy it… And it would be easier if you were drunk.

“Hana!” Eli complained, snatching the flask away from you.

“Relax! I’ll refill it, c’mon.” you got into one of the cages and it rose. Eli followed you. The music was so loud that it vibrated the metal bars, but you didn’t notice, you danced, whenever you danced all of your worries melted away.

“Hana?!” you heard a voice yell, you whipped around to see Otto, his actuators had lifted him up to your level, and you smiled and waved at him.

“Hey, Otto! Come on, dance with me!” You urged.

“I am not a dancer, unfortunately, are you alright?!” he asked.

“What?!” You yelled, pushing your face against the cold metal bars, trying to hear him better.

“I SAID, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!” Otto yelled, getting closer.

“I’m all good!” You sang.

“Gwen called me, she said you needed more footage?!” Otto asked.

You grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him in, your eyes searing into his.

“You cheated me, Otto… you gave me ten fucking seconds…” you muttered… ugh he smelled amazing.

“That was all the footage I could find from that year, I didn’t want to confuse you-”

“Gwen’s getting her master's in computer science and I have my bachelor's AND I’ve survived here for three years, we’re not idiots.” you snarled. 

“I can see that now… and I apologize for ever doubting you, can you come down so we can talk?” Otto asked.

“We are talking silly.” You laughed as you let go of his jacket, he grabbed onto the cage for some stability and it tipped you over, you cried out and whacked him on the head, he inhaled as he helped you up, he frowned.

“You’re drunk.” He noted.

“I need to do this drunk thing more… It makes this all a bit easier.” you slurred as you looked at Otto, it might have been the booze but this lighting was really doing it for you. 

“Hana, I have more tapes for you-”

“Shh shh shhh.” you put your finger to his lips, and he glared at you indignantly.

“How dare you tell me to-”

“Shut up for a minute… You dance with me for one song, and then you can have me all to yourself tonight.” you tasted the cold, metallic bar as you slid your tongue down the cage, keeping your eyes on Otto, but you already knew that you had him, he rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the crowd.

“Ignore them, they’ll forget all of this tomorrow.”

“Will you?” “There’s only one way to find out.” you started to dance, gesturing for Otto to join you, he reluctantly started to sway… That was probably all that you were going to get out of him.

This girl is wasting our time…

How dare she silence us!

You cannot just take this Otto…

You need to show her who’s in control!You are in control!You are in control!

You are in control!

“Am I in control?!” Otto yelled you stopped dancing. “Am I really the one in control? Because for the past ten years, YOU have all been telling ME what to do, and I’ve been fulfilling every one of your whims so I could have one precious moment of silence! And have I gotten that? No, NO I have NOT!” Otto snapped, you saw him tilt his head.

“...You just want Spiderman dead? And then you will let me be?” He asked.

“I don’t-” you started.

“I’m not talking to you… Is that all that it takes?” Otto asks, you saw his face contort into a grin, he nodded slowly, and you raised an eyebrow. Otto shoved the tape in your hands. 

“It’s yours, I don’t want anything in return.”

“I don’t like owing-”

“Well then don’t think of it like that, we have to plan some things, I will see you tomorrow… Please be sober,” he asks.

“Well now that you said that-”

“Come sober.” Otto rephrased it, glaring at you, he wasn’t in the mood to play games, you nodded and slipped the tape into your pocket, you and Otto stared into each other's eyes, you couldn’t help yourself, you grabbed his collar again and pulled him into a kiss, your body pressed up against the cold metal bars as you tried to get closer to him, you heard Otto groan as he kissed you back, you heard some members of the crowd cheering, you didn’t care, you just wanted to taste Otto… You needed to just feel him… You never realized how safe he made you… You tried to grab for more of him, but you felt one of his actuators pry you both apart. 

“Tomorrow…” Otto whispered as he was carried off, you watched him go sadly… You actually missed him. 

That wasn’t good.

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[calumance]

LA Devotee - Part VI

Warnings: Drinking, probably cussing, this is pretty fluffy

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Calum and Emily finally go on their first date, it goes pretty well, but as always, Emily makes things awkward.

A/N: The picture isn’t blonde Calum, but that’s what I pictured him wearing for their date, so that’s why I used this picture. Happy reading my lovely little berries!! Feedback and requests are always welcomed!!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

         It took me an unbelievable amount of time to get ready. Almost to the point that I was embarrassed that it took me as long as it did. As requested, I wore the same black and white pencil skirt, but this time I pulled on a pair of black nylon stockings, and since the black bootie wedges I had worn went well with this outfit, I kept that part of the outfit consistent. Instead of a bright colored jacket, I pulled on a black tank top and a black cardigan, and a necklace that had a dream catcher on it and hung down past my sternum. I took my time to curl my hair to make sure it was the perfect one and a half inch curl, and took extra time to make my neutral make up look absolutely perfect. A knock sounded on my door just as I finished putting the last bit of lipstick on.

           When I opened the door, Calum was standing there, sunglasses still on, his blonde hair styled into a small faux hawk, just as it had been the night we met. A forest green hooded shirt clung to him just perfectly, along with a pair of fitted black pants that were tucked into a pair of black Doc Martin’s. It had been a long time since I felt my knees physically go weak when seeing someone, that my grip tightened on the door as to not topple over. I licked my lips and tried to compose myself so I could greet him with a casual smile. He took his sunglasses off and smiled a wide smile, “You look amazing. Are you ready to go?”

           My stomach flipped, “You look nice as well. Let me grab my bag.” I could feel his eyes on me as I turned into my apartment and grabbed my bag and keys off the couch. As I walked back towards him the smile on his face grew wider. Calum exited the door first, but waited for me to close and lock my door. When I turned around, he held out his arm and I gladly wrapped my hand around the inside of his elbow. Calum pressed the button for the elevator and I continued to hold onto his arm while we waited. Once inside the elevator, he dropped his arm and put his hand in his pockets. Never knowing what to do with my hands, I crossed my arms in front of my chest. The elevator dinged and he stepped out, offering me his arm again. Together, we walked out of the complex and to his car which was parked in the lot next to the complex. Just like a true gentleman, he opened the door for me and shut it as I was putting my seat belt on. I smiled to myself and he walked around the front of his car, placing his sunglass back on his nose. Once he was in the car, and his seat belt was on, he started driving.

         My leg bounced out of nerves and I looked at my fingers. My mind concentrating on whatever song was playing on the radio. When I finally looked up and out the window, we were outside of the city. “Where exactly are you taking me?” I asked, slowly turning my head to him.

         “Just wanted to go somewhere outside the city, less people follow me once I’m not in the middle of it. There’s this really amazing restaurant that I know about, it’s only about ten minutes from here.” He concentrated on the road, and I nodded, dropping my eyes back to my hands. It was then that I realized that the tan line of my wedding ring was still prominent. I sat on my hands and looked at Calum whose eyes were focused solely on the road. Even though I had been married, and with him for many years before the marriage, I hadn’t been on a date in a long time. Sure, Calum and I have hung out a couple of times before this, but it was suddenly different knowing we were on a date-date. I stared out the window and twisted the ring on my middle finger. “Are you okay?” Calum set his fingers on my forearm, flickering his eyes between me and the road in front of him.

           I nodded looking at his ring clad fingers, gently resting on my arm. I wanted to hold his hand, but that felt like stepping over a line. “I’m fine,” I say, still staring at his fingers. I shake my head and look up at him, “I just haven’t been on a real date in a long time, I guess I’m a little nervous.” A nervous laugh escapes my chest, causing my cheeks to flush.

           He moved his fingers off my arm and gripped the steering wheel with both hands. He chuckled, “But we’ve hung out before, this shouldn’t be any different.” His eyes flickered at me again, then back to the road.

           I shrugged, trying to hide that I was thinking exactly that. “I know, but it’s just knowing it’s a date, makes my nerves sit on edge. Like, what do you even do on a date? Do we act normal and talk about the things we always talk about?” It even sounded stupid to me once I said it. My hand slapped my face and Calum laughed, “I’m sorry, I knew it was stupid the second it came out of my mouth.” I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked out of the window again.

           Calum pulled into the parking lot, I started to unbuckled my seat belt and he told me to hang on. My eyes looked up at him as he shut his door and ran around the front of the car. I chuckled and finished taking off my seat belt as he popped open my door for me. I clutched my bag and started to get out. He held out his hand, offering to help me out of the car. When my hand fell into his, it felt natural, but it only lasted a second when he dropped his hand once I was firmly on the ground. As he shut the door behind me, I adjusted my skirt. He held out his hand for me again, this time so that I could hold onto it as we walked into the restaurant. I looked into his eyes, hesitant to grab onto it. Not because I didn’t want to hold his hand, but because this whole thing is slightly terrifying. He smiled a soft, closed lipped smile, telling me that it was okay, not to be afraid. Although I took his hand, I was still hesitant. He squeezed my hand, and continued to hold onto my hand, our hands clasped together as we walked into the restaurant.

           The restaurant was quiet, aside from the soft stringed music in the background and the water from the fountain flowing. The host looked up from the stand and smiled at us, “Reservation for Hood.” Calum said softly, while squeezing my hand, and looking down at me. After checking his chart, the host smiled and grabbed two menus. He offered a soft smile as he dipped his head and started walking through the restaurant. Still holding hands, we walked behind the him. He stopped at a table toward the back of the restaurant and asked us if this table would be okay. “Yes, that’ll be great, thank you.” Calum replied and the host started to set the menus down on the table. Calum let go of my hand and pulled my chair out, he was blowing me away with how much of a gentleman he is. After I sat down, he walked to the other side of the table. As he pulled his chair into the table, he smiled a bright and toothy smile, lighting up the entire area around him. I couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

           The waiter came by and lit the candles in between us, lighting up Calum’s face just perfectly. His eyes reflecting the candle light back towards me. His skin glowed in the candle light, and his skin looked soft enough to touch. I sat on my hands, resisting the urge to reach across the table and run my fingers down his cheek. My stomach filled with butterflies, a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time. Every time he said something to make me laugh, my heart would skip a beat. I wanted to make him laugh, to see the crinkles by his eyes, but just as I thought about saying something funny, he would beat me to the punch. The waiter came by again, taking our drink order, interrupting our fits of laughter. After the waiter dropped off out drinks, we toasted to our first official date. We looked in each other’s eyes as we took a drink, then both let out a slight chuckle.

           The whole dinner was perfect, the lighting, the food, the wine, which I definitely had too much of. When we left the restaurant, I was way more giggly than I usually am. Calum intertwined his fingers with mine as we walked out the doors of the restaurant, chuckling at how much of a fool I was acting. My free hand wrapped around Calum’s forearm, so that I could hold myself up, and not trip over my drunken feet. Calum laughed as he opened the door for me, using the hand that I wasn’t practically wrapped around. He guided me to the car and I plopped down in the passenger seat, letting go of his arm and dropping my bag between my feet. As I tried to stop my head from spinning, Calum grabbed the seat belt and reached across me to click it into place. His cologne filled my nose, and it took every ounce of self-control I had left to not grab him and pull him closer to me. After Calum secured my seat belt, he closed my door and walked around to the driver’s side. As he drove back to my apartment, Calum played along with the buzz, laughing and joking around with every foolish thing I said.

           Calum parked in the lot behind my apartment building and helped me out of the car, the buzz slowly starting to wear off. He walked a little ahead of me, his hands in his pockets. I wanted to catch up to him, but the buzz that was still lingering in my head knew that that was a horrible idea. My eyes focused on my feet, so that I wouldn’t trip over myself or something else on the ground. When I looked back up, Calum was waiting for me, holding out his hand. I took his hand and sloppily leaned into him. He smiled down at me and squeezed my hand. He held onto my hand as we made our way upstairs and to my apartment. I let go of his hand as I dug my keys out of my bag. Calum stood a few steps back as he watched me unlock the door. I pushed the door open and he cleared his throat, causing his Adam’s apple to bounce. “Are you going to come in for a little bit or do you have to go?” I asked, sounding a little pathetic, but the headache was already starting and the thought of going to work tomorrow made me cringe.

           Calum looked at the keys in his hands, fidgeting with them before tossing them to himself and gripping them tightly, “I can come in for a little bit. I have to go into the studio really early tomorrow so I can’t stay long.” One side of his lips pulled upward as he walked into my apartment ahead of me.

           I crossed the threshold and shut the door, then dropped my bag on the floor as I always do. “That’s okay, I have to work tomorrow too.” By now I’m sure he was aware of the lack of filter I had when drunk, because that was the most obvious statement I could’ve expressed at this moment. My eyes shut tightly, knowing how much of an idiot I was acting. With my eyes still shut, I held onto the wall and took my shoes off, not realizing how badly my feet were killing me until I was on flat ground. I continued to hold my eyes shut as I took off my cardigan and let it drop to the floor. My eyes reopened to find Calum in my kitchen, tossing his keys on the counter, then standing there slightly awkward. “Do you want anything to drink?” I asked while joining him in the kitchen.

         He hummed in thought and I couldn’t help but feel a weird tension between us. “I’ll just take some water since I have to drive home.” As I stood on my toes to grab a glass out of my cabinet, I could feel Calum’s eyes on me, quickly dissolving any buzz I had left. I acted as if I couldn’t feel his stares as I put ice and water into the glass. When I turned around his face was only about two inches away from mine. His pupils blown, causing his eyes to look almost black. My heart pounded in my chest as my stomach tightened and my entire body heated up. I licked my lips and backed up pretending that I didn’t feel the same amount of lust he was feeling and handed him the glass. He blinked, his pupils shrinking and the chocolate color returning. “Thank you.” He tossed back the water, and I took a few more steps back, creating more space between us. He set the glass down and looked around, then grabbed his keys. “I think I am going to head out, I just have to be up really early, I’m sorry. I had a really great time tonight.” He forced a smile.

         I waved my hands, feeling a bit of air escape my chest in relief. “No, it’s okay, I understand. Thank you for taking me out tonight, I had a really good time, as well.” Calum stayed by my side as we walked towards my door and he nodded and put his hands in his pockets. My heart still pounding in my chest.

         We stood at the door together for a second, about three feet apart. We’ve held hands all night, but now saying goodbye is suddenly the most awkward thing we’ve ever had to do. “I’m glad you had a good time. I’d like to take you out again, maybe next weekend?” I nodded and smiled, I liked the idea of going out with him again. He smiled back and awkwardly leaned forward to wrap his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. It was awkward at first, but I slowly started to melt into the feeling of his body against mine, his scent filling my nose, his fingertips ever so slightly pushing into my skin. Oh god, I never wanted him to let go.

         His fingers glide across my skin as he pulls away from me. An overwhelming want to kiss him washes over me, but I push away, resisting. He smiled at me and grabbed the door handle and let himself out. Right before he walked away, I grabbed his hand, “My favorite food is spaghetti, and my full name is Emily Marie Williams.” He smiled and squeezed my hand for just a split second. He let go of my hand and made his way down the hall. As soon as I shut the door and I know he was gone I let out the biggest breath, feeling like I was holding my breath the entire time we were saying goodbye. All I could think about was going to bed.

          “You should’ve kissed him.” Mikayla said shoving a large fork full of lettuce into her mouth. I covered my face and ran my hands through my hair. I should’ve kissed him. “The look he gave you, that was a look of pure lust, and you didn’t even kiss him goodnight?”

         “I know!” I dropped my head with a groan. Everything I did while we were saying goodbye to each other was probably the opposite of what I should’ve done. “There’s this little demon that sits in the back of my head that keeps reminding me of my last relationship every time I’m with Calum. The worst part? I know that it’s not fair to him, but how do I get it to shut up?” My hands rested on the back of my neck, still frustrated, while I stared at Mikayla waiting for her to give me the answer.

         Mikayla stopped chewing and looked at me with a knowing look, “You tell him.” She chewed a few times and raised her eyebrows, and giving me a knowing nod.

         I chuckled, sarcastically and dropped my head again, still resting my hands on the back of my neck. Telling him about everything was literally the last thing I wanted to do. I knew that it was going to come out eventually, but not after we’ve only gone out on one real date. Even if it was the one thing that was really eating away at me. There was still the possibility of him wanting to run away after finding out about my past. Thinking about that possibility, I finally dropped my head onto the table, making a thud, and I groaned.

         When I got home from work, I kicked off my shoes just as I do every day when I get home. It’s the first step to real relaxation, the second being taking off my bra. As I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, my phone starts ringing, Calum’s smiling face showing up. A thought about not answering crossed my mind, but I went against my better judgement. My finger slid across the screen and then pressed the speaker button so I could start to prepare some dinner, “Hello, Calum.” I say turning to my fridge, and surveying my options. I hated grocery shopping, so there wasn’t many options.

         “Hey Emily, how was your day?” He asked, his voice low as if he was somewhere he couldn’t talk very loud.

         I grabbed a few things from inside the fridge, thinking that I could conjure up some type of meal. As I turn back to the counter and drop the ingredients, I kick my foot back and close it the door, “It was alright, Monday, you know? How was your day?” I bent down and started rummaging through the pots and pans to find the one I needed, causing an avalanche resulting in a loud crashing clang. “Sorry, trying to cook and I’m not the most graceful.”

         He laughed, “It’s okay, my day was okay. Been in the studio all day, still there. Just getting tired. What are you making yourself for dinner?”

         I sighed looking at all of the items I had put on the counter, realizing that it probably wasn’t going to make an actual meal, snacks maybe, but not a meal. “I don’t even know, I might just order a pizza or something.” A chuckled escaped my chest and I could hear him laugh too. “I really need to make a grocery store trip.” He was quiet on the other end and I pulled my eyebrows together, “Are you still there?” I tapped my screen to see if the call had dropped.

           “Yeah, I’m still here. Sorry, just busy.” He cleared his throat and I could hear people talking in the background, talking about stuff that was much more important than my dinner dilemma.

           I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling uneasy. “Do you want me to let you get back to work? I don’t mean to ramble on about my dinner.”

           “It’s okay, I just have to go, I thought I’d have more time to talk to you. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” He sounded like he was being rushed, so I said okay and he hung up without another word. My heart pounded with the need to talk to him longer. In a stupid amount of anger, I used my fingers to flick my phone further back until I was all the way back on the counter. No longer being in the mood to try to cook anything, I started to put everything back in the fridge and started thinking about what size pizza I wanted to order.

         Just as I shut the door to the fridge, my phone dinged and I pulled my eyebrows together. I leaned over the counter to see what it was and saw Calum’s name with a text message under it. I unlocked the phone to read his message: “I’m sorry if I seemed rude, I really did want to talk to you longer, I hope you figure out your dinner. I hope you have a wonderful night, sleep tight, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Xx Cal.”

         I couldn’t help but feel the butterflies flutter when I read his message. My fingers tapped away to reply:“Don’t be sorry, I know you’re working. I hope you get a good night’s sleep once you make it home. Talk to you tomorrow.” While I still had my phone in my hand, I opened the app to order some pizza, ending my day by sitting on the couch with pizza and a beer.

         My phone rang, scaring the absolute shit out of me. Before I answered, I looked at my alarm clock to see the time. Three in the morning, who the fuck was calling me a three in the morning. “Hello?” My voice was angry, I have to get up in two hours to get ready for work.

           “Emily, I’m sorry to wake you up. I was going to knock, but I didn’t think you’d hear me.” I move the phone away from my ear and see Calum’s picture behind the call screen. Without responding to him, I hung up and scrambled my way to the door, once again only being in a tank top and boy shorts. When I swung the door open, Calum was standing there, the black circles under his eyes more obvious than usual. “I’m sorry to come here at three in the morning, but I just left the studio, and I’m exhausted, and there has been something that has been eating me alive since we saw each other Sunday night.”

           He grabbed his chest and I looked at him, confused as to what was happening. The confusion probably wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t half asleep still. “You can sleep on my couch if you want, I just have to get up in a couple of hours to get ready for work.” He nodded, looking at the couch behind me, then put his eyes back on me. He didn’t say anything, but in one swift motion, he lifted his hands, placing them on either side of my face and hastily pressed his lips against mine.

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[replicantdeviancy]

"Hello detective," Hank stepped out of his taxi and approached the Connor with his hands behind his back. "I heard there was a murder case and I was told to accompany you. But you left the precinct without me." His eyebrows furrowed but he declined to make a snide comment. His LED swirled yellow.

                          @dpds-finest | Plotted Interaction | Tentatively Accepting

                  The rain had been heavier recently, colder, despite the forecast of a gentle late autumn drizzle. It was just enough to become a bother, enough so that the young detective felt the chill beneath the leather jacket he had worn in place of the usual blazer. It was numbing; the cold which stemmed from the accumulated dampness upon exposed creamy skin & soaked into dark waves which were still, thankfully, contained. This wasn’t the type of day to be working a murder investigation, the gloomy atmosphere & approaching darkness bringing about a sense of foreboding. The water threatened to wash away precious evidence, compromising the scene that was only just a few hours old. A fresh case, a fresh body to work with, relatively pristine elements not often granted in a situation like this, in a city like Detroit, where the population was high & the crime rate higher. A blessing guised by it’s gruesomeness, & it was gruesome.

                  Connor stood at the edge of the scene which had been carefully & systematically cleared by police & forensics staff alike, all having performed their tasks with efficient haste to secure the location of this grim act so that the detective could begin his own vital task. From his own perspective he had pursued the scene & it’s findings, viewed the mostly abandoned construction site in it’s entirety whilst the others marked items of interest with yellow placards & rested newly bagged evidence in the place it was found. Fowler wanted a profile on this one, something Connor expected may be difficult to ascertain until he found more than just the body’s dump site. However, always the optimistic opportunist, the young detective performed in the hopes of discovering something not yet discovered by the team as they did their sweeps.

                  A slow, steady breath was taken & Connor stood erect & attentive as he let his mind shift slowly into that never-quite-dormant space between consciousness & subconscious. A place where imagination ran freely but not wildly, bound to the confines of projected conjecture. Those hazelnut brown eyes, large & bright in the darkness of their rich color, dulled with a listlessness & eyelids grew heavy, but not closed. To the outside world the detective was a ghost, a body existing in a dreamlike state. Yet as that body began to move with one foot placed perfectly balanced & poised in front of the other, to the unobservant watcher all seemed entirely ordinary. But while his body moved of the conscious accord of the cerebellum, his higher functioning self was drifting into the reconstruction. Behind the lifelessness of his then deadened, doll-like eyes, Connor bore witness as events came to life in parts, each piece of evidence offering a fragment of the entire scene.

                  Void of soulfulness, yet attentive, dark oculi stared with a piercing gaze as Connor walked, paused, & watched as events of the past played out before him. He was chasing ghosts of hours gone by - a figure not quite represented in full detail carried a body towards a staged scene. A body which had been placed carefully into the front seat of a 2023 to 2029 Ford Focus, so as not to seem suspicious while driving around Bricktown late at night. It must have very much appeared as though the victim were a sleeping friend or girlfriend driving with the perp - she wasn’t excessively bloody, as though the corpse had been cleaned before disposal. The total lacking of blood save what had oozed from the victim posthumously suggested careful planning or the erasure of a potential mistake. The murderer must have cut themselves slipping on the knife they’d stabbed her with, over fifty-two times, & their intention was to remove DNA evidence. Yet the scene had been set as a mugging gone wrong, which suggested that the perp had planned for one outcome & gotten carried away; a crime of passion. The two knew each other, but were not necessarily close.

                  The body had not yet been identified, so relationships & other factors were not yet known. It was only a matter of time. The girl was local, lower-middle class & young, not quite out of college age range. Connor suspected she worked downtown but could not yet confirm, as it was common for students to work the local fast food & mom & pop shops on breaks. He did wonder how she had managed to get herself into trouble with this person, one the detective suspected was male. The shoe prints were of Doc Martins, size twelve, which fit long as the weight distribution of the impressions wasn’t centered, but shifted rearward & loose. They were not his shoes - that may have been planned, or opportunistic. Knelt beside the impressions beside the discarded body, Connor stared, fixated, head tilted slightly to the side like a curious bird.

                  Lost to his reconstruction, attention focused once more to the wireframe figure clothed in shadow & static which loomed at the opposite flank of the woman, his eyes drifted upwards & he beheld an intriguing sight. The frame of a tall, athletic male without a face reached to caress the cheek of the deceased almost regretfully, as if shamed by his actions. Softly arched brows furrowed & forehead wrinkled with scrutiny over this surprising vision. The response of a close relation, but also a grave mistake. Connor made a mental note to have her cheek printed & swabbed, as he believed trace evidence might be found there.

                  A familiar & irritated voice deep with whiskeyed timber pierced through the veil of his dreamlike state & broke Connor suddenly from his reconstruction. With a shuddered, hard series of blinks  in rapid succession & a sudden harsh intake of breath through his nose he found himself in the present, approached by an agitated android - or rather what pretended to be agitated for the sake of human social construct. Immediately Connor’s mood soured & the detective’s pretty visage tightened into a pout. The expression was only made more effective by the flush of pink upon the heights of his cheekbones, the tip of his nose, from the cold weather.   ❝ I thought you were undergoing repairs, ❞   he called back as he got to his feet, careful hands smoothing his clothing as he went. He straightened his tie as he faced the android, reached to brush a stray wave not quite contained any longer by his pomade into place.   ❝ I left you because an urgent call came in & you were unavailable to respond to my current knowledge. I felt the sensitivity of the situation regarding time was important enough not to wait for you; the rain could ruin important evidence. ❞   He made a good argument, but it was smoke & mirrors. At the end of the day, Connor had taken the opportunity because he didn’t want to deal with the HK unit just then. & yet here they were, as anticipated. He knew HanK would follow. It was only a matter of time.

#dpds-finest #˾ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ & ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇꜱ ̚ ;; ⁱ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰʸ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁱ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵈ ᵒʳ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ.▐ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ #> ˢᵘᵇʳᵒᵘᵗᶦᶰᵉ ᴵᶰᶦᵗᶦᵃᶫᶦᶻᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ ⁻ ˾ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴᴅ ̚ ⁻ ᴱˣᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉ

[katlyn1948]

Northern Girl (AxG fanfic one shot)

Summary:

Gendry meets a girl from the North and can't help but want to know her. They have a whirlwind night filled with music, drinks and conversations.

Notes:

So I had the idea for this fic for a couple of days and couldn't help but write something. I did base if off of a song that I really like and I want to see if you guys can guess it! I tired to embody it was much as I could, but the artist uses a lot of real world references that I either had to change to fit the GOT universe or cut out completely. I this was my first attempt at trying to stick with one persons POV. I know that in most of my fics, I jump from POV to POV, but I really wanted to stay in Gendry's head for this. I hope I did okay with that. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic and hopefully this fics gets better comments than my last song to fanfic fic. That one didn't turn out so well. As always, happy reading!

Work Text:

The chords poured out of his guitar with ease; each strum sounding better than the last. Gendry hummed in satisfaction as he listened to the melody pour out of his hands. He had been working on a song to pitch to a record label willing to publish one his songs and although song writing came easily to him, the prospect of having one of those songs potentially being sung by a big-time band had his nerves on overdrive. Sure, the tune was there, but the lyrics were blank. For hours he pondered the deep cervices of his brain desperately trying to find the right words for the song. The last thing he wanted to do was show up empty handed, but with only a few days until the meeting, the likely hood of lyrics was slim to none.

For nearly a month, he tried and failed to come up with the right words to put into his song. Everything he wrote was complete rubbish and it drove him near madness. His life consisted of being cooped up in his tiny apartment with his guitar and few sheets of blank paper. He had been so distant, that even his roommate was starting to worry.

“Come on mate, just a few rounds at the pub and you can come back to your sulking.” His roommate, Lommy had suggested.

Gendry didn’t want any distractions, but the idea of blowing off steam at The Peach did sound inviting. He needed a break before his mind would self-destruct into a million little pieces. With a defeated sigh, he packed up his guitar and grabbed his wallet from the coffee table, “Just a few rounds, Lommy. Text Hot Pie to start the drinks.”

Lommey gave Gendry a toothy grin and patted him swiftly on the back, “Already done, mate.”

Gendry scoffed and the two headed out of their apartment.

The Peach was a just a few blocks from their apartment making it a favorite spot for drinks. They would visit it often, whether it was to blow off steam or just to meet up with some old pals from their high school days. Their friend, Hot Pie, had acquired the pub after his uncle, the owner, passed away. It was the highlight of Hot Pie’s life and Gendry remembered the sheet joy on his face when he got it.

The Peach wasn’t a popular pub when the boys were in high school, but as soon as Hot Pie got his hands on it, it was the only pub that people seemed to gravitate towards. He did major renovations and even started letting local bands play.

“So, who’s playing tonight?” Gendry asked Lommy as they walked down the street.

Lommy shrugged, “I dunno, some family band from up north. ‘Stark Naked’ I think they are called.”

“Well, I hope they don’t suck.” Gendry laughed.

Lommey joined, “As if Hot Pie will let a sucky band play in his pub.”

The two friends chatted as they continued their journey to the pub.

It was a cool night and Gendry was glad that he decided to take Lommy’s advice and take a break from the song writing. He only hoped that it would cure his writers block and helped him produce a kick ass song. It didn’t long for them to reach The Peach and as they were crossing the street to the entrance, Gendry noticed how busy it was becoming. He knew that The Peach was a popular pub, but it was strange to see even this amount of people in attendance.

“Must be the band.” Lommy said as they reached the entrance.

Gendry could hear the loud music from inside mixed with the cheers that the crowd was emitting. Who ever this band was, they sure were popular with the locals.

Lommy pushed open the pub door and motioned for Gendry to enter.

“No, mate. I’m gonna have smoke first.”

Lommy nodded and entered the pub. Gendry began searching his pants pockets for his cigarettes, only to be empty handed.

“Shit!” He exclaimed.

“Everything alright?” A voice came from behind him.

He turned to see a girl just a few short years younger than him leaning against the outer brick wall of the pub. She was dressed in short jean shorts and a black halter top. She had black stockings under her shorts and sported silver Doc Martin boots. Her hair was short, reaching just above her shoulders and she wore a faded leather jacket. Gendry had never seen this girl before and he had been coming to The Peach since he was sixteen. Surely, he would remember someone like her.

“I left my cigarettes in my apartment.” He confessed.

The girl pushed herself off the wall and walked towards to where he was standing. She held out her hand and offered a newly lit cigarette, “Wanna share? It’s my last one, but I’m a nice person, so…”

Gendry hesitated, but nodded and grabbed the cigarette from her hand. He took a long drag before giving it back to her.

“Thanks.” He said.

“Any time. I’m Arya, by the way.” She reached out her free hand and he gladly took it, shaking it loosely.

“Gendry.” He dropped her hand and watched her as she took a drag herself.

They passed the cigarette back and forth until it finally ran out. She snuffed the bud on the bottom of her boot and flicked it out into the street before turning to face him once more.

“I’ve never seen you around here before.” He confessed after a few brief moments of silence.

“I’m with the band. If you listen closely, you can hear my brother playing the guitar.” She chuckled.

Gendry smiled and listened to the muffled melody escaping the pub, “Ah, that’s why you didn’t look familiar. Why aren’t you up there with them?”

“I needed a bit of air and a smoke break. How ‘bout you? Why aren’t you inside the pub?” She inquired.

Gendry chuckled, “I needed a smoke break, too. The owner, Hot Pie, he doesn’t like it when people smoke in there. I may be his best mate, but there are no exceptions.”

“So that’s why he glared at me when I pulled out my lighter.” She joked.

Gendry laughed, “Exactly!”

“So, I noticed that ink on your arm. It’s Valyrian, right? What does it say?” She asked as she pointed to his arm.

Gendry blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with embarrassment, “It’s a song. My friend’s song. Uh, hey do you wanna grab some drinks?”

He avoided her question and whether she noticed, Gendry didn’t care. All he wanted to do was change the topic. She was an intriguing person and he wanted to know more about the northern girl.

“Oh, I get it…yeah, lets go get drinks. My siblings can handle the songs for now.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the entrance of the pub, nearly dislocating his shoulder in the process.

They shuffled their way through crowds of people and found two seats at the end of the long bar. Hot Pie immediately placed two shots of tequila in their face and they each downed it with ease. What surprised him most was that as soon as her shot was completed, she ordered Jameson as a chaser, downing the scotch whiskey just as fast.

“You tryin’ to prove something?” He yelled over the loud music. She just shrugged and ordered more drinks. Gendry caught on and tried his best to keep up with her. Three Guniess and shot of Jack later, he was beginning to feel that familiar buzz clouding his brain. He could see that she was feeling it too, so without thinking, he pulled her hand and dragged her to the crowded dance floor.

Together they swayed to whatever song her band was playing, embraced in each other’s arms. For three songs, all they did was dance. The jumped when they needed to jump, and they swayed when they needed to sway; the beat of the music taking over their bodies. It was around the end of the third song when she pulled from his arms and swiftly kissed him on the neck, “I’ll be right back.”

He watched as she jumped onto the stage, slightly stumbling as she did so. She grabbed a fiddle that was nestled behind the drummer, which Gendry assumed to be her brother, and took her place in front of the microphone. A fast tune belted out from her fiddle and Gendry watched as she stomped her feet to the rhythm. Her other siblings where singing in a language that Gendry wasn’t familiar with, but that didn’t matter. It was a catchy tune and made the crowd in the pub dance around in circles. Gendry found himself tapping to the beat as he watched her play.

He was completely and utterly mesmerized by her, unable to take his eyes off her swaying body. He watched her as she moved her fingers swiftly over the strings of the fiddle, playing each note with ease. He could watch her for hours, and for a moment he thought he did.

Once her set was finished, she jumped off the stage and headed towards him with a broad smile etched on her face. He didn’t have to register what was happening when she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him that there was no one else in the room. Her lips glided over his with such urgency, he was sure to faint from lack of air. But none of that mattered as they stood in the middle of the pub tasting the ruminates of alcohol on each other’s lips.

Finally, after several minutes of heated kissing, they pulled apart each gasping for air.

“That was fun.” She said with a smile.

Gendry nodded as he tried to steady his breathing.

They stayed in each other’s arms as the music continued to play, not caring about the world around them.

It wasn’t until another fast tune started that Arya pulled Gendry to the game tables daring him to play. He was up for the challenge and wasn’t about to let a scrawny northern girl beat him. For the next couple of hours, they played darts and pool. He was shocked at the precision of her aim for each game as she continued to beat his butt. Three rounds of darts and a round of pool later, Gendry was out of 100 bucks with a gloating Arya on his arm.

“You should practice more!” She shouted over the music.

“You shouldn’t hustle people.” He chastised with a smile.

She shoved him gently, “You never asked if I knew how to play!”

The two laughed and made their way back to the bar.

They stayed there for the remainder of the night, laughing and talking and truly getting to know one another. It was a comforting feeling for Gendry, and it had been awhile since he was this open to another human being. The last person he had opened his heart to be his mum, and she passed just three summers prior.

He found it familiar and a little strange that he was able to tell Arya all his secrets. Not once did he feel like it was a bad idea. Her encouraging smile and the way that she intently listening ushered him to continue. He told her about his childhood and how hard it was for his mum to raise him by herself. He told her how he was trying to pursue a carrier in music and how hard it was for him to write one damned song. He even told her how utterly broke he was and how he had to do side jobs working as a mechanic just to pay the bills. With every word he spilled, she would clean it up.

Gendry was a little more than relieved when she reciprocated her life story.

She had grown up in the north with her five siblings. Their parents were always supportive of their dreams but insisted that they all had a proper education. Her father was a big-time politician that Gendry had scarcely heard of, and he traveled all around the country. Her and he siblings had created their band to pass the time stuck behind castle walls and overbearing guards. She never expected them to be good. When her father got a job in King’s Landing, the whole family packed up their belongings and moved south. They had only been in the city for a better part of a week and The Peach was the only pub willing to let them play.

Gendry laughed as she recounted the many pranks that she had played on her older siblings when they were younger and how annoyed her older sister would be. She also told him of how, as they got older, their relationship as siblings grew making them near inseparable.

“Sansa and I even have our own apartment.” She said to him as she finished up her story.

“So, when your whole family moved you all didn’t move into the same house?” He asked, a little confused by her earlier confession.

She shook her head, “No, our parents wanted to give us older kids some freedom, so Robb and Jon have a place while Bran and Rickon still live with the rents.”

Gendry was about to say something when Hot Pie interrupted, “Last call! Pub closes in ten!”

He looked down at his watch and noticed how late it really was. He was sure that Lommy was long gone and cursed himself silently as he realized he had stayed longer than anticipated. He wasn’t complaining, considering he met Arya, but his mind couldn’t help but wonder to the unfinished song sitting on his living room table.

“Hey,” Arya started. Gendry looked up to meet her eyes, “Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe come back to my place. It’s not far, just a few blocks.”

Gendry thought about it. He really needed to head home, but the invitation she offered was so inviting.

“Sure, why not? But what about your sister?” He asked as he looked over to the stage. The band had stopped playing nearly a half an hour ago, but a few of Arya’s siblings were still lingering on the wooden platform.

“Oh, she’s not coming home. I spoke with her when I when to the loo. She has met a guy named Pod. I think that was his name, and she’ll be going over his house tonight.” She said with a shrug.

Gendry laughed, “I know Pod. There are rumors he has a ‘magic cock’ that the ladies adore.”

Arya laughed into her drink, causing the contents to spill, “Magic cock? Okay, we’ll see. I’ll get all the details when she comes tumbling in at like ten in the morning.”

The two finished their drinks and exited the bar. They walked hand in hand down the sidewalk. Much like his apartment, hers was only a few blocks away from The Peach. The only difference was that she in the posh side of town where the apartments cost a whole three months rent. He could tell that she was a little embarrassed by this fact and tried to brush it off.

“I tried to tell my parents that we didn’t need anything fancy, but…they wouldn’t have it.” A slight blush rose to her cheeks as she tried to hide her embarrassment.

Gendry shrugged, “I don’t care. If I had parents willing to pay my rent, I’d take it in a heartbeat.”

Arya smiled at his comment and squeezed his hand a little tighter. They walked in silence until they reached her apartment door. She pulled her keys from her jacket and fumbled them as she tried to get them into the key hole. She was nervous and Gendry could tell. He reached out to grasp her shaking hands and helped her with the door.

Arya entered before him and she flicked on the lights, illuminating the dark hallways. The first thing that Gendry noticed was how big the apartment was. He was sure that he could fit his room and his living room all in her living room. It was spacious, but that could be the fact that she had hardly any furniture in her place.

“Sorry if it looks a little bare. Sansa and I convinced our parents that we would handle on buying our own furniture. As you can see, it is taking longer than anticipated. Luckily, we a couch and beds. Do you want anything to drink or eat? I have to warn you, we only have a bottle of wine in our fridge and a bag of Doritos in our pantry.” She said with a smile.

Gendry laughed, “I’ll take it.”

He dropped himself onto the couch and waited for her to return from the kitchen. He looked around the living room and noticed a few family pictures on her wall and smiled at the happiness they emitted. He had always wanted a big family and had begged his mom to give him a sibling. This was before he realized how hard it was on her to raise just one child on her own, let along two.

Arya swiftly returned with the bottle of wine, a few glasses, and a large unopened bag of Doritos.

“Well, it’s four AM, so I’d say this is a breakfast of champions.” He joked.

She laughed and handed him a full glass of wine. He gladly took it and sipped the contents, cringing in disgust.

“I said I had wine, I never said it was any good.” She said as she took her own sip. Gendry noticed her face twist with distaste. “Oh gods! That is awful!”

“Where did you get this?” Gendry asked as he placed the glass on the coffee table in front of him.

“Our Aunt Lysa gave it to us before we left.” She picked up the bottle and examined the label, “Tears of Lys…ekk.”

“You sure it’s not poison?” He laughed.

“I’m beginning to wonder.”

The continued to chat, and although the wine was horrible, they continued to drink. For several more hours they talked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company, until Gendry’s alarm started to go off. He pulled his phone from his pocket at looked at the time. It was 8 am and he was late for his shift at Mott’s.

“Does that mean you have to go?” Arya asked with tired eyes.

Gendry frowned, “It does. I wish I could stay, but I’ve been up all night and I still have work. Gotta pay the rent. I had an amazing time…and I think I found the lyrics to my song.”

Arya smiled, “Yeah? What is about?”

He leaned his head down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, “You. It’s about my night with you, my little Northern Girl.”

#axg fic #Arya Stark #Gendry #arya/gendry #got #ed sherran #galway girl story #modern arya and gendry #gendry x arya #arya x gendry #stark siblings #family love

[notsocuddlefish]

Some tips for clothes (Along with brand suggestions)

Rue 21's men section has some decently priced skinny jeans (if you don't wear skinny jeans I'd suggest looking at the website, mainly to see the prices of said jeans you like) that went down to 30w 30l, and they fit pretty well. (Ones I got was $26)

H&M is another place you can check out, but a pal of mine said they kinda run small, so I'd suget maybe if you can trying on a size or two bigger than what you usually get, but the jeans usually run from $25-$40. They also go down to (I believe) 28w 30l.

This was at the Lansing mall, so I'd suggest checking online and if the website allows it, seeing if a store nearby carries your size.

From hand-me-downs I have the brands Carbon, Hollister, Arizona (Jean co.), and Ocean Current, and On The Bays. I also have an American Eagle shirt, but it's a bit long on me (most shirts are)

Carbon I have a pair of skinny jeans that fit pretty well, but are a bit tight in the calf at first. If you wear boxer briefs I would exactly suggest wearing them with these, cause it'll cause them to roll up. I also have anbutton up shirt from the same brand that fits really well. It's not too long and it's not small on me, only thing is the sleeves are a bit tight, but not too tight to loose circulation.

Hollister I only have a shirt from, it fits pretty well, but doesn't exactly help with passing (at least the one I have) it's not too long and it's not tight on me.

Arizona Jean co. I have a button down shirt from that fits really well like the carbon one, but it's short sleeved and a bit baggy in that area. I also have two pairs of skinny jeans that I did have to size up (I'm a 32w and had to get a 36 w, though I should've grabbed a 35 or a 34) I can wear my boxer briefs with them, they do kinda roll up, but not as much as the Carbon pair. I prefer my black pair, but that's just me, I don't really pass well in other colored jeans.

Ocean Current I don't have much experience with since I just found out I have a shirt from that brand, but the shirt fits pretty well, it's not too long and it's not tight in the arms but it's not baggy either. The one I have doesn't exactly help with passing, but the brand is pretty good so far.

On The Bays I just have a shirt for that I got from a cousin whose taller than me, so the shirt is a bit long despite being a medium (size I usually wear) other than that it fits pretty well like the Ocean Current one.

My American Eagle shirt is baggy, but I think it might just be the shirt itself (I think it's a sporty one) but it feels nice so I use it to lounge around. My brother wear American Eagle shirts as well (his favorite brand for long sleeves) and those tend to fit fairly well when he hands some of them down for me to try if he doesn't want them anymore, so I'd give that brand a check.

For pants, I suggest just trying on different types: skinny, slim, regular, relaxed, and loose. There is also sometimes stores that'll advertise super skinny's, but I kinda avoid those tbh, never tried them on though so idk how they fit. But try on the different types there are, sometimes change the colors of the jeans, find what fits you.

Same goes with shirts, just try whatever on, see if it helps you pass or not, personally avoid horizontal (the ones that go acrossed) especially near the bottom of the shirt, since it will make your hips look wider. Vertical can make you look taller. I kinda avoid black shirts, but I do have dark blue ones, idk if it's cause I mostly wear black pants or if I genuinely don't look good in them. V necks I'd kinda avoid, same for flannel, though some people can pass pretty well with both of those.

Deffinately get a belt, not only will your body change a bit, but the jeans with wear out as well and won't stay up as well as they used to. Just a basic one will do. You could also invest in some suspenders, since (from what a friend told me) they help with making your hips look slimmer, plus they look kinda nice.

Shoes I'd suggest trying on, some people get a bigger size, I don't, I just look and find shoes that make my feet looks bit longer without actually having a bigger shoe. (I currently like high top converse, especially in grays) deffinately get boots if you can, a friend really likes Doc Martin's, I've never tried them (hell I don't even own a pair of boots at the moment) but it's something you can probably check out, also boots can add height, which is nice.

If anybody has anything else to add, go ahead. If you have brands to suggest go ahead, any advice go ahead.

#ftm #tips

[bookshopwitch]

Answers to Questions For LGBT Ladies #LGBTask

Questions For LGBT Ladies #LGBTask

Here are some random questions pertaining to LGBT Ladies. Have others ask you or simply answer them yourself.

Here are my answers!

69. Boobs or butts? Boobs. 

70. Beer or wine? Beer. 71. Do you have a favorite lesbian movie? Not particularly.  72. From 1-10, how attractive are muscular women? All women are beautiful 73. From 1-10, how attractive are women who wear glasses? See above 74. From 1-10, how attractive are women who are covered with tattoos? See above 75. From 1-10, how attractive are curvy/plus-size women? See above 76. From 1-10, how attractive are women with short hair? See above 77. From 1-10, how attractive are masculine butch women? See above 78. From 1-10, how attractive are highly intelligent women? See above 79. From 1-10, how attractive are tall women (i.e. around 6 feet or taller)? See above 80. Have you ever been on your period the same time as a girlfriend? Yes. 81. Has a girl ever dumped you for a guy? Not that I know of. 82. Do you carry a purse? Yes! 83. Do you have any LGBT relatives? I think so? 84. Have you ever pretended to be completely straight? Nah. 85. Would you ever date a trans girl? Of course.  86. How well do you think LGBT women are portrayed in television? We’re getting there. 87. Have you ever had a crush on a woman who’s much older than you? Nope. 88. Do you have any celebrity crushes? So many. 89. Do you have any opinions on LGBT people in the military? I don’t see the issue with it. 90. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes. 91. Would you ever have a threesome? If so, would a guy be included? Sure! If a guy wanted to be included, he could be. 92. Where do you think is the best place to meet a potential lover? Somewhere you’re doing something you love. 93. Is there such a thing as “good” lesbian porn? Definitely.  94. Have you ever had a one night stand? Nope. 95. How often do you wear a bra? Everyday.  96. Have you ever been part of a softball team? No. I am the least coordinated person I know. 97. If you could live your life all over again, would you still be attracted to other women? Yeah.  98. What stereotype about LGBT women do you disagree with the most? That we’re all butch and manly and ‘act like guys’.  99. What advice would you give a girl who is struggling to figure out her sexuality? Take your time! Experiment, read, watch, listen. Take your time to figure it out. You don’t have to know straight away what your sexuality is. You can come out as a lesbian and realize you’re also attracted to guys and that is okay! You can change your mind! You do what you want and like who you want. You don’t have to conform to a label if you don’t want to, and you can always change your mind.  100. What advice would you give a girl who is struggling to come out? Don’t feel like you have to make a it a big deal. You can keep it to yourself. People feel like you have to come out to, like, officially be gay, but that’s NOT TRUE! I never officially ‘came out’ to anyone, it just became a part of me, and that was that. I never sat my friends down and was like ‘guys, I like women’. That didn’t happen for me. It just became something that was a part of my life, just like I don’t sit people down when I meet them and say ‘guys, I’m a thespian.’ You don’t ‘come out’ as a christian, or a cheerleader, or a drama kid, or Australian. It’s just a part of you. So if you’re struggling to come out, just know that you do not have to come out until you are ready, and you do not have to come out at all if that’s what makes you feel comfortable.

#LGBTask

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Memories Remain, Chapter 5

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Another day, another four emails from Nathalie about Gabriel HQ meetings.

Adrien was positive he'd made his stance clear, but that never stopped Nathalie from keeping him in the loop. Adrien set aside the catalogue she'd mailed him and skimmed her emails with little interest. Nothing new. Things were running fine. That’s all that mattered.

Adrien shut down his work email without checking the rest of the meeting minutes or bank statements that were cluttering his inbox. He wasn't about to deal with all of that.

This was supposed to be a good day for him. He was determined to keep it that way, and a good day did not involve looking over his father's assets.

Instead, he fed Plagg another round of cheese before approaching his closet.

He had just a few hours left before he went to meet Ladybug. He needed to get dressed. Adrien pushed his pair of thick rimmed glasses up his nose, forgoing contacts for the day. Typically, he didn't worry about his appearance, especially when meeting Ladybug. There was no point brushing his hair and wearing his best shirt when he'd just transform and be covered from head to toe in a magical leather cat suit. Besides, ever since he'd quit modeling, he hadn’t been as concerned with how well his shoes matched his belt.

This was different.

He was about to meet Ladybug.

Honest to god, real life Ladybug.

And on his life, he was not going to meet her in his coffee stained work shirt and a pair of loose fitting jeans. He was going to call back to the 18 year old Adrien Agreste who sold cologne on billboards wearing only the highest quality designer clothing.

He was going to have to go into his closet.

"It's been a while since I've seen you wear something that comes off a hanger," Plagg said as Adrien opened the double door walk in. "Getting all dressed up to see your love bug?" The kwami made a kissy face.

"She's not my love bug," Adrien quipped.

He flipped through the hangers, shifting through the pairs of designer jeans and pressed slacks. He laid out no less than five outfits, shuffled shirts around, considered his socks, then began pacing, much to Plagg's chagrin. The tiny pest flitted around complaining loudly the entire time.

Finally, Adrien settled on something to wear.

He donned a pair of tight fitting navy slacks, a soft, dark blue t-shirt, and a grey sports jacket.  Not too dressed up, but not too casual either. He shoved his feet into a pair of Doc Martins and pushed up the sleeves of his sports jacket. Of course, his father hadn't raised a slob. Adrien folded a handkerchief and placed it neatly into his breast pocket.

After spending a half hour ensuring his hair was absolutely perfect, it was just about time. He wound a large, heavy knit scarf around his neck and shoved his keys, phone, and wallet.

"Are you ready?" Adrien ran his fingers through his hair and shut the curtains.

"Are you asking me or yourself," Plagg asked.

He rolled his eyes. "Plagg, transform me."

Once he was officially Cat Noir, he snuck out the back window of his apartment. It was finally time.

Marinette was ready. At least, she kept telling herself she was.

She was glad, at least, that Cat Noir suggested meeting today instead. It gave her time to style her hair--curse her heavy Chinese locks that couldn't hold a curl to save her life--and do her makeup. She had been too nervous yesterday to take care of any of that. She'd gotten dressed in a daze, and had spent more time tearing her hair out with nervousness than she had considering what would happen when she actually had to drop the mask and face the actual boy she'd had feelings for for her entire young adult life.

But this morning, she'd woken up with a strange sense of clarity. She wasn't nervous any more. She wasn't worried. Everything was just…serene. Because she was meeting Cat Noir today.

So she put on a brightly colored outfit to contrast the dreary February weather. A navy blue skirt with pink butterflies, a pink, long sleeved shirt, a pair of yellow tights with polka dotted heels and a red knitted scarf. Once her hair was pulled back into twin buns, she checked her appearance in the mirror one last time before turning to Tikki.

"Are you ready for this," She asked her kwami, who was sitting on Marinette's chaise lounge.

"I'm ready if you are," the tiny red bug said.

"I'm definitely ready."

"You seem way more confident today."

Marinette smiled and looped her purse over her shoulder. "I feel better. I mean, no matter what happens, Cat Noir is my friend. He still wants to meet me, so that's a good thing, right? Whoever he is under the mask, we're still going to be friends."

"Do you think he's someone you know already?"

"I mean, a while ago I wondered if maybe he was someone in my class. After Chloe repeatedly got everyone in school akumatized, and he was always on the scene so quickly, I had to wonder. I doubt it, though."

"Well, I guess you're about to find out."

Marinette grinned the type of sappy grin of a school girl in love. "I guess you're right."

She put on her coat and a pair of earmuffs, then let Tikki fly into her purse. She stopped into the bakery downstairs for some macarons, because bringing cookies along almost always led to a good first impression--as long as she didn’t drop them all.

Once she was out of the bakery, she slipped the cookies into her purse and let Tikki out of her hiding place.

"Ok, Tikki, the coast is clear."

"Just say the word, Marinette."

It was finally time.

Thank goodness the school was empty. Marinette had to double check the principal's office, but thankfully Principal Damocles never outgrew his habit of taking Saturdays as a personal day. As long as there were no students on campus for activities--and Marinette hadn't noticed any--the coast was totally clear.

Now all that was left was to wait.

She wasn't sure which direction Cat Noir would be coming from. Would he walk through the front doors? Unlikely, since they were locked for the weekend. Which meant he was probably going to drop into the courtyard from the roof. So Ladybug picked a nice spot on the overhang above the library to sit and wait.

She looked down on the basketball court and wondered what life would have been like if she and Cat Noir actually had gone to college here together. Would they have had classes together? Would they have recognized each other? Marinette liked to think she wasn't so dense she wouldn't see her partner right in front of her. Then again, she could be totally wrong. It was completely possible that she did know him in her everyday life.

She would find out soon enough.

She wasn't waiting long before the cat dropped in. Always the show off, he flipped over the rooftop of the side corridor, caught himself on the second floor railing, then landed at the center of the basketball court below.

"You can't do anything normally, can you?" Ladybug stood on the overhang and tossed out her yoyo. It wrapped around a railing, and she swung herself down to the courtyard to stand before Cat Noir. "You're always doing something to show off."

"What can I say," the stupid tom cat smirked, "I needed one last chance to show you just how purrfect I am before my true identity sweeps you off your feet."

"Somehow I doubt that," Ladybug lied. She knew he was right. Just the thought of seeing him without his mask had her heart nearly pounding out of her chest.

"I guess we're about to see, aren't we?"

Cat Noir stood to his full height, a solid nine inches taller than she was. She was a little bit salty she hadn't actually opted for the small heel in her boots when she'd redesigned her suit last year. At least then he only would have had eight and a half inches on her.

Maybe it was the strange silence between them, but Ladybug noticed that Cat seemed almost nervous. It was a rare occurrence to see him like this, but she understood how he was feeling. If she hadn't used all of her nerves up yesterday, she'd probably be on edge too.

"I guess it's time, then," Ladybug suggested.

"Wait." Cat Noir held up a hand. "Can I have, like, one minute?"

"What, are you a scaredy cat?"

"No! Yes? Look, this is…it's a big deal, alright?"

Ladybug looked down at her hands clasped in front of her. "I know. It is. You're right."

"It's just--I've been wanting to know you for, like, ten years now. And now it's about to happen. And this is just a big deal, you know?" He covered his mouth with his hand.

"I've wanted to know, too," she murmured. "I mean, it's not like I never wanted to know."

"I know," he said. "It wasn't safe. But I'm glad it's happening now."

"Me, too."

Cat Noir took another deep breath before finally meeting her eyes. "Okay. Are you ready?"

"Are you asking me or yourself?"

He scowled. "My kwami asked me the same thing this morning."

Ladybug giggled. "Well, I'm ready when you are. How do you want to do this?"

"How about this," he put a hand on her shoulder, "You turn that way," he turned her to face the basketball hoop by the library. "And I'll face the other way. Then when we've detransformed, we can turn back around and see each other."

"So complicated," she teased.

Adrien turned to face the opposite basketball hoop. "Okay. I'm ready."

"Me, too."

Unable to help himself, and in need of some grounding, Cat Noir grabbed Ladybug's hand. She squeezed his in return. He gulped. "On three?"

He felt rather than saw her nod. "One," she counted.

"Two."

He squeezed her hand, and together they said, "three."

Each of them called off their transformation, and two bright lights shone in the college courtyard, one a brilliant pink, and the other electric green.

The lights faded, and suddenly Adrien was holding Ladybug's hand.

Barely a few seconds had passed, and Marinette was touching Cat Noir's skin with her skin.

In a few more seconds, they would be looking at each other's faces, unobstructed.

And suddenly it was all too much.

All of the anxiety Marinette hadn't felt the entire day slammed into her at once.

A fine sheen of sweat appeared across Adrien's brow.

Both of them considered running.

But neither of them moved. They stayed rooted in one spot, too terrified of seeing, and too afraid to leave.

It was a good fear, though, Marinette rationalized. It was excitement, anticipation, and the unknown. It wasn't a bad fear.

So she took another breath to steady herself. She should really start doing those deep breathing exercises her father pushed her to do so that she wasn't always gasping like a fish every time she got nervous. But that wasn't relevant right then.

"Should we turn around?" His voice sounded higher with nerves.

"Yeah, that would make sense, wouldn't it, kid?" The response definitely did not come from Marinette. Instead, she turned her head slightly to the right to see a floating, black, cat-like creature that must be Cat Noir's kwami.

"Plagg, if you don’t…"

"Oh, stop it with your empty threats, and just turn around already!"

"He's right, you know," Marinette said, "we should just do it. Like ripping off a bandaid. Get it over with. Not that there's anything to get over, but just…get it done."

"Yeah. Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool cool. Let's do this."

They squeezed each other's hand one last time. Marinette squeezed her eyes shut. She had no way of knowing, but behind her Adrien did the same. In sync, they released their hands and spun around towards each other.

"Oh would you open your eyes," Plagg complained.

"Give them some space, you pest," a small, high voice chided.

Marinette giggled. Leave it to her kwami to take control and try to deescalate the situation.

Feeling at ease after hearing her kwami's voice, Marinette felt brave. She squinted one of her eyes open, reminding herself that it was the same old Cat Noir, just without a mask. A glint of blonde caught her eye, giving her the courage to open her eyes fully.

Her breath caught in her throat. "Hey, I know you!"

The boy in front of her winced, and his eyes didn't open. "Yeah, I, um, thought you might…"

Of course she recognized him, Adrien thought, he was a model for most of his life. Why hadn't he thought to warn her about that?

"You're from the coffee shop!"

Huh?

"From the…coffee shop?" Adrien's muscles relaxed a bit.

"Yeah, you're my barista!"

"That's how you recognize me?" His voice was full of disbelief. "From the coffee shop?"

"Open your eyes, you silly cat!"

So he did. Slowly, and cautiously, but he opened his eyes.

What he saw nearly knocked him off his feet. He'd been right.

"You're the baker's daughter," he said, his voice filled with awe. "And I was right!"

Ladybug had a look of confusion on her face. "You were right?"

"I was right!" Adrien threw his arms around her waist and picked her up. He swung a very shocked Ladybug around in a circle, laughing all the while. "I was right!"

Marinette's hands went to Cat Noir's shoulders as she braced herself against the motion. "What do you mean, you were right?"

He finally stopped spinning, but he didn't put her down. "I was right! I've known since I was fourteen that if I ever met you in real life, I would recognize you, and I was right!" He finally placed her gently on the ground, hands resting gently at her waist. "That night you came into the coffee shop to work on your project, I knew you looked familiar. Everything about you was familiar, and I just, I had this feeling. And every time I saw you I kept feeling it, and here you are!"

Marinette's cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but she wasn't about to stop any time soon. "I guess you were right, then! And what do you mean, you thought I might recognize you? Conceited much?"

He groaned and bowed his head. "I'm not being conceited, I'm just used to being recognized. I, aha, I used to be a model."

"A model?" She deadpanned.

He took one hand off of her waist, just to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah…"

"Wait a minute," she said, taking a step back, "hold on, you were a model, weren't you? I recognize you now! I knew you looked familiar, but it's hard to tell when you wear those glasses, and your hair is so much shorter now! I used to see you in magazines all the time!"

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Maybe I shouldn't have pointed it out…"

She laughed. "No, no! It’s fine! Everything's fine."

"Are you sure you won't go all fan girl on me," he teased.

"Dude," she said, putting a hand on her hip, "I'm literally Ladybug. Not to brag, but I'm pretty used to the celebrity life by now." She flipped a strand of hair over her shoulder and struck a pose, earning her a hearty laugh from her partner.

"Well that's good to know." A glint of mischief flashed in his eyes, and Marinette marveled at the familiarity of the look, even without the mask. He bowed at the waist, taking her hand. "It's nice to formally meet you, my lady. Adrien Agreste, at your service."

Marinette tried to quell the butterflies in her stomach, but to no avail. "Pleasure to meet you, good sir. Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Adrien righted himself. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry. Would you care to join me for lunch, my lady?"

"That sounds lovely, chaton." She looped her arm in his. "And lucky for you, I used to go to this school. I know the back way out so that no one sees us sneaking out."

"You never cease to amaze with your impurressive tricks, Bug."

She began to lead him to the back of the school "What can I say, I've always told you I'm a genius."

"And so humble." He assessed her outfit. "And what are you, a fashion student? You're wearing, like, a hundred colors!"

"As a matter of fact, I am. Working towards a masters in design."

"Don't get me wrong, I love it. It reminds me of summer."

"Who dressed you today, Cat," she shot back, "you have on a big scarf like that, but no jacket? What happened to you, Monsieur Agreste?"

"It's almost 10C out. It's not even that cold!"

They bantered back and forth like that the entire way out, leaving their kwami to trail behind them, forgotten in the excitement.

They had a feeling that would become the norm from then on.

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