#you're not encouraging me to watch the LA with this shit

[verfound]

Look, Tumblr, since you insist on making it a Thing...

Someone please explain to me why they went through the hassle of makeup and prosthetics for the "bad" pirates but didn't let Usopp keep his nose??????

#one piece #netflix one piece #live action one piece #one piece usopp #usopp #look I haven't watched one piece in years #but it was a favorite in my weeabo days #you're not encouraging me to watch the LA with this shit #give Usopp back his nose you cowards

[boxblondiecoops]

You should write something about joe cooper and someone on his team! It would be such a cute idea since I saw your recent post lol 😭

- Saphari ★

Hello Saphari!!!

You're my first ask! I hope your doing amazing! Ok, I'm gonna warn you, my writing is chaotic as shit and probably scrambled as hell. I'm gonna start with bullet points and see where my brain takes us. Let's gooooooo~

It's gender neutral and mostly him having a crush but ya know.

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Ok. So based off my obsession memory with how he acts around Jenna.............. He turns into a fucking golden retriever.

Same goes for when he's with you.

Like same big blue eyes, same dopey smile. Constantly jumping up to take care of stuff you need/want. He will even tie your shoes for you without you even so much as asking.

Oh, need some water during a sweltering practice? Here's a cold bottle, just for you. It even has your nicknames first initial on the cap with a lil heart with it. Or maybe your player number.

Need a snack because you forgot to eat before a game or something? Oh, lookie, he has your favorite! Actually, he has about eight of em, just in case you need more than one pick me up.

Listen, you guys have to hang out after the games and before the games and all the time.

If you don't wanna come over, he whines and complains to Remer all the time and every. single. time. Remer rolls his eyes so h a r d.

He curls up on the couch, watching his old game and hugging a pillow WISHING desperately it was you.

He's such a lonely guy, please go hold him. He'll gladly be the lil spoon, big spoon, the fucking fork, he doesn't care. He just needs you to hold him.

So naturally you've come over and hung out (more than once) and played some Nintendo and drank some beer if you like too, but he won't push it. He's just happy you're here.

In the house, he has a designated spot on the couch JUST for you. It's right next to his but no one else can sit there.......... Except maybe the dog. MAYBE.

If your allergic or even nervous of his dog, or even the cat for that matter, he'll move them to a seperate room and keep them in there when you hang out.

Although if your allergic he vacuums like the entire house before you come over, even doing the couch.

During games, he's the most supportive dweeb ever. He cheers, like, the loudest in the dug out if your psych out hits the way you practiced. He bounces around and claps.

If it doesn't, he pats you on the shoulder and tells you it was awesome and you guys can tweak it later.

He loves you in the uniform. He won't say it................ But like he stares at you so much. You're so pretty to him he just can't not look at you. He's smitten.

You are the ONLY person on the team allowed to score with La-Z-Boy. He trusts you so, so much with it.

Now imagine you got distracted, waiting your turn on the bench, your name gets called, saying your next up and he gives his prized ball a gentle throw to you and is just like

"Go kill it!" And he's blushing a little bit and almost giggles when you smile and jog off to the pitch.

He knows you won't pop it or fuck with it. It means the world to him and so do you so seeing you use it makes him blush and lean over the railing and just watch you.

Remer definitely fucking laughs at him tho... But also highly encourage him.

"My bestie is soooo in love!" *wipes fake tear*

"Shuddup!"

If you pop a home run with his ball? He's on cloud fucking nine, jumping up and down.

Oh god, if you score the winning game, he rushes at you and picks you up, spinning you around and smiling up at you like you hung the moon and the stars and he just really fucking loves you.

He is constantly waving to you from the pitch if you aren't on the field. Like the straight arm lil wave

Please, can we talk about his eyes? He has the prettiest fucking blue eyes. He looks at you all the time like you personally crafted his favorite constellations or just handed him a signed baseball bat from Reggie Jackson himself.

Like come on. He's so fucking cute, I can't with him. Look!!! Look at him! ↷

The tension.

The tension during practice?

Especially if the team isn't there and it's just the two of you???

STOP SHUT UP

HOLD ON THE CLICHE ASS "lemme stand behind you and, like, move you in the proper way" CLICHE SHIT PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

He has game for once!!!!

He stands behind you, hands on your waist, guiding you to stand directly across from the net. He makes sure your holding the ball right (basketballs are hard for me to hold- I have small hands) and even shows you the proper follow through.

And he's fully pressed against your back because I said so and he's so warm and big and everyone talks about how big Remer is but Coop is big too!!!!!

He smiles and gives you pointers on your stance and how to aim and shit- and he's such a sweetheart about it.

Like if you miss he claps and grabs the ball and is like "oh, good try! Let's do it again, but a little bit more like this-" and shows you how to do it and adjusts you to be right.

But he's genuinely so nice about his critiques and is so sweet and is painfully and obliviously so into you and stares at your lips a lot and-

Putmeincoach

Oh my god hold on

Y'all does he have like a "call me coach" thing???

You call him coach as a tease and he smiles and shakes his head and puts his hands on his hips.

.......... Call him that in front of the team and he gets majorly flustered.

I might need to write some suggestive shit on this topic later. This is like all I got for right now. I'm only thinking dirty shit uh-

#trey parker #baseketball #joe cooper #trey parker x reader #trey parker x male reader #joe cooper x reader #joe cooper x male reader #joe cooper thoughts #baseketball x reader #baseketball x male reader #matt stone #matt stone x reader #doug remer #doug remer x reader #doug remer x male reader #trey parker and matt stone

[shaunsummers]

And Boom Goes the Dynamite

"It's not hateful." The edge of Lilith's smile blooms with a sound of humor. "I like that about you. It lets me know you're not some piece of shit." Truth be told, she never experienced that look directed at her before and it held a power that could tear away a rotten mood in an instant. "You're sweet and you mean it."

Simultaneously softening her voice and touch, Lilith inches closer to narrow the space in-between them. It felt so innocent, and reminiscent of highschool, to have the simple brush of their forms swell her chest and spark that small twinge of nervousness. Leaning to moment, her hand gently tucks Shaun's arm around her. The elation radiating from her face left Lilith fighting against the same to display. Though, she knew it was obvious all the same. She was helplessly charmed. What could she do? "Now you've got me cooking you warm meals and watching marathons of LA Ink like some smitten house wife."

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With all of the back and forth teasing, she didn't expect Lilith's earnestness or the praise that lay within it. Maybe previous experience had messed with her brain, but showing her hand and letting on how much she cared was always the exact point where everything would go sideways. Ash had called her a doormat because of it. And, she'd certainly felt like one after Siren. So, this whole different take—it being a good thing, a desirable thing—set her off-kilter. How Lilith was looking at her now, too...she was starting to understand the sentiment. Was this how it was supposed to be?

"Well...it's you." Shaun admits, as if the response was plenty of explanation in and of itself. As Lilith snuggled in closer, it only encouraged the affection in her stare, and to push her further into the temptation to touch her. The foreign shock of nerves diverted Shaun's fingers to play gently through her hair, but it manages to trail up to her face, anyway, brushing lightly under her jaw and across her cheek. "To be fair, you can run circles around me in the kitchen. And look way cuter doing it." Shaun smiles guiltlessly under her own flattery. She'd been thinking it all along, regardless. Now, she could actually say it.

"But...it is fucked up we're watching my shows after you've put in all that work." She laughs lightly, finding herself quite smitten, too. And, subconsciously, Shaun's eyes flit down to her lips before quickly snapping back upward. "I can handle some Project Runway."

[imperator-titus]

If I could come up with a title for this series, I would, but I can't.

Thank you to the few people enjoying my work! It has encouraged me (probably a little too much.) This one is pretty long. There may be a lull soon simply because I haven't finished Act 3 on my own so I don't really have an idea for how that'll go. I also don't really know how it'll go in general because this is a fairly sanitized version of my daily daydream material. Concepts ranged from Rowan being a 'minor death deity that Withers pulled into Toril' to 'Rowan can do a lot of things with the power of imagination and suddenly she's a Sister of Battle punching Steel Watchers or a cyberninja a la Cyberpunk getting the Party out of trouble.'

Anyway, Tags (Trying to update when I realize something should probably be tagged): Astarion x Tav (Rowan, not reader, human, agender AFAB but lets the team refer to them as female), Canon x OC, Isekai, Angst, All the Vampirism Warnings (Blood, Biting, etc.), Sexually suggestive situations, Allusions/Mentions of Suicide, Memory Loss, Gender Dysphoria

The group had infiltrated the goblin camp yesterday and decided to take a day to properly rest and come up with a plan. ‘Plan’ was a rather loose word, mostly consisting of “turn goblins into bloody pulp and ash” and bullshitting.

Rowan was, of course, still in a sour mood from her last encounter with Astarion. He was still doing his best to avoid her, lest she turn that icy glare on him again. Everyone noticed and he did a poor job of lying.

“Maybe you should come with us,” Karlach offered a little hopefully as she watched the others’ breakfast being made. “I find it pretty relieving to take out my bad mood on something squishy and gross like a goblin.”

“I think, perhaps, Rowan could talk to us first, instead of putting herself in harm’s way,” Wyll rebutted with a wry smile. “You know, it's been some time and we don't really know much about you.”

“Not much to tell,” she responded woodenly, stirring the potatoes she was frying.

“But where are you from? You're clearly not from Faerûn. But you can speak with us, so it can't be anywhere too exotic,” the Blade continued to ponder aloud. Gale scoffed.

“Ridiculous. You didn't see her when first we arrived on that abysmal shoreline. She was clearly plucked from Faerûn when the nautiloid went through some temporal shift between planes.”

“Heyyy,” Karlach started cautiously, holding up a warding hand towards the woman in question, “why are you almost as red as me? Are you alright?”

Rowan screeched. Loud, piercing, and feral. Everyone recoiled. Lae’zel half-drew a knife. With seething rage, the human hurled her spatula into the ground by her feet with enough force that it sank in a few inches with a satisfying shnk.

“You want to know if I’m alright?!” she screamed, looking them all in the eye, settling on Astarion’s for a few moments. “I am actively going insane, and you’re all compelled to make it worse!

“You’re right, I'm not from here. I don't even know where this place is in relation to where I'm from. Why am I terrified all the time? Why do I ask you dumb questions?” She pointed into the sky with a rage-trembling finger. “That's not my moon! Those aren't my stars! The only things that talk are humans. Elves, dragons, magic? Make-believe tales for children. The dead stay dead and they have nothing to say to us. The existence of God? Practically a matter of philosophy.

“As if it wasn't enough that I am in a place that I am wholly ill-equipped and untrained for, every day I wake up on this horrifying rock and forget a piece of what my life was like before. I have been standing here, making our food, while desperately trying to remember the faces and names of people I loved, the things I've done, the shit that makes me me, and you all come up and fucking prod me about stuff that means nothing  to me. I spent our first week here debating the possibility that I've died and this is my own personal hell, which I didn’t believe in until I was being constantly tortured by this place. The person I shared most of my life with is just a shapeless fucking shadow now. I have almost completely lost the concept of who I am as a person. Nevermind that you” Rowan singled out Astarion with an accusatory finger “keep saying and doing things to me that make me want to peel off my own skin on a near-daily basis because for some reason I’ve now long forgotten, they trigger a deep-seeded revulsion at the concept of my having a corporeal form that I am unfortunate enough to still inhabit.

“So, to answer your question; no, I’m not alright! Make your own fucking last meal before you get eaten by goblins.” Rowan turned on her heel and confidently walked out of camp.

She was out of sight by the time anyone could speak.

“Do you think she’s telling the truth?” Gale asked, an inquisitive finger on his chin. “A world with no magic? How would that even work?”

“The worm has scrambled her senses,” Lae’zel said dismissively. “There is no reason to believe anything she says. You should have allowed me to put her down long ago.”

“But it would explain everything, wouldn't it?” Karlach uncertainly voiced, crossing her arms. “She didn’t even trust the vegetables.”

“I cannot imagine losing my very sense of being, surrounded by strangers in a strange land. And to not even have an inkling of combat training,” Wyll mused with a sad shake of his head.

“Well-” Astarion started, one emphatic hand frozen in the air and the other on his hip, before huffing in frustration.

“You were going to say ‘good riddance’, weren’t you?” Shadowheart teased with a sly smile. She knew he couldn’t say it.

The vampire sighed and lowered his hand. “It’s hard to say good-bye to a reliable meal that cleans its neck.”

“Are you crazy?!” Karlach cried, clenching her fists and furrowing her brow. Her fire blazed for a moment before she turned to gather her equipment. “We can’t let her go out alone!”

“Surely she’s coming back? She left her things,” Gale pointed out.

“Wizards really are idiots,” Karlach said over her shoulder with clear annoyance. “Rowan knows she won’t make it out there on her own! A bedroll isn’t going to change that.”

“The danger will either teach her to fend for herself or cull the weak,” Lae’zel pointed out before returning to her tent.

Karlach growled and made a rude gesture in the githyanki’s direction. Astarion also turned to leave, but the tiefling carefully pinched his shirt between her claws just briefly enough to tug him and ruin his balance. “No you don’t, you leech, you’re coming with me.”

“Why me?” Astarion whined, trying to see if she scorched his one decent shirt. “You might recall that she has been very unpleasant towards me lately. I don’t think this is the face that will win her back,” he argued, flamboyantly fanning his hands from below his chin to the sides of his face, smiling as he did so. The smile dropped, replaced by a glower as he flicked his hand in the wizard’s direction. “Take Gale.”

“Nope, you got the most to apologize for. Now put your leathers on and let’s go.”

In a few minutes they were on the road, just the two of them. Astarion debated whether or not Karlach was going to singe his ear off before he muttered, “This is ridiculous.”

“I know, deep down, you don’t mean that.”

Astarion scoffed. “How much complaining must I do before you lot realize that I don’t want to do good things?”

“Have you ever considered that maybe you were a good person before Cazador?”

“I don’t see what that has to do with now.”

“You’ve had a hard go of it, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a dickhead to everyone.”

“This is probably a bad time to say that I’ve been letting you go in the wrong direction for the past 5 minutes?”

Karlach roared. Astarion veered a few steps away to avoid being burned. “What’s wrong with you?!”

Sheepishly, he started leading her in a different direction. “I think the answer to that should be quite obvious.”

Karlach stomped beside him for a bit before becoming visibly confused. “Wait, how do you know the right way?”

“I can smell her blood on the wind,” he answered theatrically, fingertips twinkling in the air like magic. Karlach’s eyes went wide in shock.

“She’s hurt already?!” Astarion rolled his eyes.

“No, darling, it’s just a vampire thing.” Karlach walked silently for a few more beats.

“Like one of those dogs that track something by its smell?” she asked rather innocently. Astarion bristled.

“No.” He eventually sighed in defeat. “Yes, like a scent hound.”

It wasn’t that long before they caught up to Rowan. They found her on the stretch of beach where she and Shadowheart had awoken and started this journey together.

“What is she doing? This isn’t that far from camp,” Astarion pointed out, almost a little miffed. “I thought she was going to find a dragon or something to gobble her up.”

“Looks like she’s fishing, big guy,” Karlach answered earnestly, unsquinting her eyes. “And you are going to go ask her how it’s going.”

Astarion huffed. “What if I mess this up? I’m going to mess this up. Apologies and caring aren’t exactly some of my strong suits.”

“Then I’ll drag her back. She might be a little crispy, but better than goblin food.” When Astarion started to argue, Karlach pointed a firm finger toward the beach. His shoulders sagged in defeat before he rolled them back to swagger with his usual self-importance.

The beach was an absolute mess. The forgotten bodies of dead fishermen were mostly bones, their flesh taken by both animals and the elements. Fetid piles of goo pooled under the nautiloid’s hulking tentacles. Thankfully, a breeze was pushing the smell away from them.

Rowan remained seated as he approached, but an ever-so-slight turn of her head indicated that she knew he was there. “I’ll be honest, you're probably the second-to-last one I expected to look for me.”

“Darling, I’m hurt.” He feigned a blow to his ego, but realized she couldn’t see. With a tone like a lady-in-waiting looking for something scandalous, he asked, “Who's the first?”

“Karlach,” she answered immediately.

“Well, she’s here too,” he said after a deflating huff. “Almost ruined my shirt dragging me out here.”

Rowan didn't respond, merely flicked the end of her fishing pole. Astarion could hear her breath change slightly for a moment before returning to normal. Actual normal, not that high-chested cornered-animal breathing she usually did. Her heart beat a steady rhythm in his ears. 

“Fishing? Really? We thought you were looking for a way to kill yourself.”

“I liked fishing. I still remember that,” she told him calmly.

“I think I’d rather die,” he remarked before lowering himself onto a nearby rock that wasn't too dirty. A few moments passed in silence as he tried to figure out how this whole apology thing was supposed to work.

“What’s it like?” Rowan asked before he could even start to find the words. Red eyes flicked over to her, but her attention remained on the water. “Forgetting who you are?”

“Well, I lost myself all at once, so I’m not sure that it compares.” He also didn't like to think about it too much, but it kept coming up in conversations. The group had a way of doing that, making everyone slowly expose the most horrible shit that happened to them. “You had a point, though. The dark shape sitting in your memory. As if you might be able to squint hard enough to make sense of it, but you can't. It nags at you, that it's there and you can't get to it.”

She flicked the end of the rod again, a look of deep contemplation on her face. It eventually softened. “That first night you came to my tent, when I asked you not to stop? I'd forgotten my husband’s name. I spent all day trying to remember it. I was afraid I’d forget something else in my sleep.”

Astarion still didn’t understand why Karlach insisted he be the one to do this. Maybe he was capable of empathy and compassion when he was a mere elf, but life as a spawn had surely broken the part of him capable of relating to the plights of others. He didn’t feel the need to apologize for teasing her, because that was fun. They all did it to one another, why was she special? No one apologized to him for making barbs about his condition.

Although… When she pushed him off of her, when she screamed at them all and ran away, he was afraid. Afraid that Rowan would be gone for good. Not just afraid that he’d have to find some other necks to bite, but that he would no longer feel her warmth. She would no longer be there to admire him and he couldn’t spy on her in the mirror when she wasn’t looking. That cute little look of utter concentration, the nimble flicks of her fingers as she used some thoroughly practiced skill. Here she was, so focused and casual as she waited for her prey to strike.

It hurt when they made those jokes about him. Would he feel better if they apologized? It would have to be genuine. That was probably why he didn’t want to apologize. Astarion was a lie, a lure, and probably hadn’t been genuine in over 200 years.

“I’m sorry about the other day. When I pushed you,” she said, solemnly breaking the silence between them. “I wasn’t ready to accept that my old life was gone. You didn’t know that what you said would hurt so much.”

“I said something very cruel,” he responded after the initial shock wore off. “The circumstances only made it that much crueler. For once, I… I am actually sorry.”

“I’m glad I could be your first,” Rowan joked with a completely straight face. Astarion laughed loudly and if he hadn’t covered his eyes, he would’ve seen a broad smile spread across her face. When he was done, she swiftly pulled her line out of the water. “Come on, then. Who else is going to make dinner for those idiots?”

Astarion turned first to leave, only to find Karlach grinning and giving him two thumbs up. How embarrassing.

“So, we’re all good now?” Karlach asked excitedly as they approached.

“We’re all good now,” Rowan confirmed with a nod. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Karlach’s eyes went big like when Scratch begged for scritches. “It’s awful what’s happening to you. I still remember what it was like when I first ended up in Avernus. At least I could take my anger out on demons. All you have is a frying pan!”

Instinctively, Rowan tried to place a hand on the woman’s arm, and nearly did, but Astarion swatted the hand away before she could burn herself. Instead, she smiled up at Karlach. “Well, when Dammon can finally fix your engine, I'll be first in line for a hug.”

“You can count on it!”

They walked along, Karlach in front and Astarion bringing up the rear. Not that there was much danger the way Rowan fled, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious.

Karlach was humming to herself when Astarion sped up to walk beside Rowan. In a quiet voice, he asked, “Did you really mean that? That I make you want to… peel off your own skin?”

“It’s hard to explain. It’s not about you,” she answered with a reassuring tone and a soft smile. “You’re the only one… touching me and pointing out the way I look and it just… reminds me that I’m in this body and I don’t like it. I would say that I’d rather be a ball of pure energy, but then I’d have Gale sucking on my neck.”

Astarion laughed loudly again. Karlach looked back at them and pouted. “What’s so funny?”

“Talking about how cute Gale is,” Rowan lied, only to be attacked with one of Astarion’s sharp elbows.

“Gods, don’t tell me you believe that,” he warned her, a defeated look in his eyes. Rowan shrugged.

“What? You’re all cute. Druids were cute. Those tieflings were cute. Bet there’ll be a lot of cuties in Baldur’s gate.”

Astarion glowered at her. “I am not. Cute. I’m gorgeous.”

“Aww, take the compliment, Fangs,” Karlach admonished him, her flames running hot like a blush. “I think it’s sweet. She’s never even seen an elf before and she thinks you’re cute, not disgusting.”

“Wyll showed me a picture of a kobold once. They looked pretty cute too.”

Astarion gagged loudly.

#astarion ancunin #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #bg3 fanfiction #fanfiction #isekai #bg3 tav #Rowan OC #tw sexually suggestive situations #agender oc #original character #tw suicide #tw suicide mention #tw memory loss #tw gender dysphoria #titus writes #a non hero's guide

[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/18/2023: LINK (1986)

It was very upsetting to me to learn that Richard Franklin's LINK was the first of the killer lab chimp movies from the late '80s. In my mind, it's like, MONKEY SHINES was both novel and really pretty good; SHAKMA was not that good, but it's inoffensive and has a fun premise; and then um...LINK also exists. Even though I watch nonsense like this voraciously, something in me said, "Well, I know about SHAKMA, and that's probably the same as knowing about LINK," and then I just never followed up. Turns out that LINK predated them all, and it is also maddeningly stupid and insane.

I was somewhat relieved to learn that the director started thinking about this 1986 movie in the late '70s as "a sort of JAWS with chimps". It's much easier for me to think of LINK as another JAWS ripoff than it is for me to conceive of it as an original work that inspired the vastly superior MONKEY SHINES (1988) and the dismissable SHAKMA (1990), whose main crime is just being really half-baked. LINK is about how like...so Elizabeth Shue plays a zoology student who asks famous professor Terrance Stamp if she can be his assistant, and he's like "Uh can you cook and clean?" and she pretty much says "Well I'm a woman so duh, yes" and then without any further discussion she moves into his English cottage waaaaaaaaaay the fuck out in the middle of nowhere and just starts cleaning up after him and his dirty, horny, violent chimps. And you're like, doesn't she have class? How can she be literally shoveling shit at this guy's extremely remote house with no car and a phone that barely works? Why didn't she ask this guy what she'd be doing there? Why didn't he TELL her what she'd be doing there? What IS he doing there actually? He's vaguely doing IQ tests on the animals, but he's also just quickly selling them off, like they're all used up already, so...what was the point of this again?

Link himself is an ex-circus monkey whose main thing is lighting fires and smoking cigars, which Elizabeth Shue haughtily objects to--but how can we have an anti-animal abuse statement in a movie where an animal is actively smoking a cigar? At least it feels like pretty much everybody is being abused in this movie, since Mme Shue then has one of the strangest and most unnecessary nude scenes I've ever seen in my life, when Link walks in on her getting ready to take a bath and she just stands about six inches from him letting him ogle and breasts and crotch. And I mean there's no directing this ape, it's pretty much a given that if you stand a naked woman in front of him he's going to stare, and he does, and I really had to wonder if there was any discussion about this scene, if there was any protest, if there wasn't a better way to squeeze nudity into a movie where there's both a boyriend and a dashing older mentor, if it's really absolutely essential for Elizabeth Shue to drop trow and awkwardly stand very close to an ape who she is supposedly unhappy to see, for what feels like a long time.

This is one of those movies in which something ridiculous and confusing happens so frequently that it's really hard to generalize about the experience of watching it. To give you a useful idea of what it's like, I'd have to list almost everything that happens in it, but unfortunately (fortunately?) this has been the speed run season of Blogtober, and that's not in the mail. So I guess I'm going to call it a night on LINK, because I have now seen it once for the first time, once to refresh my memory on what I wanted to say about it, once to torture my unfortunate husband because I didn't want to be alone about it, and...that's more times than I've seen some movies I've really like! So I'll just encourage you to drive your own self crazy with it, and finish up by saying that I found myself wondering which was more uncomfortable for Elizabeth Shue: the apesploitation scene from LINK, or the assault toward the end of LEAVING LAS VEGAS, which I'd imagine the cast and crew at least took seriously? We may never know, but at least now I have an excuse to surface one of my favorite moments from the excellent series High Maintenance. I'm eternally grateful to whoever uploaded this to YouTube, because now I don't have to be the only person in the world walking around singing this song to myself on a regular basis:

And that's all I have to say about that. I'll just add that while I was scrounging for images for this post, I found this Alamy stock photo from the scene where Elizabeth Shue is rescued by Link from one of the many vicious dogs that surround Terrance Stamp's place. This is such a weird, non-representative still from that movie, but it's kind of cool just because it's such an odd choice. The End!

#blogtober #2023 #horror #nature amok #link #apesploitation #jawsploitation #elizabeth shue #terrance stamp #Youtube

[tricornonthecob]

At least there is tea to comfort me.

LK 113: La Tortuga

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)(pt5)

y'all bitches should'a known you can't get shit past Agent Phillips.

...Damn James, it really doesn't take much for you to squeal.

James honey don't be such a bitch, this was your harebrained idea.

Let's do a count, shall we?

She swore to:

An Lord

An Admiral of the Royal Navy

An Crown

Her not wanting to be part of the action aside, by lying to her and having her come along in the mistaken hope she'll be good cover, you've made her accomplice to not only treason, but now she's lied in a way that would absolutely risk her life.

...Ok but like, y'all didn't need to give her an implausible character trait to get across the gravity of the situation. Even 11-year-old-me was like "...nah, she's lied before. She's lying about not lying," and, not for the last time, substituted my own headcanon.

H-O-N-E-Y. Honey. She could be executed.

Fuckin. Go. Off. On. His. Dumb. Ass

Girl if you start swinging, nobody is gonna think less of you.

Interrupt his ass. Man, Sarah's finally going off!

lol she fucken shoves a burly soldier aside. Girl's got pex.

Damn that shoulder's just Absolute Zero rn.

Why is he happy omfg.

This scene feels like every time I came across a blockade in Ass Creed: Black Flag. I wouldn't care how far away I was, I'd jump into the water and sneak-ice the entire fleet, then take the ships. 100/100 would do again.

Its a bit disheartening to have to be encouraged by a 14-year-old 16-year-old.

Gosh why is it so dern cute

I'm getting claustrophobic just watching this.

My reaction.

Okay first off, never tell a Phillips not to roll or die, they are Leaders of Men.

This is why you're Captain and he's Admiral.

why did you wait all this time

Never. Doubt. A Phillips'. Loyalty. To. Their. Men. And. They. Fam. She is a True Leader Of Men.

"Can we be more than friends tho"

Ok Byeeeeee

#liberty's kids #james hiller #sarah phillips #amrev #18th century #tricorn on the cob watches lk and makes inane commentary #tricorn watches

[moonspower]

Single. male , 30.

height: 6'7"

hair color: Black

eye color: Red

born: Baton Rouge , La.

race: Mixed Descent ( Korean / Haitian African American )

LIKES

animals. has four dogs, a horse, helps take care of his uncle's ranch from time to time.

people who know what they want , when they want it , how they want it. in other words , people who are sure of themselves are often his draw.

yes , he does go out horseback riding and wrangling. can and will rope up a moving animal. yes , he does know how to hogtie. shibari is a beautiful art form.

riding his horse through the Texas countryside in the early morning. the birds have just started chirping and the dawn is peeking over the horizon. it's quiet. it's peaceful.

to go out whip the carts, the bikes, the four-wheelers out in the fields and tear up the terrain.

go to rodeos and car shows. go watch some races.

partying. sex. lots of sex. lots of kinky sex.

likes to pick on , pick with , people. it's okay to do the same back. that's encouraged.

DISLIKES

lukewarm , soulless , passionless love. it's not for him. doesn't need to be all-consuming , but it does need to be exciting.

boring , unfun people that don't ever joke or pick with people.

you do not need to be nice all the time. yes , it's very okay to be mean , it won't kill anyone and your feelings will be just fine.

just have a good time. those with the inability to ever relax and have a good time, often grate on his nerves.

I know I say that and to degree it's usually true , but sometimes people can be those things and be fun to pick with. or interact with. so I suppose it depends. just don't be boring.

RANDOM FACTS

be prepared to be kissed often. I'm very affectionate and I enjoy holding and being held. I enjoy watching and observing. while I do talk quite a bit , and often at the side of my neck , I listen very well. I definitely heard you and I'm definitely watching.

wingspan from the end of one hand to the other is actually 7 foot. yes , I can reach high. basketball player ass reach. shoes size 14.

family man. I love my family. got a very, very large family out in Louisiana. ain't no family family gathering like a Louisiana family gathering. you have fun.

❝Well… Slap my ass and call me Big Bird, because wow. Wow, look at you! Hot and everything! Tall! Interesting!❞ When Mariah Carey said SWEET, SWEET FANTASY BABY… What was there to say? He would be repeating himself. Wow, that's hot, I will climb you like a tree, et cetera. ❝You're from Louisiana? Can you take me somewhere that serves tarte a la bouille? I had it once in my life, it was beautiful. Wow. You know, I'm not trying to, like, shit on my own self-worth or whatever, but are you sure you aren't outta my league? You sure? Anyway. You should, like, call me. We're compatible, for sure. Look at you! You're something special.❞

#tbt. #/ oh he's about to go listen to 'rain' by swv on REPEAT after this!!

[astraltrickster]

Lately I've seen a few people respond to "fanfiction is not activism" with "but if art can be activism, why isn't queer fanfiction? Are you being one of those elitists saying fanfiction isn't art!?"

Listen, I'm one of the first people to argue for the artistic merit of fanfiction, but not all art is activism even if it IS an expression of one's experiences as a marginalized person.

What makes art activism or not is whether or not it challenges norms in its audience, and fanfiction, no matter how queer or otherwise transgressive by mainstream standards, doesn't do that, because accepting queer expression and knowing that you're gonna see some really wild shit - even if you don't LIKE that you're gonna see some really wild shit - is ALREADY the norm in fanfiction communities, hence why regressive actors have to wrap their anti-queer """concerns""" in some 7 layers of obfuscation.

This wasn't the case in the early Spirk days of fanfiction (which several members of my family were there for, believe me, I know about that!), but society marches on. By the time I first got into online fandom, people being gross about queer fics were already the exception, not the rule. People crying about it were already seen as rude and annoying and bigoted by the community at large. Homophobes were already the odd ones out, because fanfiction communities as we know them today were BUILT BY women, and queer people, and neurodivergent people, and neurodivergent queer women.

So, even in the wake of a growing regressive movement within transformative fandom, weird queer fanfiction that is wildly transgressive by all mainstream standards...still isn't activism. It's MAINTAINING a positive norm.

Of course, if you take it outside of that space where the norm is to respect queerness and to try to be compassionate and progressive - if you take your wild, queer, kinky, polyamorous fanfic, and RESPONSIBLY (i.e., do enough research that you don't end up selling an unrealistic fantasy as a totally attainable ideal and presenting your smut as sex ed a la 50 Shades, don't get so full of yourself that you think you own a fanfic genre a la Omegaverse lawsuit, etc.) file the serial numbers off and sell it as original fiction and try to get some of that variety of transgressive art out there to an audience that WILL be surprised to find out this can exist, if you're willing to defend it against even broader scrutiny than you get from people trying to sanitize fanfiction communities for rainbow capitalism's use as an advertising space, then perhaps it will count!

But as long as it remains contained in a space where, again, weird queer art is recognized as part of the status quo even among people who don't like that, it doesn't.

Meanwhile, treating fanfiction as activism has the potential to go pear-shaped VERY quickly.

You may end up demanding that independent pieces created for fun and catharsis with an intended audience of 15 people live up to the standards you want to hold big-budget Hollywood pieces to for inclusivity, and getting angry when the author says that making A Big Representative Story wasn't their intention; their intention was to play with THEIR PERSONAL story.

You may end up becoming the next fucking Hamilton HIV fic catfish, or unintentionally encouraging the next one to become so, because of that Hollywood standards thing.

You may find yourself tempted to start internet wars over the One True Most Progressive Reading of your favorite clearly-queer-but-the-details-are-ambiguous blorbo, and end with that battle turning into a pipeline for exclusionism or sex-negativity or any number of other horrible brands of lateral queerphobia.

You may end up watching anti-queer legislation being proposed, and notice how the language used is exactly the same as that used by self-proclaimed progressives trying to "clean up" fan spaces...and end up using that to imply that your fanfiction is the backbone of queer liberation, rather than to point out how those arguments in fandom are a method of radicalizing young LGBT+ people against their own community using a subject (fan wank) that feels sufficiently divorced from those arguments' ultimate context and meaning. (It's the reversal of cause and effect, guys, it's subtle but IMPORTANT; treating disgust as a moral imperative and pushing for sanitization of fandom is a GATEWAY, not an END GOAL; keeping fandom weird is protecting one existing community space in a whole neighborhood that's being targeted and a single small venue to prevent that radicalization; it's NOT a brave forward charge toward liberation, the distinction MATTERS-)

You may get suckered into arguing "b-b-but we can't be fighting anti-queer sanitization if we say this PRIVATE SOCIAL MEDIA COMPANY shouldn't allow this 'ironic' racist hate symbol in fanart that's CENSORSHIP what about FREEDOM OF SPEECH???" and "how DARE you criticize my favorite show for its frequent sexual objectification perfectly aligned with mainstream accepted misogyny and multiple gratuitous rape scenes as both a Generic Trauma Button and fanservice I MEAN for HISTORICAL ACCURACY do you want CENSORSHIP gtfo you prude" exactly like any right-wing chud with absolutely no self-awareness.

Treating fanfiction as activism never actually makes any positive changes in the world at large. It DOES, however, start a never-ending shitstorm of meaningless wank that often turns into something much worse.

In short there is a very ugly tendency in progressive-leaning fandom spaces to simultaneously overstate the amount of good fandom can do, and understate the amount of harm shitty fandom drama can cause.

Expression of marginalized experiences is always important, but it's NOT always activism.

#fandom #keeping the property values down #radicalization by fandom #serious tag #really what it boils down to is that shit rolls downhill

[worksby-d]

𝗘𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘀

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Andy comes home to find you unwinding after a long day and joins you.

Warnings: Bathtub sex, fingering, brief handjob, unprotected sex, kinda brief cockwarming, 18+

Word count: ~1,000

A/N: Welcome to part 3872 of me writing extremely self-indulgent Andy fics 😌

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Feeling the hot water surround your body, you finally feel like you can breathe after all day, so you grab the glass of wine you poured the moment you walked in the house and let yourself sink further into the water. You let out a deep breath and let your eyes fall shut for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet. It’s the first time you've felt relaxed all week.

You’re not sure how much time has passed when the sound of someone breathing causes you to jump and sit up again.

“You ass,” you exhale, holding a hand against your chest when you see your boyfriend standing there. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, pushing away from the doorframe he was leaning against to walk toward you. He takes the glass out of your hand and sets it on the counter before leaning down to kiss you. “You looked so peaceful.”

“Mm, I was before you decided to leer at me,” you tease, pulling him down for another quick kiss.

“Mind if I join you?”

You answer by bringing your hands up to untie his tie for him and undo a few of the buttons on his shirt.

“When did you get home?” He questions you as he strips the rest of his clothes off. “You look like you've been in here a while.”

Sitting up, you move forward, giving him room to sit behind you in the tub. “I left early,” you explain, laying back against his chest. “I was sick of everyone.”

“That’s fair,” he snorts. His arms come around your middle as you rest your head against his shoulder, melting further into his embrace when he presses a kiss to your temple. “Wanna talk about it?”

So you do. You begin to tell him every taxing thing that happened throughout the day, ready to let everything you wanted to say, but couldn't, off your chest finally.

“You're not listening,” you accuse him lightheartedly when he drops his face to your neck, pressing soft kisses there and on your shoulder, while his hands start to wander.

“Yes I am,” he mumbles against your skin. “Keep talking.” It’s a lost cause though. All you can do is sigh when one of his hands moves between your legs, effectively parting them. “I'm sorry you had a long day.” His other hand is gently stroking your thigh as he uses two fingers to tease along your folds. “Let me take your mind off of it.”

“Please,” you practically beg, pushing your hips toward his hand, needing more.

It makes him laugh quietly, but he's happy to oblige, finally letting his thumb press against your clit as he eases a finger into you. Your hands rest on his thighs, gripping tighter with each slow thrust of his finger.

“Feels so good,” you mewl, subtly moving back so you can feel his growing erection against your lower back.

“Good,” he whispers in your ear, and adds a second finger. When he hears your breathing quicken, he curls his fingers just right and presses his palm against your clit.

You can't help but jerk your hips, chasing your release until you come with a choked moan, back arching off his chest, head falling back on his shoulder as he works you through your high.

“Shit,” you breathe, relaxing back against him when he pulls his hand away from you.

His arms wrap around you again, holding you close, while he waits for your breathing to steady. “There’s my girl,” he smiles, hearing you let out a short laugh.

“Thank you for that,” you sigh blissfully, turning to face him enough to capture his lips with yours.

“Anytime,” he assures between kisses, and helps you turn all the way so you're straddling his legs.

“Oof–” Your makeout is only interrupted when your knee slips and you have to catch yourself by grabbing his shoulders. “How do people do this?”

He tips his head back laughing. “They definitely make it look easier in movies,” he jokes, grabbing your hips to help you. “Better?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, letting your lips softly collide with his again. As it gets more heated, your hand slips down from his shoulder to caress his cock.

His low, throaty groan at your touch encourages you, wrapping your hand around his length and stroking it gently, your thumb teasing at the tip.

You get the hint when he pulls your hips closer, so you sit up on your knees carefully, and slowly sink down onto him.

The small room fills with the sounds of the moving water and both of your sighs as your head falls back briefly before coming back up to lock your eyes with his.

“Love watching you take me like this, angel,” he groans, digging his fingers into your hips as you begin circling them and rocking against him.

“I’m–” You whimper and your eyes flutter shut as you rest your forehead against his, feeling another orgasm burgeoning already.

“Gonna come again, pretty girl? I know you are,” he grunts, gripping your hips to help you move. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.”

“Oh God–” you choke out, legs tensing against him and hips jerking erratically as you hit your peak for the second time.

“Ah, that's it– fuck,” he groans, taking over by driving his hips up toward yours the best he can, chasing his own climax until his thrusts stutter, his cock twitching and spilling inside you.

Your head drops to his shoulder, face nestling against his neck as he holds you against him while you both work on catching your breath. You stay like that until a shiver goes through you, realizing the water’s getting cold.

Hearing Andy chuckle, you finally lift your head to look at him. “We should get out,” he suggests, rubbing his hands along your sides. “You're cold.”

“I don't know how to get up without slipping again,” you laugh. “We didn't think this through.”

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#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #andy barber smut #chris evans smut #andy barber imagine #andy barber fanfic #chris evans imagine #chris evans x you

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Lucas, Dustin and I take our seats once we get to class.

"Oh, that can't be good." I sigh, gesturing to Mike's empty seat.

"Yeah, he's never this late," Dustin added.

"I'm telling you, his stupid plan failed," Lucas stated.

"I thought you liked his plan?"

"Yeah, but obviously it's stupid, or he'd be here."

"If his mom found out a girl spent the night—" Dustin began.

"He's in deep shit right about now."

Dustin shifted in his seat, and leaned forward, whispering loud enough for us to hear. "Hey, what if she slept naked?"

"Ugh!" My face screws into a sour, disgusted look aimed at my brother, unintentionally speaking at the same time as Lucas. "Why would she do that, Dustin?"

"Oh, my God, she didn't."

"Oh, if Mrs. Wheeler tells our parents..."

The thought of Mom finding out was enough to elicit an anxious groan from me, and I let my forehead fall against desk where I buried my face.

"No way. Mike would never rat us out."

I hesitantly looked up, making eye contact with Lucas. He gave me a reassuring smile, knowing I worry easily.

"I don't know." Dustin said warily.

"All that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters, finding Will." I frown at his specific choice of words for El, thinking back on how scared she seemed last night. I desperately want to say something, but decided against it, not wanting to get in a fight. Fighting won't get us any closer to finding Will.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Mike Wheeler rides his bike down the small slope of grass towards his front yard. When El refused to let Mike's mom know she was there, Mike had no choice but to resort to plan b. He had led his mom to believe that he had ridden to school when in reality he had stopped around the corner until both his parents were gone.

When he got to the driveway, he dismounted his bike and led it into the garage, however something caught his eye. He stared in awe as the once withered and frankly the most miserable looking plant he had ever seen in his life, was now a beautiful lush green and stood as tall his knees. 'How had Y/n done it?'

It took a solid moment for Mike to gather his thoughts and focus on the task at hand. He parked his bike and made his way inside.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"You want anything to drink?" Mike decided to take advantage of the empty house so that he could show El around. "We have OJ, skim milk... What else? Um, we have..."

Mike trailed off when he saw that El was more fascinated with the things in his living room, mostly his TV set.

"Oh, this is my living room. It's mostly just for watching TV."

El lightly traced her fingers around the frame of the TV as she examined it.

"Nice, right? It's a 22-inch.

That's, like, ten times bigger than Dustin's."

El turned her head and said quietly.

"Y/n."

"Well, yeah of course. Y/n too."

"Y/n. Brother?" She asked, making sure she remembered correctly.

"Yeah!" Mike smiled, then lightly shrugged. "Well, technically adopted. But yeah, they're still brothers."

El's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Ad-adopted?"

"Yeah, um, it means that he came from different parents. Mrs. Henderson adopted him because his parents were unable to take care of him. It's funny actually, Y/n is from Hawkins. Or at least that's where they found him. They didn't used to live in Hawkins; I don't know much about it cause Dustin was so young he doesn't remember any of it, but I think him and his mom were visiting family here and they just... found him, I think? I'm pretty sure that's why they moved here, or something."

El seemed to understand as she thought about it. She then turned to look at the all the pictures on top of the fireplace. She slowly walks to the fireplace and steps up onto the brick platform. She gazes at all the family photos. Particularly, the photo beside the one of Mike; of a smiling girl, a little older than herself, with long brown hair and a pink sweater.

She smiles longingly and speaks in a soft voice. "Pretty."

"I guess." Mike's face is contorted in confusion and a little in disgust.

"That's my sister Nancy. And that's baby Holly." He said as she moved to the slightly larger photo of a young baby. She then moved along to a photo with Mike, Nancy, and Holly, along with two other people she didn't recognize.

"And those are my parents. What are your parents like?" As usual, El says nothing and she steps down from the fireplace and walks up to a large green chair.

"Do they live close?" Mike continued. He notices El run her hand along the top of the plush green chair. "That's our La-Z-Boy. It's where my dad sleeps. You can try it if you want." He offers. El looked up at him, intrigued. "Yeah." He assured her, with a warm smile on his face. She cautiously sits down as Mike kneels down beside the chair. "It's fun!"

She looked to Mike, wondering what he is up to.

"Just trust me, okay?" She gives a quick nod, and braces herself, not knowing what to expect. She is taken aback by the sudden collapse of the chair, she is now laying down and the chair is rocking back and forth. She lets out a gasp, and then a nervous chuckle.

"See? Fun, right?"

With one hand on the back of the chair, and the other on the front, he brings the chair back into its default position. "Now you try."

With a small smile on her face, and feeling more confident she leans over the side and pulls the handle, letting her entire body go flying backward into a slow rock. Mike and El both look at each other and laugh gleefully.

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Some random rock song on the radio that Jonathan barely recognized came to an end as Jonathan Byers drove to his dad's house. His eyes darted to the radio unit in his car for a moment as his heart fell when the familiar sound of "Should I Stay or Should I Go" rang throughout the car.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"Darlin', you got to let me know"

Jonathan is sat on the edge of the bed next to his younger brother Will. The two of them are in Will's room, bobbing their heads along to 'Should I Stay or Should I Go' by The Clash.

"Should I stay or should I go?"

"You like it?" Jonathan had to raise his voice so he could be heard over the loud song. Will looks to his older brother and grins.

"Yeah, it's cool!"

"All right, you can keep the mix if you want."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. All the best stuff's on there. Joy Division, Bowie, Television, The Smith's... It'll totally change your life."

"Yeah, totally," Will says with a smile. However, the smile is quick to leave when the two boys hear their mother yelling on the phone.

"Where the hell are you, Lonnie?"

Will slowly turns his head to the door, listening to his mother yell at his absent father.

"I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it." Jonathan mimics his brother's actions and looks to the door. Finally, he gets up and walks towards the door.

"This is ridiculous! I'm so sick of your excuses.

"One day is fine and next is black"

Before Jonathan sits down, he lowers the volume on the stereo.

"He's not coming, is he?"

"Do you even like baseball?" Jonathan asks softly.

"No, but... I don't know." He shrugs sadly. "It's fun to go with him sometimes."

"Come on. Has he ever done anything with you that you actually like? You know, like the arcade or something?"

Will shrugs his shoulders weakly. "I don't know."

"No, all right? He hasn't. He's trying to force you to like normal things. And you shouldn't like things because people tell you you're supposed to. Okay?"

Will only looks down at his feet sadly.

"Especially not him."

Will silently nods his head in understanding.

Jonathan decided to change the subject.

"But you like The Clash? For real?"

Will nods his head eagerly with a smile. "For real. Definitely."

"So... is Y/n a fan of The Clash?" Jonathan asks, genuinely curious.

A faint blush dusts Will's cheeks as he looks down at his hands. "Um, yeah, I think so."

"Maybe you should show this to him. I bet he'll like it."

"Maybe. You think?"

"Yeah, from what I know, he has great taste. He's pretty cool."

A loving smile spreads across Will's face. "Yeah, he is pretty cool."

There's a small pause filled only with the now dulled melody of drums and guitar drifting through the air. They had talked about it before, but only vaguely, never fully addressing it and it dawned on Jonathan that there was probably still loads of fear for Will because of it. He looks down at his brother who he loved more than anything and sent him an encouraging, honest smile.

"Will, you guys are best friends. You two are just too close to ruin the friendship. Why don't you think about asking him to the arcade or something? Just the two of you, maybe come back here for some mac and cheese or something if that'd make you feel safer, and you could " he shrugs. "let him know how you feel?"

Will looked up at his brother, shocked. But his body was flushed with relief, he could feel the air in the room hitting his sweaty and clammey skin giving him chills. Not quite knowing how to handle his brothers reaction, his eyes simply fall to his hands where they fidgeting in his lap.

"But what if that does ruin the friendship? What if he doesn't feel the same way, and decides to stop hanging out with me. Or if someone finds out- I just- I just can't. I'm not ready."

"That's okay. All I'm saying is, he is way too nice to be the kind of person who would do that. And you are way too important to him. And hey, if you ever do feel ready, or you guys do go out in the future..." Jonathan trails off, sensing the awkwardness creep up. He chuckles and looks back to his brother.

"All I'm trying to say is, I'm here for you. Always."

Will smiles gratefully and Jonathan leans forward to the volume back up.

"Should I stay or should I go? So you gotta let me know, should I stay or should I go?"

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

#you'll float queue #stranger things #will byers x reader #reader insert #will byers #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #cosmic #m!cosmic #el hopper #eleven #y/n henderson #stranger things x male!reader #stranger things x reader #will byers x male!reader #the weirdo on maple street

[ewwhothefuckiski]

𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡- 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐴𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑜

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣. | 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡.

TW: strong language, mature themes, underage drinking and drugs, toxic relationships, implications of sex

Description: 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔, 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑛����𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐴𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦.

Taglist: @lotus-brekker-inn @harrystylesantidote @21burritoseavey lmk if anyone wants to be added

A/N: first chapters will be kinda short as it's just the introduction of the story, as it goes on the chapters will get longer!!

After our journey to the school, we ended up in my dorm, Daniel helping me unpack my bags.

"So why did you want to get out of Utah so bad?" He asked, placing my books on the shelf.

"Uhm, that's a long and very complicated story." I mumbled, tugging at my sleeves a bit. "I didn't have a very good home life."

His eyes immediately softened. "Hey you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

I sighed in relief. "Thank you."

We stood there in silence before someone came bursting into the room.

"I'm home roomie!" A short girl with long brown hair announced, strolling into the room.

"You must be Christina." I smiled and stuck my hand out, but she pulled me into a hug instead.

"Indeed. I'm assuming you're Alexis?"

I internally groaned at the use of my full name. "Just Alex."

"Alright Alex, is this your boyfriend?" She asked, gesturing towards Daniel.

His cheeks flushed and he looked at the ground. "No, no I'm her friend."

"I met him at the coffee shop after I stole some assholes coffee." I grinned, continuing to place my books on the shelf with Daniel.

"Damn. You're a bad bitch. I like it. " She laughed as she flopped on the bed and watched us continue to place books on the shelf. "Why did you steal someone's coffee? "

"He came in after me, and somehow got his order before me. So I went to complain about it, and then he smirked at me and said 'don't get your panties in a twist, it's just a coffee.' so I took his and left."

Daniel and Christina looked at me with their jaws dropped, before Daniel laughed. "You definitely belong in LA."

I rolled my eyes, placing the last book on the shelf. "I don't take shit from self entitled assholes."

"Good for you, guys are assholes anyway. No offense Daniel. " Christina said.

Daniels phone suddenly chimed, and he jumped up excitedly.

" Hey my roommate just made it to campus, you mind if he comes here to say hello? " He asked, his fingers already typing a message.

"Not at all, god knows I need friends." I sighed, knowing damn well I didn't have any friends in high school.

It was always me and myself, I didn't trust anyone, a result of my numerous childhood traumas.

If I ever trusted someone, they were trusted with my life, and I loved them immensely. There's only one person in my life that ever knew about what happened to me, which was my best friend who encouraged me to come here.

"Great, I'll text him the room number." He quickly punched in the numbers and put his phone back in his pocket.

"You guys would get along great, he's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and you guys both have a fiery attitude."

I laughed. "I don't have a attitude."

Christina and Daniel both looked at each other, before doubling over in laughter.

"You have more attitude than a lion on her period." Christina said, wiping her eyes at her own joke.

I rolled my eyes but didn't argue further, she wasn't exactly wrong.

"So where are you from Chris?" I asked, trying to make conversation as I flopped on my bed, Daniel following soon after.

"I'm actually from New York, but my passion for the makeup industry brought me to school in LA."

"Oh thank god, I'm awful at makeup." I laughed, gesturing to my face.

"I don't think you need makeup." Daniel whispered softly, causing both me and Christina to softly "awe" at him.

We continued chatting for a while, until a knock on the door disrupted us.

" I'll get it!" Daniel announced, rushing to open the door for his roommate. We heard quite chatter for a minute before two figures shuffled over to us, my jaw dropping as I took in who it was.

"You're the asshole from the coffee shop!" I yelled, standing up and crossing my arms.

"You're the girl who stole my coffee." He responded, just as shocked as I was.

Daniels jaw dropped. "THIS is whose coffee you stole?"

"Yeah, and she doesn't have great coffee taste by the way, I ended up having to take hers and it was awful." Jack stated, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

"Oh fuck you my coffee is fine."

He smirked. "Time and place princess, maybe we can fix that attitude problem of yours."

Daniel smacked his arm. "Shut up dude."

Jack laughed. "I'm only teasing Daniel."

Christina awkwardly chuckled."So.......... Anyone want to go to the mall?"

#jack avery fanfiction #jack avery imagines #jack avery #wdw #why dont we imagines #why don't we fanfiction #why don't we #corbyn besson fanfiction #corbyn besson imagines #corbyn besson #zach herron fanfiction #zach herron imagines #zach herron #jonah marais imagines #jonah marais #jonah marais fanfiction #daniel seavey fanfiction #daniel seavey imagines #daniel seavey

[sleepingcrisis]

@galaxynerdbitch

18. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

*****

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

A beat of silence passes before Langa hears a snicker from Miya followed by the sound of a wack delivered by Cherry’s fan.

"Is it dumb?" Langa asks as he takes his seat again and continues eating his food. They are in Sia la Luce waiting for Reki to show up, although it is getting late.

"Yes," Miya says immediately with a shit eating grin.

"No," Cherry grumbles. The are in their S clothing and Joe is still cleaning up after having made them dinner (not that it takes long for Joe to get ready).

"Maybe I'll just wait. It isn't like I'm in any sort of hurry—"

"No don't do that," Joe comes out from the back and has this look of concern. Langa catches him sharing a glance with Cherry and supposes he doesn't want to sit and wait for...

"How long have you two known each other?" Langa asks.

Cherry seems to read his mind and let's out a sigh, "Since kindergarten. So about five or six years old, and we have loved each other for as long as we have known what the word meant."

"But neither of us said anything until last year," Joe continues on for him, "it just feels like we wasted a lot of time and it was downright painful to watch each other date other people."

Langa hums in acknowledgement before finishing his food and thanking Joe for dinner. He could do this. He could do this. He could do this.

He can't do this.

They are at S and whenever he feels like he has the opportunity it just slips away. Normally he has this laid back attitude of not caring when he talks with Reki, but this feels important. Despite Cherry and Joe encouraging him that it will be fine he just can't seem to agree. If Reki doesn't feel the same then there is a chance things just won't go back to how they are right now, and Langa can't afford to lose him. Not when Reki makes him so incredibly happy—

"We have another beef tonight my pretty pets!" Adam is making some sort of announcement on the stage. He shows up more and Langa has had more beefs with him then he can count. Tonight he isn't in the mood though. He supposes he will just have to politely decline his offer—

"Snow will be beefing against Red in a beautiful declaration of love! What a wonderful turning point since our divorce occurred. I, personally, couldn't be happier!"

Langa feels his face heat up, he can't even afford himself the luxury at being irritated with the 'divorce' comment. Instead he glances over to try and find Reki to see if he agreed to this. He can't find him, but he does see Cherry and Joe glaring daggers into Adam (Langa would later find out that they had asked Adam for advice). There was also Miya and Shadow who were laughing their asses off.

Langa decids right there that by the end of the night one of his friends were dead meat. He grumbles threats under his breath before huffing and making his way to the start line.

Reki is there. Reki is there and his face is red and Langa can't tell if he knew about this or not.

"Hey Reki, we don't—"

"Langa did you know about this?" Reki cuts Langa off before offering an apologetic glance.

Langa shakes his head and falls quiet. He is very aware of the guilty expression on his face. He doesn't even know if Reki is into guys. What if he isn't? This must be humiliating—

"Well do you want to skate against me?" Reki asks, "in a— uh... declaration of love?"

Langa feels himself freeze up for a moment and tries to speak but nothing comes out. He swallows and the only words that come out is his confession from earlier: "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

*****

<send me asks!>

#sk8 the infinity #renga #confession asks #reki kyan #hasegawa langa #matcha blossom #cherry blossom #joe #miya #shadow #adam

[bumblesimagines]

We All Have Secrets

Request: Yes or No

Finally gonna give the straights some attention lmao. Also, I'm not completely sure what (Y/N)'s secret should be so suggestions would be appreciated.

TW: Transphobia, homophobia, and biphobia

~

(Y/N) looked down at his phone, smiling softly as he walked. He quickly answered a text from Isabela.

'Isa, just tell them to keep it a secret. Nat and Mari would never tell anyone. Raul wouldn't tell anyone either.'

"Baby!" Maria called, smiling widely as she approached him. (Y/N) slid his phone into his pocket, arms wrapping around his girlfriend and lifting her up. Maria giggled, leaning in and kissing him gently. (Y/N) put her down, tucking a strand of Maria's black hair behind her ear. Maria's gaze softened, forehead resting against (Y/N)s.

"Hey, lovebirds!" Dario called, waving them over. (Y/N) chuckled, taking Maria's hand and pulling her along towards where their friends were sat at.

"Why can you two be like Maria and (Y/N)? They don't try eating each other's faces off every five seconds." Dario crossed his arms, looking at Isabela and Pablo. Isabela scoffed and rolled her eyes while Pablo chuckled. (Y/N) sat down, smiling when Maria sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at their friends.

"How did the Nona thing go?" (Y/N) asked softly, gazing at his girlfriend. Maria hummed, smiling.

"I think Nat did a great job." Maria shrugged lightly, pecking his cheek before she opened her lunch bowl. Maria got some of her salad, raising it up to (Y/N)'s lips. (Y/N) smiled, opening his mouth and happily taking the food. Natalia leaned forward, frowning and looking at Gerry.

"What's up with Rosita? Why is she coming over here? Is she gonna be sitting with us everyday?" Natalia asked, disgust evident in her voice. Gerry ignored her, grinning widely and extending his arms towards the girl.

"Hey, how are you?" Gerry asked as Rosita approached them and sat on his lap. (Y/N) shared a look with Maria, chuckling softly and shaking his head. Natalia blinked in shock as Rosita and Gerry began to make out.

"Gerardo! Gerardo, stop it! Seriously? If you're gonna be doing this, find somewhere else." Natalia huffed, glaring at the couple.

"Don't be envious." Rosita said, pulling away and looking at her.

"It's not personal, Rosita. If someone sees you here, they'll think anyone can sit with us." Natalia said, shaking her head lightly. Rosita scoffed, rolling her eyes and standing. As she walked by, she knocked over Natalia's new purse.

"Don't you know how much this cost, idiot?" Natalia huffed, picking up her purse. Maria frowned, shaking her head.

"Oh, just leave her alone already. Poor Rosita." Maria said. Natalia scoffed.

"Poor Rosita what? She needs to learn her place." Natalia grumbled, zipping up her purse. Isabela turned her head, looking at (Y/N).

"Hey, (Y/N), you want something from the vending machine?" She asked, brow quirking. (Y/N) got the hint, nodding.

"Yeah, sure." He smiled, looking at Maria. Maria licked her lips, standing up so (Y/N) could get up.

"You want something, gorgeous?" (Y/N) asked, giving her a small smile. Maria shook her head, returning the smile as she sat down. Maria watched Isabela and (Y/N) walk away, slight jealousy bubbling in her stomach. She tried pushing the feeling away, knowing (Y/N) and Isabela were just good friends.

"Why wouldn't Pablo want me to come out to my friends?" Isabela asked, frowning and she looking at (Y/N). (Y/N) licked his lips, shrugging.

"Lots of reasons.. He's not ready, he doesn't want the news to spread, he thinks he'll get shit for it." (Y/N) listed off, taking out a dollar and looking over the snacks. Isabela sighed, scratching her forehead.

"All I heard was him, him, him. What about me?" Isabela shook her head, frown on her face as she sighed deeply. (Y/N) got some dortitos, looking at Isabela.

"Don't stress, Isa. You do what you want. If I were you, I wouldn't tell Gerry or the other two idiots. They're already misogynistic and homophobic. You know how they treat Luis who has never done anything to them. They still make jokes about me cheating on Maria with a guy." (Y/N) frowned, opening the bag of chips.

"I just.. I don't want Pablo to get mad at me." Isabela said, rubbing her arm. (Y/N) hummed, sighing.

"Well, Maria can keep a secret. You can start by telling her." (Y/N) said softly. Isabela gave a small smile and nodded, getting a small snack and heading back as lunch ended. Maria perked up when she saw her boyfriend, smiling.

"I saved you some salad." She said softly as (Y/N) picked up his backpack. He smiled, pecking her lips and taking the bowl from her.

"Thanks, baby." (Y/N) cooed. Maria giggled, nodding. She glanced at Isabela, licking her lips. She looked at (Y/N), head tilting.

"You guys were gone for a bit. What did you talk about?" Maria asked, picking up her bag. (Y/N) finished eating, handing the bowl back to her and closing the bag of chips. He slid it into his backpack, shrugging.

"Typical gossip stuff." (Y/N) replied, looking at her. Maria grabbed his arm, waving to their friends. They started heading to class.

"I wish I had a friendship like you and Isa's." Maria said, resting her head against his arm. (Y/N) chuckled, glancing at her.

"Me and Isa have been friends since we were kids. Our mother's have always been friends so it's only natural that we're friends too." (Y/N) shrugged, looking forward. Maria looked at (Y/N), giving him a small grin.

"Let's go to the janitors closet." Maria cooed, standing infront of him. (Y/N) cocked a brow, chuckling.

"Alright."

(Y/N) looked at Quintanilla, boredly listening to his speech about cellphone use. He sighed softly, looking at Maria. Maria looked back at him, leaning over and kissing him. (Y/N) hummed, kissing her back. They pulled back when they heard a distorted male voice coming from the video.

"Who is Isabela De La Fuente?" (Y/N) furrowed his brows, glancing at Isabela. He watched the video, dread filling his stomach when he realized the direction it was going. Whoever had made it, did it with the intent on outing Isabela as trans. Students began shouting insults and asked Isabela questions. Isabela quickly stood, leaving the auditorium. (Y/N) stood up, following her out.

"Isa, wait!" (Y/N) called out, hearing Maria and Natalia calling for her as well. Isabela rushed into the bathroom. (Y/N) stopped infront of it, frowning.

"We'll take care of her, babe. Don't worry." Maria assured him, kissing him softly and entering the bathroom with her sister. (Y/N) looked at his phone, seeing people already posting about it. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He turned his head, noticing two girls trying to listen in.

"Don't you two have better things to do? Are your lives so boring that you have to be in other peoples business?" (Y/N) asked, cocking a brow. The girls scoffed and walked away, mumbling between themselves. (Y/N) watched Pablo and the other boys approach the bathroom.

"Did you know she was a dude?" Ernesto asked him. (Y/N) scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Are you fucking blind or stupid?" (Y/N) asked, glaring at him as he straightened up. Isabela stepped out of the bathroom, teary eyes settling on Pablo. She went to hug him but Pablo gently pushed her back.

"How could you do this to me?" Pablo asked as Ernesto, Dario, and Gerry made more comments.

"What do you mean?" Isabela asked, brows furrowing.

"Yeah, nobody told us you had a dick." Gerry said, shrugging.

"Shut up, asshole." Isabela huffed, glaring at Gerry. Pablo swallowed, licking his lips as he glanced at the guys.

"I mean, you lied." Pablo shrugged. Isabela stared at him in shock, betrayal written all over her face.

"No, I didn't."

"I trusted you." Pablo shook his head. Isabela scoffed, stepping away from him and glancing at their friends.

"You're a fucking asshole." Isabela glared at Pablo, walking away from him with the others following. One of the teachers, Susana, gently hugged her and took her away from the others. (Y/N) looked at Pablo, shaking his head.

"Way to go, dipshit." (Y/N) snapped at him, feeling Maria gently place her hand on his chest and step infront of him.

"Let's make sure Isa is okay, baby." Maria encouraged lightly, not wanting them to fight. She gently took his hand, pulling him away. Isabela was allowed to go home early so her parents picked her up. (Y/N) took out his car keys, approaching his car. He glanced up at Pablo.

"Did you know?" Pablo asked quietly. (Y/N) unlocked his car, opening the door and hitting Pablo with it. Pablo grunted softly, rubbing his arm.

"Of course I fucking knew. Isabela is like a sister to me. You can go to hell for that shit you pulled." (Y/N) barked, tossing his backpack inside.

"Baby, can I stay over at your place?" Maria asked, lifting her dress a bit and jogging over to them. (Y/N) nodded, motioning to his car while holding eye contact with Pablo. Pablo broke it, looking at the ground.

"Get in." Maria went around, opening the passenger door and getting in. She took off her bag, placing it on her lap. (Y/N) got in, closing the door and reversing.

"Pablo-"

"He did it to save his own ass. No wonder he didn't want Isabela to tell you guys. He was embarrassed." (Y/N) scoffed, knuckles whitening from his grip on the wheel. Maria frowned, taking his hand and gently kissing it.

"I hate it when you're upset." Maria mumbled, thumb running over (Y/N)'s knuckles. (Y/N) let out a deep sigh, shoulders slumping.

"How about we order some pizza and have a movie night?" Maria asked, smiling. (Y/N) shook his head lightly, licking his lips.

"Isa needs me." (Y/N) replied, gaze focused on the road. Maria sighed, leaning back against the seat. She looked away from him.

"What about me?" Maria asked softly, playing with her hair with her free hair. (Y/N) glanced at her, frowning.

"Princess..."

"I just feel like we haven't been on any dates recently." Maria shrugged, looking at him. She gave him a small smile.

"It's fine! We can spend the night at Isa's place or she can come over." Maria shrugged.

"No, I'll.. I'll give her a call. We can spend the rest of the day together." Maria smiled widely, nodding eagerly. She leaned over, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you, baby."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #control z #control z x reader #control z x male reader #control z x y/n #control z x you #sofia herrera #sofia herrera x reader #maria alexander #maria alexander x reader #natalia alexander #natalia alexander x reader #isabela de la fuente #isabela de la fuente x reader #raul leon #raul leon x reader #javier williams #gerry #tw transphobia

[bbrandy2002]

Fool’s Rush In

Part 10

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt 71 “Dont be stubborn. Try it.”

Word Count: 1890

Pairing: Liam and Riley

Thanks @burnsoslow​ for beta reading and pretty much having to drag me across the finish line, as well as all the weeks and weeks of listening to me whine and pity myself.  And @emkay512​ for pre-reading and your encouraging words late Monday that made my whole night.

a/n: this is crack, plain and simple. I haven’t written since mid-october; just been paralyzed with fear over my own writing and this is my practice run and basically the best I could come up with. I’m going to try so so hard to finish this series

The new royal couple, fresh off their Vegas flight, stepped up to a makeshift podium the press had created on the tarmac. It was packed tightly with news station microphones crammed in every nook and cranny, one on top of the other. Voice recorders were spread across its surface, and the crown's private jet served as the backdrop. A bevy of frenzied reporters -- domestic and international -- pushed and elbowed their way into one another in hopes of getting the closest shot of the newlyweds and a chance to have their questions answered first.

“King Liam! Is the marriage binding?”

“How long have you known, Miss Brooks?”

“Were you trying to make a political statement by having a hooker at the ceremony?”

“Your Majesty! Will the monkey be joining your court soon?”

So many questions, most followed by laughter and snickers directed at the King and his bride.

Liam frowned as his eyes dashed side to side in a diligent effort to understand the literally thousands of questions that were lobbed at him all at once. He blinked rapidly as one flash of a camera after the next blinded and bleached his vision. Just as it would return to normal, another successive set of flashes would set him back again.

He had been a part of news conferences since he was a child, when he would watch his late father speak from different parts of the world, near and far, about this policy or that deal. Yet this was different. This was not only the biggest breaking story in Cordonia -- or even Europe -- but one that had swept the world. 

His drunken actions two nights ago, no doubt, would have created a stir; however, it was Maxwell's post on Instagram of the ceremony that now made him tabloid fodder. Everyone knew about the king who was married by his own brother and an Elvis impersonator, the leg-humping monkey that served as a ring bearer, and the chain-smoking, tube-top-wearing prostitute who was the maid of honor. As confident as Liam had been that he could handle this, as he'd dealt with so many other stories of intrigue regarding the monarchy, he couldn't dispel the twisting feeling that burrowed deep into the pit of his stomach.

Maybe Madeleine was right: he had become a laughingstock. A failure. Just one big fuck up.

As much as he hated to hear the things said about him, he could deal with it. In the morning, he would call Prince Harry to swap stories, survival tips, and perhaps share a good laugh about it.

It was just ...

Liam felt Riley's tiny hand grip his a little tighter. He wouldn't blame her one bit if his little pussycat turned around and headed back up the steps to the jet and returned to Las Vegas. The only thing Liam wanted to do was keep her shielded from the hurtful comments and insensitive questions. But to his astonishment, she stood there with all the feigned confidence in the world, flashing a big, beaming smile that lit his heart on fire, while staring back at him affectionately. She was handling the situation better than she was before they stepped off the plane. He knew she was doing it for him. God, she just makes everything better. 

Feeling a little more grounded and in control, Liam returned her smile. A touch of radiance sparkled between his eyes and hers, as if it were some sort of unspoken conversation only they understood. Riley knew exactly what he needed at that moment to rise above this scandal they were both being raked over the coals for: He needed her to be okay.

Raising his free hand to calm the crowd so that he might address their concerns, he noticed the press' attention and cameras suddenly shift away from him and into the distance. Murmurs and chatter soon erupted. Naturally, Liam's gaze followed suit -- towards a group of heavily-armed soldiers heading their way. They wore white hazmat uniforms and had self-contained breathing apparatus and personal protective equipment. Leading the charge was a well-dressed gentleman in a three-piece suit with a shiny bald head that glistened with heavy perspiration. 

He walked like he hadn't shit in weeks.

Liam squinted and lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. “The hell is that?”

Riley inched closer to Liam and clasped his suit jacket. "What's happening right now? Who are all those people, Liam?"

Liam's forehead creased in puzzlement; he didn't know. Wrapping his arms protectively around Riley, he pulled her even closer but never answered the question. It wasn't until the uniformed men stopped briefly and pointed to Drake, who was standing with his arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs, that it suddenly became clear who they were looking for.

Reporters and onlookers had been so focused on Liam’s return with the American woman, they hadn’t noticed that the brooding Walker had exited the jet last among their posse. Just as everyone had watched replays and snippets of Maxwell’s Instagram video, they were also fully aware the King’s best friend wasn’t exactly returning to Cordonia … healthy … thanks to Maxwell’s Tik Tok sing-along. 

A video Drake Walker had no clue existed. 

 The crowd began to disperse in fear and panic. If men in hazmat suits were needed, they could only assume this went well beyond your casual, run-of-the-mill STD.

Still in no mood to play around, Drake started yelling obscenities and gradually backing away from the hazmat brigade that was closing in on him like a cheetah at a water buffalo hole. 

"Mr. Walker," a heavily echoed voice called out, sounding oddly reminiscent of Darth Vader through their breathing contraption, "we need you to come with us."

"The fuck I do." Drake shook his head emphatically while continuing to slide away from them. "I'll beat the shit out of all of ya if you so much as touch me."

"Now, Mr. Walker, don't be stubborn. Try it, and you'll find yourself with a nice little tranquilizer to the ass. Are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to make this more difficult than it needs to be?"

Drake stood motionless in disbelief. "I don't even know what you guys want or what you think I did," he squawked with a hint of desperation in his tone.

"Tough titties. SEIZE HIM!"

With that order, Drake twisted on the heels of his boots and took off, dodging and weaving away from a bunch of men he had no clue why were even after him. 

He had a pretty good hunch, though, who set this chain of events in motion.

The bald guy in a three-piece suit walked up to Liam and flipped his badge open. "Your Majesty?"

Liam nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the man's credentials. "I am. What is the meaning of all this? What the hell are you doing with Drake?"

"Sir, if you will, it has come to our attention that Mr. Walker is a public health risk and highly contagious. We will have to secure him into our custody at once."

Liam scrunched up his face in utter confusion and stared back at the official before responding, “He just has case of crabs, syphilis, herpes, genital warts, gonorrhea, and chlamydia. You’re treating him like he’s about to start some damn worldwide pandemic. Without sexual contact and with heavy doses of medications and creams, Drake should be able to live a normal life like anyone else. So, as the ruler of this country, I am ordering your men to stand down at once.”

“My apologies, King Liam, but my orders come from the World Health Organization and the United Nations. You'll need to take this up with them. Dr. Wolfschitz was clear on the protocol."

"Dr. Wolfschitz?" Liam questioned as realization quickly set in. He twisted around to face Leo, who had this enormous shit-eating grin, the likes he'd never seen on him before. "You? You did this?"

“Walker messed with the wrong bull, little bro.” Leo stuck up his pointer fingers on both sides of his head with a menacing scowl and smugness in his tone. “Now he gets the horns.”

Liam swatted away one of Leo's finger horns. “This is serious, Leo. Not everything is a joke! You're going to fix this, NOW!"

Leo placed a comforting hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, patting it a few times before speaking softly to him. “Look, I know you’re upset right now. You two were very close. But the Drakester is going to a far better place. There’s a big open field and everything where he can run and play all day with others just like him. And all the meaty bones he can eat too … lucky bastard.”

Riley had to bury her face in Liam’s chest to prevent the laugh that threatened to escape, but the bobbing of her shoulders was something she couldn’t hide. 

“NOW, Leo!” 

Leo tried to hold his ground but was too weak to resist the impatient glare Liam was burning into his soul. After a brief moment, he rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Why ya gotta be such a dillhole, Liam? Do you realize you get rattled faster than a two-tit turtle on a tightrope? It's really not your best quality, little brother, but we can work on that." Annoyed, Liam rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned as his brother continued, "Either way, Father always said, ‘if you can't help your fellow man out, you might as well become one of the Walkers.’ Truer words were never spoken so eloquently.”  Leo raised his eyes to the heavens thoughtfully before thinking better of it and lowered them toward the ground. "May you rest in peace, Father," he shouted.

As Leo trotted off to speak with Bald Dude to confess his false claim, Bastien helped guide Liam and Riley through the rambunctious swarm of reporters and spectators. Once they reached the limo, Liam helped Riley inside as Maxwell rounded the vehicle and climbed in on the other side. Pausing for a moment before sliding in, the King placed his hands on top of the open door of the limo and turned one last time to check on his friend. He swallowed hard over the guilt of leaving him behind. As His Majesty watched in horror, Drake took a tranquilizer dart to the back of the thigh and Bastien insisted the area was a security threat, shoving him inside. They would send another car to transport Drake and Leo back to the palace. 

Bastien stomped on the gas pedal and sped off, kicking up dirt and smoke as the tires peeled and squealed against the fiery Cordonian asphalt.

When they passed through the airport's security gate, a small motorcade following closely behind, Liam finally lifted his head, his eyes growing wide when he realized what just happened: Bastien's shove had sent Liam flying across the seat to land face-first into a lap — her lap. 

He stayed frozen in place, unable to look anywhere but the two slender, bronzed legs peeking out below the hem of his new wife's dress. 

Riley lifted an eyebrow, a slight grin dangling from her plush pink lips. "Something you wanna say, Your Majesty?"

Everything that had just happened in the 15 minutes since they landed was long forgotten. Drake who? Liam glanced up with a devilish smirk. "Welcome to Cordonia, Pussycat."

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[mshomestyle]

Bruh. I'm totally not helping with the Hawks-Centered stuff on this blog, but that angsty Hawks thing got me thinking. Something like that but either he leaves and when he comes back the place is destroyed a la kidnap. Or she leaves and gets kidnapped anyway. I wanna see his guilt and regret either way. His POV if possible. If you even feel like doing this of course, I know you're pretty busy so if you don't like this, please feel free to toss this out!

I don’t mind doing it! And hey, Hawks is 🔥. There’s just no getting around that. XD

Warnings: arguments, angst, kidnapping

Hawks x Reader [Angst and Kidnapping]:

It was something that was a part of the job of being a hero. Dealing with adoring fans just came with the territory, and Keigo didn’t exactly mind letting them get a bit too close or holding him tight. They were his supporters after all, and he knew that many of them reacted this way towards him because he was attractive. There was just no getting around that, so why not give them a bit of fan service?

“Alright! And I know that I can count on your continued support, right?” Hawks chuckled as he held the woman’s hand, who looked like she might faint.

“Oh, definitely! I will cherish this interaction forever!” she squealed happily.

“I will, too,” Hawks smiled. He waved the woman off as she left, barely being able to walk properly now, before turning to look at you, “Ready to go home?” You nodded, though for some reason, you didn’t seem as cheerful as you had been just moments ago. Perhaps you were tired, and if you were, you going home now would be the proper solution.

When you both made it back, finally, having gone on a date, Hawks couldn’t help but to notice that you seemed sort of lost. Maybe you were waiting for him to continue this time together, but whatever it was, he wanted to make sure that you were okay and enjoying yourself. “Did you have fun tonight~?” Keigo asked as he wrapped his arms around from behind, starting to kiss at the back of your ear. He felt you shivering slightly in his hold, making him know that what he was doing felt pleasurable to you.

“It was okay,” you merely said as you pulled away quickly. It was a bit confusing at first, but with that it wasn’t hard for Keigo to guess that something was up.

“Something wrong?” he asked, watching as you started to undo your hairstyle while heading to the bedroom.

“I’m just tired,” you grumbled. It had to have been more than that, and really, Keigo didn’t like to see you so upset.

“Come on, babe, if something’s wrong then tell me,” he said, “I mean, you seemed happy at the beginning of the night. What happened?” Finally, you turned to look at him, though much to Keigo’s surprise, you were glaring at him.

“Do you really not know?” you asked, sitting at the edge of the bed. Keigo was a bit taken back by this, but he still felt rather calm. He was sure you’d tell him what was up.

“I’m drawing a blank,” he sighed with a shrug. That proved to be a mistake on his part, as you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, you don’t?” you asked, “How many times must I tell you to stop flirting with your fans and letting them touch all over you? It’s just disrespectful, and the last thing I want to do is see it when we’re supposed to be spending time together.” At your words, Keigo rubbed at his eyes. So, that was what it was? He never really took you as the jealous type, but you had to know that he didn’t mean anything by it.

“[Name], you know I don’t let them go too far,” he said, “And besides, it’s not a big deal, and as I’ve told you before it’s business. I mean, how else do you think I got so popular at such a young age?” You were visibly staring to become more aggravated at his response.

“Yeah, that was before you were in a relationship,” you told him, “And like I said, doing it is one thing, but doing it in front of me? Like, honestly, do you really have to be so flirty? You think I want to see that?!”

“You’re making this out to be a much bigger deal than it is,” Keigo said. He had to admit that he was getting a bit annoyed with this. He just didn’t see it as something to draw up this much concern. “It’s not like I’m kissing them or, I don’t know, having an affair.” He rolled his eyes and at that, and the next thing he knew, you stood up, looking rather angry.

“Seriously, Keigo?! Did you really just have to say that? No shit, you aren’t having an affair. It’s about respecting me and not being inappropriate, and you really can’t even do that?” you asked, “How would you feel if I let random guys hug all over me and say things that just encourage that behavior? Huh?!”

“You’re making this way worse than it is, and that’s not a fair comparison at all. I mean, this is how it’s always been with my line of work, and you knew that coming into this relationship,” Keigo said. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think, but, no, he wouldn’t dare let another guy touch you. He felt, right now, that it was a different situation, though! What you described could potentially be dangerous for you.

“Well, excuse me for thinking you’d have some sort of common decency towards me and would know that there’s a difference between how you’re supposed to act while you are and aren’t in a relationship,” you rolled your eyes as you left the room.

“[Name]? Where are you going?” Keigo asked as he followed you. Were you truly that upset by what he did?

“To find someone that understands respect,” you grumbled as you unlocked the front door.

“You can’t be serious?” You didn’t respond as you left, and in that moment Keigo knew that he had to think long and hard about all of this as seeing you leave did strike something with him. Perhaps there was some truth in what you said. Either way, though, he was tired and expecting you to come back soon so that you could properly discuss this.

Keigo spent the entire night tossing and turning. You were late. Or rather, where were you? He expected that you would have been back home by now, but by the time morning hit and you weren’t there, he grew a bit concerned. ‘Calm down, she probably just spent the night at a friend’s house.’ His thoughts were easier said than done as he tried to call you during the entirety of his morning routine. Keigo probably called you over fifty times in all, and the more he did, the more anxious he became.

After getting ready for work, Keigo headed out, still trying to convince himself that everything would be fine. The second he made it to his office, however, “Hawks!” one of his sidekicks rushed into the office with a laptop in hand. Keigo looked at him rather confused, wondering what could have made the man so over the top this morning.

“What is it?” he asked.

“L-Last night,” he was a bit out of breath, “Someone reported a kidnapping in the downtown area near the central alleyways! When we were able to find out the location, we got access to the street cameras to check them, and well…” He trailed off, looking incredibly sorry.

“Well what?” Keigo asked. His sidekick didn’t say a word, but rather placed his laptop on Hawks’s desk and pressed play. The first thing Keigo saw was you, walking, which caused his heart to start beating fast. It couldn’t be….It just couldn’t. The next thing he knew a car came and hurriedly stopped in front of you. And as Keigo watched two villains get out and start to attack you, he felt as if he couldn’t watch this anymore. Still, he could not tare himself away. You put up a fight, but in the end, they overpowered you and knocked you out.

“We then received a ranso-Hawks?!” Keigo couldn’t stand this anymore as he flew out a nearby window, hoping to find any clues at the scene of the crime.

This was all his fault! How could he have been so stupid to let you leave so late at night by yourself-No, how could he be so stupid to undermine your feelings instead of listening and letting you know that your concerns were valid? You had been kidnapped because of him. If he would have just understood how disrespected you felt and just listened then none of this would be happening.

All you wanted was for him to not be so touchy and flirty with his fans, and what did he do? He drove you to leave, by simply not accepting how you felt. He should have been kinder and looked into your feelings. He felt regret, and the second he found you, which he certainly would, he was going to let you know just how sorry he truly was.

#hawks x reader #hawks #keigo takami x reader #keigo tamaki #mha keigo takami #keigo x reader #reader #reader insert #My hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero x reader #my hero x reader #drabble #drabbles #angst

[thorne93]

History Repeats (Part 12)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 3612

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong​

**Song Inspiration: Death By A Thousand Cuts by Taylor Swift

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Dating Hayden was so easy, surprisingly easy. Talking to him during dates was the most comfortable thing you’d ever done. And oddly, it just felt right to go home together but go to separate rooms. You could take things slow and simple, and yet still be around each other all the time. And Hayden was great to you. He treated you nicely, complimented you all the time, encouraged you on your newfound work. In fact, one night, you were siting on the couch, writing a new song. 

“What’s that?” Hayden asked over your shoulder. 

“A new song,” you said as you hid the notebook, shielding it with your body.

“Ah, I see. Will I get to hear it?”

“With any luck,” you hoped. “I’m hoping Trey will work with me to record this one for the EP, I think it’s really good.” 

“I’m sure it’s fantastic,” he assured as he sat beside you on the couch. 

“Actually, it’s almost done… Would you want to… read it?” you offered timidly. It was a very personal song, but it also had a lot to do with him. 

“Are you sure?” he inquired, his brows knitting together. 

You nodded. “Yeah, you actually inspired it.”

“Oh, then I definitely want to look,” he said happily as he reached towards you. He grabbed the notebook and looked at your frantic handwriting. 

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you're in my head?

'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate)

Is it cool that I said all that

Is it too soon to do this yet?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Delicate 

He looked up at you and gave you the warmest smile. “I love it. You’re going to be the next top star, I swear by it.” 

You blushed and thanked him before leaning forward to kiss him deeply. 

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By now, the two of you had had a date a week now, and things couldn't be better for you. 

Your producer, Trey, invited you to meet some members he thought should join your band. You had a good sound on the demos you’d given him, but he said he wanted to boost your vocals with the best instruments and sounds he could. That’s where another producer, a drummer, and a guitarist came in. All were looking for their next project and wanted to meet you. 

He asked you to meet at a restaurant in the city. You said you’d have to wait until after your shift, but he said he didn’t mind waiting. So you finished your shift at 11 and headed to the exclusive lounge and bar. When you got there, there was only one party in the whole place. It seemed as if the place had closed. You frowned and greeted the hostess. She showed you to the table where Trey, a woman, and a man were sitting. You sat next to the man you didn’t know on the edge. 

“Ah, Y/N, you made it,” Trey greeted as he leaned forward. 

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it. Thank you so much for waiting for me.”

“Sure thing. So this is Stacia, she’s the other producer I work with from time to time. She heard your voice and really liked it. She’s worked with some great names before and I think she has a good shot at making you the next big thing.”

“Oh, wow, such a pleasure to meet you,” you said, reaching over the table and shaking her hand. 

“And this misfit beside you is Darren,” he said with a smirk. 

You shook his hand. He was lean as all get out, wearing a white wife beater, black jeans, and a black blazer with white pin stripes. He had a purple scarf wrapped around his neck and his hair was disheveled. 

“He’s a drummer. He’s damned good and I think he’d work well with your sound. Or the sound I think we should try to go for,” Trey explained. 

“That’s great! I’d love to start right away. We can start in the morning or --”

“Woah, slow down,” Trey said with a bit of a chuckle. The rest of the table laughed too. You felt a bit embarrassed and he could tell. “No, you’re fine. You’re excited. You should be. You’ve got a great voice and I can tell you’re willing to work with us on sound and marketing and advertising, the works, right?”

“Absolutely,” you said.

“Great, good, then we’re in good shape. We can talk business tomorrow. I want to get you in a booth, maybe polish up a few of those demos you gave me. I want to see what my team can do with you, and for you. But tonight, I think we should all just chat. Get to know you, your story, what your goals are regarding music…” He waved over one of the waiters standing by. He gestured to you. “What’ll you have?”

“Oh, uh, water?” you said, unsure what you were ordering. You didn’t know if this was a dinner, or cocktails or finger foods or what.

Trey gave you a funny look. “You don’t want a cocktail? Do you not drink? You sensitive to substances?” 

You shook your head. “Oh, no, nothing like that. I just wasn’t sure if I should be drinking walk talking business…? Thought it might be a bad mix.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Don’t think of this as a business meeting. I’m your friend, Y/N. Business? Yes, both you and I should always be professional and business-like, but I think we should build this out of friendship, right? So get a drink. We all will.”

“O--Oh, okay, uh, I’ll have a screwdriver,” you said quickly. 

“There ya go. Whiskey sour,” he ordered. Stacia ordered a cosmo and Darren ordered a tequila and tonic. 

They began asking you about your dreams, aspirations, goals, where you write, how you do it, what your inspiration came from, your current job. They talked a little bit about their plans for you. 

When it was all done, you called Hayden to pick you up. You weren’t sober enough to drive on your own. He asked you how it went but after a few answers, he realized it might be better to interrogate you later.

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You continued to meet with Trey and his team almost every day or night. He discussed the future, plans, and contracts. In just a few days, you’d cut a contract to turn your demos into a real EP. He wanted to re-record the tracks on your demo, and add two more. 

It turned out he was more than a producer, he owned that lounge you were at and a few bars. It was pretty customary for people he produced to be at them. He didn’t care one way or the other if his musicians partied, as long as they showed up to the booth on time and did their work. 

You’d been to one party at a club and met several others that were in Trey’s circle and Darren’s. Some musicians, some singers, some other music executives. It was good to meet these people, to network, but after that first night, you learned to say no to the alcohol. You thought it was better to be on your best behavior when you met all these people. 

Hayden wasn’t thrilled about you going to these events or parties, but you stressed that you needed to do it for your career. You explained you were only meeting other people that would help and once you reminded him wouldn’t be drinking, he didn’t see much wrong with it and seemed to accept it.

You were having the time of your life. You had a new, great boyfriend who treated you well. You were on your way to your dream career. Everything was more perfect than it’d ever been in your life. 

One night though, you were talking with Darren, in a booth at one of the clubs. 

“I’m so nervous. I go in to re-record my first track tomorrow,” you said, giddy with fear and excitement.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do stellar,” he assured. “But… if you want.” He glanced around for a moment before pulling something out in a small bag. “I do have something to take the edge off.”

“Holy shit. Is that coke?” you demanded, your heart already racing. 

He nodded his head subtly. “You want a bump or not?”

“Uh, no, I’m good. I don’t… I don’t do that. I’ll be fine,” you assured, holding your hand up.

“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug. He tapped a little on his fist, and snorted. You bobbed your head before saying you were gonna go get another drink at the bar. You avoided Darren the rest of the evening. 

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“You ready for this?” you asked as you plopped beside him on the couch with popcorn and cokes. 

“No, absolutely not,” he informed with a laugh. 

You put in the first movie -- Star Wars: Attack of the Clones -- and pressed play. “I’m ready. I am beyond excited.” 

“Ugh, this movie… I got so much grief over this,” he confided, cringing as he stared at the screen.” 

“So? Fuck ‘em,” you said easily.

“Y/N, you’ll understand better when you’re in the music business, but it does matter what some people think about you. Having a lot of critics isn’t a good thing, I hate to break it to you.” 

“No, I know that,” you assured. “But I also know that you were unjustly criticized for this. I think you portrayed Anakin exactly how he needed to be.” 

“Really?” he asked incredulously as he shot a glance your way. 

“Uh, yeah, absolutely,” you said defiantly. “I don’t think anyone else could’ve played him any better, I swear.” 

“Thanks,” he said quietly, shooting you a half smile that made butterflies erupt inside you. He could still do that to you despite dating for a while now and living together. 

The two of you watched more of his filmography all the way to the Vanishing. During a particularly jumpy scene, you ended up nearly jumping in Hayden’s lap. Your legs were on top of his, and most of your butt had scooted over onto his lap. 

Embarrassed a little bit by your needlessly scared actions, you turned around to apologize, blushing. 

“Oh, uh sorry,” you said as you eased yourself off his lap. 

He chuckled a low, sweet laugh. “It’s fine,” he assured. 

Just as you scooted off of his lap, the two of you were face to face, your legs still on his thighs. His mouth was just a few inches from yours. You stared at him, then stared down at his lips. You slowly planted a kiss on his lips that he reciprocated by curing his hand up to your hair. Gently, he began lowering you back onto the couch before continuing to kiss your lips, your cheek, down your collarbone.

You were breathing quickly. You wondered if you were moving too fast with him, too fast since Jason. But nothing had ever felt more right. You and Hayden had so much in common, he shared the same humor, you lit up when you saw him, you still felt both incredibly comfortable around him but still got butterflies when you saw him. He lived in the country and he adored children. He understood the music business and he supported you. He believed in your dreams. No one else had ever done that for you. 

He and you saw everything the same way. He was everything you ever wanted and more. He was kind to you and sweet to you. If you’d built him yourself on paper, you couldn’t have done a better job. 

The more his mouth moved over your body, the more you wanted him closer to you. You laid down with him hovering on top of you, and before you even really realized what was happening, you two were a sweaty heap on top of each other.

You spent the night chasing releases and exploring each other physically. You gave yourself entirely to him and you didn’t look back. 

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You didn’t tell Hayden about the drugs or the offer of them during the first meet up. It was the first of a few, actually. You had already started the re-recording, on your second track now. You typically went in before your shift at the hotel. On your days off, you and Hayden would set up a date, if he wasn’t beat from filming. 

By now, you’d been to three parties where you’d been offered drugs, and the last two times it wasn’t Darren. Everyone was cool about it though when you said no. Didn’t make you any more comfortable around them, but that was a hazard of the job.

Tonight was your tenth official date with Hayden. The two of you agreed to keep it simple since you were tired from working two jobs and he was filming for 10 hour days. Tonight’s location was a simple italian restaurant in the heart of the city. 

“So how’s the recording? I haven't heard much. Is it going well or better than you expected?” 

“It’s good,” you said, nodding. “Better than I imagined actually. I was so nervous the first day. I thought they’d rethink signing the contract. I worried they'd think I sounded like the worst thing they’d ever heard.”

He laughed slightly and said, “Oh my god. No, why would they think that?”

You shrugged. “I guess because this is too good to be true. Like, this kind of stuff doesn’t happen to me, or people like me. I’m just, I’m a nobody, and I’m being discovered by a guy who produces artists that top the charts weekly.” 

“But you’re great. This guy heard you sing in the lobby and then heard your demos and he wanted more.” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I know but still, it’s so hard to believe it’s real.” 

“I know the feeling. Believe me, it doesn't really get easier,” he informed with a smile.

“Oh, that’s so good to know,” you said, laughing. “How about you? How is filming going?”

“Really great. I really like this new project. I wish you could come on set,” he said, gesturing to you. “I think you’d have fun.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Just as you went to ask him something, a brunette woman walked up to the table. She wasn’t your waitress, so you had no idea who she was. She came up behind Hayden at first, then stopped just next to him at the table. 

He saw a figure out of his peripheral vision. He glanced over to her, then did a double-take. 

“Rachel?” he greeted, completely flabbergasted. “What--What are you doing here?” 

“I saw you, from the window, thought I’d come in and say hi,” she said before glancing at you. “And this is...?”

“Oh, sorry, uh, Y/N this is Rachel, Rachel this is Y/N.” 

You held out your hand before the name Rachel registered with you. Just as she went to shake  your hand, you remembered who she was.

His ex. 

The mother of his child. 

She shook your hand, smiling warm and friendly before she turned back to Hayden. “Could I talk to you for one second?” she requested.

“Uh, sure.” He glanced back to you before scooting away. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Yeah, I’m just gonna borrow him for one quick second,” she said. “So good to meet you.” 

“Yeah, you too,” you said, trying to hide your confusion and slight offense. 

You watched the two walk outside and they talked for a few minutes before Hayden rejoined you at the table. 

“Hey, everything okay?” you asked sweetly, putting your hand on his. 

“Yeah, fine.” He pulled his hand back and sat it in his lap. 

“Are you sure? You seem a bit rattled--”

“I said I’m fine,” he snapped. “Let’s just finish our dinner, okay?” 

Pulling away from him, you stared at him, concerned. “Oh, okay, yeah, sure.” 

The two of you finished your dinner in silence. You had tried to question him a few times, but nothing happened. When you two got home, the atmosphere had shifted. It was no longer this lovely, warm, sweet air. It felt cold, distant, tense.

“I had a good time,” you tried as you stood between the two doorways to the bedrooms. “If you want, we could watch--

“Yeah, listen I'm gonna hit the hay. I’m beat. Thanks though. Goodnight.” He barely looked at you as he shook his head while talking. He gave you a quick glance and then went inside his bedroom. 

You frowned, having no idea what you did wrong. 

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The next day, you saw Hayden in the morning as the two of you headed into work. You were on your way to the studio and he was on his way to film. 

“Oh, hey,” you greeted him happily. “So weird about seeing Rachel last night. Are you okay?”

“Huh, yeah, I’m fine,” he said as he poured a cup of coffee in his to-go cup. 

“Oh, good. If you want to talk about it, we can.”

He nodded. “Not now. I’m running late. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?” 

“Sure thing. See you later.” You went to kiss him but he just picked up his cup, smiled slightly at you, and swept around him. You frowned after him. 

When you got home that night, it wasn’t much better. He said he was tired and went into his room, barely even looking at you. 

This stayed this way for the next few days. You spoke to him, he would excuse himself and leave. You sat next to him on the couch, he’d get up to shower or go for a run. You’d offer to have a late dinner, he’d say he had already eaten. Everything you did, he found a way to avoid you. 

Until finally, on your day off, you stopped him as he came in the door. 

“Hey, can we talk? You’ve been kind of off lately, and I just want to check in with you.” You got close to him. “You’ve barely looked at me or talked to me.”

He began chewing his lip as his gaze cast to the floor. “I don’t think we should date any more,” he said. 

The air left the room. 

“I--I-- What did you say?” you stammered, frowning. 

“Look, I’ve thought about it and I think it’s best if we just remain friends. I really like you but…” 

“But… what? You decided to get in my pants and just leave?” you wondered, anger building up inside you. “I mean, was the sex that bad?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood, but also trying to sincerely understand what happened between you two.

He shook his head and ran a hand down his face. “No, that’s not it at all. I swear. I really do like you, I just…” 

“Just what, Hayden? I deserve an explanation. We were fine. We were more than fine, or happy, so I thought. I mean, what the hell?” you demanded, completely confused. 

“I just think… Look, you and I met under some shaky circumstances. I just don’t want just to be…”

“To be what?” you pressed. 

He finally looked up and looked into your eyes. “To be each other’s rebounds,” he informed. 

You shook your head. “You’re not my rebound. You’re… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and now you just want to throw that all away?” 

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to keep dating. Rebounds often feel like they’re the best thing in the world, because it masks the pain--”

“I’m not masking shit! I thought I loved Jason, I really did. But after we broke up, I realized I just loved the idea of being with him. I got comfortable with him. I told you this. But you and I… I thought we were real, I thought we had a future.” 

“I thought we did too, but I’ve re-evaluated our situation, and I don’t think our heads are in this.”

Shaking your head, you were spinning. “I don’t understand. We were fine! Weren't we? We were having fun. I thought things were really good between us. Did I do something wrong?” 

“No, no,” he assured. “It’s nothing like that.”

“So, this is it then? You just think of me as a rebound and after you get in my pants to forget about your ex, you just want to throw me aside?” you shouted. 

“No!” He stepped forward and squeezed your shoulders. “I care a lot about you,” he started.

You wrenched out of his grasp. “Just not enough to stay with me? Hmm? It’s fine. I get it. All guys have ever done to me is use me. Get me to like them, I treat them well, just when I think it’s going great, I get dumped. Rinse, repeat. Whatever. I’m over this.” 

You stormed into your bedroom and slammed the door, turning your stereo nearly all the way up. You got ready for bed and curled up, letting the tears flow. Your chest hurt so bad from feeling this way, from feeling so… used, so betrayed. 

You were far from over this. You were far from fine. Out of everyone you’d ever been with, Hayden made the most sense. He seemed to fit you so perfectly. He fit your life so well. 

And now, he wanted out, like everyone else you ever got close to.

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