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dearhargrove · 25 days

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Survivors

Evan Buckley x reader

summary You're taking care of Christopher when Buck comes home, looking absolutely drained and in shock and goes straight to Christophers room. You overhear the news and make sure to care for both Chris and Buck.

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tags pretty much episode 14 season 4, Eddie gets shot but it's not described, Buck is sad :(, Chris being the precious kid he is

a/n the way I sat there in silence when Eddie got shot is crazy. Like first they hurt us with Athena and Bobby's fight and then one second passes and Eddie (my bb) gets shot I'm so confused 😭 anyway I couldn't take it when I saw bucks reaction so I wrote a fix it for me. Also I screen recorded off of an illegal site to make gifs LMAO

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You're washing the dishes when the front door opens and closes, footsteps echoing through the hallway and living room - right past the kitchen.

“Eddie?” You call and the steps stop. Instead of the man you'd expected there's your husband, Buck. He looks distraught, eyes bloodshot and lips bitten raw. What the hell happened? He doesn't even really look at you, it's like he's looking through you. “Buck? You okay?”

He licks his lips and blinks a few times but he doesn't reply. He walks straight to Christopher's bedroom, you following after him in confusion and worry. Why was he alone and why did he look like he'd seen a ghost or worse?

He stops before entering Chris’ room, but not to wait for permission to come in but more like hesitancy. He balls his hand into a fist and takes a deep breath before walking in. You take his spot in the doorway and watch with a worried frown as Buck squats down in front of Chris who's sitting on his bed, playing a video game.

“Where's Dad?” Buck looks down and you see him swallow again before he looks into the kids eyes. “He's.. not coming home tonight, Chris.”

Chris seems almost unbothered by it but considering that Eddie had to stay in the hospital overnight almost regularly due to his job, it was a reasonable reaction. But Buck doesn't seem to think the same and shakes his head minimally.

“Did he get hurt? In a fire?” Chris inquires and Buck turns his head to the side and slowly shakes it in negation. Before explaining it he sits down next to Chris and pinches the bridge of his nose, frowning. “No, not- not in a fire.” He takes another deep breath before continuing, “The truth is someone hurt your Dad.”

It's been a while since you've heard his voice so sullen and raspy from crying - probably since the last visit from his parents and that was weeks ago now. You slowly and quietly come into the room as well, standing at the foot of the bed and next to Buck with his back turned to you.

He regards you with a short glance before focusing back on Christopher, confirming his question, “Yeah, a bad guy.”

You see him reach up and wipe under his eyes, frowning in empathy as you put your hand between his shoulder blades and slowly move it up and down in hopes to calm him down a bit.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Chris asks and you're glad he did because you want to know too. Buck looks at him again and nods. “Your Dad is tough. He's a fighter.”

“He's with the doctors now? The ones that fixed you?” Chris inquires and Buck nods. You see the conflict on his face before the ten year old nods, “Then he's gonna be fine.” You hum and Buck glances your way before focusing back on Chris. Just as he's about to say something his phone pings twice and he looks down at it.

Over his shoulder you see the message as well, stemming from Bobby.

Out of surgery. Doctors say it went well.

Your heart basically drops in relief and Bucks seems to as well when his phone drops from his hand and he pretty much caves in, dropping his chin to his chest as he sniffles and exhales deeply.

You thread your hand in his hair and he automatically leans into you, resting against your stomach as he starts to cry. His hands grasp at your hips before his arms wrap around you and he sobs.

“Shh, it's okay, baby. Eddie's gonna be fine. Right, Chris? Your dad's strong.”

The young boy nods and you smile assuringly as he reaches out and wraps his arm around Bucks shoulders to pat his back. You melt at the sight and ruffle his hair which he usually doesn't like - only his dad is allowed to - but now he just looks at you with worry and confusion.

“How about you go and get ready for bed, hm?” It's not a question and it is a reasonable time for him to head to bed anyway, so he complies and slowly walks to the bathroom.

When he's out of earshot you sit next to Buck and let him fully wrap his arms around you and put his head on your chest as he cries. “H-He got shot right in front of me,” he starts with hitching breaths. “He just dropped and his blood was all over me-” he sobs deeply and you kiss his head while trying to process this yourself. He got shot?

“You couldn't have prevented it, love. He's gonna be fine. Eddie survived a lot, he's going to pull through this time, too.” Buck shakes his head and pulls back enough to look at you, blue eyes glossy and chin quivering as he gasps between another sob.

“It shouldn't have been him!” This devastates you and you cup his face in your hands, your worried expression replaced by a stern one. “It shouldn't have been anyone. Not him and not you, either. You hear me?”

He whimpers and you sigh, wiping your thumbs under his eyes and placing a long, soft kiss on his birthmark. “As soon as we can, we'll go visit him. But now you have to be strong, for Christopher. He looks up to you, if he sees you sad he'll be sad, too. Let's get him to bed, and I'll take care of you after.”

You take his hand and put it over your heart, exaggerating your breaths so he could match his and calm down. Right when he does he opens his eyes again and his frown fades enough to only be barely visible. “‘m sorry.”

The shake of your head is immediate, shutting up any further apologies. “No. It's good to let it out. I'm here so you can do exactly that if you need to. I love you, Evan. Nothing's gonna change that.”

He pulls his hand from your chest and tangles it with yours instead, gently kissing your knuckles and then your inner wrist.

He used to hate his name after it reminded him of his parents- of how they treated him. It reminds him of a life where he had to endure pain to receive love and attention.

But when you say it, it makes his heart beat faster in a good way. It makes him want to move on from his trauma or at least learn to deal with it.

And moreover it makes him feel validated. With you, he's not just Buck. He's also vulnerable, emotional and a bit cheesy. He's Evan. Evan, who's had more jobs in more cities than he can count on one hand because he was trying to find his place in the world. Evan, who likes the ocean but has been uneasy around it ever since the tsunami.

You smile lovingly and peck his forehead just as Chris comes back inside. He's wearing some dino pajamas and you ‘ohh’ at him which makes him giggle and turn as if to show off his outfit.

You move up from the bed - Buck going with you and standing at the foot of it - and untuck the bedsheets. “Get in there.” Chris grins and lays down, letting you tuck him in.

“Don't be sad, kid.” He says to Buck, who tries and fails to hide a new round of tears building up in his eyes. You had no clue where and why Chris sometimes calls Buck or even Eddie ‘kid’ but both of them seemed to love it.

“I'm just a bit worried for your Dad. But he'll be fine,” he adds the last part when you glance at him warningly, not wanting Chris to worry, and smiles. “Goodnight, bud.”

You leave his nightlight on and the door open as you leave.

Buck settles on the couch and watches as you approach and stand in front of him.

He leans back into the couch and looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that make you melt every single time he looks at you. Damn him and his beautiful eyes.

“I'm really scared. I don't know what I would do without him… when he laid there and looked at me, I-” he inhales sharply and looks at his hands, picking at his nails and reopening an old abrasion in the process.

You take his hand into each of yours to stop him and sigh, “I think you're gonna have to move from monthly sessions to biweekly, babe.” You know his therapy has been helping him a lot and you're glad he's working on coping with his trauma, but this addition is going to complicate not just his home life but also work - especially when Eddie comes back.

He groans and pulls you down until you're sitting on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs and his hands on your hips. “I appreciate your help, lovie, but just let me try and rest a little right now, please?”

You smile and card a hand through hair, moving to get off his lap so he could get comfortable on the couch. “Where do you think you're going?” He huffs and you're pushed onto your back before he's leaning over you, laying between your legs.

“You're gonna use me as your pillow?” You prompt and he nods, laying his head on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into your neck and against your pulse point. You're familiar with his constant search for proof that you're alive and well; you supposed it comes from not just the job but his abandonment issues, too.

It didn't matter to you though, as long as you got to hold him at the end of the day you'd let him maneuver you into whatever way made him happy.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #oliver stark #911 fanfic #911 show #911 fox #911 spoilers #eddie diaz 911 #eddie diaz #christopher diaz

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mosaickiwi · 17 days

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Little "Love" Notes

Angel should really tell someone if they think somebody’s breaking in but instead they do… this? For some reason.

very good idea

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

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Quiet and quick as could be, [REDACTED] slowly opened your window by the fire escape. He climbed in carefully, a little astonished that you still weren’t bothering to lock it after all these months. Their boots hardly made a sound as he took practiced steps over the hardwood floor of your apartment and headed straight to the kitchen. He didn’t need to see to know which floorboards would creak or groan underfoot.

Just as they expected, the usual sight that had him even more excited to go on his now almost nightly break-ins was there to greet him. A handful of hastily scrawled, bright pink sticky notes were slapped across various surfaces.

At some point or another you'd gotten sick of things going missing. Sure, most of them turned up after a while—and always right where you thought you'd left them—but even still it annoyed you. So you started leaving silly messages for your supposed burglar. He chose to read them as love notes.

“Don't take anything in here you BITCH I'll be so mad!!” screamed one from its place on a kitchen cabinet. Your writing there was a little illegible from how fast you surely wrote it, but he found it endearing.

Another, on the side of some faded plastic-ware read, “I made these cookies for a friend but a lot of them came out wrong. You may have the burnt ones.”

“Give that ugly red shirt back it doesn't belong to me.” That was the last one he could find in the room for now, left on top of the counter next to the notepad and pen you always used.

As much as he wished to, the hacker usually didn’t respond for fear of confirming your needless worries. They'd never want to harm you like a real burglar. But he always followed the instructions when he could. And he could do some of those tonight.

Since you'd so nicely asked, he left the bottom cabinet alone. They already knew what you kept in there anyway. He wouldn’t tell a soul.

He took a few burnt cookies out of the container left on the counter—not enough that you'd notice. Some to eat once he left, and one to keep. It was another thing you offered up to him, after all.

But the sorry excuse of a shirt that your (worst) childhood friend had left behind was long gone. [REDACTED] had already given it a much needed vacation to the bottom of Lake Bluemoss, along with some other items that Leon had dared to leave among your belongings.

With the notes in the kitchen mostly taken care of, he set off towards your laundry closet. Only to find the small sliding door in the hallway closed shut with a note of its own smack dab in the middle.

“Please don't take my comfy clothes anymore :c I know you always give them back but it'll be getting cold soon!! You don’t want me freezing in the middle of the night, do you? Won't you forgive me? Pretty please? ♥ ♥”

Mind going a mile a minute, [REDACTED] had to read your beautiful handwriting again and again as if decoding a different language. Those tiny, black inked hearts at the end of the note were all he could understand in the moment. Your sweetly written, pleading love letter finally sunk in once he managed to shake away the haze you’d unknowingly swept him into.

This one was a risk that he was willing to take. Of course they wanted you to be comfortable. He gently peeled the note off so it wouldn’t tear, and folded it away to tuck into his jeans.

Then, the dark haired man began to tug his favorite hoodie up and over his shoulders.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

You lazily pulled the folding door open in search of a blanket. It was just a little bit colder for some reason when you woke up this morning, so you needed something to keep you cozy while you waited for Violet to come over later that afternoon. You reached up to the middle shelf where you normally kept extra blankets, but something just below it caught your eye.

A huge, black hoodie sat folded on top of the pile of clean towels you forgot to take care of days ago.

You didn't recognize it, but it had to belong to one of your friends, right? They all formed a habit of leaving stuff with you once you moved back to town. Jae still hadn’t picked up the roller skates he got for Maple—they were only used the one time.

Ignoring the blanket you meant to grab, you picked up the hoodie and slipped it on. The giant thing practically swallowed you, sleeves enveloping your hands and the hem falling well past your hips. The garish horror design that decorated its front didn't seem to be anything your friends were into, either.

But it was warmer than you thought possible. Plus, it smelled nice, like cherries and a little familiar comfort of something you couldn't place. Whoever it belonged to surely wouldn't mind if you kept it for a while.

You didn't bother to spare it another thought and hurried off to check the kitchen. Hopefully the cookies you'd painstakingly baked yesterday were still there.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #momo writing #yesterday was april fool's...#but redacted is a year round fool /silly #they are my fool i love them #also weird little freak angel love them too #anyways i said this for a haha funny joke but i thought about it a LOT #that is how all my redacted ideas start... why am i like this

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queenshelby · 7 months

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 38: DANIELLE'S STATEMENT

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

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Cillian took the phone from Nina, reading the article out loud to you both. His face grew grim as he absorbed the contents, his expression mirroring your unease. You exchanged looks, knowing this was going to be a problem.

"Well, there's no denying it now," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

You bit your lip, trying to decide how to handle the situation. You felt your cheeks heat up as you imagined the consequences of what this may mean for you both. Not only was this humiliating for Cillian just before the BAFTAs, but also did it jeopardise your relationship with him, especially since, until now, he did not know about how you made your money in the past.

Cillian looked conflicted, torn between whether or not to address the situation, but you decided to break the silence first.

"I did not mean to hide anything from you, Cillian but I was and still am utterly embarrassed by this," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"So, it is actually true?" Cillian asked with surprise, thinking that the tabloids had made up a story to make you look bad.

"Yes," you said, and this statement took courage, given the secrets you had kept thus far especially in front of Cillian's 14-year-old daughter Nina who, too, had to hear why you did what you did at such a young age. "It started when I was 16 actually. Not when I was 18. It was illegal but, when I went to high school, my forester parents didn't support me. They used the money they were given by the state to buy drugs and alcohol, so I needed to find a way to finance my studies. I worked at a strip club to pay for my tuition fees. It's not something I am proud of, and I have been trying hard to forget about it ever since," you explained, causing Cillian to swallow harshly before cupping your face.

"I am so sorry Cillian," you began to cry, and Cillian quickly shook his head.

"Don't be, Y/N. I don't care where you come from or what you did. You are smart, beautiful, and funny. And I love you. That's all that matters to me," he replied earnestly, making you smile weakly through your tears.

Cillian caressed your cheek with his thumb, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "But I am sorry that you had to endure such shit upbringings and now have to endure this rubbish as well," he went on to say, his voice gentle yet firm. "We'll get through this together, okay?" he suggested, and a lump formed in your throat as you nodded, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand.

"This will look so bad for you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Cillian winced, looking genuinely hurt by the mention of his age. "I don't care what it looks like," he assured you. "What I care about is who you are, not where you're from or what you've done. If people can't see that, then they're not worth worrying about," he then reassured you before he drew you into a fierce embrace, his words offering solace and reassurance.

You hugged him back, feeling your emotions spilling over. "Thank you, Cill. This means a lot to me," you whispered into his chest, and Cillian squeezed you tighter, his own heart swelling with pride and protectiveness.

Nina cleared her throat, breaking the tender moment. "I'm really sorry for interrupting you guys, but we need to talk about this. You are not going to let this slide, are you?" she said, gesturing towards the magazine.

Cillian reluctantly released you, allowing you to compose yourself before speaking again.

"Look, it doesn't change anything between us," he pointed out to his daughter, trying to put her mind at ease before turning to you.

You nodded, trying to swallow down the lump forming in your throat. Silently, you agreed hesitantly, still processing the newfound information.

Cillian wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You took a deep breath, letting Cillian's warmth seep into your being.

"Can you say something back, dad?" Nina asked, her tone curious.

"To the press?" he asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow in response to his daughter's question.

Nina scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "They always do this kind of thing. You're just an easy target because of your age difference with Y/N. Otherwise, no one would have cared. You need to make a statement or something," she commented, crossing her arms defensively.

Cillian sighed, running a hand through his hair once more in frustration. He despised engaging with reporters and gossip like this, but it seemed necessary in order to protect those closest to him - including you.

"Fuck," he cursed before picking up his phone from the bedside table and making a call to his publicity agent.

"Liam, listen. There's an article in OK! Magazine that you need to address. Can you please call me back?" he spoke sharply into the receiver, leaving a message for him.

"Cill, I don't care. Don't do this for me," you told him after he hung up, but Cillian seemed determined.

"But I care Y/N. This entire article is nonsense," he insisted, holding your gaze with intensity as he brushed his fingers through your hair, giving you a reassuring smile.

"Just trust me on this, okay? Please," he requested softly; his eyes full of sincerity and you hesitated before finally nodding.

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Several days later, and much to your surprise, you found yet another article about Cillian and you just as you packed your bag for your impending trip to London.

This article held a much different tone, and you were sure that Nina had something to do with it.

Title: Cillian Murphy's Ex Danielle Speaks Out: "I'm Happy for Him and Our Kids"

In the world of showbiz, love knows no boundaries. And when it comes to the mesmerising actor Cillian Murphy, the news of his blossoming May-December romance with dance teacher and performer Y/N Y/LN raised a few eyebrows due to their 22-year age gap and Y/N’s troubled past. But fret not, dear readers, as the acclaimed actress Danielle Murphy, is here to set the record straight and endorse their relationship!

In an exclusive interview, Danielle Murphy opened up about her ex-husband's relationship, highlighting the wonderful role that Cillian’s new love interest plays in their lives. As it turns out, Y/N not only teaches dance, but she is also the instructor to Danielle and Cillian's daughter Nina who has built a strong relationship with her father’s new and much younger girlfriend.

"Dance has always been a big part of Nina's life, and I couldn't be more thrilled that Y/N teaches and mentors her," Danielle shared with a warm smile. "When you're co-parenting, especially with teenagers, having a positive and welcome addition like Y/N is truly a blessing."

It's heartwarming to see the understanding and maturity that exists between Danielle and Cillian, as they manage to navigate their separate lives while focusing on their children's well-being. The ex-couple's unwavering support for their children's passions has ultimately created a harmonious environment for all involved.

In her statement, Danielle strongly emphasised her happiness for Cillian and the joy he has found with Y/N. "Cillian deserves nothing but love and happiness, and if Y/N is the one that brings it to him, then so be it," she expressed. "I trust his judgment, and I trust that Y/N is a wonderful person who will genuinely cherish him as much as he deserves."

As a mother, Danielle emphasised the importance of her children's well-being and happiness. "At the end of the day, my children's happiness is my top priority," she stated sincerely. "And from what I can see, Cillian has found someone who genuinely cares for them which, ultimately, is everything I could ever ask for.”

Indeed, this supportive stance from Danielle shows not only her maturity but also her immense love and respect for her soon-to-be ex-husband as the couple works through their divorce. It is truly commendable how ex-spouses can put aside any grievances for the sake of their children's happiness.

As the gossip mill churns, it's important to remember that love seems to know no boundaries. With Danielle's blessing and Cillian's unwavering support, Y/N finds solace in knowing they have won the hearts of those closest to Cillian and the children. These two individuals have gracefully risen above public judgment and are committed to prioritising love, family and the happiness of their children.

So, let's raise a glass to this modern family and their ability to find joy and harmony amidst the prying eyes of the world. Cheers to Cillian, Danielle, Y/N, and their beautiful blended family!

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 2 months

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Home Pt.4 || cbf!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Rating: M Words: 1.2K Pairing: cbf!Simonxafab!reader / teen!Simonxteen!Reader Summary: Teen Simon and his best friend often spend their nights away from their respective houses because they found a home in each other… CW: financial abuse, fear of being home. Tags: you/your pronouns, a bit angsty, teen romance, underage smoking, British slang (attempted), British military (attempted accuracy). a/n: not proofread. ALSO: If the cursive is illegible for you, check image description/alt text to be able to read the postcard below better!

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You never met Mr. and Mrs. Riley. And the only time you met Tommy was one time when you were 13 and you and the group went to get Simon from home on a Saturday, only to find out that he had to stay home to look after the then 10 year-old, his mum having taken on an extra shift at work.

Simon didn't talk much about his home life for a long time. Not that he needed to. And you also didn't need to ask. You were smart and aware enough to know what he went through. He only really told you about it when the two of you started sneaking out at night in his dad's car.

You were 14. He was 15.

You sat on the passenger's seat. You had taken your trainers off and had your knees pulled up to your chest while your back leaned against the door.

Simon sat across from you in the driver's side, with the seat leaned all the way back and an arm behind his head. He had a spliff between his pointer finger and thumb, and he was taking a long, deep drag from it.

He passed it over to you as he puffed out the smoke and finally spoke. “I'm gonna kill my dad, one of these days.” He told you. He had been eerily quiet the whole night, and hadn't even wanted to make out, so you thought that maybe something was on your mind. You couldn't be more right.

“What happened?” You asked him as you began to take your own drag of the spliff in your hand, watching as Simon shifted around in his seat, eyes already bloodshot from the weed.

“My mum's been talkin’ about leavin’ my dad. Takin’ me and Tommy with her somewhere else.” He explains, his eyebrows twitching. You knew how to read him by now.

Brow twitches meant he was frustrated and displeased. His jaw clenching meant he was mad and holding back on nasty words he wanted to say. His left eye also twitched sometimes, and that one meant he was pissed (and sometimes jealous).

“That's a good thing, right?” You asked tentatively as you glanced at him while passing him the spliff.

“Yeh. Yeh. Good.” He said with a nod while mindlessly taking another drag.

“Then why do you look so mad?” You retorted as you looked at him a bit closer, taking in the way he looked.

“She has a second account at the bank. She puts a few quid in it whenever she has extra… to save up to leave.” He told you.

Simon then turned to look at you, his eyes still just as red but now looked a lot more likely that he was holding back tears.

“She checked the balance this week… she was so confident she was gonna have maybe 800 or so pounds in it…” He explained and pulled in a sharp breath through his nose.

“But it was empty?” You finished the sentence for him and his eyebrows fell at the corners, furrowing in barely contained sadness.

“He's such a bloody parasite, Y/N.” Simon whined and then dipped his head, rubbing it with his hand while his elbow rested on the window. “He takes and takes…”

“I'm sure he probably spent it all at once too, the leech!” Simon complained, raising his voice a bit. “You should've seen the way my mum looked when she saw the bank statements.” He whined.

“The way she cried… we were lucky Tommy was asleep and my dad was out… but she was just… just…” He trailed off. “I want him to die. I want to kill him.” He groaned and rubbed his face.

You didn't know what to say about it. As bad as things were in your own house, you never did get the feeling of wanting your dad to die (not back then, at least). You didn't support it fully. All you could do was try to understand and comfort him.

So, you pulled your legs down from the perch on the seat and slowly climbed onto his lap over the centre console. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a big, tight hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you against him hard.

He burrowed his face in the crook of your neck, his nose grazing your hair and he sniffed you, almost like having you in his arms and feeling your scent made everything easier to bear. You probably didn't smell that good… of cheap shampoo, bodywash, deodorant and weed… But he liked it. He always liked it. Always liked you.

He sent you some cash. It isn't much, just 150 quid. It's less than the amount he usually sends you biweekly. But as always, it came with a little postcard. A true testament that a couple years ago Emily wasn't lying when she said Simon liked English Lit.

It's the 12th postcard you've gotten. Once every two weeks. You don't mind that he sent less. You haven't been spending it either way. In fact, you care more about the postcard with little bits of his writing than you care about the money.

It's hard to believe 6 months have gone by without him. It was supposed to only be 3, but that's only for 18-year-olds, you later learned. At the ARC, Basic Training lasted 42 whole weeks. Now you were going to spend nearly a year without him.

But, he's already come to visit during Christmas break... And he'll come again. And by the time he's done, at least, you'll have graduated.

You sit in the driver's seat of his dad's car, the windshield wipers working overtime due to the rain outside as your fingers gently rub over the postcard he sent you, looking for traces of him.

You’ve parked, as always, at a little viewpoint just outside of Manc. You and Simon used to come here with your friends, sitting on the picnic tables across from the parking spaces and play cards while drinking beer and smoking.

The clock on the dashboard says it's just past 1:30 A.M. You wonder if Simon’s asleep at this time while you sit here, wide awake, smoking a hand rolled cigarette.

Deep down, you know he is. You don't know much about the military, but you know they wake up at the crack of dawn… 5 or 6 A.M. He's probably dead asleep so he can get up early.

He hasn't told you much from training, not since the first couple of full-fledged letters he sent, in his first month. But in one letter he mentioned how sore he was from “doing drills”, how the routine was hard, how he couldn't smoke anything, and it was taking a toll.

In another, he mentioned how he put on some weight, though he doesn't know if it's fat or muscle. You found yourself wondering how much stronger he must be now. He was never a weak bloke, just a bit skinny. But now? He must be so bulky and strong! You wish you could see it... run your fingers over him...

He also told you about how they already had him shooting rifles. How he was apparently “really good” at it. How he was even asked if he had ever shot a gun before by his instructors because of how accurate he was. How he liked it.

All you know is that, for now, he's safe. They can only send soldiers overseas or something when they turn 18. Until then, he's just training.

And for now, as you blow the smoke of your cigarette out of the window of the little Clio Campus, instead of being at home in your bed, you're safe too.

God knows how long that'll last for you both.

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marciaillust · 1 year

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Heyooo! It’s me again (i hope i’m not bothering you by asking questions like these) I started making a comic and I’m struggling with the typography

Any tips or recs to look? I really like your work and that’s why I am asking :)

Heyo!

I can dish out a few tips but they aren't really hard rules so take them with a grain of salt and artistic freedom.

The most important thing imo is the presentation of the text on the page. The shape and number of speech bubbles will be registered way before any of the contents so it needs to looks the part.

The first tip would be generally avoid the speech bubbles being overly thin and long. The example below is pretty tame but believe me, I’ve read comics with the wormiest of speech bubbles and they tend to not look good.

Sometimes the automatic alignment of the text will look closer to a square (especially if there are many short words in a sentence) so feel free to go in and move the text around via the enter key so it looks more like the rhombus. You won't always be able to achieve it especially if the first word in a sentence is long (e.g. the word "hypothetically") but a rhombus should be the goal.

While we're on the topic of speech bubbles I like mine to have really short "tails" (the bits that indicate who is speaking), unless I REALLY want to make sure the reader knows who is speaking in a scene.

Also I always make the tails point directly towards characters mouth unless it would make the scene confusing (for example if two characters have mouths really close to each other or something, I might make one tail point a bit higher/lower/to the left/right to differentiate between the two speakers. But that’s like a super specific problem and could be avoided with proper frame layout.)

And like, never skip the tails unless its the same character monologuing at length. Nothing breaks emersion more than when you have to stop and turn into an investigator to determine who is speaking in a scene.

Now for the fonts themselves, in my opinion the size of text should be unified between speech bubbles and across pages when it comes to a single font. Example, all casual speech - arial, 14; all thought bubbles - Calibri, 15.

That is of course unless there is artistic merit to changing the font and/or font's size. Making someone yell, suggesting a threat or sarcasm, indicating a playful tone or something akin to that - lean into what you're trying to communicate visually.

All fonts are not made equal and sometimes you will have to adjust things manually e.g. letter spacing or line spacing. Generally I try to keep the spacing the same regardless of the font, e.g. "yay exciting" had massive gaps between the lines which I've shrunk to make it look more visually cohesive with the rest of the dialogue. Same with these ones:

At the end of the day typography and everything pertaining to speech bubbles is design work and what designs do is communicate a message and serve a function. I’ve had this picture saved on my pc for years now (reverse google search doesn’t tell me who made it but it’s like the bible to me so I will share it, I am almost certain it was made by tryinghuman but I might be wrong):

Really every part of a speech bubble can be “designed” down to a single word. The position of text, fonts, the shape of the bubble etc. And every change will culminate in an effect and the goal is to have that effect reflect what you’re going for.

Make it legible or illegible, make it see-through, capitalise one word, cover speech bubbles up with other objects, make them crack or fall apart. Not every speech bubble needs special treatment! But once in a while it’s nice to throw something different in to spice things up.

Also, and this is a rule that was bestowed upon me during a graphic design class, don’t use more than 3 fonts per page (again, unless there is artistic merit to it like e.g. purposefully trying to communicate a sense of chaos. Otherwise it just looks a bit unprofessional. In my opinion anyway.)

And the last thing I will say, and this mostly applies to comics in English, is some “speech” fonts include capital “I”s both with and without serifs. The serif I should generally be reserved for the pronoun “I”.

There is so much more when it comes to text in comics like the flow of bubbles across pages, splicing text across bubbles for communicating speech patterns or intentions of the characters, and there are tutorials about it out there but I wasn’t able to find my favourites on command............. sorry................ But I’m peppering this in just so you’re on the lookout for all the other cool things that go into comic making :)

Hope this helped!

#tutorial #i guess

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sunsetcorvid · 1 year

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tell us about your agents

Anon you have unleashed the beast known as Autism (LONG POST I'M SERIOUS THE INFODUMP REALLY INFODUMPED)

Three Cuttlefish (Agent/Captain 3)

Repeating general info from the reference sheet for all of these! Also with some extra notes!

That's a They/Them right there.

Short squid haha 5'2" (157cm) ((they are only an inch shorter than me.))

Agender lesbian gayass who chose Three as their preferred name when Callie asked because they hadn't actually thought it out but thought "Hey, you know what they already call me Agent 3, why not just make it official." and they actually love the name now!

Hawaiian Bobtail Squid! Fun squid fact: Hawaiian Bobtails have a symbiotic relationship with bioluminescent bacteria which protects them from predators and also makes them sorta glow! Matches up with Three's scar a bit. (Look it up, the bioluminescence is pretty cool.)

Actually pretty nearsighted so they wear contacts most of the time. They found a pair that resemble Callie and Marie's pupil shape, so they got those to look more "Cuttlefish."

Not the best relationship with their bio family, pretty no-contact. I will most likely touch on this in my "Early Days of Agent 3" series on Ao3!

Sanitization scar fucked up their throat and vocal cords a bit, so it's pretty painful to talk. They could but they'd rather not anyways. Selective mute and uses sign to communicate!

Ambulatory cane user (Did some research, hope I used the first word right). Already had some body pains to begin with (One of them being the sanitization scar because that flares up sometimes.), but they messed up their back on a certain mission so they use a cane to walk sometimes.

Mains a Dynamo Roller. (They wield it like a Carbon....)

Banned from Turf Wars for "Using an illegally modified weapon." It wasn't illegal or modified they're just a beast with the Dynamo.

Legally got their name changed to "Three Cuttlefish" (Callie helped them.)

Four Cuttlefish (Agent 4)

looks at my icon. can you tell who my favorite agent is, lol.

Guys I think this is one of those She/They/Hes.... (real)

Grew a couple of inches from when he was 14 to now currently 19. 5'6" (167cm) to 5'8" (172cm)

Genderfluid panromantic gayass who chose Four as their name but not because it was a "Fuck it." moment, but because they genuinely liked being called Four at the time and they still do.

Never actually been in a relationship, but they're pretty sure they're polyamorous. (And might be on the aroace spectrum.)

A Clubhook Squid! So she has cool hooks on her tentacles. They are also a large species, so that's why Four's pretty tall. (For an inkling anyway.)

Also has a strained relationship with her bio family. Doesn't actually have Cuttlefish as her last name, but likes to introduce herself like that anyways because Marie is basically her mom now.

Always wears his Hero Jacket when he goes out. It's a comfort item to him. (Even if it's pretty torn up now and Marie has to force him to wash it every couple weeks.)

Started tying their back tentacles up when they were getting pretty long. Just did it one day because the hooks were bothering them and realized "Hey, I kind of look like Marie..." and kept doing it because it makes them feel better to share something with their mother-like figure.

Works part-time at Ammo Knights. Likes listening to Sheldon ramble about weapons.

She mains the Inkbrush! Very skilled, too. (Got some muscle from swinging it around.)

Looks at Three as an older sibling-like figure. (Technically, they could be cousins because Callie pretty much adopted Three and Marie pretty much adopted Four, sooo-)

The only one of the main four agents to have finished high school. Three dropped out to focus on agent work, Eight never really went, and Neo doesn't even know what the hell school is.

Absolutely terrified of salmonid. It's always just been a general phobia.

Eight Iida-Houzuki (Agent 8)

Yooo, one of those demigirl She/Theys, thats so poggers...

Tall... (5'11" 180cm, 6'1" 185cm in heels)

Down bad lesbian and in a relationship with Three!! (They hold hands!! Scandalous!!!)

Blue-Ringed Octopus! (And possibly something else because Blue-Rings are typically quite small.) Blue-Ringed Octopus are a highly venomous species (Though any recorded deaths are quite rare.). When they become agitated or defensive, their color will shift to a yellow and the blue rings appear. That's why the second ref is here, to show what the rings look like on Eight. While her ink color doesn't shift to a yellow, the rings are there and they have a slight yellow tint to them. Also blueish fingertips because funky fresh.

Doesn't remember much, if anything, from before Octo Expansion. Because of this, and being new to the surface, Marina pretty much put her under her name. So that's why she's "Eight Iida-Houzuki"! (The Houzuki is there because Pearlina canon source is me)

Leather jacket in their older design is a gift from Three! Though, it's a little torn up from some missions. They still wear it, though, because it's a huge comfort item now.

Has a bag in their older design as well for things! Weapon handling kit, first-aid kit, green towels for when Three's scar gets drippy while they're out, maybe a snack or two. Useful things!

Similar to Four, they started tying their back tentacles up because they were getting long.

Got a cool eyebrow nick to match Four's eyebrow scar. (The besties for real!!!)

Big scar on her back from being blown up a whole lot during Octo Expansion. Unlike Three's, however, it does not get drippy. Unfortunately, it is extra sensitive in place of that.

Also works part-time at Ammo Knights! Helps repair broken weapons and manages the shop when Sheldon is away somewhere for something.

Mains the E-Liter 4K or just any chargers in general! Watch out if you see her in Turf...

Worked at GrizzCo for like a week and noped the fuck outta there because man what is happening over there.

Neo/Junior (Cuttlefish) ((New Agent 3))

Another She/They that's so cool...

Still figuring herself out, but she's pretty sure she's bisexual and genderqueer.

5'4" (162cm) so like two inches taller than the Captain. (Everyone is taller than the Captain.)

You're probably wondering "Why are they 13 and not 14? They're not allowed to Turf and stuff until they're 14!" And my answer is: They lie about their age. They wander around the Splatlands, they've been doing it almost their whole life. Because of this, they look a little older than they are (They got out of their squish form pretty early.). Which is the main reason why Cuttlefish decided they were the New Agent 3. (He thought they were like 16-17 💀 He, and also Marie, already got a talk from Three about recruiting fresh squids/octos.)

Doesn't actually remember her name. Not because of amnesia or anything but because she just hasn't used it in years. Never really had a reason to. Soon, that memory faded because she never really saw it as important. The rest of the Splatoon either call her "Neo" or "Junior." (It started as a joke after Neo accidentally called Three her parent, but then it kind of caught on and even Three finds themself using it on her sometimes.)

Found Little Buddy as an egg a few years before Splat3 Story Mode happens. They have their own little language due to how long they've known each other and the fact that Buddy never grew up around other salmonid so he doesn't actually know whatever language salmonid use. He's also much more tame than you're usual Smallfry from being raised by Neo. Best friends forever, yo!

Magister Armhook Squid! Similar to Four with the hooks but she's a bit smaller.

They don't really main any weapon, they just kind of go with the flow. Hand them something and they'll figure it out pretty quickly. That doesn't mean they're good at everything, though. They do struggle with some weapons.

Looks at Three and Eight as parental figures and sees Four as a auncle (Aunt/Uncle) figure! Callie and Marie are like those cool aunts you have. (Got damn, Callie is grandma by 26! /hj)

Still learning sign, so this is why the Squid Sisters tell them what the Captain is saying. (And the Captain is still pretty shy.)

General Info on All!

They all share an apartment. Four originally wanted to stay with Three and Eight for a bit until she got a different apartment in Splatsville, and then Neo moved in because Three realized "Oh shit this kid is traumatized and homeless can't let them turn out like me lol" and so Four stays to help out with Neo.

All of them on the same team is a guaranteed loss for you. Sorry, you're not making it out alive. Three is a beast, Four is strategic and fast, Eight has terrifyingly good aim, and Neo can adapt to pretty much anything. You're fucked, lol.

Three is banned from playing Uno on Squidbeak Splatoon Game Night. They always win.

Group cuddle if any of them have nightmares.

Eight waking up in the middle of the night because her partner left the bed and finds the Threes in the dark kitchen munching on raw pasta for the crunch and it's like cats in the dark their eyes fuckin' glow and it scares the shit out of Eight before she turns the lights on and sees them clearly.

Four is both the number one hater and supporter of Eight and Three. (He will go on about how gross they are but he's the one who helped conspire the plan to get them together. He likes seeing his friends happy.)

Agent 24 headcanon thrown in here, teehee. Some nights, if Eight has a really bad nightmare, Three will hum or even sing Calamari Inkantation. It's off-pitch and rough because of their fucked up vocal cords, but it's enough to help Eight calm down. Three never regrets it, even when their throat feels like its been mauled the next morning. Eight appreciates this.

In order of most cuddly to least cuddly: Four, Three, Neo, and you may or may not find surprising Eight in last! Four is known to just lean against anyone in the Splatoon. Marie's there? Fuck yeah, let me get a hug. Three's on the couch? Just gonna lay on top of them if that's alright. Lovely platonic cuddles from Four! While Three is not very affectionate with the rest of the Splatoon, how clingy they are to Eight puts them in the number two spot. And they won't say no to a surprise cuddle from Four or Neo.

I think that's about it! Thank you for unleashing my autism demons I've been keeping this in since I got this ask because I need to draw their refs. I have a special interest in cephalopods now because of this. Thank you, I guess.

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clumsiestgiantess · 9 months

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Writing Master Post!

I’ll continue adding to this as I put out more stuff.

Alexis & Erica’s story, the Other-world Universe. In the midst of a thunderstorm, Alexis falls into another world entirely too small for herself. Misconceptions and hijinks ensue:

Chapter 1 - [They were trees]

Chapter 2 - [Walking is difficult when you can't see your own feet]

Chapter 3 - [Two figures, one dark alley]

Chapter 4 - [The power of a pile of free cash]

Chapter 5 - [From everything to nothing]

— — — — — — — —

Erica pov Chapter 5 - [When you think you’re alone, someone’s watching]

— — — — — — — —

Chapter 6 - [The truth comes out]

Chapter 7 - [Progress is progress, I guess]

Chapter 8 - [A little rain never hurt anyone]

Chapter 9 - [Hangover? I hardly know her]

— — — — — — — —

Erica pov Chapter 9 - [Invisible friends and flying cars]

— — — — — — — —

Chapter 10 - [What Could Go Wrong?]

Chapter 11 - [Deer don’t carry phones]

— End of arc one —

Chapter 12 - [Who all this was for]

Chapter 13 - [Is Stealing Still Illegal?]

Chapter 14 - [Is now a bad time to say I told you so?]

Chapter 15 - [Throw caution to the wind]

Chapter 16 - [The Smallest Sensations]

— — — — — — — —

Erica pov Chapter 16 - [A love larger than life]

— — — — — — — —

Chapter 17 - [Round 1: Fight!]

Chapter 18 - [Sympathy, Speed, and Safety all start with S]

Chapter 19 - [Inspiration Strikes]

Chapter 20 - [Testing the Waters]

Chapter 21 - [Calm Before the Storm]

Chapter 22 - [Round Two: Knockout]

— AUs —

List of potential AUs

Soul Shard/Smolmates AU (part 1) - An AU where soulmates split into a tiny version of themselves that is meant to stay with the other person; Alexis giant pov.

Soul Shard/Smolmates AU (part 2) - An AU where soulmates split into a tiny version of themselves that is meant to stay with the other person; Alexis tiny pov.

Fallen Erica AU - Erica falls into Alexis’ universe instead of Alexis falling into hers.

Roommates AU - Alexis and Erica share an apartment together! What can possibly go wrong now that they’re both the same height?

Ruler of Everything AU - Alexis decides to start controlling more people than just Erica. After so many other-worldians under her control, she comes out of hiding…

*bonus stuff*

THE GIRLS THE GIRLS THE GIRLS - A silly little animation that I love <3

What happened to the people who were abducted? - Bad stuff, that’s why I left it out of the main story.

Alexis’ abilities explained - (this is for later; there are things y’all don’t need to know yet)

Stolen Story Lore - Lore taken right off the desk of a character in the story.

The poor soul who fell into the normal-world (aka Alexis’ and our world) - Unfortunately, falling into strange worlds goes both ways.

Refs - The main three for now (I will add more refs later)

Refs pt 2 - canon heights in the other-world universe (my hand for scale)

A&E’s relationship - A bit about their love languages and how they connect

A&E’s insecurities - Every character has their flaws. (Might add more characters as they’re introduced)

Shrinking Cabin series:

Shrinking Cabin - Daniella inherits a cabin from her late uncle. Little does she know the cabin has a much smaller connecting counterpart.

Shrinking Cabin pt 2 - Living in a cabin that can be peered into at any moment isn’t very fun. Daniella tries to get her point across, but now things are so much worse.

Shrinking Cabin pt3 - How long will Daniella be stuck here? Things would be so much better with a friend around.

Shrinking Cabin pt4 (finale) - After one problem finally gets solved, Daniella can focus on the several other problems that aren’t.

Disappearing Cabin series:

Disappearing Cabin pt1 - Back to where it all began. Can Daniella reverse the affects of the cabin, or will she be stuck small?

Disappearing Cabin pt2 - (preview)

Winter’s Everlasting:

Winter’s Everlasting - A freezing world where wolves can talk, fairies and dragons exist, and- oh! The circus is in town!

Winter’s Everlasting Creature Index

Language barrier g/t:

Takeover Scenario - A dying Earth meets a slightly better (and bigger) version of itself.

Takeover Scenario pt2 - Learning what works between worlds.

little bonus snippet

Takeover Scenario Future - A different story that takes place after Survivors become the norm.

Takeover Scenario Future (part two) - Ritchie decides to take home a survivor, but is the little human willing to stay?

DNAliens stories:

List of everything - Covers the heights, mutations, living spaces, and a bit of backstory of the DNAliens that live/have lived on Earth

Tserem - A young woman is sentenced to sacrificial death by a mysterious monster rumored to be a half-human snake. The monster isn’t quite what she expected him to be.

Tselani (backstory) - It’s rather peaceful being the patron deity of a small village, until your disappearing ex makes a sudden reappearance.

Tselani (present day) - The viewpoint of Tselani’s human friend.

Aethra - The story of how she got her first human pet (of many)

Promptober/Inktober 2023: Month-long list - A conglomerate of DNAliens, Other-world Universe, and free-standing content.

Fantasy/Reality:

Plot Map - A long story I’ll never fully write, so take the bulleted list of plot points.

Promptober short - A snippet of events that happen after the story.

The Walls Won’t Be There Forever:

The Walls Won’t Be There Forever (1st half) - A pet borrower accidentally reveals her sentience to her captor. She expects the human to hurt her, or even send her off to a lab, but they’re.. apologizing?

Bonus oneshot - Takes place in the same world as the main story, but has no correlation with it.

What if half the population just.. shrank? (aka Thanos Snap Doomsday Crisis Scenario):

main story - (eventually…)

Bonus Scenario 1 - Tinies don’t tend to last that long when they’re barely big enough to see…

Bonus Scenario 2 - Can the universe postpone the upheaval of everything as we know it until after the first date, please?

Poll story:

Master list of all parts

CREATURE LORE - Some info on Ralyr’s species and its kin.

Creature Concept Pages

Random Prompts:

g/t brainrot - Something short I posted on a whim.

Role reversal - This time giant is scared of tiny.

Dad bros bonding prompt - Pretty much what the prompt says. A human and a borrower finding some common ground.

You Get What You Wish For - It’s not fun being cursed to live as a doll, especially when it’s you who cursed yourself (and your family, but they don’t know that).

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

Tall boi gets smol - What if I create a dude who’s 6’4? What if I have him drink something weird once that makes him shrink smaller and smaller in intervals in front of his fiancé? What if little dude finally stops shrinking at 1 & 1/2 centimeters tall? What if I put him into some situations?

pt 2, another situation - Not only has he lost his only way of communication, he HIMSELF got lost. Here’s hoping he makes it back in one piece.

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

Giant as unlimited resource prompt - Would you like to be an unwilling supplier of a new self-sufficient nutritional meat product for the rest of the world? Trick question, it doesn’t matter! You’ve been selected!

Landfill Apocalypse - Inspired by a post about tinies living isolated from humans.

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

Freezing Weather prompt - A borrower ends up stuck in a freezing car. His only way out? The car’s human owner.

Freezing Weather prompt (part 2) - Wow, Alice seems really stressed out. Surely it’s not the tiny man who ran away into her walls that’s causing all that stress, right? It’s exam week, after all; everyone’s stressed.

Freezing Weather prompt (part 3) - Finally, with Alice knowing the truth about him, Fen can rest. Or can he…?

Freezing Weather prompt (part 4) - Time for Alice’s pov! A recap of the first two episodes, but experienced from the ‘giant’s’ perspective.

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

“You too” - Something I felt compelled to write after seeing a silly comic strip.

Uncanny Valley - Quick drabble about the idea of an uncanny valley giant.

Alien Abduction horror (but make it g/t) - Two guys chillin in a rental house in the middle of a desert known for ufo sightings. What could possibly go wrong?

A couple g/t dreams - Some dreams that had pretty decent story plots that I quickly wrote down, then expanded on.

Tinies as figurines - The story of a beautiful music box (inspired by the one in this music video)

#writing stuff #g/t writing

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730bliss · 9 months

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3am (street fighter! hook x reader)

g/n reader, thx for voting ♡

**minor violence and sexual implications

“Only five more minutes..” you thought, as you looked up to the clock longingly.

Today was busy. Extra busy. Working at an understaffed coffee shop in the middle of the city probably wasn’t your best idea. Taking up your bosses’ 14-hour shift offer didn’t help either. But, the pay was good and the people were usually nice, leaving tips which you would spend on dinner afterwards.

Your coworkers were great too. Liv was your best friend. You knew her in highschool, and you guys were always hanging out, even outside of work. Alexa was a bit scary sometimes, but you were nice to her regardless. Iyo didn’t know alot of English, having moved with her family from Japan. Duolingo proved to be of some help to you both. You had other coworkers, but you didn’t really talk to them.

Finally, the time came and you could go home! Hallejuiah! You were going to have the best time having the next two days off, doing nothing, sleeping in, cleaning, eating, shopping, and-

“Hey!” Liv said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh, hey, what’s up?” you said a bit tiredly.

Liv looked around and lowered her voice, “You know my boyfriend, right?”

Ah, yes. Liv’s boyfriend. Max. Ew. You told her so many times to stay away from him.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, “What’d he do now?”

“Actually, nothing…” she said awkwardly.

“Oh? Well, what happened?” you asked, shocked. Usually when your guys’ conversations started like this, Max was usually being a dick to her or doing something stupid, god, he’s so stuck up.

“Nothing! I was just wondering if you’d go with me to his work tonight? I wanna go watch him, but I’m too scared to go alone..” Liv said.

“Oh, his job? Like, the fighting thing?” you asked.

“SHH! Not so loud! Yes, the uh- fighting thing,” she said.

Liv told you a few months ago about her boyfriends “job.” It wasn’t really a job. It was some underground WWE thing, except highly illegal. Real punching, real tables, real blood. The people who went would bet on the winner, like it was horse racing. From what you could assume, the winner of each match got to keep all the money. Liv was telling you how her boyfriend came home with glass in his back the other week. No wonder why he’s such a jerk.

“Well, uh- Liv, I don’t really know I-” you stammered, you didn’t want to tell her no, but you just wanted to go to bed. You ended up saying yes. She said she’d pick you up at eight.

Only three hours by yourself, what a shame. Not even enough time to take a decent nap!

Eventually, you got home and the clock read 7:00pm all too quickly. You decided you would get ready, begrudgingly. Before walking out the door, you took one last look at your bed, debating whether or not to cancel, and walked out.

When you got the “venue,” Liv lead the way, while you were too busy trying to take in your surroundings. It wasn’t very clean, the walls which were once white had a yellow-brown tint to them. There were some stains on them, too. But their origins, whether from food or the human body, was uncertain. The floors were a bit sticky, and the room smelt like cigarette smoke and alcohol. You sat next to Liv, in some of the last front-row seats available. The seat felt gross. You could see the letters A-E-W spray painted on the floor.

“So, how do you like it?” Liv asked smiley, with a hint of sarcasm in her words.

You laughed, “Well, it’s uh- it’s definitely…underground.”

You both laughed.

Most of the night went by somewhat quickly, and you found yourself interested at times although, it wasn’t because of the action. Some of the boys here were actually kinda… good looking. An older guy by the name of Christain caught your eye, but he probably had a wife, or something. Another guy, with half of his face painted got you extremely interested, but he was too good looking to not be in a relationship. He was the highlight of the night until someone else came out. The other guy in question was introduced as “HOOK.” Huh, weird name. Hook was really cute, and well-built. Fluffy brown hair that looked blonde when the light hit it.

(a/n: there team blonde, are you happy?)

He was probably about your age, maybe early 20s. He looked at you a couple of times, but you quickly looked away each time, trying to hide the blush that crept onto your face. His match went by fast, and he won, but not before getting socked by the other guy. The last time he looked at you he had a big purple bruise around his eye. You waited until he was all the way gone before making a comment to Liv.

“Hey, he was kinda cute,” you said quietly.

“What? Hook?” she asked.

“Yeah, or whatever his name is,” you said.

She looked in your eyes, and slowly, the biggest, most mischievous, shit-eating grin covered her face. You knew that face all too well.

“Liv,” you said sternly.

“What?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” she teased.

“Because!”

“I can get his number for you,” she said with a smile.

“Liv, I just said he was cute,” you said.

“Yeah, and I have connections!” she pleaded.

“No,” you said.

“Fine. You’re no fun.”

You guys had to wait until Max’s match was over and he was cleaned up before you could leave. You sat in the back while Liv and Max took you home. Liv waited until you were inside to drive off and tell Max about his cute “coworker.” Max found it a bit amusing, so he sent her his number.

Liv worked her magic that night, with Max peeking over every once in awhile. Because for some reason, this Hook guy was still awake at three in the morning. Hook said he would try to stop by on Monday, when you came back from your two days off. And Liv didn’t tell you jack shit about her plan.

When you came back to work, it was just you and Alexa until 11, when Liv and Iyo came in. It was all going well, you two being successful in getting through the morning rush. Lunch rush was a bit busy, but not as bad as Friday. Liv was tapping a pen on the counter impatiently, probably waiting for Max to bring her some food, or something. You and Iyo were tackling some spilt milk, until the bell rang and Liv tapped your shoulder.

“Can you take this order? I need to use the bathroom,” she said.

“Sure,” you said, and went to the register to help a guy with a hood on get his order taken.

It wasn’t until you asked for his name you got a good look at his face. Brown eyes and broad shoulders. You could see some tufts of brown hair, too. But the thing that made him stand out was the big, purple bruise around his eye and- OH NO!

“You should’ve known. Maybe this was all a coincidence? Hopefully he doesn’t remember you. Maybe if you are nice enough he’ll become a regular. I wonder if he’s single…” your mind raced with thoughts as you made his coffee. It was similar to your own order, just a bit stronger.

You looked over to Liv.

She smiled at you.

You shook your head.

Secretly, you were thankful for it. And for Liv, she was thankful he even showed up at all.

He was the only person there, so you didn’t bother calling out his name. But hopefully you spelt it right.

“Enjoy,” was all you said before you tried to turn away.

“Thanks,” he said.

“But hey- uh,” he started. You turned your attention back to him.

“Can I get a straw?”

“Sure,” you said, and reached down to grab one. You handed one to him.

“Thanks, and hey- you’re Max’s friend, right?” he asked.

“Oh, um, not really. I’m just friends with his girlfriend.. so..” you trailed off.

“Good, he's a dick.”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of awkwardness before he spoke again, with a bit of nonverbal help from Liv who was listening in intently. Liv's ability to become friends with seemingly everybody was beyond you.

“I think you’re cute too,” he said bluntly, but you could tell he really did mean it.

“Oh! Um, thanks! I mean- uh, sorry I didn’t mean too, uh,” you stammered before coming to your senses.

“I’m sorry Liv tried to drag you into this,” you finally said.

He chuckled and asked for your number. You gave it to him.

The subsequent date was nice. You both shared a lot of laughs, and you learned he had a thing for photography. He even paid for the meal, despite your efforts. You went to a few more “shows'' with Liv, and he came home with you sometimes. But usually, you were both too tired to do anything. Sometimes you did, though. Hook was really good at making you feel good.

After tiptoeing around each other for a while you guys decided to make it official. Liv was ecstatic when you told her the news. It’s kind of ironic, because then you became the one plucking glass out of your boyfriends back at 3am.

#wwe #aew #pro wrestling #aew wrestling #fanfiction #aew dynamite #hook aew #hook x reader #hook imagine #hook imagines #liv morgan #liv is the best #we stan #hookhausen #cliche reader job sorry guys

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thebetawolfgirl · 5 months

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Bonding Time Pt4

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: No smut. Dad finds out!

Bonding Time pt4

Greg looked pale as Timmy and y/n walked into the living room together, they sat down across from him on the same chair and waited.

‘Okay, let’s get on with it and get this over with.’ Timmy started in a bored voice.

‘She’s your step sister! Her mother and I are married.’

‘Yeah, key word: STEP sister, not related. So not actually illegal.’ Timmy argued back.

Greg looked at y/n ‘And what do you have to say for yourself? Do you really expect me to keep this from your mother?’

Y/n shrugged nonchalantly ‘Don’t really care if you tell her or not. It’s really nothing to do with her. Who I fuck is my business.’

‘Yes but you are f-‘ He cleared his throat before continuing ‘You are sleeping with my son, your step brother. I mean how long has this been going on?’

‘A few months at least, and to be honest we truly didn’t like each other at first.’

‘No, but there’s only so much wedding talk you can handle before getting bored, and besides going outside to play together doesn’t really fit for two people over the age of 14.’

‘Right so all we had was going for walks, or going out with friends.’

‘And also dad, technically this is all your fault.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘Well the first time y/n and I slept together was during one of your little arguments during wedding preparations.’

Greg looked off trying to remember, ‘hold on you stayed at the house during the preparations…. You were having sex while we were arguing?’

‘We needed some kind of distraction to block out the noise of glasses being thrown against the wall.’ Timmy grumbled looking down.

‘Not to mention all the tears and the yelling.’ Y/n rolled her eyes picking at her nails.

‘So when the two of you suddenly disappeared at the reception?’

Timmy smirked at the memory and looked at y/n ‘Surprised you didn’t hear her screaming my name.’

Y/n moved to pull his hair and he grabbed her wrist lacing their fingers together to stop her.

Greg just watched them perplexed and shook his head standing up ‘I don’t know if I can accept this, what will people think if they see you together? You’re my son and I’m married to y/n’s mother. Did you even think about this?’

Timmy pursed his lips and shrugged. ‘I don’t care what your friends at the Social Club will think, dad. We’re not stopping, it’s too much fun.’

Y/n propped her head on her hand resting against the back of the chair and smiled as Greg looked at her.

‘I’m not going to tell your mother, this will break her heart.’

Y/n shrugged coldly ‘I wouldn’t worry too much on that, she’s never had one.’

Greg sighed looking down, before looking back at his son.

‘What about Stacey?’

‘What about Stacey? We’ve only slept together once. She means nothing to me.’

‘We met her parents yesterday, they said she’s never been so happy.’

‘Well that’s not on me, I haven’t seen or spoken to her in over two weeks.’

‘Yes she’s been trying to call you. She asked Elaine if she had spoken to you when she visited the salon.’

‘Yes the amount of times she calls is a bit creepy.’ Y/n looked at Timmy smirking. ‘Then she always was very clingy, even in high school. She was the school bitch, but a clingy bitch.’

After Greg left his son’s apartment, still refusing to accept what he had walked in on Timmy and y/n went to bed. They would deal with whatever in the morning.

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pralinesims · 3 months

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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore 💜

AAAAA THANK YOU SM LANA <333

Vale occupies the majority of my brain space atm, so here we go...

Is not averse to risks, usually he doesn't shy away from gambling, illegal street races, bets and that kinda stuff if he's in need for money (or sometimes also just for fun to feel something for once)

Before he started working as a fulltime bartender, he's been a car mechanic for a pretty long timespan of his working years.

Not a fact that many around him know, but when he was younger he really was into writing and used it as an outlet for his emotions, even delving into poems or songtexts every now and then.

Speaking of music things, he knows how to play the guitar and piano, though his skills also have become a bit rusty within the years.

And while we're at facts of Vale during his youth, he tried his first cigarette when he was 9 years old. Later at age 14, he started smoking casually, and the older he grew, the habit and nicotine dependency developed increasingly...

#my sims #oc facts #vale

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armpirate · 3 months

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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 3

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy.

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Y/n stopped in front of her elevator, wondering whether she should get in there to get to her floor, and then she looked to her left. She could see the few steps that marked the beginning of a long way up to the third floor, and while she fixed her eyes on the grayish stain -that had been there ever since she moved to the building-, she remembered how judged she felt earlier that day when she joined her colleagues' conversation.

—Your metabolism works like that now, but it'll go all down to your ass if you keep a sedentary life —her brunette coworker sighed—. You'll also feel happier with yourself. You'll feel productive. I promise you, going to the gym will change your life.

Donna was a failed attempt of influencer. Of course she would preach the fitness life she advertised on her social media, she had an image to maintain -even if she was still working in the editorial as the big mouth that made young girls feel bad over not looking like her. Not only teenage girls, Y/n herself let her comment and cocky smile get to her, instantly thinking that she maybe was right.

Her colleague was dumb, but she was even dumber for paying attention to whatever bullshit she said, and choosing to get to her floor through the stairs.

She didn't go to the gym, but she had a long route -coming and going- from her place to the station, and from the station to the workplace. It wasn't like she didn't move throughout the day. Actually, she thought she moved a little bit too much.

After reaching the second floor, she could feel that burning sensation on her calves, rising to the back of her knees. But she still ignored it, cheering herself with the idea of being almost there.

Pulling from the railing, she gave herself the last impulse to give the first step on the third floor, sighing with a tired smile as she threw her head back. Although it was soon replaced by a whine as she bent her body onwards, assuring herself she wouldn't be as dumb to do that again, unless she had no other choice.

As she looked down, she noticed all the traces of her neighbor's moving were completely gone: there were no small cork balls, the huge box was also gone... and so it was the small note she hung on his door.

Her shoulder sank to her sides when she turned around and realized the note changed its position, going from his door to being hung at hers then. She hurried to the door, taking the piece of paper, just to see he wrote something under her first note.

"It's easier for me to understand things when someone speaks to me directly, instead of leaving notes"

And the smiley face next to it almost made her lose it.

Her right eye started throbbing, almost blinking by itself as she crumpled the paper in her hand. But even in that situation, she tried to find as much inner peace as possible, slowly turning around to his door when she felt the throb almost disappearing.

If he wanted her to speak to him directly, she would.

She rang his bell once... twice... three times. She knocked on his door, and waited for him to open it, only to be paid back with silence.

Maybe if she had had a good day -instead of being questioned about her habits-, and maybe, just maybe, if she had slept properly -which was ironic whose fault it was-, she probably wouldn't have gone the bad route. But she was tired, angry, and the rope to her patience kept shortening a little.

Twisting her lips, she took out her phone and opened the residents' group chat.

Y/n: The last few days a few annoying and noisy activities had been carried out. In order to keep the good environment in the building, I ask for the new resident to adapt to the norms and respect that are part of our building. Thank you.

She closed the app and locked her screen, saving the phone back in her jacket as she made her way to her apartment.

She couldn't feel bad about it even if she thought about it. She called out his attention in a respectful and private way, and he mocked her for it. Now she was sure he would indeed understand what the characters on the text were saying. And if he wasn't able to understand what was written, at least shame would get to him.

Shame would get to him... What a joke that was.

Her neighbor was indeed in the residents' group chat, and he did read her text, that was why he clapped back with something that had nothing to do with the noise.

Unknown: Since we're at it. I would also like to talk about something that's also been bothering me since I moved in. I come pretty late at night, and I always end up wet because 3A waters her plants in the balcony that's on the street side.

Not only did she think it was the dumbest complaint he could think of, it was also a lie. By the time she watered her plants, he wasn't even home. She knew it because the way he interrupted her sleep followed an annoying pattern that always started around three and four in the morning.

Either way, that message took Roger not longer than half a day to show up at her door, reaching out to her in a friendly way about the flowers issue. He was something like the person in charge to keep the good environment in the building, and to keep note of every complaint or any problem that could come up regarding the place they were living -at least regarding the common areas.

—So you come to talk to me, but you don't talk to him? —she raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms over her chest.

—I did talk to him —he passed his hand over his shaven head—. Yesterday morning before he left for work. And it seems like he was rational about it, so I'm asking you to take the flowers away. Use plastic ones, you won't have to water them. It's a win win —he suggested with a forced smile.

Y/n gave in, but not without throwing a killing glare at his closed door, before she made sure to slam the door as hard as possible before she stepped back inside. On one hand, she did it because of the little problem she had with it. But on the other hand, she felt chills running down her spine as the walls vibrated to the sound.

Never, in the year and a half she had been living there, she had been called out for anything. And after he showed up, she felt judged and cornered for the dumbest reasons. The fact that it also happened the only day she'd stay home, because she finally managed to get her landlord to hire someone to repair the door, made her even more frustrated.

She tried to distract herself by doing some cleaning, and hung out the washing on the edge of the window that was on the common interior courtyard of the building.

Maybe she shouldn't have done it, but her rage was acting on her behalf. Pressing her lips together, she used the broomstick to reach out to the velvet shirt that was hanging on his clothesline under his window. She had no idea what she wanted to do with it, but she gasped when instead of hooking it up around the tip, it fell three floors down.

Could be that was even better.

With a smirk, she picked up the bottle of bleach that was saved in one of the lower drawers in her kitchen, throwing a bit over the wrinkled fabric.

—You're bothered about water. Let's see if it's better with bleach.

Y/n closed her window, and drew the thin white curtain, after all of her clothes were hanging, taking the rest of the morning to wait for someone that should be about to come.

Jungkook woke up with a groan, rolling in his bed, stretching his body with a smile when he realized he had been able to sleep without being interrupted by his neighbor.

It was the first time since he moved there that he was able to sleep those seven hours in a row -because not even the weekends were an excuse for some little peace between them. In a good mood, he walked around his home, tidying some things up.

Honestly, one of the girls was right. He felt way better after all of the boxes were gone and he found some stability in the order he settled. It felt like his home, finally.

His mood was still cheerful, despite noticing one of the most expensive shirts he owned on the floor of the common courtyard. Could be he didn't place it properly, or maybe the pinches broke, since the two of them were also on the floor.

Jungkook walked down the stairs, giving little jumps until he reached the entrance to that common area -that he found quite useless. His mood changed in a matter of seconds, after he picked up his shirt. There was a huge stain that adopted a pink-ish tone that stood out among the velvety ones. As he raised it to check it better, a strong chemical odor he slightly recognized filled his nostrils, forcing him to lower his arms.

—That crazy psycho —he muttered, looking up at her window.

That shirt cost him seven stitches on his eyebrow, after he fell knocked out in a fight. He had allowed that other bigger boy to break his face, because it was dealt that way between that other guy's trainer and him. And that maniac destroyed it in a matter of seconds.

While he looked at the stain on his shirt, he found a man curiously looking at the entrance while he waited for the lift. And judging by his uniform and the tool case he was carrying, he guessed he wasn't there to pay a visit to someone.

—Woodsbroz? —Jungkook asked, raising his eyebrow.

—Ah yeah —the man smiled—. We work with wood, but mainly doors and windows.

He smirked, nodding at the information, although he wasn't genuinely curious. He was just thinking out loud, unaware that the man could easily hear him. That smirk quickly disappeared, turning into a thinking expression when the man hit the third floor button before he could.

—Are you going to work at the 3A? —Jungkook casually asked, turning to him.

—Yeah, why? —the man frowned.

The younger boy grimaced at the comment, auguring anything but good news to the older man at his right.

—She isn't home today —Jungkook lied.

—Seriously? —the man scoffed, tilting his head annoyed— I was pretty clear that I'd come, and they assured me there would be someone waiting for me. How am I supposed to work like this? —he mumbled to himself.

—Yeah, some people have no respect —Jungkook agreed—. Well, have a nice day —he greeted them when they reached his floor.

—Have a nice day. Thanks for warning me.

Y/n ran to the door when she heard the sound of the elevator reaching her floor, looking through her peephole, but only seeing a tall auburn man with short hair. She wasn't quite sure of who he was, but he did look good from behind, even if he was wearing baggy clothes that barely allowed her to admire him properly. But all that attraction slowly vanished when he twisted his tattooed wrist, opening the lock and stepping inside the house she had been having nightmares with.

So that man was the one she started a war with? She was damned.

Her blood was boiling after she called her landlord, and he told her the company did send someone, but they were told no one was at home. Her jaw was clenched so tight that she could almost hear her teeth squeaking as soon as she was aware of what happened.

Of course her neighbor had something to do with the fact that her door would still not close properly.

She lost one day of work, which meant losing ten dollars in subsistence allowance, and she was convinced she'd have to lose another day of work to be able to be home when the carpenter showed up again, which meant the loss of another ten dollars. And the fact that she wasn't going to work, and there was no way she could justify it, also meant she would have an absence of two days and she wouldn't be paid for those days either.

Of course that morning she wouldn't let him sleep, sticking her wireless speaker to their shared wall to blast some 90s techno songs. There was no response on his side though, until late into the night, that he started kicking the wall past twelve.

And he played it double.

She didn't know. She thought that maybe he was waiting for her next move until the old lady from the 2B apartment knocked on her door with a dirty letter on her name.

Her breathing was faster, her chest was bulking with anger when she saw the stains of sauces on a penalty fee that would have cost her three hundred dollars if her neighbor hadn't noticed it in the bin. She had enough with being called out in the middle of nowhere after she tried to sneak in the subway, because she realized way too late she didn't pay for the monthly pass three days into the month, to having to add a bigger amount of money to pay.

She could only think about how she hoped he didn't dare to make a sound that night.

But of course 3B was going to do the exact opposite she wanted. She moaned into her pillow when his headboard started kicking the shared wall with a rhythm move, slowly being followed by some whines and groans.

As usual, Y/n kicked back. As expected, she was completely ignored, which added with what happened earlier that evening, didn't help to rub her inner peace.

She thought of where to hit him to hurt him the most, and it was when she remembered the drill she bought shortly after she moved there, to assemble some of the furniture that didn't come with the house. She placed the biggest drill bit until it clicked, starting the engine a few times to make sure it worked.

Jungkook, whose face was sunk on the neck of the brunette he took home, moved up slightly at that weird sound, looking down at her. Maybe he was already imagining things, or so he thought when she looked up to him, confused at his sudden move. He simply shook his head, bending over again to kiss her before she made them roll over the mattress so she would be on top of him.

It was the last move she could do before the thick drill bit crossed the wall, at the length of Y/n's head -more or less-, over the part that was closer to the corner rather than the bed.

The girl hopped off Jungkook scared, looking at the small hole that had been formed in front of their eyes.

—The fuck? —Jungkook mumbled, kneeling on the bed to see it better.

But even if he had wanted to pay more attention to it, he still tried to ignore it, trying to reach the girl that was now sitting on the bed, trying to be as far from the wall as possible.

—She's just a crazy lady. Let's get back to where we were —Jungkook tried to convince her.

But Y/n's voice, warning them of consequences if they kept bothering her, made the girl push him away as Jungkook chuckled at the tone of voice his neighbor was using.

—Are you fucking serious right now? You think this shit is funny? —the girl reproached him— You're insane —she concluded, getting up to get dressed.

Jungkook simply laid on his bed, still giggling at the length his neighbor went to to keep that push and pull game they had going on alive. He knew any other person wouldn't have found the funny part of that at all, but he couldn't help it. It was way too comedic to ignore it.

—Do you want me to call you? —he asked.

—Don't —she rushed to answer—. In fact, don't approach me if you see me on the street. Forget I exist.

Not like it was difficult for him either. Added to his lack of desire to see her again, they were living in Chicago. The chances of them coming across one another were quite low.

After he was left alone again, he curiously peeked through the hole Y/n had just created, disappointed at seeing no one there. His neighbor had a screw loose, but she certainly was a good sight by the little he saw of her his second day in the building.

Jungkook stepped back startled when suddenly his vision was obstructed by a ball of paper.

—I didn't think you were the shy type —he commented.

—Not only disrespectful and noisy, you're also a voyeur —she replied back—. You do have all the negative traits someone could find in a person.

He smirked, finding himself somehow attracted to the melodic voice behind that wall.

She could only hope what happened that night would make things calmer for them. But no. She was sure he was even louder on purpose, and it was driving her insane. To the point where she ended up calling the police, only to be told that if she had a problem, she should simply buy herself a pair of plugs and let people live. She remembered how embarrassed, yet annoyed, she felt that night. Right after talking with her neighbor, they knocked on her door to tell her there were more serious problems than hearing her neighbor having sex. And if there was a problem, she should try to speak to him directly.

As if she hadn't tried that already.

Through his peephole, Jungkook giggled at his neighbor's expression after the cops left, and how she threw a death glare at him before she went back to her apartment and closed her door.

It was when, after a few times, one of her phone calls was answered with a "You again?", that she knew it would be of no help.

So, after feeling hopeless and completely by herself in that fight, she decided to play his game again. If he played music late into the night while she was asleep, she started her morning making noise, moving things and hitting their shared wall, until it was time for her to leave back to work.

If he was noisy, she was even noisier.

The loud sounds of pans, or her just accidentally hitting the wall, were getting to his last nerve. Usually, he never woke up any earlier than eleven, because his trainings never started before two in the afternoon, and until then Jimin was the one looking after the gym. But ever since they started that small war between them, his schedules started to change.

It was as if there was a constant war between them, and neither of them could find a way to stop it.

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thecursivej · 1 month

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SOTU - 2024

Well, I'm forcing myself to watch the State of the Union while I grade speeches, so I figured I'd record my reactions and thoughts here.

Do I hope for the words "Immediate Ceasefire"? Absolutely. Will we get them? Looking at the track record, probably not. But I remain optimistic because otherwise I'd be six feet under by now; ANYWHO here is a list of my reactions/thoughts/general feelings of the evening's watch.

I do want to give a point of clarity: I technically am identified as a democrat; truly, I'm a socialist, but seeing as how the U.S. is stuck in this godforsaken two-party-system, that is where I am. Though both sides have me feeling very french-revolutionary-esque.

Of course the first thing I see if MTG rifling through her purse on screen. I quite literally despise her.

AP is discussing Ukraine's need for weapons and funding; I would truly rather us align with Ukraine than Isr@el. I will stand unapologetically firm for Palestine and Ukraine.

Who is actually in the cabinet? I know Blinken, Garland, and Buttiegeg. Damn, wish he was running again. Would rather have him than Biden.

How insane is it that the Sec. of Defense didn't even let the White House know that he had to go in for surgery because of cancer. Like, that's just bonkers to me.

Republicans truly look like fucking robots right now. No warm greetings, no hellos, simple nods.

Republicans out here wasting fucking time with that impeachment of Mayorkas. Like how about we house the homeless populations with the money they wasted on this circus.

Oh funky fresh look at the Ultra-Mormon(TM) Mitt Romney.

MTG with that stupid fucking MAGA hat on is just... disgusting. Like this bitch is crazy.

Okay Joe, speed it up down the fucking aisle please. I got papers to grade.

Lowkey Joe looks like he might have had a five-hour energy drink with that big-ole look in his eyes.

I do appreciate that Joe still smiles and is kind to MTG. She truly doesn't deserve it.

Okay this is getting just a wee bit too monarchy for me.

MTG holds up a button saying "Laken Riley..." (couldn't read the rest). Riley was a 14 year old girl murdered by a man who was an illegal immigrant of venezuela, and instead of handling this situation with grace, empathy, and love; MTG and others seem to be capitalizing on her death to push their anti-immigration rhetoric.

Okay, cool selfie skills Joe, but let's get on with it.

ALSO HOW IS JOE BIDEN GONNA BE SO IN DEPTH WITH TECH AND "Savvy" WITH IT WHEN MOTHERFUCKER WANTS TO BAN TIKTOK!? Hello?!

BERNIE AND RAPHAEL! I feel like I haven't seen these guys in 10 million years.

Oh thank god we're starting.

Aww the little hand shake thingy he does with Kamala makes my heart happy.

Did Joe just yell "tony"?!

Wow, even got some republicans clapping for him (probs not a good thing but here we are)

Okay, good bit of humor at the top; and a throwback to the 40s. Funky fresh.

Yeah we ain't living in ordinary times for damn sure.

Interesting point of democracy being attacked here in the U.S. AND Internationally. (Mentions Ukraine and Putin; no word on Gaza yet).

Someone busted out a Ukrainian flag and shook it; rock on.

OH SHIT HE GOT MIKE JOHNSON TO CLAP!

Appreciate the insistance that the U.S. won't send troops to UKR.

Good use of Reagan to connect with the Repubs; and compare to the predecessor (aka Tr*mp).

Mike Johnson nodding instead of clapping about the predecessor comment, trying to save his ass in Orange Man's eyes.

Welcome to NATO, Sweden!

If there is one thing that should connect Democrats and Republicans; it's hatred for Putin. Yet there's a mix of Repubs standing in agreement and sitting to back up the predecessor's comment on Putin doing "whatever the hell he wants"

Talking about Jan 6. What breaks my heart? My parents still believe it wasn't an insurrection. Yikes on Bikes for me.

The line "You can't love your country only when you win" hits hard and even got Mike Johnson to applaud in agreement.

Foreign AND Domestic. Need a hefty focus on that with the right-wing republican group (@ MTG, Gaetz, Cruz, etc.)

Discussing IVF in Alabama; good connection to the overturning of Rowe v. Wade. It sucks that Republicans HAVE THE POWER to protect IVF nationally but shot the damn bill down not even a week ago.

ABORTION IS A HUMAN RIGHT. BODILY AUTONOMY IS A HUMAN. FUCKING. RIGHT. (@ The Missouri Senators who support taking away bodily autonomy).

WOMEN AREN'T WITHOUT ELECTORAL AND POLITICAL POWER; WE ABOUT TO TURN UP IN FORCE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! Bring back the strats from the 1900s; time to use our power and go bonkers.

Someone get Joe a glass of water please. Motherfucker looks a bit parched and keeps coughing. I get that when my throat goes dryyy

Can Biden not restore RvW? Can he not by an executive order make RvW the law of the land already?

Revisiting COVID's start from 2020 (Next week is the four year anniversary since the global pandemic).

PFFT idk who just yelled "LIES" but that was comical AF.

Well, the pandemic still controls a big part of our lives... so...don't agree with that shit.

Man, everyone sitting-and-standing must be getting a HELLA calf work out.

Sure, unemployment is down and new jobs are built; but corporate greed is quite literally killing us. Can Congress or Biden do something, damn it?!

Are we beginning to feel it, though? Are we feeling good economics? I doubt we are.

Good job pointing out how both parties have failed to buy american products, but how this admin has established that.

There's a good two rows of Republicans who stand in applause; but the rest just... sit there. Like robots. It's freaky as fuck.

Joe is actually doing pretty great with the flow of this speech. Only a couple of stumbles, but overall pretty gucci. (He'd get a 9/10 on delivery in my public speaking class).

God these fuckers are really gonna make me run for office at this damn point.

Removing poisonous lead pipes... but there's still a water crisis in Flint, Biden. Like, what the fuckeroni do you mean?

Yes, let's invest in family farms; lets stop selling our farmland (especially in Missouri) to foreign countries (@ China buying up TONS of Missouri Farmland).

I love that the UAW president is here, because he straight up is my kind of people. Dude wears eat-the-rich shirts and calls out the unethical-ness of billionaires.

UAW President pointing to Biden saying "It's you!"; nah dawg, it's you Sean.

MIDDLE CLASS DID BUILD THE COUNTRY AND UNIONS BUILT THE MIDDLE CLASS MOTHER FUCKERS!!!

Yes we get back up but right now...we might be getting more french revolutionary-esque if y'all don't stop PLAYING WITH OUR LIVES.

Oh jesus not the 4-more-years chants.

Oh now we talking about the future

YES PLEASE END TRICKLE DOWN ECONOMIES.

Says he's not anti-corp; but points out how trickle down economics has only helped the wealthy.

Yeah, how the fuck does it hurt the wealthy to pay just a weeee bit more in taxes? Like dawg, what are you gonna do with another million? What's the point?

Ooooh is Biden about to rope the repubs into some bipartisan shit? Please do.

What is Republicans huge issue with capping insulin? Truly? Who does it harm? Billionaires still get billions.

#u.s. politics #state of the union #sotu 2024 #election 2024 #joe biden

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Sunsets (6/11/2023)

suddenly wanted to write this idk bro but life seems harder rn

As the remaining bit of the sunset gleamed over the horizon, after the last bit of light entered my eyes, everything seemed like it was all gone, as if all was left, but except for the street lights near where I was sitting. Looking down to my feet, I realised that the shadows on the ground weren’t plural anymore, it was just me myself and I. The other shadow was long gone…

Holding up my pen after getting home and trying to concentrate on my work was hard, especially when you somehow broke up with me out of nowhere. All those “I love you”s and “I would never leave you”s were lies, because what else could men do but lie.

Despite us going through hard times together for 14 long years, you decided the bonding wasn’t enough and left me. Where was the sense in that?! God, please let me just disappear from this world. All that loathe I have felt towards you seemed to have exploded in my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but bawl my eyes out at every thought of you.

Deep down I knew — I still loved you.

Gojo Satoru, I still remember your name. As if our breakup was yesterday, but time has passed since and it’s been almost 5 years. Our immature years were over and we were both working for our society, making money and just being alive for this sole purpose.

A chorus of delirium rushed through my head when I got accepted into my dream job — being a teacher at a high school. But life was unfair, I know, I’ve been through it all before. My delirium was destroyed when you showed up as my teacher in charge. I was basically devastated.

Maybe you were 27, but you didn’t act like it. You were just an over grown child even at work, I mean why did they accept you into the school even when you’re just a giant baby!

“Well look at that isn’t it my favourite youngster?” You’d say and look at me, I had to curse under my breath before looking at you in the face with a smile, “Mr. Gojo, may I inform you that I’m merely two years younger than you?” And when you pout and start acting childish again, the memories of us being together appeared in my mind again, it was as if fate brought back us together in this school.

My delusions were crushed when you had announced your engagement with another pretty lady, whom you apparently met a few months prior. It was almost so obvious that your mother set you up with her, but it wasn’t like you to agree without throwing a whole tantrum. But that smile you had on your face while giving me the invite to your wedding seemed genuine, and what could I do but respect your decision.

Denial is a river in Egypt, I know. But maybe it’s also what I’m feeling right now, how could you choose her over me though? I thought I had gotten over you, but all those thoughts just keep coming back to my head. “How could you do this to me, Gojo.” I mumbled, in my own house.

On the day of your wedding, it felt illegal to show up, but you sounded so anticipated to have me show up to your wedding, and have I ever said no to you? Never. So I went, in the dress that you bought me on our 4th dating anniversary. It was blue, just like your eyes. And that time of the day, was the sunset, my favourite time of the day.

When I arrived, you looked so handsome in that white suit, I might just faint from looking at you, and we might have made some brief eye contact before you broke it, and that tiny blush on your face was quite visible too.

The vows. I hated it, why would you vow to love a woman you didn’t want to marry, oh how I wished you would’ve pulled me onto the stage and married me instead…

“Would you, Gojo Satoru, be the legal husband of Naoko Tsurugi and love her forever?”

“No.” You spoke. That stern look in your eyes sent shivers down my spine, but thank god you spoke up. The girl you married also opposed your marriage too, and said she had someone she wanted to marry. Your gaze looked soft, as if a stone was lifted from your heart.

I’d thank the heavens if they gave me a chance to savour your love again, and I’d never thank it enough when you pulled me on the stage and asked me to marry you instead. Naoko didn’t seem opposed at all, instead, she was the biggest supporter and told us to kiss.

“Well what do you say princess, would you like us to get married?”

“What if I say no.”

“You wouldn’t say no to me.”

What could I say, those years of bonding really made us lucky. And it seems like I could never get rid of Gojo Satoru. But I love it so much.

Only that sunset finally had two silhouettes.

master list

sunrise

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #drabble #gojo and you #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu satoru #i am not okay #jjk #a bit sad if you squint

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in-flvx · 9 months

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Mother

@wolfstarmicrofic

"My sweet boy, I am going to miss you so much, you know that, right?" Hope squeezes Remus in her arms, just like she had done when he was 4, 6, 11, 14. It's embarrassing, really. Remus is a grown man of nearly 16, and his mum still cuddles him like a toddler sometimes. She presses a kiss to his cheek, and then drops an extra bag of galleons into his pocket.

"Mum, that's not necessary!"

"Now, is that how we accept presents?" Hope gives Remus one of her very stern looks, just when the train whistles and blows steam all over the platform.

"Thank you, mum," Remus replies, and then hugs her again, for good measure. Despite his own grandios thoughts of being too old for this kind of attention, Remus already knows he'll miss her by dinner. Then he bids Hope goodbye, and darts off, looking for his friends. James is in a very similar predicament as he was in just now, with Mrs Potter trying to magically fix his hair and immediately roughing it up again when she pulls him into another hug, as James blushes. Peter just enters the trainstation with his own teary eyed mother and the new owl he got for his birthday. Every time he tries to make himself taller and to step out of her orbit, Mrs Pettigrew pulls him back to scold him. With her warm eyes and warmer hugs there is really not much the scolding does though. Mrs Snape beams proudly up at her lanky son and Mrs Evans smuggles the yearly bag of homemade fudge into lily's bag when she isn't looking. Motherly love all around. Dozens of students are hanging out of opened windows to chat with their mothers, waiting for the train to start.

But the face Remus is looking for is nowhere to be found. Remus collects Peter and James, and their trio goes to find a compartment for the four of them. Instead they find one already occupied.

Sirius sits a few seats away from the window, enough not to be visible to the outside, but from the looks of it, close enough to look out. He flinches when they enter and greet him, his expression bored, even a bit disgusted. When Peter asks where Sirius' mother is, he laughs in that manic way of his. James and Remus share an alarmed look, and Remus slaps peters head to shut him up.

"Aw not even your mother loves you then, Black?" Snapes cold voice sneers from outside from their open compartment door. "Imagine being this fucked up! Even dark creatures," and at that snape fixes his eyes on Remus, "are still somewhat worthy of love and here argh!" Snapes voice gets cut off when three different jinxes are fired toward him, and he quickly flees the scene. Sirius laughs again, louder this time, and he closes the door so harshly that the window breaks from it. With shaking fingers Sirius repairs it, and then slumps back into his seat. The laughter had dried up and his expression had gone back to bored. He immediately launches into a new topic of conversation, that keeps all four of them so occupied that the topic of mother's gets dropped. After a while Sirius must feel Remus' eyes on him, which he hadn't been able to avert the entire time, completely captivated by the man before him, as always. Admiring his beauty and checking for signs of abuse at the same time. When Sirius looks over to Remus he still seems taken aback to have his eyes on him. Sirius raises a brow. Remus smiles but then looks out of the window, ruminating about Sirius. What it would feel like to have a mother who isn't a bit overbearing with her love, especially on harder days. Who isn't determined to squeeze every last drop of fun out of every situation. To have a mother he'd have to reject openly, every day of the week, in the hope that he himself doesn't get thrown into the same box as her. To still get detention for every illegal spell used on school grounds, as the family he comes from is known to be close to the dark arts. Sirius of course laughs it all off. He always has. And he has spent every year making sure Remus would never be measured with the same scales as Sirius himself is. As Sirius measures himself. When for indiscernable reasons, Sirius operates on a goodness he apparently was never shown. A miracle, really.

Something changes in that moment within Remus. It's so miniscule it could capsize a universe. In the span between two trees that rush along outside, Remus' silly schoolboy crush turns into full blown romantic love.

#sirius black #marauders #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #Mother #Sorry if this meanders too much

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