#you make this place so alive and fun and I couldn't be happier to know you it's such a privilege

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

BATtrayal

Bale!Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

A/N: The lack of Bale!Bruce is criminal, so I'm here to provide!! And of course I had to write something extremely heart-wrenching, because fun, am I right? 🥲 I will (hopefully) have some happier Bale!Bruce for you in the future! Enjoy :)

~ Fi 🪻

Warnings: very angsty, but like heart break angsty not death angsty

Word count: 1.7k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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It was a gloomy morning in Gotham. Not that there were sunny ones. Ever. It had been a particularly rough night for you, but it wasn't that your Lover hadn't shown up to bed last night. That was normal. You'd learned to keep yourself warm in the big bed without him there. You couldn't even remember the last time you two had slept together. Embracing and warming eachother while listening to the others heartbeat as a sweet lullaby to drift off into your dreams.

You'd wake up to his side of the bed never having been slept in. There was no sign of him taking the couch in the living room, or even sleeping in the batcave. You weren't even sure if he'd made it home most nights. Then, last night, you'd heard him come in and basically sprung out of bed just to hug him for the first time in a while. You'd raced down  the stairs of his penthouse, into the livingroom, your heart filled with relief to know he was alive when-

"More Tea, Miss?" Alfred broke you out of your thoughts.

You looked up at him from your place at the breakfast table, him holding a teapot ready to refill your cup, if you so wished. "Yes please. Thank you Alfred," he nodded and gave you a smile "but we've been over this," you glared at him. "My name is fine, no need for the formalities". He pressed his lips into a tight smile. "Yes, of course, Mi-" You squinted your eyes at him,  and he quickly dismissed himself saying he'd left the stove on or something of the sort.

You moved around the food on your plate, carelessly pushing one piece to the other side and back again. Eating didn't seem like something you wanted to do right now. You looked out the massive windows and followed the clouds moving with your eyes. What it would feel like to be a cloud? Soft, fluffy, just going where the wind would take you. It must be nice. To not have a worry in the world.

Alfred made his way back to where you were sitting, wiping his hands on his navy blue Apron. He approached you with a smile. "Stove's all taken care of"

"Good" you smiled.

Silence fell over the room as Alfred watched you poking around in your breakfast with a defeated expression on your face.

"Not to your liking, Miss?"

"No, Alfred. You know your pancakes are the best," you gave him a small grin,  "I just don't feel like eating at the moment. And stop with the whole 'Miss' thing already, we've known eachother for ages!" you said, letting out a small laugh. He gave you a sigh. "I know, I know. It just don't feel right, with you being Bruce's Missus and all"

At the mention of his name your face turned sour. You didn't want to have to think of him right now.

You gave him a tight lipped smile. "Well, call me whatever you'd like, then"

You were about to change the topic, wanting something to take your mind off last night.

But apparently the universe doesn't want you to know peace because that was when she walked in.

Rachel Dawes.

God, you couldn't stand that woman. Everything about her drove you up the wall. Her perfect hair, that always fell how it was supposed to. That charming smile that could make any man swoon. The way she carries herself so confident and all mighty because she was a DA. How she just let herself into your and your Partners apartment like she owned the place.

She didn't even look at you as she strutted straight towards Alfred, who, to your dismay, adored her as much as the rest of Gotham. Or most of it, anyway. You looked down at your still full plate, and made it your mission to blurr out every word she said because you couldn't care less. You didn't give a fuck about what she had to say.

It ticked you off so much how she thought she was entitled to everything Bruce owned just because they'd known eachother their entire life.

She handed Alfred a small envelope which peaked your interest. Rachel pulled him into a tight hug. She acknowledged you for the first time since she barged in and gave you a small greeting that you returned without much emotion. She then bid you two a goodbye and disappeared into the elevator. Alfred still smiled after her. Blegh. If you had eaten anything it would surely make its way up your esophagus right about now.

"What was that about?" You asked.

Alfred gave you a confused look.

"You were sitting right here"

"I don't really care what Mrs. DA has to say. I'd rather hear it from you. Anything I should know?" You questioned with a cold tone.

"No, nothing of importance" he smiled. "What about the, uh, the envelope?" you pointed at the small letter with your fork.

Before he could answer you stopped him. "You know what, I don't even want to know" you spoke, putting your hands up.

"Are you alright? You haven't exactly been yourself this morning-"

"No, Alfred I am not." You hissed tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"What's the matter, Miss-" he asked with concern, but you interrupted.

"The matter, Alfred is-," you sighed angrily tears already falling down your cheeks," They kissed" your voice came out in a whisper, cracking at the end as you realized this was, in fact, not a nightmare.

"I.. I saw them kiss." You muttered.

"Surely you don't mean-" he began, shocked.

"Yes. Him and Rachel" You sobbed, pressing your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the heavy sobs.

He made his way to your side of the table, with a sad expression on his face. Alfred went to embrace you but you took a step back. "I'm sorry.., but I think I just want to be alone right now"  you managed to choke out. He nodded and you made your way to the staircase leading to you the bedroom. When you were halfway up the steps, you turned to Alfred. "Oh, Alfred?" You sniffled. "Yes?" He responded.

"Would you tell Mr. Wayne that I'm leaving today? Permanently. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be gathering my things."

"Of course, Miss" he answered, sounding defeated.

When you reached the bedroom, you collapsed to your knees. One hand on your mouth the other over your heart. It hurt so much. How could he do this? Didn't he love you? Did all those sleepless nights taking care of him after a bad patrol mean nothing to him? How you were there for him and she wasn't? Licking his wounds, comforting him through his nightmares, helping him in every way you could. Just for him to break your trust and your heart like this.

You could hear faint voices downstairs but you couldn't care less. Your heart had been ripped apart by the one you trusted most. You had some many things planned. All of your expectations, plans, images of your future together went down the drain. You were supposed to be Mrs. Wayne, for Godsake!

Footsteps could be heard racing up the stairs, but you didn't care. You didn't care who would find you like this. Sobbing and screaming your heart out on the cold floor.

The door swung open and in stepped a soaking wet Bruce. It had been pouring, apparently. Funny how the weather knew exactly how you felt.

His heart clenched at the sight. You were a wreck, completely broken down. Not only that, but because of him. He had done this to you. And he regretted it now more than ever. "Baby.." he began, stepping closer. When you looked up at him, his heart shattered completely. He'd never seen you so miserable. "B-Bruce..?" You sobbed. "Yes, sweetheart, I'm so sorry I-" he had made it next to you on the floor, but you interrupted him. "S-Save it, asshole. Leave me alone" you sobbed, trying to move away from him.

Bruce became teary eyed at your reaction. "I never meant-"

"You never meant what, huh?! For me to find out? Well I did." You hissed, being able to gather yourself, at least a little bit. Then, you went right back to sobbing, really. "I.." he sighed "It didn't mean anything to me, I swear I only love you, Honey" he whsipered. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. "You don't mean that.." you whimpered. "I do, I really do. I swear." He continued, gently taking your hand off your mouth and putting his on your cheek, gently stroking it.

You hated how much you leaned into his touch. How much you needed this. craved this. Bruce moved closer, taking off his wet coat, pulling you into his chest. He stroked your hair as you continued your crying and whimpering. You felt so pathetic. He broke your heart and yet you were so willing to give into him. Making you look at him, he kissed you.

First, you tensed up, this being the least you expected. Just a second after you immediately relaxed into his touch. His arms. His lips. Bruce deepened the kiss, pulling you even closer to him. He picked you up and placed you on the bed, he climbed in next to you and cradled you in his arms.

How was he so stupid? He looked at what he'd done to you. Why did he kiss Rachel? He'd been pining afte her for years and took his chance but was it really worth it? Breaking his beloved's heart, making her suffer like this. He regretted his decision with every bone in his body.

"I-I'm so, so, sorry, baby.. please forgive me.." he cried. You just continue sobbing into his chest, you didn't have the strength to try and argue with him. He ruined everything you two had built with one kiss. Didn't you kiss him enough? Not good enough? Why, on earth, did he do it? You couldn't make sense of it. You slowly felt yourself drifting away into sleep. The sobbing had drained all of your energy, and Bruce's embrace was just so warm. And comforting. You didn't fight it. You couldn't. You didn't want to. But one thing was clear. The moment you'd wake up, you'd leave. You couldn't forgive him for this. Ever.

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#batman #batman begins #dark knight #the dark knight #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bale!bruce wayne #bale!batman x reader #I hate Rachel Dawes deal with it #Alfred <3 #so sad #why do i do this to myself #angst #batman angst #christian bale #batman x reader #bumblebeesfromvenus

[clumsy-jiminie]

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❝ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ❞

↣ summary :: Kiara Smith had dreamed of true love for as long as she could remember. from being obsessed with the Disney princesses who found affection in the strangest situations to dressing up as a bride from kindergarten to fourth grade. it was the only thing she ever truly desired, so much so that a pleasant smile and kind eyes could have her smitten in seconds. right when she thought she found the one, a chance encounter with Park Jimin—the city’s famously perfect fuck boy with a smile so warm and a heart of ice—has her feeling quite the opposite. he knocks her off her axis and derails her life as she knows it, yet the universe seems to have another plan for the two.

↣ rating :: 18+

↣ genre :: fluff, angst, smut, e2l, slow burn

↣ pairing :: business owner!jimin x fem!artist!oc ft. taehyung

↣ word count :: 4.1k

↣ chapter warnings :: mature language, public intoxication

↣ notes :: tame chapter with just a glimpse into their friendships. next chapter is when the fun really begins. also, this story takes place in 2022, since that's when I started to write it originally and it just makes the most sense to me

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"it seems that they're happier than me. seems like they're where I wanna be. I've got a heart of a hopeless romantic."

-hopeless romantic, sam fischer-

"Taehyung!" Jimin called out as he saw the dark-haired man stepping out of his car. He began to walk towards him as the man offered him a wave before meeting him halfway. The two hugged upon arrival, patting each other on the back as they greeted each other. Taehyung kept his word and has been texting the blonde over the past few weeks. After working through schedule differences, Jimin invited the man to hang out with some friends to get him out there again. Supposedly, Taehyung had become a recluse from those active college days when people who didn't attend the school knew his name.

"It's fucking freezing," Taehyung complained as he walked alongside Jimin. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat. "Wasn't it just 70 degrees the other day?"

Jimin chuckled, feeling the breeze nipping at the exposed skin on his neck. "You've been here for how long, and you're still not used to New York weather?" They expertly weaved through people as the streets grew more crowded. It was a Friday night, not that it made a difference for New York City. As usual, the city was alive. The strip lined with bars, clubs, and your occasional food stop sang a melody Jimin grew to love.

"I can't deal with this place's flip-flop weather." He huffed, slowing with the other as they joined a short queue. "I miss California. At least there, winter was always a nice, consistent 70. Sometimes 60, but never below a damn 50."

The blonde laughed, shaking his head as he covered his mouth. He was glad that he stumbled upon Taehyung at that art show. He missed him and his antics. He thought about his younger often but never had the time to reach out. "You have a point. Cali was like summer year-round. Have you visited recently?"

Taehyung nodded, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Yeah, I just checked on my parents last month."

Jimin smiled fondly, remembering Mr. and Mrs. Kim. "That's nice; what did your girlfriend think?"

"She didn't go."

Jimin's eyes went wide for a second before his brows furrowed. He kept his thoughts to himself, knowing it wasn't his place to intrude. He found it odd, though, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't help himself. "How long have you been together?"

Taehyung glanced up from his phone, looking to the sky as if the dulled stars could give him the answer. "Um, two? Three years?"

Jimin's brows lowered. "You're not sure?"

"Eh, you stop counting after two anyway." He said with a wave of his hand.

Jimin looked ahead, his jaw clenching ever so slightly. It's not your place, he thought to himself. A girl as beautiful as her, and he couldn't even remember how long they'd been together? He wondered if the man remembered their anniversary or made some half-ass attempt after forgetting. But it wasn't his place. He was sure whatever Taehyung was doing kept his partner happy, even if it seemed the bare minimum. He decided not to pry any further to keep the energy high for tonight. He filled the silence between them with small talk, little nothings that the two didn't care much for. 

After entering the establishment, Jimin began to lead Taehyung through the crowd. Intense music and passing conversations filled their eardrums. Some girls had one too many drinks, swaying wildly in their seats, and men whose eyes wandered in the room hoping to find a "friend" to take home. The blonde led him to a table further into the establishment.

"Hey!" A group of men shouted once they reached the table. A few glasses were on the table, letting the newcomers know they started drinking without them.

"Hey guys," Jimin grinned as he took off his coat. "This is my friend Taehyung." He introduced the dark-haired man as they sat in their seats. The blonde then glanced at the faces surrounding them before the corners of his lips pulled down into a frown. "Yoongi couldn't make it?"

A man with midnight locks and round-framed glasses sitting on his nose shook his head, his large hands messing with a shot glass until it fell. He startled himself, dark eyes glancing at the other men at the table to see if they noticed. "Boyfriend problems." The table erupted in a collective sigh. 

Jimin raised his hand to grab the attention of a waiter. "I swear, he needs to find someone less toxic."

Another dark-haired man nodded, plush lips formed into a pout as he fidgeted with a napkin between his fingers. "He claims he's his muse, or whatever the fuck that means."

Taehyung then locked eyes with the man sitting next to him. The man furrowed his brunette eyebrows, and his short platinum hair ruffled slightly. The ebony-haired man furrowed his eyebrows until the other gave him a heart-shaped smile. "I knew I recognized you from somewhere!" He exclaimed, reaching out to pat him on the back. The rest of the table glanced at the two, eyebrows raised. "He's my neighbor!" He beamed.

It took a minute to hit Taehyung, but when it did, a smile grew on his lips as well. "Hoseok! Shit, it's been a minute."

"Well, since Jimin has no home training," the other dark-haired man said, prompting a hey from the blonde. "I'm Seokjin."

"And I'm Namjoon." The man with the glasses said.

"I was getting there," Jimin grumbled, finally getting the attention of a waitress. He placed an order for the table.

"Sure you were," Seokjin joked with a smirk. "So what do you do for a living, Taehyung?"

"I'm an architect," he said as he leaned onto the table. "What about you guys?"

”I'm an accountant," Seokjin said.

"I'm an art gallery owner," Namjoon said, earning a nod from Taehyung.

"I work for Jimin," Hoseok snickered while Jimin rolled his eyes. The waitress returned, placing shots and beer in front of the men. 

"We work together," Jimin corrected, taking a swig of his beer. He playfully glared at the platinum blonde. "Besides, you were holding it down for the past year."

"Psh, I was only reading off your text messages to the people." He waved off Jimin, causing the man to shake his head.

While the others chuckled, Taehyung's brows furrowed as he looked at Jimin. "What exactly do you do?"

"I own a couple—"

"Four," Hoseok cut him off with a teasing smile. 

"Dance studios around Manhattan and Long Island." Despite the interruption, Jimin continued with that playful glare in his eyes. "Hoseok and a couple of people teach the Long Island locations, and I take care of the Manhattan ones."

"Oh wow," Taehyung nodded. He vaguely remembered Jimin mentioning that was his dream. It was unbelievable how he accomplished it already.

"Cheers to that," Seokjin said, raising his shot glass. The other three men followed while Taehyung hesitated. He glanced at Jimin, eyes drowning with uncertainty. The blonde couldn't help but smile softly, offering him a comforting nod. He grabbed his glass, clinking it with the rest of the group before taking it to the head.

Jimin placed his glass back on the table, seemingly unaffected by the intoxicating liquid that warmed his chest as it went down. Taehyung's face visibly twisted — his nose wrinkled as the corners of his mouth pushed downward. His tongue made a brief appearance as he tried to physically shake the taste out of his mouth. He couldn't remember the last time he had a drink. Maybe college? The other men chuckled at his reaction, finding him amusing.

"The first one is always bad," Hoseok commented with a noticeable frown on his lips. "It'll start tasting like nothing soon enough." Taehyung nodded as he called the waitress over, ordering himself some water.

"So, how are the wedding preparations?" Seokjin asked, looking at Hoseok.

The sound of Jimin choking on his beer didn't take anyone by surprise except for Taehyung. "What?! You're engaged?!" The blonde stared at the other, eyes wide and jaw dropped. Hoseok just nodded, a broad smile forming as he looked down at the table bashfully. "To Momo?" He questioned lightly.

Hoseok nodded again. "Of course, she's the love of my life." He looked at Jimin, causing the table to erupt in an aw. Taehyung glanced around for a moment before shifting in his seat.

"Congratulations!" Jimin beamed, leaning back into his seat. "Damn, you leave for a year and miss everything."

"I got the video of the proposal if you want to see it," Namjoon offered as he pulled out his phone. Jimin leaned over to Namjoon so enthusiastically that he practically knocked over his drink.

"I really thought we weren't going to make it for a second," Hoseok admitted, hearing the memories playing from Namjoon's phone. "Jin honestly saved us."

Taehyung tilted his head as he picked at the fries the group had ordered. "What do you mean?"

Seokjin leaned back in his seat, taking a sip of his beer. "I'm like the relationship guru of the group." He lifted his left hand, a silver band glimmering on his ring finger. "Happily married, 12 years strong." The smile that formed on his lips was genuine, almost prideful.

Now, Taehyung choked on his drink, catching the group's attention. Their conversation slowed as they watched him closely, ready to help. He swallowed hard; the gulp of air water going down his esophagus put an ache in his chest. "12 years?" He repeated, eyes wide as Seokjin nodded. "And you're how old?"

"Thirty."

"Holy shit." He stared down at the table, hand running through his dark hair as he did the math. "So right out of high school…." He chewed on the inside of his cheek as disbelief clouded his mind.

”How's the wife anyway?" Jimin asked with a smile. He was so happy that his friends had found love; healthy love at that. He wanted nothing but the best for them.

"Amazing and pregnant," he grinned.

Jimin and Namjoon shared a gasp. "Congrats!" The blonde said, causing everyone but Taehyung to cheer quietly. 

Seokjin raised his hands, silently telling the men to stop. "Thank you. She's almost out of the first trimester."

"Are you having a baby shower or a gender reveal?" Hoseok asked.

Seokjin shrugged, smiling to himself as he thought. "I don't know; I wouldn't mind doing both, though."

"I'm sorry," Taehyung said. Everyone looked at him while his eyes locked with Seokjin. "I know I just met you, but… within 12 years of being committed, you've never stepped out on her once?"

"No." He answered quickly, with no thought to it whatsoever. His brows lowered while looking at the dark-haired man, almost offended by his genuine question. "I never even had the thought to."

"How?"

Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jimin all exchanged the same look with each other before looking to Seokjin for his answer.

"How?" Seokjin repeated as he sat up. "Because I love her. And I will love her until the earth's end. We always choose each other at the end of the day. We choose to love, choose to be faithful." His stare hardened. "Are you in a relationship?"

Taehyung suddenly felt small under Seokjin's gaze. "Yeah…," he said quietly.

"And you're actively choosing her?" He asked with a raised brow. Taehyung looked at him for a moment as if he suddenly froze. His gaze lowered toward the table as he nodded. "Then you have nothing to worry about."

"Shit, and I thought I was just here to get drunk," Namjoon mumbled, causing everyone to laugh off the tension. Jimin looked at his old friend, watching as he fiddled with his fingers. The blonde wondered why he would ask that. Why would that thought cross his mind and leave his lips without hesitation?

"So!" Hoseok looked at Jimin. His energy practically screamed out at him to be saved, and he knew how to cheer him up. "Do you wanna hear from the Jung wedding chronicles?" Jimin's eyes finally met as he nodded, the corners of his lips tugging into a small smile. "We finally found a place after weeks of traveling between three. And now, it's the best part. Colors."

Seokjin laughed wholeheartedly while the other two men looked confused. "Lemme guess, your living room looks like the inside of a Home Depot paint section."

Hoseok groaned loudly, shutting his eyes as he fell back into his seat. "Yes, oh my god. I swear girls have some kind of super eyesight because she showed me three blue swatches and said they were different colors!" The group laughed at his frustration, but Taehyung only let out an uncomfortable chuckle. "I love the woman to death, but I swear I'm gonna lose my mind doing this. She cares so much about every little detail, and I'm just happy to be marrying the love of my life."

"Ew," Jimin chimed in as he sipped his beer. He grinned, scrunching his nose up slightly. "You're so in love; it's gross."

"To gross for you to be a groomsman?" Hoseok asked, quirking a brow while smirking.

Jimin's eyes lit up, though he tried feigning a grimace. "Ugh, of course, I would love to be one. Are you kidding?"

Taehyung suddenly stood up, causing everyone to look at him. "I gotta go."

Jimin furrowed his brows. They've only been here briefly; if he remembered correctly, Taehyung said he could hang out until late. "Where are you going?"

"I just, um…." He stuttered, trying to find a reason besides not wanting to sit at a table full of married people. Happily, married people. He pulled out his phone, seeing a text notification on his Lock Screen. "Kiara needs me to pick her up." He gave Jimin a half smile while Hoseok furrowed his brows and glanced at his phone. Taehyung looked at the rest of the table. "It was nice meeting you all. I hope we can hang out again soon." He nods at them before walking away.

Once Taehyung left, the tension in the air finally dissipated. Everyone's shoulders relaxed as they exchanged the same look of awkwardness. That same heaviness from earlier reappeared in Jimin's chest, prompting him to chug at least half of his beer in hopes of drowning it.

Namjoon cleared his throat. He was quiet most of the night for a reason. "He's a little…, odd." He said slowly, choosing his words lightly.

"Yeah," the rest of them said in unison. Jimin and Hoseok shared a look, speaking silently. Hoseok shook his head as he looked at his phone again.

"Well," Seokjin clapped his hands together before calling for the waitress, "another round!”

A few blocks down, four girls seemed to steal the breath of everyone they passed. They walked down the sidewalk as if it were a runway, and they were models. Out of the whole population of Manhattan, only a few had it. People moved out of the way for them. Men gawked as they passed, earning hits in the arms of their significant others. Girls couldn't help but stare with envious eyes while whispering off with their friends. It took a lot to steal the attention of other New Yorkers, but the group was used to it. They didn't mind it as they were too wrapped up in their own conversations.

When they reached their destination, the girls ducked into a building. It was their go-to karaoke spot, an experience that grew into a weekly tradition in the colder seasons. The four had the intention to sing until their vocal cords were raw. The interior was dim; the bulbs in the ceiling gave off a red light. They stood in a corner, out of the way of traffic, while one of them ran up to the counter.

"I swear to god, he's still in love with you," Kiara told Valerie, causing the woman to huff. She flipped her wavy midnight hair over her shoulder, her onyx eyes rolling as her blush pink lips formed into a smile. Her warm, beige skin turned pink as she thought of the man still wanting her.

"Why did you even break up with him?" Another girl named Samira asked. She popped her gum before blowing a bubble that took away the shine on her two-tone chocolate and raspberry lips. Her button nose wrinkled, folding her arms over her chest as she leaned to the side. She had golden brown skin and long hair the shade of obsidian that fell down her back.

"Because he was too boring," Valerie whined, her full lips sticking out into a childish pout while the girls groaned audibly and rolled their eyes. "He was too stable! He had a job, a car, his own apartment…."

"Oh my god, he had a job?!" Kiara gasped dramatically, sarcasm laced in her silk voice. "And a car!? And a place to live?!" She raised her hand, placing it on her forehead as she leaned on Samira, pretending to faint.

Samira laughed as she held her up, ignoring Valerie's glares at the two. "God forbid you meet a stable man in New York City! The absolute horror!" She joked through giggles.

While Valerie swatted her hands at the girls, the one who ran off returned to the group. Her skin was fair, the red lights tinging her to a soft pink. Her almond eyes, bright despite their dark color, watched as the girls interacted. Her hair, shoulder-length black, was pulled into two low ponytails. "The room is ready!" Her sweet voice cut through the commotion of the girls, offering each of them a smile to match. 

Valerie stopped her attack, throwing her arms around the girl to embrace her. "Momo! They're making fun of me!" She whined like a child while Kiara and Samira stuck their tongues at her.

"Aw," Momo cooed as she rubbed Valerie's back. She playfully glared at the girls. "Shame on you two. You know she's not all the way there!"

Valerie gasped while pulling away from her. "Hey!" They all shared a laugh while Momo led them down the hall to one of the reserved rooms.

The women quickly got comfortable in the room, stripping themselves of their winter coats and placing them onto the corner of the couch. They ordered some food and drinks and sang to their heart's content. Everyone felt warm, laughing as they purposely sang songs out of tune. The drinks were strong, and none of the greasy appetizers they ordered had soaked up the alcohol. Needless to say, within the hour, they were already tipsy. They took a break, plopping and spreading themselves on the couch.

"You know, I met the most interesting person a couple of weeks ago," Kiara said as she put her phone down on her lap. She stared up at the ceiling as flashes of plump lips, a sculpted jawline, and a dazzling smile appeared before her eyes.

"Who?" Valerie asked.

"Someone to replace Taehyung?" Samira smirked as she scrolled through her phone.

Kiara glared at the girl. "No!" She leaned her head back again. "Just someone…."

"This someone had to be important for you to keep remembering them," Momo commented, looking at Kiara.

She couldn't stop the small smile that formed on her lips, giggling softly at a joke no one but she knew. "He just had the shittiest pickup line I ever heard."

"What was it?!" Samira asked, suddenly interested. "I love a corny pickup line."

The smile on Kiara's lips grew, "He compared me to one of the pieces in this art gallery I went to, saying something about us having a beauty no one contained." Despite being corny, she couldn't help but find it charming. 

The girls burst into laughter, clapping their hands as they fell into the couch cushions.

"Oh my god, was he like fifty?!" Valerie giggled.

Kiara shook her head, covering her mouth as she laughed. As everyone calmed down, she took a deep breath. "But he was such an ass when I rejected him."

"How so?" Momo asked.

Kiara's face scrunched up, her arms folding over her chest. "First, he called me a liar, and then he said it was a red flag for Taehyung to be late."

"I mean, it is," Samira mumbled, prompting a smack in the arm from Kiara.

"The point is he couldn't take rejection! And called me a liar!" Kiara said in defense.

"Maybe he was just having a bad day," Valerie added. Kiara shrugged. Her rejection might have been the icing on the cake for him. Not everyone was an asshole just to be one.

”In other news!" Samira practically shouted to fill the silence that overcame the girls. The other three jumped slightly, but the girl paid no mind as she flung herself over Kiara's lap to meet Momo. "Let's talk, my love. So about these colors…."

Kiara and Valerie let out a loud groan, followed by a roll of their eyes. "No wedding stuff on girls' night!" Valerie whined.

"Yeah, you promised!" Kiara added while poking at the girl's side, making her flinch.

Momo laughed at the two, eyes filled to the brim with fondness. "You did promise. And I'm not paying extra for off-hours talks."

Samira pouted, then sighed when her half attempt of begging failed, being met with no change. "Fine," she whined as she got up. "This is probably my favorite wedding I planned so far, and I may just be a little obsessed."

”A lot obsessed," Kiara said with a smirk.

Samira stared at Kiara for a moment. "You right," she shrugged before plopping down on the couch.

"Alright! Round two!" Momo exclaimed as she grabbed the small tablet that controlled the TV.

Another hour had passed before the group stumbled out of the establishment with a little more alcohol in their system than before. The streets had become crowded with people—some drunk while others seemed to rush to their destination. Samira and Valerie said their goodbyes, disappearing into the sea of people as they left the two Long Island fish in the sea of city dwellers. Kiara stared down at her phone as she leaned against the brick wall. Despite being warm from the alcohol coursing in her veins, the winter wind still nipped at the bare skin between her dress and thigh-high boots. She stared down at her phone before clicking on a specific contact name. She placed it to her ear for the fourth time, hearing it ring before going to voicemail.

"Need a ride?" Momo asked while putting her phone to her ear.

She bit her lip for a second before sighing heavily. "Yeah," she mumbled. "I don't know why Taehyung's not answering. He said he wasn't gonna be out late."

Momo shrugged her shoulders. "When does he ever answer, though?" She commented before speaking to the person on the other end. Kiara huffed, looking away from the girl. She hated it when Momo was right. She hated when any of her friends were right. Sure, Taehyung had some very annoying qualities, but everyone did. No one was perfect. They didn't know the side of Taehyung she fell in love with, and they didn't have to. Though, being left out in the cold was a downside. "Hobi should be here in a few minutes," Momo said, dropping her phone back into her purse. 

Kiara nodded, feeling an odd weight in her stomach. Momo and Hoseok were the picture-perfect couple. Their relationship was something comparable to the big screen. Anyone from miles away could take one glance and tell they had immense love for each other. Kiara wondered if people could tell that with her relationship. She hoped so, at least. Love surrounded her from all angles—her parents' relationship, her brother's, her friends'…—that Kiara couldn't help but yearn for the emotion. If she had it on paper, why was she still getting these feelings while watching couples interact?

As she slid into the backseat of the car, she greeted Hoseok. He handed both girls a bottle of water before proceeding to drive off. She tried not to look at the couple, considering that heavy feeling didn't subside yet. She didn't want to see how he lovingly gazed at her friend. Despite how happy she was for them, she couldn't help but compare her relationship to theirs. The fact that they were together only two years before Hoseok popped the question, compared to her four years and counting, made her queasy. She stared out her window to distract herself. The alcohol kept her quiet as she watched the buildings passing by. Bright lights shone like the stars in the sky, reflecting off of the water as they crossed over the bridge. She picked up bits and pieces of the couple's conversation as her thoughts drowned them out.

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#bts fanfic #bts fic #fic: inevitably yours #park jimin fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin fic #park jimin fic #bts smut #jimin x oc #park jimin smut #park jimin angst #park jimin x oc

[caer-gai]

Angsty Arthurian AU Idea number ???

Reincarnation AU! Ector is raising a not-yet-remembering Arthur on his own in some off the grid small town. All alone. No Kay. Arthur had this feeling of 'something missing' his entire childhood, Ector knows who it is and has just enough of an idea what's become of Kay that it hurts a lot to think about.

They gather a bunch of local reincarnations Bedivere for sure, maybe Dinadan, Morgan, Guinevere, as Arthur is remembering and coming into his destiny. They're a small, tight knit found family scrappy low resources rebellion sort of vibe. Very fun very cool.

Now, Uther is still alive and well and running his own court/cult of personality/militant group. They and Arthur's group will come into conflict but he's also got his own agenda. Anyways one of his strongest lieutenants is Lot, who runs a powerful secret base for Uther's group, where he's "training" his sons to be Uther's perfect soldiers.

He also has Kay.

Between Lot and Uther they've made Kay into the perfect weapon against Arthur: trained since he was a baby, magic forced to it's max making him really powerful (a way to describe it i came up with comes from bedivere "The magic around him was screaming") he's supposed to be unshakably loyal. Excpt the only ones he's really loyal to are Lot's kids, to which he's become a weird sort of surrogate big brother (as much as he can). They're the only one's who treat him like a human.

Gareth absolutely hero warships Kay (though in a naive 'you're such a great knight i can't wait to serve Uther too!' kind of way that hurts Kay's soul). Anyways Kay is absolutely terrifying on the battlefield, and for a long time no one and nothing can stand in his way. Until he fights Bedivere (neither know each other's identity)

Bedivere is a solid challenge on his own, but when Kay blasts him with fire it doesn't burn Bedivere. Instead it activates some sort of magic signal bound to their souls, which protects Bedivere. Now that they know both are horror struck (for different reasons) and freeze. One of Kay's "teammates" takes a cheap shot at Bedivere, but he's warned by his team and dodges away. Making him the first to ever escape Kay.

Bedivere tells his peeps about this, which sends Ector into a dark spiral and leads Arthur to ask a lot of questions. Meanwhile, Kay is back at base and not in his armour for the first time. And he's in a cell. Gawain comes to visit, angry at Kay for freezing up, mostly because it made Lot mad. he goes on at Kay for a while before Kay finally snaps and tells him that it was Bedivere he was fighting, and on top of it the signal that save Bedi's life was one he a Kay crafted together to ensure that they couldn't hurt each other.

Which ouch. Gawain tried to apologize, but Kay's too tired for this rn and goes to sleep.

That's about as far as I've gotten linearly. Two other scenes I have in mind with Kay and Gareth-

Gareth is following Kay around while he's getting ready for a mission, mentions how he wants to be just like Kay when he grows up and Kay stops what he's doing gets down on Gareth's level and looks him in the eyes and says "Beaumains, You are going to be so much better than I ever was." (One day, in a happier world and place, where Gareth doesn't have to be anyone's soldier he remembers the first life, and he remembers this and he goes to Kay and hugs him and tells him he's still his hero)

Gareth wants very badly to go with Kay on one of his missions. So badly he teaches himself to replicate Kay's fire magic, and shows it to Kay hoping to impress him. Instead Kay freaks the fuck out and yells at him and makes him promise to never show or tell anyone about this ever again. it's the first time gareth is genuinely scared of kay. Kay hates himself for it but he can't let Lot and Uther put Gareth through the same hell that has been Kay's entire life.

idk if im feeling silly enough i might do some art for this, bc the visual of badass armoured up Kay reassuring little baby Gareth is living in my brain now

#gareth #kay #gawain #arthur #sir ector #reincarnation au #random au thoughts #my brain gave me this and the desire for it to be fully animate in the same style as Castlevania and im like bro #it takes us a year to make two pages of webcomic #in what universe #implied child abuse

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dsfgsfkgskjdhg from here because I'm obsessed.

Intoxication often gave Kai way more guts than he'd have sober, but this time, after the words left his lips, he thought he'd gone too far. Right now, what he had with Loux was easy and fun. They could hang out and fuck and commit crimes and push each other to do worse and worse things, but there were no strings attached. A past version of himself would've said this was the perfect relationship— no risk, all reward.

Part of him hated that he felt different now, different enough to speak up about being Loux's boyfriend. He was, admittedly, high as a fucking kite, but he knew exactly what he was saying. It was something he should never say in a friends with benefits deal like this one. He really fucked up this time. If he acted fast, he could pass it off as a slip of the tongue or maybe even laugh and say it was a quote from some TV show.

God, why did he have to be the biggest fucking dumbass in the world? He already knew there wasn't a person alive who would want to date him. Even if there was, he couldn't even imagine how bad it would be to be in a relationship with someone like him. His body and soul were like a black hole, slowly sucking, dragging people down into a pitch-black abyss. That's who he was. A cataclysm in someone's life, a natural disaster that could only destroy. He had no business talking like this.

All he knew was he wanted nothing but to stay with Loux like this forever. If he lost this, there would be nothing left of him, but somehow he still had the nerve to say something so fucking stupid? He really was a fool. Fuck. He took another drag of the blunt they had been sharing and let it out slow, watching it join the haze covering the room. "Fuck," he muttered to himself, flicking off the embers of the joint and placing it on an ashtray to the side. Now, he had to take it back in some embarrassing attempt to save face.

But before he could say anything else, Loux went and did the impossible. The blond said he actually thought about him being his boyfriend. A dark pit formed in his stomach, twisting and knotting it around itself. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

With trembling hands, he grabbed the blunt again and took a long hit, keeping it down for a good while before releasing the smoke into the air. He couldn't even remember the last time he felt so nervous. It was like walking on a tightrope hanging above a pool of rabid sharks and a promise of an agonizing death should he fall. No, this was much worse.

No no no no no, fuck, you idiot, you're supposed to say no!

He had never been happier that he couldn't see Loux's face. That meant that Loux couldn't see his own, right? Hopefully, those bewitching grey eyes that he loved to gaze at while they fucked each other silly couldn't see how nervous he was all of a sudden. That was wishful thinking, though. Kai's whole body felt stiff and tense.

Then came the real coup de grâce. Loux asked if he wanted to try it.

He didn't even know how to react. Invisible bonds constricted around his chest, a feeling of rising panic threatening to suffocate him as he found it harder and harder to breathe. "I..." he choked out.

"No." Kai winced, closing his eyes. He had to say no. He had to. If Loux got any closer to him, he'd only drag him down like everyone else. He'd fuck it up. That was the only thing he was capable of doing.

...But it seemed he wasn't physically capable of leaving it like that. He wanted to try being Loux's loser boyfriend. He wanted to try it so fucking bad, more than he had ever wanted anything.

"....Yes. Yes. Yes."

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, his heart felt like it was going to explode into a million pieces. He glanced down and brushed Loux's messy blond hair from his eyes. For a moment, he hesitated, but quickly gave up, his high making him extra sensitive to the other's warmth on his shoulder. His whole body buzzed from being higher than he really should be. He needed so much more of Loux assaulting his senses. Fucking hell, he really needed it now.

Kai leaned down and licked his bottom lip before wrapping his arm around the back of his head and pulling him in for a deep kiss. When his buzzing lips met the blond's, he felt a wave of endorphins flood through his body, and he moaned into Loux's mouth, tongue dipping inside to taste him. As wrong as it might be, this felt so fucking right.

#astarab1aze #kai;;threads—{all my paths lead to death.} #//haha whoops #//don't look at me I need to be doing schoolwork rn #//but I was thinking about this so much today I #//I couldn't not...........

[ivarlover]

UNEXPECTED Part 1

(Sequel #3 to UNLEASHED)

Alex + Modern Ivar

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

This was supposed to be just a one-shot but the story has come alive and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality had set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected.

Inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍 (You know who you are).

Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut 🤣 Each chapter will have it's own warnings.

This chapter: Prejudices and discrimination against same sex relationships and couples, gay slurs, Ivar's and Hvitserk's response to that, male to male contact, the beginnings of a little smut, of course, the feels, mentions of Ivar's ex love and what looks like her being back in town.

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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It had been about a month now. Alex and Ivar had made things official and were now navigating the reality of a serious relationship. For the most part, it was just like any other serious relationship. They hung out and watched movies together, they had dinner together, and found themselves spending most of their free time with eachother. Of course, the time they'd spent making love was some of the best time they'd spent together. It had only made them even closer and stronger as a couple. They had learned so much about eachother and even about themselves. They'd even been on a date or two and were quite pleased with how people just seemed to accept them as a couple when they'd see them hold hands or give eachother quick kisses. Yes, strangers seemed to be okay with whatever they witnessed between Alex and Ivar and the two of them couldn't be happier.

It was the family part that Alex was particularly concerned about, but Ivar had told him to stop worrying about it and to let them find out on their own time and they'd deal with it whenever it happened. Alex had done his best to take his advice but he'd often think about it if there was a night like tonight when they may run into someone while they were out.

They also spent a lot of time with you and Hvitserk, who were now dating pretty exclusively as well, and were planning on going on a double date this evening to a new restaurant that Hvitserk was dying to try out.

You picked Alex up from his place and the two of you headed to the Lothbrok's to join Ivar and Hvitserk.

"So, you guys really seem happy together, Alex," you said to him as you pulled away from his place.

He smiled, "We really are, Y/N. I honestly can't remember the last time I was this happy with someone. I think it's because we were friends first. I've known Ivar for years." Alex's entire face lit up when he spoke about Ivar and it made you smile.

"Well, I hate to be the one who says, 'I told you so,' but well, I told you so," you laughed.

"Shut up," Alex rolled his eyes.

"Can I ask you something that may be a little too personal and if you don't feel comfortable answering, you don't have to."

"Of course you can," Alex answered curiously.

"Well, I was just wondering, umm, well, do you miss being with a woman? Or will the two of you have a woman with you from time to time?"

Alex chuckled at your question, "Well, honestly, it's kind of the same as being with a woman and then getting into a relationship with one. Sure, you still see other attractive women sometimes, but it's not like you're going to leave the one you love just to try to be with someone else. So yeah, I'm not blind. I still see a pretty woman sometimes but I don't go after them because I love Ivar. I don't really miss being with a woman because he fulfills me and my every desire." Alex smiled pridefully.

You couldn't help but smile at his honesty. "Wow, Alex! That's really damn sweet. I can only hope to be loved and appreciated like that one day."

He looked over to you, "I'm sure you will be and surprisingly enough," he laughed, "Probably by Hvitserk."

You were stunned and couldn't help but smile.

Then, changing the tone to a more serious one, you asked, "Alex, can I ask you something else?"

"Of course."

"Well, I'm just curious about something. I've seen Ivar at his place and at the bar when he's not with you. Sometimes, he seems, I don't know, almost like a tyrant who'd rip your throat out as sure as to look at you. He seems murderous when he speaks to their brother, Segard, on the phone even, but when he's with you, he's completely different. He's kind and so sweet and loving and caring. It's like he's bipolar or something. Seriously. Not to offend you, just that's what he makes me think sometimes. And, umm, I just want to make sure when it's just the two of you, that you're, well, ok. Because, it ain't nothing for me to cut a bitch!" You laughed nervously.

Alex smiled at your concern. He understood it but thought it was really cute. He thought for a moment and then answered, "The tyrant in Ivar is just like a kid throwing a temper tantrum, But yes, he actually has access to an axe! So yeah, you have to know him to know how to handle his mood swings." Alex laughed. "And no, he'd never hurt me, Y/N. I have no doubt about this. You just have to understand him, make him feel loved and safe and help him understand he actually is good enough. And then show him that he is. Love him fearlessly and reassure him. When he starts to flip the fuck out, all I have to do is stand beside him and pull him in for a hug and tell him I love him."

As you stopped the car at a light, you looked over to him and smiled. "Wow, Alex, that's super sweet that you know that much about him and how to help him." It seriously warmed your heart. "You do love him, huh?"

"I definitely do. And this was all true when we were just friends, too. He's just always had to be reassured about things but he's really good at hiding it. It's just that, well, I know him," Alex blushed.

You placed your hand over his and squeezed as you drove away from the light. "Well, he's lucky to have you, Alex."

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"Reservations for four for Lothbrok," Hvitserk told the hostess.

"Yes, right this way," she said to Hvitserk, looking him up and down as she looked over to Ivar and did the same thing.

"You know her? Because she clearly wants to know you," you giggled and whispered to Hvitserk as the four of you walked behind her.

"No, I don't but what can I say? She knows a good thing when she sees it," he winked at you, "Just like you did, sweetheart." He grinned widely and leaned down and kissed you on your forehead.

The four of you were seated and began looking over the menus. The waiter finally came for your drink orders. As he approached the table, he looked at Ivar who had his hand over Alex's, sitting on the table. Ivar began to speak but he moved to the other side of the table and asked Hvitserk, "What will you and the lovely lady be drinking with your meal, sir?"

Hvitserk answered him, "I'll have sweet tea and she'll have martini."

The waiter looked at Hvitserk questioningly, "Seriously? You come here and all you order is tea? Really?" Hvitserk glared at him but didn't respond.

He looked to Ivar and Alex again but this time with a look of disgust. "And umm, you, two? Let me guess. Water? Something 'fruity'?"

Alex squeezed Ivar's hand as he saw the angered look across his face. He whispered, "He's not worth it, babe."

Ivar told him their drink order and the waiter walked away. "Hvitserk, you've got bail money if I need it, right?"

Hvitserk laughed, "I was about to ask you the same thing. Guess we'll have to leave the money with Alex and Y/N because this guy is really pushing my buttons." Everyone at the table laughed. "What a prick!"

When the waiter returned with the drinks, he sat Hvitserk's and yours down in front of the two of you but then sat Alex's and Ivar's down in the middle of the table.

"Umm, excuse me. Are you fucking scared to get too close or what, man? Our love isn't fucking contagious! What's your deal?" Ivar asked challengingly as Alex continued to squeeze his hand, attempting to keep him calm.

"Humm," he responded, "I'm clearly not the one here who has a problem."

He took their order and left the table. The four of you talked and  laughed. You always had such a great time when you were together. "I have something to tell you guys," Hvitserk said excitedly.

"Go ahead, brother. What is it?"

"Y/N and I have made it official. She's my girlfriend."

"Awww, Hvitserk, that's great! I'm so happy for you," Ivar patted him on the back.

The waiter walked up with the food tray at this very moment. As he began to practically toss the plates on the table, he looked to Hvitserk and said, "Oh, how great to hear that you're not a queer, too! You've actually chosen right?" Everyone at the table gasped.

Alex grabbed Ivar by the arm, hoping to prevent a scene. Ivar looked at him apologetically. "Sir, I think we've had about enough of your bullshit. Can you please have another waiter tend to our table for the remainder of the evening. We clearly offend you and I think it's better if we no longer have to engage with eachother," Ivar tactfully said, despite his clinched jaw and balled up fists. Alex looked over to Hvitserk and he actually had the same strained look across his face. This couldn't be good.

The waiter dropped the last plate to the table, food falling off of it and onto the table and floor, and held the tray down. He looked Ivar straight in the face and mockingly said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend you? Ya know, God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. I don't think there's a waiter in this restaurant that wants to tend to the faggots' table."

Your mouth dropped, and you covered it with your hands in complete shock. Before anyone even knew what was happening and could react, Ivar and Hvitserk both stood up, Ivar, knocking his chair to the floor behind him. As if they'd read eachother's mind, each punched the waiter straight in the face. Hard. The waiter stumbled backward, gasping and bringing his hands to his face as he landed against the wall behind him.

The manager rushed over to their table as nearly the entire restaurant erupted in gasps and whispers and sounds of shock. Everyone was now looking at all the commotion. "Mr, what is going on here?" he immediately asked Ivar.

As Ivar began to respond, the gentleman sitting at the next table came over and interrupted. "I'm sorry to intrude but sir, your employee has been nothing but rude and disrespectful to these young guys since the moment they sat down. They tried their best to ignore him and this fine young man," he patted Ivar on the shoulder, "Even asked for a new waiter to serve them to avoid any more problems. Instead of being professional and doing as requested, your employee insulted them futher and used profanity. If these two hadn't taken matters into their own hands, I just may have myself."

The manager looked to Ivar and then Hvitserk, who had sat back down as nothing had happened and was cramming rolls into his mouth, and said to Ivar, "Wait? Don't I know you?" He looked closer. "Oh my, Mr. Lothbrok? Owner of Lothbrok's And Andersen's bar downtown, right?"

Surprised, Ivar began to answer, when he then recognized the gentleman, too, from the bar. He distinctly remembered him from a few months back when he and his girlfriend had been harrassed in the bar by several drunk men trying to hit on her. Ivar had threatened to cut their hands off and feed them to them if they ever returned to the bar again and had them escorted out and banned from returning.

"Yes, it's me. You can call me Ivar. I remember you. I like what you've done here with the place, but umm, your employee leaves much to be desired," Ivar answered him, reaching his hand out to shake his.

The waiter came rushing to the manager's side, "Well, aren't you going to have these little fruit flies removed for attacking one of your employees? I can't believe these faggots had the balls to put their hands on me! You'll be hearing from my lawyer, you pussy!"

Ivar, murder in his eyes, stepped toward the waiter, who quickly darted behind his manager, cowardly, and Alex instantly stood up to Ivar's side and grabbed his hand and arm and gently squeezed. "He's not worth it, Ivar, even if we do have bail money," he winked. Ivar glanced back at Alex over his shoulder and smiled.

The gentleman from the other table reached inside his jacket and handed Ivar his card, "Let him go ahead and call his lawyer, if he has one at all. You call me and I'll represent you guys for free. This is obsurd that you can't even have a nice meal without being harrassed for something as trivial as your personal choices." He looked at the other guy who was sitting as his table and he stood up and joined him, grabbing and holding his hand. He then looked to the waiter, "You should keep your prejudices to yourself, sir. You have only hurt yourself here. We would have left you a tremendously ridiculous tip. Now, my only tip to you is to mind your own business." He handed the manager a roll of money, "That's for our meal. I hope when we return, we'll see some new faces in here," and he and the other gentleman walked to the door hand in hand.

Ivar smiled as his hand went to his face in shock. The waiter stood to the manager's side and said, "What is this? A restaurant for pansies?Jesus!"

"That's it! You're fired!" The manager stated firmly to the waiter. "Get your things and get out of here!" The waiter tried to prevent himself from getting any closer to Ivar. "Your last check will be mailed to you."

Ivar and the others just watched in shock. "Wait! What? You can't do that! You're really going to fire me? Over these faggots?"

Ivar stepped to him and held up his fist. The waiter stepped backwards and turned toward the back, "Fuck you, then! You're not firing me, I quit!"

Ivar turned to Alex and the others, "Guys, I've lost my appetite. Can we just go?"

Hvitserk's mouth half full, he mumbled, "What? Really?" Alex and Y/N were already standing with Ivar.

The waiter placed his hands on Ivar's shoulders. "I am so extremely sorry. Why don't you guys take your meals with you and it's on the house? It's my promise to you that if you will return, you will be treated like guests of honor and nothing like this imbecile has treated you all this evening. I'm ashamed to have such a person associated with my business."

Ivar and the others agreed to return and accepted his apologies and their free meals, knowing he wasn't to blame, and made their way to the car.

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Hvitserk drove, "We're going back to your place, right Ivar?"

"Yes, I need to give my punching bag a few hard swings so I can release some of this stress. What a dick!" Ivar sighed.

Alex looked at him, across the backseat, eyes wide, panic settling across his face. "What is it, love?" Ivar held his hand a little tighter.

Alex gulped, "Umm, your mom. Isn't she still there?"

Suddenly understanding his nerves, Ivar answered, "Yes, but it's ok. She's probably already sleeping and if she isn't, she still won't make a scene, love. At worst, she'll just stare at us. We've got this. I was planning on talking to her and telling her everything this weekend anyway. It's time she knows you're the love of my life."

Alex blushed as he felt his heart completely melt. Ivar really had a way with words. "Oh my fuck! Man, you guys are so sugary sweet, you give me fucking cavities. Get a damn room already!" Hvitserk laughed from the front seat and Ivar thumped him in the back of the head.

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After warming their food back up, the four of you sat around Ivar's huge dining table, eating. "This is what we should have done to begin with. It's way more comfortable and we don't have to worry about opinionated assholes. I'm so sorry that guy was so rude to guys," you said, between bites.

As Alex began to respond, Aslaug walked in and headed to join them at the table. "Who was rude to my boys? Let me at 'em," she pulled out a chair and sat down, mockingly holding up her fist. Alex nearly choked on his food and began to cough. "Are you ok, dear? Would you like me to get you a glass of water?"

Alex swallowed his food, "No, no thanks. I'm, umm, I'm fine," he studdered, "Thank you, though."

She looked back and forth, questioningly, between Alex and Ivar and then asked, "So what did I miss? Humm?"

And there was that critical stare of hers again that Alex wished he could escape. "Nothing, mom. We were just out and decided to come back here instead. So we can enjoy eachother's company in peace."

Aslaug stared at each of them, oddly quiet, sitting around the table. "Humm, well, ok," she glared at Ivar. "I only came in to make a cup of coffee so I can stay awake to finish my book. I'll leave you guys be." She stood up from the table and headed to the coffee pot. Turing back around she added, "But Ivar? Umm, I need to talk to you about something very important later, ok, dear?"

"Sure, mom. Not a problem. I've been wanting to talk to you about something pretty important, too."

Alex couldn't hide his surprise as his eyes widened. Ivar reached over and placed his hand over Alex's knee, just under the table, and patted him, not easing any of the anxiety Alex felt but he still appreciated the gesture.

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The rest of the evening was pretty nice. Alex, Ivar, and Y/N had a few beers as, Hvitserk had coke, while they watched a movie on TV. The four of them laughed and talked and cracked jokes most of the evening.

Ivar sat back and just took it all in. This was the life. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this content with everything going on in his life.

"Well, it's getting late. I should be leaving," Alex said once they turned the TV off after the movie.

"What? I thought you'd stay?" Ivar really didn't want him to go. "Y/N is staying, too, aren't you?" He looked over at you for confirmation.

"Yes, Hvitserk made that clear earlier," you laughed.

"Well, it's just.. well, your mom is here. And I know this is your last night with her since she's flying back home tomorrow. And, honestly, I really don't want to be here when you have that talk with her," his voice was shaky.

Hvitserk interrupted as Ivar started to reply. "Dude! Chill! I've told you before, Ivar can handle mom," he laughed. "And anyway, how do you plan on getting home? None of us are going to drive you. And you already know, since Ivar chose to live here out in the middle of nowhere, there's no Uber coming out this far to get you either." He grinned widely, waiting to hear Alex's comeback.

However, it was Ivar who responded. "I'll drive you home. If that's really what you want. Don't listen to Hvitserk, here," he glared at Hvitserk and slapped him on the back of the head. "I do wish you'd consider staying, though. This is my home and you are always welcome."

Alex looked at Ivar, wanting to take him up on the offer and thinking maybe he could get him to stay with him back at his place once they arrived, but as he soon as their eyes met, he knew he couldn't tell him no. When could he ever deny this man?

"Umm, it's ok. I'll stay here, Ivar. I just don't want to be with you for the talk with your mom. Promise me that and I'll happily stay," Alex knew he was a total sucker and laughed to himself.

Ivar grabbed him at the back of his neck and pulled him closer and told him, "Deal," just as he landed a kiss on his plump lips.

Just as their kiss started to intensify, Hvitserk laughed at them, "And that would be our cue to go, Y/N, and leave these two to it." He stood up and reached his hand out to you and you placed yours in his, standing up beside him. "Damn, they didn't even come up for air. Let's go practice the same thing in my room," he smiled at you.

You hit him on the shoulder, "You're incorrigible, Hvitserk."

"And you love every bit of it," he grinned back at you, smacking you on the ass. "Let's go!" And he was right so you followed him to his room.

A little dazed, Alex pulled away from Ivar. "I hope your kisses always have this type of effect on me," he blushed, "But Ivar, I don't think we should be out here in the living room."

Ivar stood and answered, "Then follow me."

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Once Ivar's door was closed, he instantly grabbed Alex and twirled him around to face him, wrapping his arms tightly around him at his waist. Looking him deeply in his eyes, Alex asked, "Why do you want me to stay here with you so badly, Ivar?"

"Duh, because I love you and well," his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, "It's just not possible for me to leave you alone."

A gentle smile stretching across Alex's mouth, he bit his bottom lip. "I'd like to bite that lip, too," Ivar flirted, smiling his devilish grin from ear to ear. Alex leaned in and kissed Ivar softly as Ivar did just as he'd mentioned and sucked Alex's bottom lip into his mouth and bit it. Alex's entire body tensed and twitched. 

Gazing into Alex's eyes, Ivar slowly pulled Alex's shirt up and off of his body, his fingers lightly tracing along Alex's chest. His touches sent chills throughout Alex's body.

Ivar began kissing down Alex's neck, to his collarbone, then continued to his chest. The light, feathered kisses had Alex's breathing irratic and uneven. As Ivar continued, his hands slowly followed, lightly grazing Alex's body. The kisses and touches were so sensual that Alex felt lightheaded.

As Ivar got lower, he dropped to his knees and looked up at Alex, who was looking down at him in awe. Ivar continued to praise his body with licks and kisses as his hands reached his belt line. He slowly began to unfasten Alex's belt and pants while continuing to smother him with his kisses and nibbles, driving Alex wild with desire.

At this very moment, they both heard Ivar's bedroom door swing open and Aslaug's voice enter the room, "Ivar, we need to talk! Of all the people on this planet, I ran into Katia today in the mall and she's not just back, she's back for good. You'll never believe the reason she's here and why she needs to see you, pretty much immediately. She has your...." and it was at that moment that her eyes caught movement and she looked up.

There she saw Alex standing in the middle of the room, shirtless, with Ivar kneeled in front of him, practically worshiping his body, with his hands and mouth all over him.

Completely stunned, without even thinking, she let go of her coffee cup, all but the handle, and it swung forward spilling it's contents to the floor before sliding the rest of the way off of her fingers and smashing to the floor. She gasped as her other hand came to cover her mouth in complete shock.

Simultaneously, they both looked up to her, equally shocked, and Ivar yelled, "MOTHER! GET OUT! Don't you ever knock? OUT! NOW!"

Aslaug hesitated, her brain trying to process everything she'd just seen, and Ivar yelled again, "MOTHER, PLEASE! GET OUT! NOW!" She turned to the door and then stumbled back to the mess in floor and began to bend over. "Leave it! Just go, mom! Now! For fuck's sake, go!"

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As the door closed, Ivar rushed to it and locked it, this time wiggling it to be sure it actually closed. Alex practically fell to the edge of the bed, mortified, with his head in his hands.

Ivar came back and sat beside him. Placing his hand on Alex's back, he said, "I-I'm so sorry, Alex. I know that's not how you wanted her to find..."

"Just take me home," Alex interrupted him.

"Alex, look..."

"Please," Alex said, flatly.

Ivar panicked. What was Alex actually saying? Was this too much for him afterall? This had certainly been a very trying evening, at best.

Ivar moved from the bed and squatted down in front of Alex. He gently placed his hands on Alex's, waiting to see how he'd react before he attempted to move them or speak. Alex actually looked up on his own and found Ivar's worried look staring back at him. Alex placed his hand on Ivar's cheek. "Don't start worrying, babe. I'm ok. I-I'm just, umm, humiliated. That was so fucking embarrassing."

Ivar, still concerned, asked, "Because umm, it wa-was," his voice quivered, "With me? Orrr?" he felt so unsure of himself.

"The entire situation, Ivar. I'm not ashamed of you if that's what you're asking. I would've felt the exact same way if it had been with a woman," Alex reassured him. "I mean, man, your MOM walked in on us! Oh my God!"

Ivar sighed a breath of relief. "I'm so sorry, love. I thought the door locked when I closed it. It's my fault." He dropped his head, annoyed at himself. 

Alex leaned forward and kissed Ivar on the forehead. "Let's just go to bed. This has been a hell of an evening. I'm exhausted."

Ivar felt the same but asked, "You sure you don't want me to drive you home?"

"I'm sure. I just umm," even after their time together, he still found himself nervous sometimes with Ivar, "I would really fucking love it if you would umm, just umm, hold me tightly until we fall asleep." His face flushed bright red at his admittance.

Ivar's heart melted right then and there. Trying to keep his voice even but severely failing, he answered, "Of course," and stood up. Alex smiled at him.

He went to his bathroom and freshened up, smelling both of his armpits and smiling at himself. He quickly returned, in only his boxers, to find Alex sitting on his bed the same way. Alex gulped, just looking at Ivar's defined chest, and swallowed loudly.

Ivar laughed, "You, too," as he crawled up in the bed beside him. Alex blushed again.

They both laid down, Alex in front of Ivar, spooning. Ivar wrapped his arms around Alex and held him like his life depended on it. He hated that they weren't able to finish what they'd started but he knew the mood had been killed for the night.

He raised up a little and kissed Alex on the cheek as he combed his left hand though Alex's hair. Alex made approving sounds as Ivar continued the motion.

Suddenly, Alex's entire body stiffened and he quickly turned around in Ivar's arms, facing him. "Oh fuck! Ivar, wait."

"What is it? What did I do?"

Ignoring Ivar's automatic assumption of guilt, Alex answered, "Oh my God! Your mom! She said she fucking saw Katia! And that she needed to see you immediately. What the fuck does she want with you after all this time? And why?" Alex began to sweat.

Ivar thought for a moment. He'd barely remembered Aslaug mentioning Katia at all. "Shit! You're right. It was really insignificant information at the moment, given the fact that I was busy with more important things," he winked and kissed Alex on the forehead, "But whatever it is, I honestly don't give a fuck, Alex. She can't just waltz back into my life after all this time and think she can just demand to see me because she suddenly thinks she has something important to say."

"But, Ivar..."

Ivar placed his finger over Alex's lips, "No, Alex. I'm serious. I don't care what she's suddenly decided is important. I wasn't," he grimaced at the hurtful memory of Katia leaving him so easily, like it was nothing, to return to her home in Russia, "And now, she isn't to me anymore. I have you and that's enough for me, love. I've finally moved on and I have no intention of humoring whatever her angle is to speak to me."

Alex thought for a moment, still feeling a little uneasy about everything, but finally said, "Ok, fair enough, but Ivar?"

"Yes, love?"

"Will you promise to let me know if you change your mind or if she just shows up to talk to you? It sounds just like her to show up when you don't ever get in touch with her," he tried not to panic but his gut wouldn't let him.

"I promise," he pulled Alex tighter to him, "But don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me that easily." Alex smiled into his chest.

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@istorkyou @vero-maris-zamo @chapada010101010 @lostasalice-thisway @ivarhoegh @lonewolf471 @lemonsarepink @covidinducedsocialreject @tessakate

#ivar the boneless imagine #ivar the boneless smut #ivar the boneless fic #ivar the boneless fluff #alex hogh andersen #alex hoegh andersen #alex høgh andersen #alex hogh andersen imagine #alex hogh andersen smut #ivar smut #ivar the boneless fanfiction #ivar the boneless + alex hogh andersen #ivar imagine #alex + ivar smut

[revoutionsingingintherain]

i love the idea of deaf!alex.

like, the boy has so much of anxiety, and it's not just because of his parents not accepting him, but it's also because he sees the way people make fun of him for being deaf. and he hates it. so, he turns to drumming. because he can feel the vibrations, and it's almost like he can hear it, and it makes him feel alive again. drumming makes him feel normal.

luke, reggie, and bobby are quick to learn asl after they meet alex, because come on, alex is so cool, they couldn't not be friends with him. and they take up the role of being alex's bodyguard. never let him see who's laughing at him, always glaring and occasionally punching the people making fun of him not being able to hear.

in 2020, when julie asks why he chose drumming, he tells her that yknow, he can feel normal when he can feel the vibrations, and julie says, 'but you are normal???? being deaf doesn't make you abnormal'

and alex realises how much things has changed, because no one makes fun of him anymore, and almost everyone knows asl so its easier to communicate, and the world is just a happier place for alex now.

#alex mercer #alex jatp #julie and the fat ones #julie and the himbos #julie and the phantoms #deaf!alex

[creune]

I have come to face a realization from an extremely strange source about the world we live in, the media being created around us

So get ready for a nonsense, all over the place rant, while I'm feeling woozy af and forgetting where I'm going with most of my thoughts

Let's go

So, I was browsing YouTube as usual when I'm procrastinating, when I decided to click on a specific video. Nothing special, a horror game story analysis and explanation, basically a summary of what happens. I watch those sometimes to get a grasp for a game or just don't feel like sitting through hours of playthroughs

The game in question? My friendly neighborhood

Spoilers for the game from this point on btw. I don't know how to use the site to tag properly but you've been warned

I've seen it float around, watched some gameplay of it when the demo came out

Seemed like the usual mascot horror. You know the type. Dead people, creepy toys coming to life, trying to survive them etc. So at first I was just like "did the kids or crew get to possess the puppets this time"

But it wasn't anything like that

The puppets are alive. Not in a possession way, but just, living creatures with thoughts and feelings and ideas. That was the first thing that caught my attention. "No dead kids in a mascot horror game? That's new" I thought. So I kept watching the summary and the more information got revealed the more I realized something

This game wanted to say something

And say it did

Through the use of the horror genre, it didn't just subvert expectations from a story perspective, it made it's own stand, it said something it wanted to

Not about how people and workplaces are horrible, how murdered people seek revenge, not about a hopeless escape or a struggle for survival

It said something that I haven't seen in horror games in so long

It said something about hope

It said something about kindness

It said something about how, if people can learn to be good again, hopeful again, to smile again, we could be happier

And, for me, it was shocking, coming from a mascot horror game

And then, I scrolled through YouTube again, and saw the same thing that happened on the tv on My friendly neighborhood

Negativity, bad news, hopeless outlooks and searching for the bad in everything

Admittedly, I know that's probably my fault, cause the algorithm works like that

But considering how most of those, I had no previous interest in, how those came from other corners of YouTube

I can make a safe assumption that that happens to a lot more viewers than not

And not just that

Every time I scroll down the Google news thingy, even if I'm only ever clicking on memes or gaming news, it's still full of the negative, hopeless gunk that at this point I just ignore and scroll past

Only for those to pop back again and again, from different sites

I stopped scrolling through news for that reason

And even in films and shows

The very things that supposed to provide us with escapism

They show broken worlds, hateful people

I cannot for the life of me watch an "adult" film or show anymore

I couldn't put my finger on it for years, until this game made me realize how much of what I have watched showed the broken world, leaving bitter people that rely on themselves and push everyone away as a "good" thing

How a lot of them showed that caring for another is stupid and pointless because you will always be betrayed by those you love

How the world cannot and will not help you, even if you cry and beg for a sliver of help

A sign of hope

Call me childish, but when I want to have fun, my idea isn't to watch another fucked up world fucking up people. If I want to see that, I can look out my window. I can stare my family in the face, to feel utter hopeleness and loneliness in a broken world, as I know they will never love me as I am

So yeah

I stopped watching that too

But the negativity is inherently in everything nowadays

Every day, there's new YouTube drama in my feed, there's a new show about an unwinnable fight where you should give up and learn to leaver everyone behind, where you have to be afraid of everyone's intentions, a new person "proving" that there is no goodness left in humans

But then comes My friendly neighborhood, and says "you know what? Screw you. We can scare you without making you feel hopeless for the future of humanity. We can show you, that even in a broken world, there is hope and kindness and that's what makes people happy and good and life worth living" and it's completely right

I don't live when I'm just surviving on junk

I live when I see my partner smile, when I see my gush about his training, when I read the snippets of a book my friend is writing. I live when I tell them how proud I am, when I help them carry a bag, when I tell a joke to brighten their mood. I live when I am kind. I live when I am in a community, when I give help, and when I know I can ask for it when I need it

I live when I'm playing overdramatic to make people laugh, because their laughter gives me hope, and brings light into a world with barely any left. And that's what makes life worth it

Not sitting alone and wondering what xyz's intentions are when they offered to give you a ride hope, not being wary of the stranger who said "have a nice day", not consuming media that makes me feel alone and untrusting, not when seeing how people "turned bad", not when I hear news of the world rotting

Those have made me the farthest thing from alive

Those have made me think "I should always avoid people, just in case", "I should learn how to beat people up, just in case", "I should never say a word about anything, just in case someone will backstab me" or on worse days "According to these facts, if I stopped existing, it would be better"

Not exactly the best things to think, when you always hear about how one product in your house is inherently evil or how you not screaming on the streets and getting shot for something you believe in is "not enough", or just constantly hearing how everyone else is horrible

How the girl wearing makeup is a bitch

How that boy with muscles is an asshole

How those people playing card games are useless gamblers or gatekeeping assholes, depending on the game

How that chick is a golddigger for sure and how that guy is also one

Without ever getting to know any of them

Because that's what we're being shown

I bet you've had specific images of people you have seen on tv pop up in every single example

That when you look at people on the street, you put them into these categories yourself

I can't blame you

That's what you're given by everything around you

But don't forget to get to know them, before you truly make a judgement call, okay?

Because maybe that person just needs someone to talk to

Or maybe they're going through stuff you'll never imagine

Or you might be right

But you will never know

And trust me, talking to people with kindness, making them smile, it will guarantee that the world, even if just for a second, is a brighter place

And if you are kind to someone, they will probably also be kind to others. Or they will learn with time, when the world is too kind for them to remain an asshole. When they will feel out of place for being a jerk or being called out for constantly bringing others down

With kindness, there is strength needed, and not just physical

And I think My friendly neighborhood expresses that element nicely

Gordon is a war veteran, what he's carrying is not easy to face, yet when he can help those around him, when he helps the puppets, he has to look his past in the eyes and say "it will be alright, I know what it's like". Of course he isn't healed magically, but it shows a strength needed to be kind to those who need it

And I love that in the game

It does something that many don't dare anymore

It dares to show hope

You know, it ironically reminded me of dark souls

Now, stay with me here

Game is known for difficult boss fights and minmaxers and memes, right?

Cause I never hear anyone really discuss its themes or a critical element, the very reason why the game is even possible

Hope

The game shows the power, the will, the strength needed to chase for a sliver of hope that the world can get better

In the world of tragedies and monsters and dying and undeath, the game always tells you, that you never truly turn into a murderous zombie, as long as you have a will strong enough to hold onto your humanity. The hope that you might be someone to keep the fires burning. Because wether that's a good thing or bad, is not the point of that strength. You don't fight for the "good" or "right" thing. Most don't even care. Because what matters is that you, and by extension, your character, has a strong enough will to hold on till the end, a reason to keep on fighting

For another example of this, look at Solaire, who as far as I know, is a fan favorite. He is the definition of kindness, of hope, of always looking for the light, literally or figuratively

It of course is set in a world where you can't trust everyone, like patches. But it also shows the beauty of the world, the good, the things worth fighting for

My friendly neighborhood does something similar, but in a more clear and hopefully way

Of saying that the world itself can heal if people learn to be kind again

And I think that's beautiful

And something we have so little of anymore

In a world where even our media is growing hopeless and bleak, a horror game of all things, giving hope for a better world, for living happy, for trusting in people yet again

It's truly inspiring

I just wish we had more hopeful things like that in every corner of the internet, of gaming, of tv, of the world itself

No one wants to die a bitter, old person

And the knowledge that we don't have to, is the truest power we have against it

Have hope y'all

Be kind

Learn to love instead of hate

It will get you to a happier place in life

And happy is one of the best things you can be

#video games #i dont know #long ass rant #be nice y'all #have hope #hopepunk? #dizzy af ranting #sorry about the confusing mess btw

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

Horror Dolly Au Chapter 2 the start of a relationship.

*The next day*

Ames had done her normal routine then when she was done got Plushiedox and headed to the computer and looked up his creators oddly the company had one factory in a place that seemingly didn't appear on her world map but the world of magic was real after all. But she found a catalog showing their products after examining everything there she was surprised by how much she'd like at least one. But found out Plushiedox was a clockwork doll, a wind up plush toy. She found instructions on how to maintain him but then saw the phone number she eventually called after finding the toy's key and winding it up making him move and act like he was alive she wondered if he was but then called the number.

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Ames pov

I had done all the steps and all my chores and now was time for my fun with Plushiedox. Now I was surprised by his movements. Was he alive? I decided to call the number and got someone to pick up.

"Hello? This is Dolly speaking."

I froze; this was the owner and founder I was talking to but I got my shyness under control and spoke.

"Hi my name is Amelia you can call me Ames I found Plushiedox and saw your website is it true you have magic and use it for the toys you make?"

It was the only explanation after all.

"Well yes dear also I'm glad you found Plushiedox he's been hurt by others and I hope you're treating him better? How about this? I'll give you my mailing address and we can talk about him that way?"

I considered it pen pals with a person like Ms.Dolly? I took it without a second thought.

And so our letters started. I wish I found him sooner.

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As the letters came and went the two had bonded over many things; they both had rough childhoods they loved toys and were fans of the same music. Then she got packages. First it was a spell book with real magic. She mastered 3 spells: she loves Puppet strings,Color Change and Toy Transformation. Then a bear onesie that made her look like a teddy bear. And then Plushiedox's brothers Comet and Shroud. Comet looked like was made of space with six eyes and a zipper on every limb and he was more human looking than the Plushiedox and Shroud was a monochrome plush that looked like a cute slime you'd see in a RPG. The letters also got personal; the two wanted to meet but didn't know where. But Ames had recalled some changes to herself when she slept with onesie on her dreams would have her be a living plush and she wouldn't mind she'd be cute and soft all the time and besides plushies Made her happy so it would maybe make others happy if she was one also she almost called Ms.Dolly mama or mommy for an entire day and it fit for some reason she was surprised with her most recent letter though Dolly was coming Ames couldn't be happier. Her last thought that day was Mommy's coming.

@trying-my-best-always

@kittyloverremade

[sooptea]

Extra bonus (not so) mini tangent: money edition

I also hate the concept of "you should only be spending money on bare essentials of what you need don't spent $50 on stuff that isn't necessary". Because it's like, do you not understand that buying the absolute bare minimum will leave you empty in a very specific way. It becomes depressing, you do not feel fulfilled when you live your life like that.

Money doesn't buy you happiness is a phrase used that once you hit a certain threshold of expendable money, material goods are not going to help you feel content. It doesn't mean you're not supposed to buy fun things. If you fill your home with things that make you happy, you will be happier than if you had nothing. Buying a mug that brings you joy every time you see it in your cabinet is better than buying a $2 white mug that gets the job done. Filling your wall with fanart or other visuals that make you happy will make you feel better than leaving it empty.

Not having the money to buy what you want causes people to get depressed. Living paycheck to paycheck only getting what you absolutely need drives you into a type of despair that I really hope most of you don't have to experience, and I'm sorry if you HAVE had to deal with that or if that's what you're experiencing now.

This also doesn't just apply to material goods. People should have money to do things outside of their home. You SHOULD be able to get out of the house and go to a museum or a concert or a movie or just ANYTHING that doesn't include you being home 24/7. People shouldn't have to think "I'd love to go hang out at my friend's place but I don't know if I can afford the gas money" people shouldn't be thinking "oh I'd love to go to this free event but I couldn't afford to eat out if I went there" it shouldn't be "I'd love to learn something new but I can't afford the class".

I know I make more money than I used to because I no longer have to limit myself to a budget of 1 dollar a day or less for my meal breaks and if I spent more I had to make it stretch multiple days. I used to buy a bag of pepperoni rolls for 5 bucks and I'd make it stretch for at least three days and I hate how expensive it was even if it was more filling. I gave myself SO much shit when I had to stop buying 60 cent microwave noodles because the sodium was giving me KIDNEY PAIN from eating them near daily. I can buy better groceries now but I still live paycheck to paycheck and I have to be extremely mindful of what I'm buying when. I had a lot of things going on at this point in my life's, but only having enough money for food made it 100 times harder to be motivated into waking up tomorrow.

I can buy fun things now, and I can occasionally go do fun things, but there are people who can't do that. And I don't know about you guys, but I still don't make enough money to actually have meaningful savings. Because every time I have a little extra money something new falls apart. Shoes have holes, clothes are torn, furniture broke, always something. And if I went 30 days without a job I'd be in a extremely bad situation. I am closer to going back to that situation than I am being middle class.

Raising minimum wage isn't enough and it won't be enough, unless we hold the market better accountable and have more public resources available, there will always be people barely surviving in this world. And barely surviving means they are not thriving. When people talk the bare minimum needed to survive they do not take in consideration what a person needs to thrive. They don't care about the humane side, the part that feels joy and sadness, they only care about what keeps you alive from the time you wake up to the time you go to sleep.

People who say you shouldn't be spending money on things that make you happy don't understand just how much depression can destroy you. Happiness IS necessary, it's a bare minimum for quality of life. And yeah happiness looks different for everyone, but telling people to stop buying fun stuff so they can afford necessities in life isn't fixing the god dam problem.

#i promise you i started this post thinking kt would be three sentences and then the adhd meds really kicked in and i got more angry #i am not joking when i say if given the resources i could turn this into a thirty minute long present if not longer

[janesaridoll]

“Who do you need me to kill?”

Pairing || woc!reader x mafia!chris evans

Summary || how is settling in chris’s lifestyle is going.

Genera || angst to fluff, a little bit of smut

Wordcount || 1999

Kofi

“whatever is mine is yours, whatever you desire is between your hands. Just ask for it sweetheart”

You've been dating Chris for a few months now, and everything has been going well except for his mafia business, which requires him to spend the majority of his mornings at a warehouse doing what a typical mob boss does.

At first he appeared to be a charming rich older man who was interested in you, and he was pleasant and gentle. You were delighted with him because he took you to places you didn't know existed. He makes you feel good.

Your life had been a mess until you relocated to a different state, away from your poisonous family and friends. Who has been nothing but a pain in your life.

He's the only one who has ever made you laugh and feel good about yourself. With everything he did in an effort to make you happy and smile, he made you feel lovely and deserving. He made you feel things you didn't think you could ever feel.

When you asked him about his profession, he didn't have the heart to lie to you, and his response terrified you. Knowing you've been in love with a dangerous man, one who deals in murder and illegal goods on a daily basis.

You were so afraid of losing him that you didn't speak to him for weeks. But you couldn't, you couldn't keep your distance from him. Having him was the only thing that kept you alive, and the thought of losing him was torturous; you couldn't go back to your terrible life. So you've decided to take the chance and call him. You haven't looked back since. It was self-serving, but it feels like heaven.

You moved in with him after two weeks from getting back together and you never been happier.

That is why you have been placed in this position. When Chris asked what you planned to do for the day, you told him you needed to pick a gift for your sister because she was getting married and you wouldn't be able to attend. You didn't want to buy anything for her, but your mother insisted. And your mother even assigned a value to the present you're delivering. While giggling, you told him that.

And you weren't expecting him to push his black credit card into your palm and say, "Whatever price your mother set, double it!" You just stared at him for a minute before responding, "I'm actually not going to buy a gift for the price my mother set!"

"We both know your mother set that price to embarrass you," Chris grinned. “And i'm not going to let them make fun of you, even if it's not in front of you, sweetheart” he told you while eating his breakfast.

You just stood there staring at the food and fiddling with it, thinking about what Chris was saying. And it's probably true; your mother was aware that you wouldn't be able to bring a present worth more than $500.

"Besides, I've got lots of money, love, and buying things to rub it in your family's face won't trouble my bank account."

"Are you quite certain?" Making sure he isn't joking with you by looking at him carefully.

He stands up "I'm hundred percent sure. Also, if something attracts your attention, Buy it."

You can't believe what he's saying; he truly wants to spend his money on you. "that's too much."

As he stepped up behind you and kissed your neck, he added, "If you keep doing that, I won't do the thing you like so much with my tongue."

"You'd never do something like that!" You told him in a startling way. He kissed your lips before leaving you to do his work and whispered to you "Disobey me and see princess."

You've been shopping at a few stores but haven't seen anything that catches your eye. Chris instructed the driver to take you to this opulent location, knowing well that you would go to the city's cheapest jewelry store. Everything was so pricey, and you didn't want to purchase your sister anything so extravagant.

You walked inside the fourth store and glanced around; there were only three customers and two workers; you didn't ask for assistance because both employees were occupied with the customers.

Since you entered, they've been paying close attention to you. You looked at a couple of rings you liked and asked the employee to try them on for you. She gave you a close look before handing you the ring to try on.

You tried it on and liked how it looked on you; in fact, you were pleased with the ring, but the price made it difficult for you to enjoy it. It was most likely a diamond ring with a crimson stone in the shape of heart and gold bent around it.

You remembered seeing a matching necklace when you first walked into the store, so you turned away from the salesperson and headed towards the direction where you remembered seeing it.

The employee yelled at you to stop before you could even go a couple of steps, which you did right away because you weren't used to people yelling at you. You turned to her and she said, "Ma'am, please open your purse," as she stood in front of you

“What?” In these occasions, you were mute and unsure of what to do. "I saw you placing a ring inside your purse," she said.

"I didn't take anything; I was looking for the matc-" Before you could finish your explanation, an employee shoved you to the side, and you noticed her coworker on the phone out of the corner of your eye. You could see the customers' faces as they looked at you, judging you and feeling sorry for you

You could feel your lips trembling and tears welling up in your eyes. You despised every moment of it,

She tried to take your purse from your grip, but you kept it close to your body since you didn't want her to look through your belongings without your permission.

When she saw the police officers enter the store, she exclaimed, "OK, then let the cops search you." The ring you were trying now in her hand and you don’t know how she has it.

You turned around to face the cops, tears streaming down your cheeks as you realized you couldn't handle this stressful situation. "Can I call someone, please?" you asked.

He gestured "go ahead" because they didn't see anything wrong with calling someone.

He answers the phone after two rings, "hey princess, hope you didn't leave any money in my account," he says gleefully.

"Chris," you wailed out, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"What's going on?" He says. He immediately sat up straight after hearing your voice.

"I'm sorry, but I need your help," you said, a little more steadily.

“Where are you?” He asked.

"I'm at the shop you recommended," you said before being ordered to hang up by the cops.

"Search her purse, I saw her putting it in there," the employee said, motioning the two cops to take action.

One of the cops reached to take your purse, and they began throwing everything on the floor in search of the ring she claimed you had taken.

“I didn’t steal anything! I was just looking at the necklace that goes with your ring!" You wanted to tell your side of the story.

You felt humiliated and embarrassed, but this would not have happened if you had gone to the cheapest store and chosen obnoxious jewelry for your sister.

You be humiliated in front of your family but you got used to it but not here not when chris is probably minutes away from seeing you in this situation. You already knew you were out of his league, but to have others believe you're a thief in the same place he recommended?!

“She probably hide it in her clothes” the same employee told you.

As one of the cops approached you to search your clothes you stepped away from him. and before anyone could do anything chris entered the place. Looking worried and angry, and ready to shot people if necessary.

“Stay the fuck away from her," he told the cops, who were terrified of him. You've never seen a cop afraid of anyone.

You could hear the woman next to you cursing under her breath,

"I think your boss and I need a golf game this week," he said evilly to both of them, and they looked terrified. "Don't worry, I'll compliment your job to him," he winked at them before motioning his men to take them out.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he approached you, cupping your face between his large hands. “Are you sure they didn't touch you?" He asked worried about you.

You shook your head no and looked around the floor at your stuff, and he followed your gaze to the ground. He made a motion to the employee

"Pick everything up," he said firmly, and she did it right away, getting down on her knees and picking up your belongings and stuffing them into your purse.

"If you break something, you will pay for it." She began to slow down, and when she was done, she handed the purse to Chris, who then handed it to you.

"Now princess, I need to finish something before we leave; could you just wait in the car for me?" He asked you warmly.

You were terrified of what he was going to do. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything violent," he assured you sweetly. "I just don't want you to see."

You walked over to his car, which was waiting for him. It was your first time watching him in action, and you were taken aback by how foreign it made you feel. He was unbelievably hot.

He emerged from the store ten minutes later, followed by the girls. He tosses keys to one of his men, who catches them and locks the store's door. Oh, so he was the owner of the store? Why didn’t he tell you so.

Chris knocked on your window, which you had opened for him, and grinned before motioning the two employees to approach you.

"We are sorry for accusing you of stealing," they said, looking down at the floor and without even making eye contact with you. “we are sorry for causing you so much trouble. We got exactly what we deserved."

"Do you accept their apologies or do you want them to try harder?" Chris glanced at you, waiting for your reaction, and you stared at him puzzled.

"It's fine, I accept it," you said right away. You were taken aback because you have never been in those kinds of situations, people who have wronged you never apologise for anything they caused you. They never even fixed their mistakes. You just learned to live with it.

You stared at Chris, who was now sitting beside you in the car, you couldn't believe what had just happened.

“What?” He notices that you were staring at him. "I need you to meet a couple of people." You told him.

He laughed smiling at you “who do you need me to kill?”

“a couple of people.”

“Gladly princess, no one should live if they upsets you” he kissed your hand and stared at it.

“I’ll get you a better ring I promise”

“Don’t worry about it”

He replied dreamily, "I won't stop until you have what you desire, sweetheart”,

"I love you," you kissed him, and then you were on top of him, passionately kissing him. You mumbled as you broke the kiss. "You know," you added, "what happened there truly turned me on."

"Oh is it really?" He grinned.

"Yeah, when you made her pick my stuff up, I almost came," you told him smirking.

he continued to kiss and caress your body. "Let me do something about it," he said.

#chris evans #chris evans x woc!reader #chris evans x black women #chris evans x fluff #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x desi!reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x you #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #mafia!chris evans #mob!chris evans #chris evans x spoiled!reader

[assjuice4ever]

Minors dni, slight dubcon, angst

The end

Part 1/ part 2

You were angry. How you couldn't be? You were a coward who screamed to the world that every single night was your night because if you died in that moment you were happy to die there, no regret. It was a fuckin lie because you lived only from regrets and memories you couldn't let go.

You were drunk because every night was your night and your best friend was kissing another friend of yours and so you drank. The voice of your sister in your mind asked you "why are you doing that? Do you feel smart?" You weren't. If you were you would have take your ass home, but you were stupid and so you have taken a bottle of something that burned your throat and made you giggle, your vision a little blurry, your lipstick now was attached to a stump, you were high and yet you felt so low. There you were, a messy drunk girl, too stupid for your own good, in a party supposed to be fun, thinking instead to his mouth on hers, wondering why it wasn't you, why you had to grow up and be alone instead of being a little girl who was happy to play on the swings and didn't care about boyfriend or girlfriend.

What were you doing here anyway? Gettin all depressed because the love of your live, Atsumu, the one that cursed you to think of him every single time you did as much as breath, was kissing a friend from uni, a cute one anyway, cuter than you at least.

You were there to feel alive, not to cry. You took a long sip and another and another and before long you were in the snow, cold hands and feet colder, dancing to music whitout voice until you lungs burned, with guys whose name you didn't know. Hands made their way under your skirt and something in your mind asked "do I wanna this?" But a new song you knew started and your mind went blanc. You were only one with the music and nothing else.

There were more hands than before, somebody made you spin and a guy was grabbing your waste, you opened your eyes before being kissed, his mouth tasted of saliva, making you wonder if Atsumu mouth tasted of something better. His hands went under your skirt and you grabbed his arm lightly, not so sure what to do, not when he smiled at you and said "be a good girl". Were you a good girl? Your mom would have screamed to you and your groundmum would have cried. You weren't. You were si angry with everybody, you were drunk and high and you wanted to cry feeling his hand on your inner thigh and yet, what was wrong about it? He called you a good girl and you so wanted to be one, even if it felt wrong.

Somebody pulled you from your dress collar and you felt happier than you have ever been before by seeing Suna face. He looked funny, with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth in a thin line, you hands squished his cheeks and you giggled. Somehow now you felt slightly better, like you were breathing again. Suna said something to the boy, face still angry, before taking your hand and walking you inside.

"What the hell where you thinking?" He asked you, voice full of anger. You weren't sure what to say, you didn't think in the first place. You felt yourself sobering and Suna left you inside, saying something about finding Atsumu.

Somebody went to you and offered you drink. You accepted and somehow you were now with people laughing at you. Your watched their face, their crooked smile, your body didn't felt yours, you wanted to laugh too at yourself, at your arms, your belly, your face and everything that made you you because clearly you weren't enough. Suna was going to come here with Atsumu, because Atsumu was a good guy and he wouldn't leave you there but he would try to cover his own snicker.

Suna was now with you again, face still angry, more angry than before, and leaning on your ears.

"Atsumu or Osamu are taking you home."

"Don't wanna." Atsumu was coming here, reeking of sex, with his dopey smile before watching you with disappointment because you were only a mix of bad choices and a horrible mess. You couldn't watch him now, you were there to have fun, not to cry over him again and again.

"I wanna have sex." You said because you too wanted to have a good time, to feel loved, even for a second, even if it was lie because so maybe you could love yourself a little bit more, making yourself believe that there was something good about you that was lovable at least for somebody.

Suna eyes grow big and you giggled a little.

"You should go home."

"I wanna have fun. Please let me. " Your voice sounded so desperate to made Suna fold.

"Stay there. I'm going to take one of the twins. Where the hell are they?" He said, putting his hands on your shoulders like he could glue you on the spot this way. You did as he said, waiting for him until Gin came out of nowhere near you.

"Suna said to watch you." He said, eyes unfocused while talking, he looked more drank than you. He watched you like he didn't know you, giggling a bit and burping.

You rested your eyes on a couple making out in front if you. Your mouth still tasted of somebody else spit, and in the morning you were going to cry about how gross it felt, but now was now, and you wondered if that girl was happy to kiss that guy. How did it felt to kiss somebody you wanted?

Gin bumped into you and you watched him, eyes a little red from the booze and then his mouth was on yours. You felt his tongue while you were trying to understand what was going on, trying to remember if you were supposed to kiss back and how to do it. A second later a hand on your shoulder separated him from you with such force to make you scramble back.

Suna was watching you, eyes squinted and hand on Gin shoulder, in front of you there was Atsumu. Face disappointed and lipstick on his throat.

"What are you thinking?" You opened your mouth to say something bur before you could Gin whined.

"We were kissing Atsumu!"

"I asked you to keep an eye on her" hissed Suna in response. Atsumu shut Gin with a glare, making him stumble back

"We are going home." Declared Atsumu before grabbing your arm with such force that made your eyes water, pulling you to the parking lot.

Your heads went on the window during the drive home, no seat belt around you so you could curl in yourself. Atsumu was silent for all the drive, until you were under your apartment block.

"Why the hell you have to be like this?" He sounded so angry and frustrated, if you watched him in the eyes you would have burst in to tears. "Why can't you be not you this for once? What were even you doin'? Since when are you such a slut? Kissing Gin of all the people."

There was a thing you knew about Atsumu: he was blunt. He wasn't gentle with his words, not with you, not with his brother, not with his mum, not with his girlfriends. Atsumu was Atsumu and he said whatever he thought and when you are his friends you knew better. Whatever he said it's never filtered, not if you didnt't leave him the time to elaborate it because only after he thinks about everything and realize what he said. Atsumu was blunt but never cruel.

You knew better.

But not now.

You were sobering up, the sensation of hands and lips you didn't want on your body, the angry face of Suna and the way Atsumu watched you, the smell of a sweet perfume on him, his shirt wrinkled, hair messed up, was printed on your mind. You wanted to throw up.

Atsumu knew you too, you didn't mind making his shut up when he was too much. Yet, you were drunk and if he watched you in your eyes in that moment he would have knew better or so you hoped but he didn't watch you.

"Yeah. I have to stop." Was the only thing you said, going out of the car without saying anything else. You didn't elaborate anything more, and you hoped for Atsumu to ask, to make you change your mind but he drove away, and you were left there, wondering why you were you but it was okay. He was right. Things needed to change for the better.

That was the end of your friendship because you were a coward and you couldn't say anything else to Atsumu.

#atsumu x you #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #atsumu hq #gin x reader #atsumu angst #suna angst

[issaxcharlie]

Something so right

Pairing: Alive! Luke x Fem reader

Summary: A date with the golden boy of the school reveals Y/N’s and Luke's true feelings for each other and they have no choice but to face what they feel. Who will take the first step?

(The fragments of the song are from Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift)

Luke Patterson was more impatient than usual. 7:30 pm and no sign of his best friend, the one who had never missed a Sunset Curve rehearsal in these two years that they had been playing together.

“Am I the only one worried about Y/N? She is not usually late."

Reggie slaps his forehead, a memory snapping back into his head. "I forgot to tell you she won't be here today, she said something about a date."

The guitarist feels a punch in the stomach, he tries to hide how bitter the news fell on him, but his friends know him better than that.

“A date? With who?” Alex asks, genuinely curious.

“Austin Grayson.”

“Ugh, really Y/N?” But of course it had to be the school's golden boy. Luke can't help not feeling insecure. Austin Grayson is everything Luke Patterson isn't, and that scares him. What if that's what she's really looking for in a partner? He just wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Nice, he really has to like her to invited her despite what everyone says." Bobby responds as he takes advantage of the short break to rest his hands. Reggie and Alex nodding in agreement.

“What do they say?” Luke asks, completely lost.

“Oh please, most of the school thinks you guys are dating. There isn't a day that I don't hear someone call her Patterson’s girl." Alex replies, and Luke looks even more lost.

He can somehow understand why they would think that, he always enjoys having her and feeling her close. Usually touching her hand or arm in some way, hugging her whenever he sees fit. Carrying her books in the hallways or supporting her at her basketball games, just like she accompanies them to all the band's rehearsals and performances, or how she sometimes wears to school the clothes that he 'accidentally' leaves at her home when her mom invites him to dinner. On second thought, it’s easy to understand the confusion.

You don’t know what is happening. Austin is sweet, handsome, smart, and yet you feel nothing. Forced yourself to laugh falsely all night, and couldn't help but think that it would have been more fun to join the boys in rehearsal, especially when they were only a few days away from Sunset Curve's first performance at school.

When you finally get home, you walk with your head on the floor, trying not to make eye contact with your date. Austin gently grabs your chin so you turn to see him.

A fake cough from behind causes you both to jump away from each other. You don't even have to turn to find out who owns that perfect timed cough.

“What are you doing here?” You refuse to turn around, but you know he's smirking anyway.

“It’s movie night, love.” You force one more smile towards Austin as you curse Luke under your breath, who emphasized the last word in that seductive deep voice he sometimes does when he sings and that secretly melts your legs.

“Patterson." Austin tries to get past the awkward moment by participating in the conversation, and Luke responds by approaching and placing his arm on your shoulder.

"Grayson. Thank you for bringing her safe and sound." He sounds sincere, and that makes you smile for real for the first time of the night.

“It was nothing... I should go. Goodnight Y/N, I had a great time.”

Luke lowers his arm from your shoulder and leans back, ashamed of his rare moment of insecurity and letting you say goodbye to the boy.

As soon as he leaves, you turn to see your best friend, who looks sadly at the ground, and you hug him tightly.

Luke has been through very difficult months, and it is easy for someone who is vulnerable to feel insecure, especially in situations new to them. Not to mention that you are definitely not going to fight with the person you love for putting his arm on your shoulder or calling you in an affectionate way, which are things that he usually does, guy in your doorstep or not. You decide that he showing a little jealousy for once is not the end of the world.

“I missed you so much, rockstar.” You murmur still against his chest, your statement only makes him hold you tighter. You can't help but think about how just hugging him for a few seconds makes you so much happier than the whole date you just had.

“I’m sorry for making a scene. No wonder everyone thinks we are dating.“

“I don’t mind. I couldn't wear your cool flannels or your necklaces if I was dating someone. Plus it would take away valuable time that I can use as the president of the Sunset Curve fan club.” He chuckles. You can feel his body relax and his heartbeat begins to calm down. He gives you a sweet kiss in your hair before letting you go.

Best friends walk into the house, and as Y/N goes to change into something more comfortable Luke sits at the kitchen counter to chat with his second female best friend.

"You have to do something quick, I don't want to have you here crying and eating ice cream while she's on some date with some graceless snob.”

The guitarist can't help but laugh. Y/N's mom has always been a music lover and one of his greatest inspirations. She gave him his first guitar and taught him how to play, always supporting him in each of his steps as a musician. She has always loved him like a son, believing in him with all her might and always blindly entrusting him with what she loves most in the world, her daughter Y/N.

“I know, I will I promise. What I felt today when I saw Grayson touch her face and so close to her lips... I never want to experience that again. I was thinking maybe at homecoming? Sunset Curve is going to perform.”

She wrinkles her nose in response and Luke laughs again.

"Yeah too much information, I’m sorry. And I know, but we have to start somewhere. As soon as we get booked at a good enough club you'll be the first guest.”

They both make a pinky promise and smile.

“I’ll make you proud someday. I swear.”

“I’m always proud of you, my sweet boy. I know you’ll do amazing things, just take good care of my princess during tours.”

“You know I will.” They pinky promise again and reunite with Y/N in the living room to watch movies til the teens fall asleep cuddling.

Homecoming day arrived and you don’t have a partner. It is not hard to imagine why, being surrounded by at least one of the Sunset Curve members 24/7, especially Luke who tries to be close to you as much as possible, as if he is afraid that you will forget him if you spend too much time separated. Which is actually something you like, if you are honest with yourself. Is not something you would tell him but feeling him close and having his attention devoted to you most of the time feels quite special.

The date with Austin didn’t feel right and only confirmed what you've been trying to deny yourself for months. You are in love with freakin Luke Patterson. And you are in really deep, loving the good, bad, fun, boring, charming, and annoying parts, absolutely every side of him. And now is the time to finally do something about it.

After the guys show tonight, even more girls will be raining down on them than usual and things could get really messy, it's best to make your move first. Inside your heart you know that he feels the same, and if he doesn't have the courage to act on it then you will.

The first and most important thing you need to do to get the operation going is to kidnap Reggie, Alex and Bobby.

After a little threatening session everyone sang about Luke's idea for tonight, which made you grin like an idiot and feel more confident about your plan. The surprise that he will get when he sees how you sabotaged his plan.

Convincing Luke that it was best for you to come on your own so that they would have more time to prepare was not easy, but in the end you succeeded.

He's not a suit kinda person, but you went along with him to get a dark blue one that looked unreal on him just a few weeks ago, and you knew he would find a way to wear it sleeveless so he will look even more irresistible. You opted for a black dress that fades beautifully to blue towards the bottom of the skirt and in which you really look pretty good If you can say it yourself.

Sunset Curve finishes singing the first song, Now or never. It's time for the song Luke wrote for you, but he turns to see his friends scared when he still can't find you in the crowd. They smile at him and start to play the song they practiced with you just a few hours before.

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards. You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far.”

You walk onto the stage as you start the first verse, Luke is shocked for a few seconds but then grins from ear to ear.

“And you stood there in front of me just... close enough to touch.” He recovers much faster than expected and pulls you by the waist towards him, just the microphone separating you two while he looks at you with the most seductive face you’ve ever seen.

“'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile... Get me with those green eyes, baby as the lights go down.” He blushes a little and smiles while his eyes are locked on your lips, capturing every move.

After what seems like an eternity, the song ends and before you can even say thank you, Luke's lips crash against yours, and it’s even better than what you’ve dreamed plenty of times. All the people start screaming, but you especially hear Reggie and Alex a few steps away who sound pretty happy for you.

“Reggie, an issue occurred, I have to go, sing home is where my horse is if you want to.” Luke whispers to his friend, before effortlessly carrying you off the stage.

“Admit it, you just want to touch my legs.” You joke while he walks with you on his shoulder.

“I’m in love with a really smart girl.” You stay quiet, your heart wants to jump out of your chest and you don’t even want to imagine how red your face is right now.

The guitarist finally brings you down when you leave the building, and you both walk to the park next door, where you met when you were just kids.

"Do you remember exactly how we met?" He asks while taking your hand.

“Reggie and Alex teamed up to destroy you in a game they invented and I was the only one in the park, so you invited me to join your team. And when we managed to win you said that we were the best duo on the face of the earth, that we had to be best friends forever."

“I sound very intense.”

“You are.”

They both laugh at the memory.

"You were still right."

“When did you finally realize that you loved me?” Luke asks, smirking playfully.

“I've known for a long time, but I didn't dare to admit it until recently.”

He completely accepts my answer and sincerity and smiles at me.

“I always knew that we would end up together, you eat me with your eyes when I'm not wearing a shirt.”

His teasing takes effect and you blush just remembering him in that situation.

He smiles cheekily and then takes mercy on you and changes the subject.

“So, we are the best duo on the face of the earth, best friends forever, and now an official couple?”

“That’s right, handsome and smart. Nice.”

Both approach until their lips touch, the kiss begins calm but quickly becomes more passionate, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth, his arms strong on your hips. You let this amazing sensations envelop you and you lose yourself in him, happier than you've ever been.

When you are with the right person, everything feels just right.

Thank you for reading!

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@siennanoelle01 , @totomoshi , @kiss-themoongoodbye , @writerinlearning

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[aquamoonchaii]

•• genre: fluff, angst

•• warning: mentions of alcohol

•• pairing: xiaojun x fem! reader

•• wc: 1.4k

•• collab: Resonance Beach by @amorajae

•• charlie's notes: enjoy this cheesy piece <3

•• summary: you two choose the worst time to argue and separate each other for a while so xiaojun is now a party pooper and he is a sappy drunk asshole. did he even understand what you said that night?

“He is the luckiest asshole in the whole resort.”

“Not as lucky as me, remember I won the tickets to get here in the first place.” YangYang brags and a couple of mocking “thank you sir” echo the room.

“But really, who the fuck brings this alcoholic to his room?” Hendery questions and the man in question scoffs, sitting up just to find all the idiots gathered around him.

"Are you really talking about me….around me?" SiCheng, without a word, grabs his face like searching for something then proceeds to grab his hands and puts them up as he is shirtless. "He is complete, no organs removed or bruises. This guy right here is indeed lucky." Xiaojun furrows his eyebrows as SiCheng gives him a slap on the back, stands up and leaves as everyone follows him talking about what they should have for breakfast but the only rational one stays.

Kun rolls his eyes at his hungover friend when handing him a glass of water with pills he got there. "You know this resort masters at wild parties and strong liquor so why are you drinking so much? The blackout thing and being lightheaded are not sexy nor a good combination."

"I'm a grown man, it's fine."

" I know, that's why no one follows you."

"Don't lie, I heard the bartender calling you."

"...maybe. But that's not the point, how do you even get here?" XiaoJun groans because it's too early for this and he is hungry, thinking how he wants to go home and be at peace. "Whatever, just don't die DeJun. Do you have any news?"

He lowers his head and shakes it, no one really mentions it as they promised to shut up about it hoping he shuts up and enjoy.

Xiaojun indeed has been quiet but drinks one beer and he is sobbing about Y/N once again. Goddamnit. It's been a week of him drowning in his tears and three days of him drowning in alcohol, his friend is really heartbroken and he secretly wonders if this type of codependency is actually good for him.

Kun bites his hand to not call you and ask what happened because XiaoJun won't talk about the whole stuff. You two were basically glued to each other since you started dating and it was a bit awkward but XiaoJun looked happier and you were really nice to everyone.

He wonders if his probably now single friend is going to be alright. For now, he just listens to him talk for a bit and forces him to swallow a lot of healthy snacks so his liver doesn't collapse.

……….

It's been two long days at the resort and everyone is having fun except XiaoJun. He has been basically brought here as another suitcase anyways, one night he has been slurring words about Y/N and how the guys would have to kill him to make him accept the invitation to the resort and the next day he woke up at lunch time with a huge hangover at a king sized bed... at the Resort.

Fuck them all.

Until Kun made some sense because well, they didn't do it to mess with him. Actually, yes but also because XiaoJun was one of the most excited when Yangyang played a stupid lottery and won tickets to a luxury resort for a week. He helped Kun to organize everything for the other chaotic asshats, it was gonna be an unforgettable summer vacation.

Yangyang and the guys approved Y/N so they invited her but no one asked anything, maybe it was because he arrived late at the dorms looking like garbage after meeting you. He remembers reaching them and opening his hand to show them both of your rings, how embarrassing but at least that stopped the questions.

After Kun leaves, he slurs a thank you because he knows he is making this trip a nightmare for him. But a question keeps running through his head, does he actually reach his own dorm by himself?

DeJun can't even stand on his feet when frick an he acts wild almost screaming what he feels because the alcohol softs his vocal chords and makes him rant about his feelings he prefers no to talk about sober.

He doesn't stand up but leans to the little table at his left to search for his wallet and grab a lot of cash, he'll search the person and tip him extra because it's probably one of the service people that looks the worst side of him.

Let's give us some time. It would be good for both of us, DeJun.

Honestly, fuck you.

How is this good?

It was a silly argument that turned into something big as stress and miscommunication clashed, you both hurt each other with harsh words and stormed out in opposite directions. The next day he met you to talk things out and you forgave each other but it had turned awfully when you returned the promise ring to him.

You are not coming back, he can feel it.

Honestly, he wants to run to you and do something for you to get him back. But what if you end things right away? You said something about giving him a week to enjoy himself as the most repetitive thing of him at the argument was you being everywhere and he couldn't breathe.

He sighs, how stupid of him.

Basically, DeJun is the clingy one so that didn't make sense. He was the one expecting for you to come and cuddle him as you bicker with Yangyang as he tried to roast him, you caressing his hair as he played the guitar and sing for you, the little kisses on his cheek when he felts sad, how you didn't leave his hand even when you were paying for the snacks. He loved it, he was the one to search for your hand so you can hold him a bit more.

If you are taking your revenge now, it's working and he wishes once again being at the dorm so the wondering and the waiting eats him alive.

You are not coming back but he is hoping you do somehow.

…….

"DeJun! Are you drunk?" He shakes his head as he arrives at the fun stuff to do, maybe doing something would make him stop thinking about you for a bit. Everyone pats their back as he probably looks like crap and make him go to beach and learn surf.

...it doesn't work but he feels less miserable at least.

No headaches are cool too as night arrives and they are invited to a party. SiCheng bet him 100 dollars he couldn't pass the night without a single shot and he raises an eyebrow.

"I'll be the one who takes you to the dorm, I won't clean anything tho."

"Deal."

The variety of cocktails makes everyone drunk as hell and XiaoJun actually has fun watching Kun dancing on the table as everyone cheers for him. Hendery breaks empty glasses as he tries to do a house of cards with them, he is the one in charge of apologies tonight. SiCheng literally passes out on his lap and he can't move.

Luckily, the staff helps him and takes each asshat to their room and he gets the chance to ask who is the person who takes him to his own room.

"No staff was needed, sir. A lady came the first night and handed me her number so I could call her when you were passed out."

"Uh, what?"

"We allowed it as he addressed herself as your girlfriend. The friend who slept over you confirmed to us she made you arrive safely."

WHAT.

"Can you call her please?"

And there you are coming hurriedly from another side of the resort, waving at the bartender. "Where is he?"

He lifts his hand and nervously waves, you approach him awkwardly and waved too. "So you caught me."

"Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"Well, you weren't in conditions for it."

"And what's the best condition?" He doesn't know how to feel, but being embarrassed is the first thing that gets the best of him as you saw it all.

"Maybe sober?" You shrugged your shoulders and sat down in front of him, his cheeks heated because he remembers talking to someone about how sorry he feels for the woman he loves. "You really don't know how to listen to me, huh?" He looks at you utterly confused but his heart flutters when you extend your hand to him. DeJun carefully grabs yours and lets out a shaky sigh like he has been holding his breath since you left.

"Y/N…"

"There's no need to explain further, I heard it all with hiccups and everything." You chuckle and caress his hand. "It was too extreme for me to return the ring, I'm so sorry for that. But I really thought a week alone would make us think if this relationship was going well and… I felt awful. I literally made you cookies twice and kept forgetting we were on a break. I am not sure how to ask this but, how did your week go?"

"I literally can't see because of how swollen my eyes are. Never do this again please I'm so annoyed I'm going to cry again."

"I won't I promise, I also can't see." You laugh and he looks at you, your sweet eyes lighten up as he stands up and kisses them both over the table as he mutters apologies again.

"Can you keep it as a secret what I did hen drunk?"

"You screamed my name but I loved it." XiaoJun groans and covers his ears as you laugh, he searches his pocket and give shou the ring.

He is never going to drink again but he makes you write on a napkin a promise to wear the ring everywhere.

#nct reactions #wayv reactions #xiaojun #dejun #fic #fluff #resonancebeach #collab #nct collab #xiaojun fic

[dragon-kazansky]

Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 7

You knock on the hotel door twice, firmly. Wanda opened the door swiftly. She had been waiting. You were grinning as you entered the room and all kinds of thoughts were running through her head.

"What happened?"

She follows you over to the beds and watches as you sit down, scrambling to take off your shoes and sit back against the headboard. She got comfortable on her own bed again, having been sat there watching TV while she waited for you.

"We kissed."

The squeal that she made did not sound even remotely human. There was a huge grin on her face as she leaned forward. Wanda to hear every detail.

"What happened? Tell me!"

"Well, we got to The Iron Grill. Helmut was a perfect gentleman, pulling out my seat for me. Stark made a speech that I couldn't care less about, and then out cane the food. It was a taste testing session, basically."

"Taste testing?"

"Yeah, their were samples of every main course meal on his menu. We're talking about two dozen tables each sampling the same things. Then he brought out deserts for us to pick from. Helmut and I chose one each and sampled each others deserts just to try. Honestly, the sweets were the best part. The menu was otherwise standard and not all that interesting."

"Then there can't possibly be anything to worry about," she tilts her head at you.

"Well, about that..."

Her brow furrows as she looks at you. A sudden dread filled her as she waited for your words. Something was very early wrong here.

"Tony Stark had us back at the end when it was all over. He wanted to buy Escorpión Morado from Helmut, claiming he might as well do it now before it fails. He said he would buy it anyway, renovate it to accompany The Iron Grill."

"What? The audacity of that man! What did Zemo do?"

"Well, he got angry, of course! The biggest insult that could be offered was just spoken. You can't just buy Helmut's family business and think that's OK! I stepped in before Stark could any more damage, I defended Helmut ad his restaurant. Then we left. Helmut pulled me to the side and looked at me like I was the only other person in the world. He kissed me and told me to stay

"He is so in love with you."

You chuckle softly.

"What are you going to do?"

You look Wanda on the eye, smiling.

"I'm going to stay."

She leaps off the bed and collides into you, arms wrapping around you as you both both laugh. Wanda is so happy for you. She's so proud of you.

The next morning, over breakfast, Wanda tells you about some of the places she had found for you. She has meant it when she said she would look for somewhere for you.

You were glad she did.

You spent most of the day looking at the places she had found. It was quite fun looking around the apartments with her.

Lunch time rolled around and of course you both headed to your favourite spot. The doors were open and waiting for you.

Helmut was at the bar, talking to Sam, but they both stopped when they saw someone entering.

Suddenly, no one else mattered. You both looked at each other and smiled. Wanda tries not to make a fuss, but she was ecstatic to see her best friend hopelessly in love with the chef in front of them.

Helmut walks around the bar and comes to stand in front of you.

"Hello."

"Hello."

You both just smile at each. His hands reach out for yours and he brings them to his lips, kissing them both.

Helmut wasn't going to hold back.

"How are you?" You ask, very much aware of the other people in the room watching.

"I'm good, I promise."

"Good."

You lift one hand to the side of his face and caress his cheek softly. He melts into your touch, holding your hand there.

Wanda coughs into her fist.

You both drop your hands and turn to her. Sam also looking rather smug from behind the bar.

"What can I get for you?" Helmut asks, making his way back to Sam's side. Wanda and yourself sit at the bar.

"Surprise us," you say, smiling.

Helmut chuckles and nods. He looks at you for a moment before disappearing into the kitchen.

Wanda and Sam share a look.

Sam fixes you both a drink.

"So, what have you two been up to then?"

"We were looking at apartments," Wanda tells him.

"Apartments? You're thinking of moving here?"

"I am, yeah," you say, smiling down at the counter.

"Zemo really got through to you, didn't he?" He grins.

You glance up at him.

"Yes, he did. I think... I think he needs me, now more than ever. His pride and joy is being threatened and we have to do something to save it."

"No wonder he's so in love with you," Sam chuckles.

The more they say it, the more embarrassing it becomes, but also, the more true it feels.

Helmut returns with two dishes in hand, he places them down in front of you and comes to stand opposite you.

"Enjoy," he whispers, voice a little raspy, and most definitely sexy. Did he do that on purpose?

You glance at him before tucking in.

"Thank you."

As always the food is delicious.

Wanda and Sam end up conversing with each other as you and Helmut get lost in your own conversation. He can see only you when you're in the room.

"Wanda and I were looking at apartments," you tell him.

Helmut's smile seems to grow.

"You're going to stay?"

"Yes."

He leans over the bar and captures your lips in a fierce kiss. You smile into it, no longer caring about Wanda sitting right beside you.

You're so very happy!

"Then don't look any further," Helmut says, pulling away, but not too far away. He wanted to remain close to you.

"Why?"

"Because you could come live with me. I don't live far. My place is big enough for the two of us."

"Are you asking me to move in with you?"

"Only if you're comfortable doing so. I don't mean to move things along so quickly, but I have a spare room you can have."

You glance at Wanda.

She nods rather quickly.

Your eyes meet with Helmut's again and you smile.

"Alright."

Just when he thinks you can't make him any happier, you do. He kisses you again. You're laughing softly as you kiss him back, reaching for his hands that were resting on either side of your face.

"I must be the luckiest man alive."

You chuckle, lowering his hands and smiling at him.

"I would say I'm the lucky one."

"You two are so cute, its sickening," Wanda grins.

Both yourself and Zemo laugh. He stands upright, the distance between you feeling large now.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," you say, going back to your unfinished meal.

"I'm glad you are," Zemo smiles.

"I'll make sure they move in quickly," Wanda chimes in.

"Enough about me, what are we going to do about Stark?" You look at Zemo.

"What can I do? He is sure he is going to be a success here and that I will fall. Everything my father created will just fade into nothing and I'll have to go elsewhere. I'll work for Stark when Hell freezes over," he sighs.

"Then, we have to do something big."

"Like what?" Wanda asks, looking at you.

"What if we give Escorpión Morado a make over of our own? Reinvent the menu, have a grand opening of our own. Remind people that this place is here."

Helmut looks at you at so softly.

"You would help me do that?"

"Of course! I need time to become a citizen of Sokovia, but then I'm all yours!" You smile at him.

"All mine?"

"...yes."

If it weren't for Wanda and Sam looking at him, he would kissed you again.

"Then we better get started," Wanda said, pulling out her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking up what we have to do to make you a citizen. You'll move in with tall, dark, and handsome chef over here, work in the beat restaurant in the country, and live happily ever after!" She grins.

"This isn't a fairytale, Wanda," you laugh.

"It's much better than that," Helmut said, looking at you with big soft eyes.

"I'm really doing this."

"Yes, you are."

You smile at him.

For the rest if your stay in Sokovia, you visit the restaurant every day. Helmut shows you where his apartment is, letting you look around. It's very him. Wanda gets all the details you'll need for moving here, and before you know it, you're standing outside the airport with Zemo's arms around you.

"Next time you come back, you'll be here to stay."

"Yes. Just like you asked me to," you say, softly in his ear.

"Don't keep me waiting too long."

"I won't. I'll be back before you know it."

You pull away from one another to look at each other. He has this huge goofy grin on his face as he looks at you.

"I want to tell you something, but I don't know if it's the time to say it," he says, almost whispering.

"What is it?"

He licks his bottom lip, seemingly quite nervous. His eyes flicker between yours, trying to make up his mind on if he should say it or not.

He's going to say it.

"I love you."

You smile.

You kiss him, hands tugging at his collar to bring him to you. His hands settle on you as he kisses you back just as urgently.

"I love you too," you say, breaking away from him.

"We to go!" Wanda calls from behind you.

"I'll see you soon," you tell him.

"I'll be waiting for you!"

You regretfully let go of him and grab your bags. Helmut watches you as you wall with Wanda into the airport. He hates seeing you leave again, but knows that when you come back, you'll be coming back to him, to stay.

You blow a kiss at him before you disappear from sight.

He smiles.

Things feel like they're turning out for the better, and he feels over the moon.

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[fourheavenlysins]

Kinktober 2021

day 2 - dacryphilia

Category: Ratchet and Clank

Pairing: Emperor Nefarious

Warning: crying, slight verbal abuse

—I got a little carried away and this one is longer than the first one and now I feel bad 😂—

"I-I'm sorry."

You had been thrown to the ground, but you didn't bother getting back to your feet. You messed up big time and you didn't know if you'd make it out of this situation.

"Oh you poor stupid thing." Emperor Nefarious looked down at you disappointed.

"Do you understand how much your failure has cost me." The tyrant catching sight of your tail sprawled out on your side quickly brought his foot down firmly on the tip.

You let out a small scream as tears started blurring your vision. He squatted down infront of you, his foot still firmly on your tail.

"All because you fell in love with the Lombax. I have eyes on you in this city I see the way you gush over her."

He grabbed your face between his metal fingers causing you to sob. You were scared.

"N-no I.." You were struggling to get words out. Between your hiccups and his hand squeezing your cheeks you couldn't properly form words. Hell, you could barely form a thought.

"Don't forget your worthless father sold you to me." Now he was just rubbing it in.

"You belong to me." He emphasize each 'me' by squeezing your face a little more, to remind you of the situation you were in.

You didn't need reminders.

Memories of your father filled your mind, you were happier then. Just like how Rivet made you happy and now you were positive she never wanted to see you again.

You began crying more thinking of how stupid you were for believing you'd be free of him and how stupid you were for crying.

You always were a crybaby.

Emperor Nefarious stood up letting go of your face and removing his foot from your now numb tail. Just as quickly as the pain left you it came back, screaming a second time as his hand had went straight to your hair tugging it and dragging you along with him as he moved to his chair.

He released you and went to sit silently staring at your sobbing form on the floor. When you made no sign of moving from your spot, he raised one hand lifting you in the process with his power and bringing you over to him.

He placed you in his lap straddling him in his chair. He grabbed your chin to force you to look at him, tears still streaming down your face.

"Show your Emperor how much you love him," he mocked slipping his hand down the front of your loose pants.

You gasped feeling his cold metal fingers begin to gently rub against you. His other hands metallic fingers digging into your tear stained cheeks as he made you look at him.

A soft moan left your mouth as his finger slowly began to enter you. Tears began to fall from your eyes ones again, you hated how much you enjoyed what he was doing to you.

You were panting now as his finger picked up its pace. Your hands went to grip at his forearms to try and steady yourself as you began to lightly buck into his hand.

"Look at you, so desperate and crying." He squeezed your face.

"Makes this so much fun."

You never fought him when he got like this, why should you when it was easier to just give him what he wanted.

After all, being a crybaby is what has kept you alive this long.

#Kinktober 2021 #fan fiction #emperor nefarious #emporer nefarious x reader #Reader insert #degeneracy at its finest #i simp for this robot and regular Nefarious too #But like damn #👀 #is it just me? #ratchet and clank

[karliahs]

hello! this is over 500 words, i hope you don't mind. i just like this whole part so much i couldn't cut it XD if it is a bother just cut from the end until it's 500. love you!

Tim had always noticed people, collected little details about them in his head whether he intended to or not, but he thinks his observations used to be about happier things, though it’s hard to remember exactly how he was, how he felt, before - it wasn’t the kind of thing he ever tried to memorise, the kind of thing he ever thought he could lose. Now he finds himself taking note of the coworker who comes back from their lunch break with faint puffy red marks around their eyes, or the older guy who checks his phone with something like dread in his eyes. Danny would have called it his older brother instincts (but what good did those instincts do him? ).

Tim blinks back to the present, realising he’s been pushing a napkin over the same spot of floor for a while now. Jon offers him a hand up, though he braces himself on the bar with his other hand before he does. Tim takes care not to let Jon take too much of his weight as he’s hauled back up.

“Ah, thank you. And apologies, again,” Jon murmurs, gesturing awkwardly at Tim’s lightly-beered clothes.

“Happens to everyone,” Tim says easily. Jon still looks lightly anguished, and Tim silently wishes this could have happened to someone else, someone with the confidence to laugh it off. “I’m always convinced I’m going to drop something when I go in the silent study bit of the library,” Tim offers.

“Ah...that worry hadn’t actually occurred to me,” Jon replies, solemn enough that Tim can’t really tell if he’s joking.

Tim finger-guns. “Any other anxieties I can stir up while you’re over here?”

“I’m quite capable of stoking my own neuroses, thank you.”

Jon glances over his shoulder at the tables the rest of the department are occupying, perhaps doing the same thing as Tim and trying to psyche himself up for some more hollow smalltalk. Tim notes that his jacket seems slightly large on him, but in a way that kind of works. The collar of his shirt is slightly out of place beneath it. There’s a lump forming in Tim’s throat, even though nothing is happening - nothing but standing close to someone, noticing the little signs that they’re real and alive entirely independent from him. He’s aware, as he always is, of the hollow pit in his stomach, pain ebbing and flowing but never gone, new flares thrown off from a familiar wound, now pulsing with a kind of loneliness. All this, just from standing close to someone and trying to make them feel better about a mistake that didn’t matter.

“I...might go out for a smoke,” Jon murmurs eventually.

And here’s where Tim could say sure, wave him off and go back to moping, buy everyone an obligatory round, flex his meaningless chat muscles and be home by half 9. “Mind if I join you?” he asks instead, and to his surprise Jon nods immediately, as if he’d been hoping Tim would say that.

They duck outside to find dark clouds have given way to an anticlimactic drizzle. They stay close to the pub, shielded from the rain by the slight overhang of the roof. Jon fumbles with a lighter and Tim finds his gaze drifting over the rain-slick streets. It’s been a while since he’s been...anywhere, really, other than work and his flat. Longer than he can remember since he was outside in the never-quite-dark of the city.

Despite himself, Tim finds himself admiring the buildings across the way, modern painted shop-fronts on the ground floor giving way to weathered brick and occasional stone carvings above. It was the first thing he’d loved about London, how you only had to look up to catch a glimpse of its history, and it almost wounds him all over again, that that love isn’t gone too. It would be easier if he was just one thing, all the way lost. It would be easier if he didn’t still love the world that killed Danny.

Jon lights his cigarette, and silently holds the lighter out to Tim. Tim shakes his head, and Jon doesn’t question him about why he’s come out here if he doesn’t smoke. Doesn’t press about the way Tim must be looking; he knows he’s never had much of a poker face. Danny tried to teach him poker, on a visit home from uni; Tim left for six weeks and came back to playing cards and strategy guides everywhere - his brother, who never sit still even in his own head -

“Where were you, before this?” Jon asks. Tim wouldn’t have pegged him for a smoker, but he looks immediately more relaxed with a cigarette in his hands. Nice hands, too. It would be easier, if he didn’t-

“Publishing,” Tim answers, before he can drift again. He wants to say more, to make sure this undemanding presence isn’t going to leave his side, but his throat is still tight. “You?”

Jon frowns, as if debating something to himself, then gives a tiny rueful smile. “Tesco.”

Tim grins. “Was it a haunted Tesco?”

“Only by customers,” Jon replies, dry as bone.

from: please leave a light on when you go

HELLO, this is 1000 years late and for that i apologise!! i absolutely do not mind that it is over 500 words. tbh i'd do these for whole fics if enough people were interested!

Tim had always noticed people, collected little details about them in his head whether he intended to or not, but he thinks his observations used to be about happier things, though it’s hard to remember exactly how he was, how he felt, before - it wasn’t the kind of thing he ever tried to memorise, the kind of thing he ever thought he could lose. Now he finds himself taking note of the coworker who comes back from their lunch break with faint puffy red marks around their eyes, or the older guy who checks his phone with something like dread in his eyes. Danny would have called it his older brother instincts (but what good did those instincts do him? ).

i think i've talked about my tim just genuinely loving people in general feelings in another one of these answers, but it continues to be true. makes sense to be for a character demonstrated to be both smart and gregarious. i also wanted to muse on how formative traumatic events both change us and don't - tim still cares about the people around him, but now he's unconciously looking for pain

i am not immune to older brother tim feelings...i am especially not immune to them being directed at jon...

Tim blinks back to the present, realising he’s been pushing a napkin over the same spot of floor for a while now. Jon offers him a hand up, though he braces himself on the bar with his other hand before he does. Tim takes care not to let Jon take too much of his weight as he’s hauled back up.

part of the reason pre-series jontim is so fun is thinking about what would draw these two together. one answer is that i imagine jon as someone who would want/need a particular kind of consideration from those he's friends with, and i imagine tim as someone who's very good about noticing what people need and working around it without it being a huge thing

i was surprised that dyspraxic jon is not already a tag! or even just 'dyspraxia' does not seem to be a tag. i've read a lot of good fic involving various mobility issues for jon and this is a hc that i think makes sense (and that i hope i portrayed sensitively)

apparently the only tims i write are just regularly dissociating. i have no justification for this except that grief is really good at displacing you from time and also it's a convenient narrative device for dipping in and out of internal monologue

“Ah, thank you. And apologies, again,” Jon murmurs, gesturing awkwardly at Tim’s lightly-beered clothes.

“Happens to everyone,” Tim says easily. Jon still looks lightly anguished, and Tim silently wishes this could have happened to someone else, someone with the confidence to laugh it off. “I’m always convinced I’m going to drop something when I go in the silent study bit of the library,” Tim offers.

“Ah...that worry hadn’t actually occurred to me,” Jon replies, solemn enough that Tim can’t really tell if he’s joking.

Tim finger-guns. “Any other anxieties I can stir up while you’re over here?”

“I’m quite capable of stoking my own neuroses, thank you.”

lifting tim's fear here directly from my uni days. quiet libraries...so good at making me feel like i'm about to start emitting 1000 noises (i now work in a library but it's not a quiet one so we're mostly good)

jon who is jokes in a v specific deadpan way that a lot of people don't get...a good headcanon

trying to inject the right amount of slightly awkward formality into jon's dialogue is hard but fun...that last sentence i think i thought about a lot even though it's a short/simple thought. gotta make it sound like a short/simple Jon thought

another reason they would like each other right off the bat - banter

Jon glances over his shoulder at the tables the rest of the department are occupying, perhaps doing the same thing as Tim and trying to psyche himself up for some more hollow smalltalk. Tim notes that his jacket seems slightly large on him, but in a way that kind of works. The collar of his shirt is slightly out of place beneath it. There’s a lump forming in Tim’s throat, even though nothing is happening - nothing but standing close to someone, noticing the little signs that they’re real and alive entirely independent from him. He’s aware, as he always is, of the hollow pit in his stomach, pain ebbing and flowing but never gone, new flares thrown off from a familiar wound, now pulsing with a kind of loneliness. All this, just from standing close to someone and trying to make them feel better about a mistake that didn’t matter.

jon in big jacket...as the kids say, hot jon rights

i've also talked about this in another one of these but man. the little details that make it feel real that someone is there close to you. when you are lonely the reality of other people right there just out of your reach suddenly drives home

"a mistake that didn't matter" tim is always thinking about the mistakes that did matter :(

“I...might go out for a smoke,” Jon murmurs eventually.

And here’s where Tim could say sure, wave him off and go back to moping, buy everyone an obligatory round, flex his meaningless chat muscles and be home by half 9. “Mind if I join you?” he asks instead, and to his surprise Jon nods immediately, as if he’d been hoping Tim would say that.

i think jon here is like i think i am enjoying talking to this person but on some level would be relieved to stop, so i will take a punt as to whether or not he is also a smoker and let fate decide. luckily for him tim is not a smoker but he does crave human connection

They duck outside to find dark clouds have given way to an anticlimactic drizzle. They stay close to the pub, shielded from the rain by the slight overhang of the roof. Jon fumbles with a lighter and Tim finds his gaze drifting over the rain-slick streets. It’s been a while since he’s been...anywhere, really, other than work and his flat. Longer than he can remember since he was outside in the never-quite-dark of the city.

Despite himself, Tim finds himself admiring the buildings across the way, modern painted shop-fronts on the ground floor giving way to weathered brick and occasional stone carvings above. It was the first thing he’d loved about London, how you only had to look up to catch a glimpse of its history, and it almost wounds him all over again, that that love isn’t gone too. It would be easier if he was just one thing, all the way lost. It would be easier if he didn’t still love the world that killed Danny.

mostly my reaction when i have had to be in london is some level of :/ but maybe i do think fondly of some of it. cities at night...the weird mash up and modern & ancient in uk buildings that i always took for granted until i didn't. also hello architechture-buff tim

rereading this it's just very obvious to me that i wrote this during lockdown...like oh imagine going to a place and seeing a person. magical. effervescent

i do love them huddling close to keep out of the rain here...thematically appropriate, it is sad battered people against the world time, and also circumstance bringing you literally close to someone and having that change/spark something

the last line distresses me, the person who wrote it. i don't know if i have much to add to it really. sometimes the most painful part of living through something is waking up the next day and finding that you are still alive and a real person capable of being touched by the world

tim blames both himself and the world for killing danny. sure hope that blame and hatred doesn't rise up and send him into a spiral of self-destruction some day. would be a real bummer if that happened and ultimately led to his death via clown murder explosion

Jon lights his cigarette, and silently holds the lighter out to Tim. Tim shakes his head, and Jon doesn’t question him about why he’s come out here if he doesn’t smoke. Doesn’t press about the way Tim must be looking; he knows he’s never had much of a poker face. Danny tried to teach him poker, on a visit home from uni; Tim left for six weeks and came back to playing cards and strategy guides everywhere - his brother, who never sit still even in his own head -

“Where were you, before this?” Jon asks. Tim wouldn’t have pegged him for a smoker, but he looks immediately more relaxed with a cigarette in his hands. Nice hands, too. It would be easier, if he didn’t-

“Publishing,” Tim answers, before he can drift again. He wants to say more, to make sure this undemanding presence isn’t going to leave his side, but his throat is still tight. “You?”

Jon frowns, as if debating something to himself, then gives a tiny rueful smile. “Tesco.”

Tim grins. “Was it a haunted Tesco?”

“Only by customers,” Jon replies, dry as bone.

thank you for choosing this passage because now i have noticed/will edit the last sentence in the first paragraph, which is missing a word and does not scan right (should be 'who could never sit still even in his own head')

'Nice hands, too. It would be easier, if he didn’t-' hot. jon. rights. also connecting the 'maybe it would be easier if i wasn't still alive and real and capable of feeling' thing to noticing, appreciating, wondering if he wants something with jon

jon has definitely not told anyone else at the institute that he was in customer service before this. proud of him for this brief moment of trust. also between this and martin having told tim about his CV, i think people just look at tim and are like yeah here are my career-related secrets

i also just love imagining jon in customer service. and as someone who did not work in customer service at the time of writing this fic but now does, i mostly do not view customers as hauntings (library patrons are mostly chill) - unless it is 10 minutes until we close, in which case they are the absolute bane of my existence

#asks #anonymous #please leave a light on when you go #jontim #tma / #talking #no you cannot use a computer no you cannot start a long conversation about brexit we are CLOSING #long post