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alleiwentcrazy · 1 year

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Eddie hates it when people don’t answer his calls. He hates it with passion.

It reminds him of too many things. It reminds him of manhunts and abandoned sheds, and no one on the other side of the line. It reminds him of cold, clammy hands, of hunger, of fear. Breaking bones and eldritch horrors he’d thought existed solely in cheap movies, not in real life, until he was brutally made aware of the fact that when people say everything’s possible, everything is possible.

Every time someone doesn’t answer the phone when he calls, panic starts to boil inside his veins and his brain immediately makes at least a dozen painful scenarios for him to dwell on. He knows that technically, they just don’t know that it’s him. But it doesn’t make him worry any less, so everyone’s learned to respect the rule. They just have to pick up. No matter what. Or he’ll freak out, drop everything he’s doing and come unexpectedly to check if everything’s alright.

There hasn’t been a single situation when things were actually bad—people go get groceries, take solid, deep naps, or they’re simply too lazy to pick up sometimes—but he always does that. Always.

Especially if it’s Steve who doesn’t answer. What if he fell? Or someone mugged him? Or he got into a fight? This brain can’t take any more damage. What if he’s in the hospital now, waiting to be anesthetized before surgery, and no one’s called Eddie yet, because to society they’re just some dudes living together?

There are too many options. Eddie doesn’t like taking chances anymore, so he slaps the “I’ll be back in a few” sign on the door, closes the shop and speeds through the town like he has nothing to lose. (And it’s quite stupid, because he has too many things to lose now—but he’s allowed to freak out once in a while.)

When he gets there and sees Steve pacing and gesturing animatedly in front of the window of their tiny but awfully cluttered kitchen, he finds out exactly what it means to have the whole world on your shoulders. Or, rather, to be finally freed from the pressure it creates.

It’s okay. It’s just a stupid phone call. It wasn’t even important, anyway.

Despite that, he takes his helmet off. Won’t hurt to remind Steve of the rule. And maybe kiss his pretty face a little while he’s here.

He doesn’t even have to enter their apartment to know that Steve’s not alone. First off – if Steve’s pacing and rambling, an anxious trait he’s picked up from Robin, wasn’t a hint enough – it’s loud. Their paper walls can barely hold back a normal conversation, let alone something resemblant of a heated discussion. Honestly, Eddie has no idea how their neighbors can stand them sometimes, with his metal, their late-night conversations and non-conversations alike, with the kids visiting so often. Although Steve is optimistic (they have some lovely neighbors, like sweet Gran Fran, but don’t ever let Eddie express his opinions about that old hag from across the hallway, Miss Hermans), he’s still waiting for that complaint to be filed.

Second, he smells coffee. Steve never makes coffee for just himself.

Eddie opens the door gingerly, remembering how easy it is to completely unhinge them by accident, and is about to scream something about getting home, when none other than Dustin Henderson cuts him off with a shriek.

“—because it’s actually pathetic, that’s why! Get a grip, man, just do it!”

“Oh, it’s so easy for you to say, because you’ve never actually tried—”

“And maybe I never will! If you won’t do it, how can I learn how to do it myself? You know that you guys are the closest thing to father figures!”

“Hey, don’t make it about yourself for once, maybe? Some humility?”

Dustin’s quiet for a second, but Eddie knows he’s not about to admit full defeat. “Yes, sorry,” he chokes out, finally. “But you’ve tried so many times, you should know that it doesn’t get any easier on another try. Just do it, it doesn’t matter how.”

“It does, though! To me, it—it does. It matters,” Steve mumbles back, and Eddie can picture his face in perfect detail. It’s Steve’s small voice, which means he’s worried about something, even though his worry doesn’t make any sense in everyone else’s eyes. He’s unsure: his brows are pinched, lips pursed, stare skittering around the room, never focusing on anything. Dustin knows this face too, because his tone gets softer.

“Okay, then walk me through it.”

“What?”

“Walk me through it. You’ll know what you want, how you want it, when and where, and it’ll be easier when you try it next time.”

“Dustin, I really don’t—I’m not sure it can get easier, ever.”

“Because you’re scared.”

Steve sighs deeply before he responds. “Yes. Because I’m scared.”

“It’s been eight years, Steve. What are you scared of?” Dustin’s voice is gentle, curious. He’s not judging, he genuinely wants to know the reasons, and so does Eddie. He leans against the wall, trying to sneak a peek of the kitchen unsuccessfully, and listens. A while passes before Steve speaks again.

“I think—There are so many things I’m afraid of. But the main one… It’s still rejection. Not being enough. Because it’s not like it’s anything formal, right? It’s only a promise, and if it ends up turned down…”

Chair legs scrape the floor and Eddie can hear two soft slaps – hands on shoulders, probably.

“Steve Harrington. Calm down. You know it’s not going to happen—no, don’t argue. I know it, and this alone should be enough. You are an amazing person. You’re great with people, you’re bright, you’re sweet, caring, you have so many talents. I love you, Steve,” the pause that follows is filled with something so heavy there’s a shift in the air. It has a different smell now. A little salty, a little warm. “And he loves you. More than you can imagine, probably. So just pop the question, Steve. And don’t back out with some stupid excuse like this morning.”

“Pop the question,” Steve says, his voice firm, only a little timid. “Yes, I think—I think I can do that.”

Eddie bounces off the wall and takes quiet, slow steps backwards. He can’t hear anything else, even though the conversation continues. He bites his tongue hard enough to make it bleed a little. A coppery taste floods his mouth as he closes the door.

Oh, it’s just so, so stupid. He would have said yes. Each and every time, he would have said yes.

Later that day, when they’re lying in bed together, with the sheets rumpled, their bodies warm and mushy from the nap, with Eddie’s lips on Steve’s and Steve’s hands in Eddie’s hair, Eddie remembers the overheard conversation.

Well, no. That’s a lie. Because he hasn’t stopped thinking about it ever since.

Every single second of what, at first, seemed to be yet another annoying Monday, has been filled with reverie and anticipation. Dustin’s right – Eddie loves Steve. He loves him enough to risk hell for him, enough to argue with anyone who’s in any way mean to him. Enough to take his hand and say “You don’t have to be afraid when I’m with you”, even though Eddie’s the biggest coward in the whole wide world.

Eddie loves him. Loves his goofy smiles and scrunched happy faces, loves his moles and the uneven mustache he grows out sometimes when he’s bored. Eddie loves how gentle Steve is, how thoughtful and kind-hearted he is. How he helps Gran Fran replant her flowers each month with more enthusiasm than Eddie’s ever shown to anyone. How he talks to children, how much respect he has for those undermined by everyone else.

Eddie loves how he’s learned to stand up for himself. He’s proud of Steve, of how much he’s grown, of how he knows how to express what he needs and what he wants now. Eddie’s loved him for ages, maybe even longer than he’s aware of, but every single significant and insignificant change in Steve’s behavior and point of view makes him fall a little bit harder, every time. In any shape, in any form, there’s one constant in Eddie’s life: his love for Steve.

He likes to think that they do that to each other, both of them. That they help each other through inevitable changes, painful regressions and euphoric victories alike. He likes to think that together, they make one, healthy, living being – and apart they’re good, because they’ve grown to be good people thanks to the connections they’ve made overall. He likes this idea of just being good, together and apart. And he loves Steve for giving him the opportunity to be just that.

Eddie wants it to last. Desperately, intensely, madly. He wants it to last and he needs it to keep happening – he knows that, and he knows he has the capacity to do that. To be there, to stay. His hands touch Steve’s thigh, not in the slightest covered by those silly Hawkins Tigers shorts he’s kept, then they touch Steve’s soft, scarred belly, then they touch his chest, where his heart is beating steadily and peacefully, and he keeps kissing him and Steve keeps clingling back to him, and Eddie’s so sure.

He wants this. He wants to experience growing old together, he wants them to get all wrinkly and bald together, he wants the fights over who gets the most comfortable chair in their grandkids’ living room. He wants them to experience the highs and the lows of the family that they already have, and the one they’re going to build someday.

Eddie wants this. He wants Steve. The whole deal; the promised forever. And he doesn’t want to wait another second.

“Steve,” Eddie says, cutting the kiss short so suddenly Steve actually pulls him closer, chasing after the warmth of his lips. “I’m saying yes.”

“Mm. Okay,” he mumbles back, too kiss- and sleep-hazy to catch Eddie’s intention right away. He tries to bump their noses together—which is adorable, really, but Eddie can’t let him hijack and self-sabotage this proposal too.

“No, Steve,” he squeezes Steve’s side until he looks at him properly. “I love you. I’m saying yes.”

In awe, Eddie watches as Steve’s face goes through confusion, true bewilderment, a bit of fear and fleeting exhilaration, to finally settle on disbelief.

“How did you—”

Eddie laughs a little at that. “I called and you didn’t pick up.” Steve makes a little oh sound, already looking like a kicked puppy. “But it’s okay, doesn’t matter, not the point,” Eddie jumps in, anticipating an unnecessary apology. “The point is, I love you, and I’m saying yes.”

Steve stares at him for a long second, his eyes wide and earnest. His fingers slide from Eddie’s hair to finally settle on both of his cheeks, cradling them lovingly. Eddie kinda wants to cry.

“You’ll marry me?” Steve asks, incredulous, his voice only a bit louder than a whisper. The way he accentuates the word “marry” gives yet another layer of meaning to such a simple question. You’ll love me? Forever?

“I’ll marry you,” he replies without hesitation. “You’ll marry me?” You’ll love me? With my flaws?

“I’ll marry you,” Steve says back. Then he grins with his eyes glistening in the bedside light, and squishes Eddie’s cheeks so hard it squeezes the unshed tear right from his eye. “We’ll get married!”

Steve giggles happily, and Eddie laughs with him. There’s so much joy inside him—them, the whole room seems to get bigger. “We will,” he adds through a smile, already peppering his fiancé’s face with kisses.

“Oh gosh, I have to call Robin,” Steve manages through his giggles and Eddie loves him so much. “And Dustin!”

So, so much.

#steve harrignton #eddie munson #steddie #dustin henderson #stranger things #st4 fanfic #i've had SUCH a shit and busy month. i'm using them to heal myself lol #i wanted to make them so pathetically in love i accidentally made my eyes fall out of my skull bc of the cheesiness #proposal au #hehe #short and sweet #excuse me if i got too silly. my hand slipped

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reiderwriter · 8 months

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hi 💖 I’m literally ✨obsessed✨ with your writing atm and I’ve never done a request before so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity!!

I would love to read an established couple fic where reader drops by !professor spencer’s office and spicy times ensue 🌶️👀 the trope where reader is inexplicably jealous of the girls auditing his class gets me every 🤌 single 🤌 time 🤌 (but don’t feel like you have to include that trope!! I’m a sucker for any !professor spencer smut lmao)

- 🐺 anon

A/N: Thank you sm for your request!! I am also slightly unhinged about Professor Spencer (I think this is my second one this month lmao) so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: use of sir, degradation, fingering, no contraception, PinV sex, semi-public sex, jealous reader (she's like 27 beefing with undergrads), age-gap (15 years), Spencer keeps a souvenir of her visit 😊. Also I don't even know if American lecturers have office hours, so like... For context I am a European living in SK lmao. 18+ MINORS DNI

W/C: ~2k

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You’d lost count of how many times you’d visited Spencer in his office now that he’d started lecturing semi-regularly. The break from his regular activities as a member of the BAU suited him well, and you had no complaints either, loving having an excuse to drop by the college campus he was based on to visit the cute student-run coffee shops and explore the space. And since you’d started working from home while you wrote your novel, you definitely had the time to visit.

Usually, you’d find him in some lecture theatre or the other, but having walked around all his regularly scheduled rooms, he was nowhere in sight. You shrugged a little, figuring that he must be in his office if he was nowhere else. You were right, of course, but he wasn’t exactly alone.

A line of undergrads had formed at his door as you noticed the sign pinned to his door mentioned his updated office hours for the semester in the run-up to finals week. Typical. You were never the best-timed person, and you could see that you weren’t going to get his attention for a while from the look of all the students. You waited outside for him to open the door and summon the next student into his office, settling onto a couch opposite his door.

You weren’t trying to listen in to the multiple conversations going on, but you couldn’t help it when they were being so loud and open.

“God, he’s so fucking hot, I just want him to bend me over that desk and-”

“-wonder if he’s single. If he is, I’m totally going to make a move-”

“-I just know it’s big-”

“- in that lecture about the serial rapist, all I could think about was his hands-”

You blushed a little deeper with each of their confessions. They didn’t know who you were, of course they didn’t, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell them. But now you knew why it was that they were here, and honestly, you couldn’t blame them for lusting after the man, you’d done the same thing. Your relationship had started in a similar way. You’d knocked on the doors of the FBI with a case back when you were a journalist, and been met with those big brown eyes and it had taken your entire strength to not jump him then and there.

So you understood. But you didn’t have to like it, and you certainly did not. The longer you sat there, the older you felt, constantly resisting the urge to yell at these kids in an old maid's way. Gods he was old enough to be some of these girls’ fathers. You weren’t exactly close in age with him yourself, a gap of about 15 years separating the two of you, but come on.

The door to his office finally cracked open, and you followed the sound of his voice, still rambling out facts as he let the student out.

“Now that you have the difference between stressor and trigger down, you’ll find it easier to interpret some of the readings, just keep in mind that sometimes they can be one and the same.” The student nodded and thanked him before leaving, a slightly disappointed look shadowing her face.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” His smile lit up the second he saw you, and you held out the coffee you’d bought him earlier to him.

“Thought I’d drop in and see you. I missed you.” Maybe it was petty of you in front of literal teenagers and people who couldn’t even legally drink yet, but you wrapped a hand around his waist, underneath his suit jacket, and looked up at him with a big grin, fluttering your eyelashes. He looked at you with knotted eyebrows, trying to decode your words as if they were the key to cracking a case he was working on.

You felt the eyes of the students burning into you, heard them whispering to each other and your grin deepened. You’d marked your territory successfully.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got office hours for the next 25 minutes, do you mind waiting?” He looked apologetically down at you, speaking with a bit of an awkward tone, not used to the notable PDA.

“That’s fine. I can wait out here, right?” You asked, trying to give him your most innocent look. He nodded his assent, and you returned to your seat, grabbing a book from your bag and settling in as he welcomed the next student to his office.

An hour later, all the students had finally dispersed. A fair few of them had given up after you made your identity known, embarrassingly slinking away from the queue, but a fair few had stuck it out, still just wanting a glimpse of him. The conversation had dimmed though, now back on the topic of college parties and TikTok stars or something.

When the final student slipped out of the office, you jumped up enthusiastically and joined Reid inside, letting yourself in with a small knock and a sing-song “professor.”

He was sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose looking down at some papers, and looking as attractive as he had the day you’d met him. You slunk over to him, swirling his chair around so you could sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

“What’s gotten into you today?” He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, obviously not objecting to the sudden physicality of your affection. “It’s not an anniversary, we’re only on our 1,813th day of dating which doesn’t mark any milestones or other special cultural holidays, so what gives.”

“You know I love it when you talk numbers to me.”

“You know I love it even more when you spill and tell me what’s going on? Come on, Y/N, something’s different.” You pouted at this goddamn superhuman perception. It was going to be embarrassing to admit that you saw the gaggle of girls that had been crowding around his office as competition.

“There were a lot of students today.” You said, simply changing the topic a bit, hoping you wouldn’t have to explicitly name the green-eyed monster that had taken over you.

“Not really, that’s about the amount I get every time I open office hours.”

“Every time?” He’d told you often that you were an absolutely open book, your facial expressions baring your every thought and feeling. So you cursed yourself at the pout you felt forming on your lips.

“Woah, what was that? Y/N, are you… are you jealous?”He laughed a little bit as your frown deepened, a flush coming up to cover your face.

“So what if I am?”

“Have I not been paying enough attention to you, baby?” He trailed his hand up between your thighs and your breath hitched as you felt the tone of the conversation immediately shift.

“They were talking about you, y’know?” your breath hitched at the last word, as his hand found its way to your clit, beginning to press the tiniest of circles around that nerve.

“Oh? What were they saying that made my princess so upset?” The hand gripping your hip was nearly painful now, as he clasped you tightly, letting your legs spread for him as he slowly picked up the pace, your back now flush against his chest as he looked down to between your legs from over your shoulder. Your head was thrown back against him, your chest rising and falling with every small movement.

“They were talking a-about your hands,” you moaned out. His eyes stayed fixed on your center, but his free hand trailed up to your blouse, popping a few buttons expertly so he could see the rise and form of your chest, see your nipples sticking out through the thin bra you’d chosen that morning.

“Hmm, is that it baby? They just talked about these hands?” He continued at his agonizing pace on your clit as his hand lifted to your nipples, pulling one breast free of your bra and beginning to roll it between his fingers. You writhed at the touch, trying desperately to keep quiet, knowing from your time outside just how thin these walls were.

“Baby, I think you didn’t hear me. Was that all they said?” His tone was darker now, and you knew you had to answer before he made you.

“No!” You moaned out, trying to gain back some composure when all you wanted to do was relax into his hands and let him pull your release from you. “They… they said they knew you were big… Down there.” He laughed a little at that and shifted his hips underneath you.

“And are they correct baby?” You feel him pressing against your leg now and it takes everything in you not to let your eyes roll back in pleasure and let him use you as he wants.

“Yes, sir. They were… they were right, you always fill me up so good.” Your hips start grinding down into his, his hand stilling as you use him to get yourself off.

“There’s something else they said, right, baby? You’re holding something back?” He smiled, dropping hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck as you frantically rubbed yourself up against him. Your moans were ripping out from your mouth now in frustrated moans, as you felt needy in a way you’d never quite experienced before.

“Stop teasing, Spencer.”

“No. This is my office, and you come in draping yourself all over me like a whore in front of all of my students. You don’t get to call me Spencer right now, you’re going to have to show a little bit more respect.” With those words he pushed you up to your feet, pulling his hands off of you before quickly clearing a space on the desk and bending you over it.

“I heard this bit. They said they wanted me to bend them over and take them like this, right?” You heard him unzip his pants, bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance as he started teasing you, pulling your panties to the side. You moaned out a yes, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore.

“Use your words, baby. What did they want me to do to them?”

“They wanted you to bend them over the desk and fuck them like a little whore, sir.” With that confession out in the open, he finally pushed into you, stretching you out with a sinful groan slipping from his mouth.

“Fuck baby, so tight and wet for me…” His thrusts were hard and slow, and you could feel the wetness seeping down your legs, the wet sounds of your activity filling the space infinitely. His pace picked up and so did your constant mewls from the contact, the sounds completely unmistakable for anything but base lust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. Going to come, right here on my cock in my office, huh?”

“Yes, sir, I’m going to…. Shit, I’m going to cum.” He grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to his, swallowing each of your moans with his mouth as he let his tongue explore, your body twitching still under his ministrations. He kept his rough pace up for another minute or two before hitting his peak as well, pulling out to empty himself out on your thighs.

“Shit, Y/N,” he mumbled, falling back into his chair and running a hand through his tousled hair as you fell forward back into the desk, chest heaving. He was at eye level with the results of his labour and you heard the sound of his phone camera clicking before you could pull yourself together.

“Spencer!” You giggled awkwardly, looking back at him with an incredulous look as he pulled some tissues out of the desk drawer and started cleaning you up.

“What? I always take notes during my office hours.” He grinned up at you, as you turned around and planted another kiss to his lips, pulling him back up to you.

“How many students do you think will actually turn up to your class tomorrow?”

“I’ll be lucky if the module actually has any sign-ups next term.”

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 4 months

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Two

Summary: You decide to finally do something for yourself and ease your mind Pairing: f!reader x Jeon Jungkook Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Not too much for this chapter in particular besides mentions of domestic violence BUT yändere, manipulation, self harm, cheating, explicit language, smut, angst throughout the rest of the story a/n: Since you guys seem to be really liking this story I worked hard to get chapter two out quickly! Let me know what you think! p.s. Fuck me y'all I literally deleted chapter 2 but luckily I write on wattpad and I was able to restore it. I was literally about to cry Requested by the lovely: @kkusadmirer 💜

We had another fight.

Honestly I don't even remember what it was about, something stupid like I left the door open after I came in with the groceries and forgot to lock it. Or maybe it was the fact that I actually left the house and got them instead of just ordering them to get dropped off on the doorstep.

He always tells me it's too dangerous out there or that I should just wait for him to go with me instead. If I did that though we would never have any food here and I'm not about to order takeout for every meal.

I don't understand why leaving the door open would be such an issue. We live in a relatively nice complex and our neighbors always make sure to look out for me so I don't understand why something as simple as that could set him off.

But then again it doesn't take much to set him off these days, I guess it was something I should've expected.

He hasn't been home for two days and at this point I've decided that maybe it's time I went out for the night. Nothing crazy or anything but just, out.

Putting on yet another turtleneck I make sure that the old and new marks are covered. I've taken it a step further and put some makeup on to make sure that no one will notice. Although I doubt anyone would notice me anyways since I usually fade into the background.

But tonight isn't about feeling insecure in myself. Tonight is the night where I finally do something on my own and get out of the house.

Taking out my phone I look up the address for the local pub I've decided to go to, making sure to wear comfortable boots since it's a little ways away. I'm luck that it's winter right now so bundling up is normal, making my outfit even less suspicious.

Taking a couple of deep breaths I reach for the handle, unlock the door and step outside.

'Should I really be doing this?' I question but before I'm able to second guess myself I hear our next door neighbor unlock her door as well and step outside her door.

"Oh, y/n. What a pleasant surprise! It's been a while since I've seen your pretty face" she says scanning my features, clearly having heard the fight we had had the other day and making sure that I look okay.

"Hi Mrs. Mitchell. How have you and Mr. Mitchell been?" I ask, returning her warm greeting but feeling awkward talking to someone that isn't Taehyung or my editor.

"As well as we could be I suppose. Harry just turned 73 last month so he's been complaining about how old he his and how his knees don't work the way they used to. What can you expect when you get to our age?" she says, chuckling at her husband who is a few years younger than her.

"Seems like no matter how old men get, they still whine and complain whenever they get sick or injured" she continues, clearly trying to lighten my spirits. "I guess so" I say, not daring to bad mouth Taehyung since he's probably already gotten a pretty bad reputation around here with everything we've been through over the past few years.

Sometimes I'm surprised by the fact that we haven't gotten evicted with all of the noise complaints we've gotten.

He always makes me answer each and every call from our building even though he's the one responsible for a majority of the noise but he always makes sure to stand close by to make sure I don't ask them to send help no matter how severe things have gotten.

"Where are you off to?" she asks taking note of the fact that it's getting late in the evening. "I figured I might just head over to the pub a few streets down and see if I can clear my head for a while" I say, not bothering to give more information than necessary. Not that there would be any more information to give.

"Good for you dear! It's always good to go out and get a new perspective on life. Let me know anytime if you need any help alright? Oh and I'm so excited to read your next book!" she says and with that last part catching me off guard. "You've read my books?" I question, taken aback and almost embarrassed at the fact that a woman of her age would be reading the type of genre I write, let alone my own.

"Of course dear! As soon as I found out that you were a writer I went straight to the bookstore and bought all of them! You really are very talented" she finishes, with a glimmer of admiration in her eye.

"Thank you so much, your support means the world to me, truly" I finish and she quickly shoo me off, apologizing for holding me hostage.

"Next time I see you I'll sign your copies if you'd like" I offer and the look on her face is absolutely priceless.

"I'll make sure to have them sitting by the front door with a pen in hand!" she beams and I wave one last goodbye before I make my way to my destination.

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Walking in the doors of The Blue Pearl I'm greeted by the sound of soft rock being played in the background and a low murmur of the small amount of people spread through out. This pub seems to be a little old fashioned so I guess it's not a big draw for the younger rowdier crowds. Which was exactly what I was looking for.

Just a slow night to clear my head and a strong drink to drown my sorrows. Knowing me though I'll probably stop after one or two drinks.

I decide to sit at the bar on the stool closest to the wall and wave the bartender over.

"Surprise me, something sweet but something strong" I say trying to sound as confident as I can. "You got it" she says and comes back soon with a pink drink of some sort a few moments later. "What is this?" I ask after taking a sip, already dying for another one at the fruity but subtly sweet drink.

"I like to call it The Slut Puppy" she says with a proud smile. I tilt my head when I look at her, confused as to how she came up with the name. "I'm still workshopping it to be honest but your reaction to the name definitely played true to the puppy part. I laugh realizing that I subconsciously played into her game and she laughs right along with me.

"Long night?" she asks after I've settled in, using her bartender powers to see right through my act while walking away a bit to clean up the shaker she had used to make my drink.

"Try long life" I say, rolling my eyes before taking a sip of my drink again, sighing in contentment. "That bad huh?" she laughs bitterly, knowing one way or another that what I'm dealing with is beyond fucked. "Let's just say the best part of my week so far has been this drink" I and steal a quick glance at her, embarrassed that my words are flowing so easily to a complete stranger.

"But it's Saturday night" she say with her brows pinched together. "Exactly" I say and before I can even ask she decides to grab another shaker and makes me another drink which I accept with a somber smile. "I put some extra ice in this one so don't worry it's not gonna go straight to your head" she says, looking out for me as if she were someone I had known for my whole life.

"I'm y/n by the way" I say, hoping to move from strangers to acquaintances at the very least. "Rae" she answers before tending to another patron.

"So y/n" she starts as she makes her way back over to me "what do you do?" she asks, maintaining conversation but not trying to pry when it comes to what I'm clearly upset about.

"I'm a writer" I answer and her interest is immediately peaked. "A writer? Really? What do you write about?" she asks, leaning up against the counter so she can hear me a bit better.

"To be honest my stories are pretty fucked up romance novels" I say scratching the top of my head feeling a bit awkward at the confession.

"Sounds like my type of book" she laughs. I let out a breath, thankful that I won't have to explain myself to her since this genre isn't everyone's cup of tea. "So what are some books that you've written? Maybe I've read one before" she says going back to cleaning up a few things, making sure to use her time wisely.

"Well 'Trials of the Broken' is one of them. It's my best seller at the moment. I'm actually working on writing the sequel right now" I respond, embarrassed but proud of my achievements all the same.

"I think I've heard of that one! My friends have been trying to get me to read it but I never got around to it" she says, surprised at her chances of meeting me.

"If you ever get around to it then let me know what you think" I say, now kicking myself for putting on the pressure for her to read it. "I definitely will" she says and makes her way over to the other side of the bar to serve some more patrons that just made their way inside.

Glancing over at them I notice one that is a few steps behind the crowd, making me question if he's come here alone but I go back to looking at my drink, trying my best not to stare.

My eyes somehow manage to drag themselves over toward him as he places his order and waits for Rae to make it.

He takes off his hood and I'm met with first, the sight of his sharp jaw, then his shaggy hair he ruffled as soon as the hood dropped and finally his lips, the bottom one pierced twice rested in a soft smile. I realize though that the only way I would be seeing his full on smile would be if he was looking back at me and I make somewhat panicked eye contact with him before quickly turning my head in the other direction.

'Great job y/n, drooling over the first hot guy you see. He's probably going to think I'm some sort of creep now' my thoughts thought are interrupted with the sound of what I believe to be is a drink set down on the counter a few seats away from me.

"Is it alright if I sit here?" a smooth baritone voice says, making butterflies fill my stomach.

"Um yeah sure" I say, taking a sip of my drink before glancing at him, quickly looking away again before I start to stare again.

"So how's your night going?" he asks, clearly in an effort to make small talk.

"It's going. How about yours?" I question back and see that he's no longer looking at me, instead watching as he swirls his mystery drink around in his cup. "About the same" he chuckles, clearly amused with both of our lack of effort to divulge any details.

We sit there for a second or two in silence before Rae walks over and gives me another drink. I watched her make it and I can tell she she went even easier on the alcohol this time and makes sure to question nonverbally if I'm alright to which I nod.

"What are you drinking?" he asks, smiling at the visual of the bright pink drink with two cherries placed on top. "You're gonna laugh" I say, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, feeling a little apprehensive saying words like this to a complete stranger (a hot one at that).

"It's-" "It's called a Slut Puppy" Rae interrupts from the other side of the bar, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was clearly listening. "Um yeah, that" I chuckle, taking a big sip of it to hopefully calm my nerves.

"A slut puppy?" he asks, flashing an amused smile at me, sending my heart beat into overload. "Her name, not mine" I laugh awkwardly. Trying, but failing at sounding normal but from the looks of it he doesn't seem to mind. "Right" he says dragging out the first syllable before taking a sip of his drink.

"Do you guys know each other?" he asks, curious as to who our not so secret eavesdropper is. "Kinda. We just met. Although it almost seems like I've known her my whole life" I say smiling at her, thankful for the fact that she was able to lift my spirits so easily.

"It's nice when you meet people like that" he says and when I bring my attention back over to him I can tell that he's been looking at me for a while, making me shy all over again.

"Oh, I'm Jungkook by the way" he says holding out his hand, and I turn my stool towards him and shake it, fixing what would've been an awkward angle if I had stayed in place. He after seeing what I had done decides to turn as well, angling his body towards me and I notice now that there's only one seat between us. A respectful distance, making me feel a bit more comfortable talking to him.

"I'm y/n" I say and he gives me a soft smile, whispering my name under his breath, almost as if he were trying to keep it as a secret all for himself. "So y/n, what's your story?" he asks, withdrawing his hand at almost the same time I do and goes back to taking another sip of his drink, making sure to keep his sparkly eyes trained on me.

'Sparkly? Y/n you are a married woman. You shouldn't even be talking to this guy'.

"My story? Well to be honest there's not much to tell. I grew up and went to school in the city and now I'm a writer. There's not much else to my life if I'm being honest" I say, doing my best to maintain conversation but also not give away too much.

"That ring on your finger says otherwise" he says, nodding towards it and playing around with his straw. Not in an abrasive way but more as if to remind me of something else that I might've forgotten.

"Oh, um yeah" I say, showing him the ring up for a second to confirm his suspicions but pull my sweater down to cover it up a second later, hoping he won't ask anything else about that aspect but unfortunately luck is not on my side in that department tonight.

"Is that why you're here? Needed to get away for a while?" he asks, curious but not insinuating anything that I would expect a guy of his age would be asking me. "I guess you could say that" I say taking a deep breath deciding that if he's asking I might as well get the male perspective while I can.

"With being a writer and everything I'm pretty much cooped up in the house all day. Which for me is fine and it's been like that for a few years" I say, taking a second to try and figure out how to formulate my next words carefully, not wanting his to worry or judge the situation too much.

"I'm sensing there's a 'but' here" he chuckles and takes another sip of his drink and waves at Rae in an effort to get both of us both another drink without me noticing to avoid protest. "But" I start out, confirming his suspicions. "with my husband being used to me doing that all the time he tends to get a bit, how should I say this..." I trial off, still not sure how to phrase it.

"Controlling?" he offers, a bit more blunt than his other responses. "Worried" I counter, although his word is more accurate than mine. He nods a bit, clearly not believing my words but doesn't press in hopes that I will continue. "He's worried that something might happen to me if I go out alone. That someone might recognize me because of my books and try to do something like kidnap me" I say, fully confident in my words.

I hear Jungkook snort beside me a second later, leaving me looking over at him with my brows scrunched up. "What's so funny?" I ask, confused and almost annoyed by his reaction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry continue" he says doing his best to calm down. "No, what about that is so funny?" I press as I can clearly see that he's still trying to hold his laughter in.

"I'm sorry y/n it's just, well isn't kidnapping a little bit of a stretch?" he says, clearing his throat and breathing through what he thought was a ridiculous excuse. "Woman and children get kidnapped everyday! Look up the statistics!" I retort, trying to convince him that there's truth to Taehyung's argument.

"Yes, I know that it happens a lot, but you can't let that keep you from going outside and living life. It's a horrible thing and I don't understand why anyone would do such a thing but you can't use it as a way to cripple yourself from ever leaving your house" he says, this time being completely serious and trying his best to convince me that I shouldn't be living like this.

"I'm out now aren't I?" I argue, and to that he nods his head but presses further. "How long has it been since you've been out like this though?" he asks and I just let my head droop a bit in response before taking a sip of my new drink.

"Well I'm proud of you for coming out tonight and doing this for yourself. And look, you're completely safe. Plus seems like you've already made two new friends tonight" he laughs motioning to himself and Rae and when I look over at her all I can see is her bright smile, happy to see me getting more comfortable.

"Who knows though, you might just be acting nice to me just so I'll let my guard down so you can kidnap me" I tease and at that he acts like he's offended, throwing his hand over his heart as if I had shot him.

"You hurt me with your words. It's a shame though, I was just in the market for a new best friend" he says, wiping away a fake tear. "Or in the market for some fresh meat" I continue laughing at his act. "Twist the knife why don't you" he says, now resorting to pouting.

"Aw, it's okay I didn't mean it" I say patting his shoulder in an effort to apologize. "You better not" he says looking at me, still pouting. "Come on, let's turn that frown upside down. Why don't I buy you a drink?" I ask as a way to make amends.

"No that's alright, I've actually gotta get going" he says, pulling out his wallet and placing some cash on the counter to more than cover his drinks. "Let me get you some change" Rae steps in, quick to help since she is otherwise unoccupied. "No it's okay, use it to cover us both and then keep the change" he says as he straightens out his jacket a bit.

"No you don't have to do that" I argue and go to take some cash out of my purse as well. "It's okay I got it. But if you want to make it up to me I'll always take your number as payment" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Just as friends of course! I would never want to seduce a married woman" he says, jumping over himself, making me sure I know his intensions are pure.

"Can we do email? I spend most of my time on my computer so it's easier for me" I say, making excuses as to not giving it to him. "As long as you promise not to mark my messages as spam" he jokes and hands me his phone so I can add it in. "I promise. It was really nice to meet you Jungkook" I say handing it back to him, our hands touching a few moments longer for it to be seen as something with the promise of being platonic.

"Take care" he says giving me a soft smile and then waves at Rae, clearly seeing her not even bothering to hide that she's staring at us.

"Bye" I say under my breath, not knowing how to feel about anything now that he's gone.

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film-in-my-soul · 6 months

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Hey!! For the a ship, a trope, a sentence ask game: How about Icemav - accidental secret realtionship with "you guys walked in on us in the locker room, more than once, how did you not know?"

Maverick is nervous. He knows, realistically, that he shouldn't be. DADT had been repealed, Slider did a whole coming out thing for his niece the year before, hell, Maverick's seen Wolf with his hands down Holly's pants. But still, this is different. This clarifies that what he's got with Ice is here to stay, not a relative (well-loved as she is) or a hook-up when it's easy.

A hand slots into Maverick's, a body saddling up next to his in the bar booth. The hand is large, familiar, and heavier with the weight of the ring he'd slipped down Ice's fourth finger without complaint. It slides away just as quickly, old habits worn into the other man, but Maverick doesn't complain, not when Ice puts that same hand on Maverick's thigh.

"Could feel your leg shaking all the way from the door."

Maverick scoffs. "Sure you could."

Ice knocks their shoulders together and doesn't leave space between them when he settles again. It makes Maverick smile, opening his mouth to tease again when Slider's loud and unmistakable voice draws his attention.

"Alright, break it up, love birds," he slides into the space across from them, Hollywood hot on his heels.

"Where's Wolf?"

Slider rolls his eyes, and Hollywood winces.

"Might have accidentally told him the wrong day. He and Cindy took the kids to dinner."

Maverick kicks the other man under the table and doesn't look sorry when Hollywood yelps. All his previous nerves slip, and he pushes menus towards the new arrivals, waiting until their food's put in and they have drinks to try and broach why he and Ice have gathered them.

When he can't manage, picking at the corner of his bottle, Slider sighs.

"Alright, you two gonna tell us what this is all about? Cause if I gotta learn Maverick knocked up some Admiral's daughter, I'm making you pay my part of the bill."

And somehow, Slider's ability to shit talk right through a thick atmosphere has Maverick's tongue loosening.

"Ice and I are gettin' hitched." He doesn't even need to drag Ice's hand out with the simple silver engagement band, the man at his side doing it himself with a raised brow like he's daring either of the other men to say something about it.

They don't, though arguably it's worse than if they had. Hollywood spits out the beer he'd been sipping, and Slider's jaw drops damn near to the table.

"You-"

"I'm sorry, what-"

"When the hell did all this happen?" Slider settles on, waving a hand between Maverick and Ice. It makes Maverick's brows furrow, but Ice drops his arm over his shoulder, too, so what minor irritation had been forcing that expression smooths out, leaving only blatant confusion.

"What the hell do you mean?" There's a bit to Maverick's tone.

"Hey," Holly says, finally done choking, "it's not that we're not happy for you guys, hell yeah, marriage and all that, but... just... isn't it a bit fast?"

It's Maverick's turn for his mouth to slacken. He'd say they're fucking with them, but honestly, Hollywood's a shit liar, and Slider would have made some crack about them being married already.

"Are you both saying you didn't know?" Ice asks, drawing Maverick's eyes to him. He's unsurprised to see an equal amount of surprise pinching Ice's lips into a downturned line.

"I mean... we haven't seen you both in a while." Slider hedges, shrugging, and Maveirk's had just about enough. He throws up his hands.

"We've been together since '92!" comes his exclamation, "You guys walked in on us in the locker room more than once. How did you not know?"

Slider is the one who chokes this time, and Hollywood, flush high on his cheeks, probably remembering something he ought to have forgotten grimaces.

"Whoops?"

Maverick feels even less bad slamming the toe of his boots into the other man's calf a second time.

What a bunch of idiots.

#icemav #icemav ficlet #nano ficlet #top gun ficlet

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katnissmellarkkk · 15 days

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another thing about twilight. why is it that bella never ever seems to care that the cullens — imo carlisle especially — only care about her literally because they love edward? like of course that is majority of in-law situations in life, like i know that. but bella is like “this is my family! this is where i belong and who i belong with!” and then they all just up and leave her the moment edward tells them to. carlisle especially only seems to care about her imo (beyond the fact that he cares for all human lives) because he cares about edward. idk i would feel some kind of way about the cullens if they literally took me in and then dropped me like a hot potato based off whatever edward felt on any given day.

in a way alice is better and in a way she’s worse on this front. like okay, she and bella are best friends, that much is true. one of the things i will give stephenie meyers (because she’s nowhere near as bad as people claim. stephen king has no business criticizing her when his stories are some of the worst i’ve ever encountered) is she does create and develop actual believable friendships and relationships. bella and alice are very close and lovey dovey. but that makes it worse imo when alice abandons her alongside edward. because her friendship with bella is literally contingent on edward.

but at the same time she does have an actual relationship with bella and you get that she wanted what edward thought was best for bella’s life and she loves her and her heart is in the right place and all that good stuff. but idk. for me, if i were in that situation, i wouldn’t have taken the cullens in as warmly again in eclipse. like bella is all like “my family! we’re all together again!” when in reality i, and i think anyone with enough self-esteem, would be much colder to them. more distant and less open. because even if she’s taken edward back — because really his side of the leaving fiasco is actually more understandable than the entire family’s ditching her and then wanting to act like nothing ever happened seven months later — his family still proved that she’s merely an extension of edward to them. they’re a family, they’ve been a family for around 75-100 years. they’ve been together, functioning as a family unit town to town since before her grandparents were born. like she’s just a modern teenage girl who the one unmarried brother fell in love with and brought along for the ride. like they all abandoned her and had the whole thing with edward/alice/cliff diving/volturi not occurred then the entire family would have just never contacted her again in her life. idk. i get the impression more so from carlisle than any of the others but bella’s whole open heart, open arms thing is sadly pathetic. because she’s clinging to a family that could take or leave her at a moment’s notice.

and honestly some lots may disagree but i do highkey appreciate the fact that stephenie meyers tried to rectify a lot of people’s criticisms with bella, in midnight sun. like she tried to retroactively make it seem like a lot of the “bella is a parentified child and she’s so mature because she doesn’t mind it at all” “bella takes care of her parents because she’s old for her age” was just a first person character blindness on bella’s part and it was actually really messed up in edward’s eyes the way her parents treated her and how it shaped her personality. but personally i wish SM would have included edward realizing bella has a really low self-esteem and that’s why she takes whatever kind of love people offer her without complaint and resentment even after they’ve done her dirty, not because “the cullens are so amazing” and “i’m so lucky to belong with them!”

#poor bella ok she’s still my baby girl #twilight #bella swan #Carlisle Cullen #edward Cullen #bellward #Alice Cullen #esme Cullen #rosalie Cullen #emmett Cullen #jasper Cullen #twilight saga #twilight renaissance #twilight series #tss

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daphnebowen · 4 months

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percy jackson and the olympians tv show episode 2 thoughts

again, just copying my original thoughts from last week 😭😭 lots of rambling, screaming, and general freaking out ahead!

Literally the whole first part of the episode I was sitting on the edge of my seat wondering “is annabeth going to say it? is she going to say percabeth’s iconic line?? I will be so incredibly disappointed if she doesn’t” and then SHE SAID IT SHE SAID IT OMG I LOVE HER and Percy’s reaction lol “huh?”

dude Dionysus is actually perfect “PETER JOHNSON IS HERE” man I am so looking forward to all of their banter

uhhh not me saying chiron’s name wrong for five plus years now and only now finding out it’s KYron and not CHEEron *sobs*

the whole thing with mr d saying he’s Percy’s dad was so funny I was cackling the whole time lol and not Percy ACTUALLY believing him and then Chiron shows up and it’s like “uh wait a minute hold on”

okay it is totally weird realizing that none of these people know who Percy’s dad is or what he can do but everyone watching (or mostly everyone I’ll say) does UGH I FEEL OLD

the music growing scarier as Luke approaches ACK FORESHADOWING he’s kinda cute tho I love his hair

i absolute adore how they made Percy mad about the injustice of the unclaimed at this young age not just as a fifteen year old and I freaking LOVE that for him

Clarisse is amazing, perfect, and gorgeous in every single way

DEMIGOD IN A WHEELCHAIR ALERT 🚨

“is there a greek god of disappointment? maybe someone should ask him if he’s missing a kid” dude I feel bad but the way I lost my mind - walker’s comedic timing and inflection was on point

AND THE FACT THIS GUY HAS AN ANSWER BAHAHAH

OMG WAIT THATS CHRIS AS IN… CHRIS CHRIS??? CLARISSE’S CHRIS??? CHRISTOPHER FREAKING RODRIGUEZ?? AHHHHH

percy is breaking my heart bro praying to his momma and everything it’s ok honey

YES THE BATHROOM SCENE that was lowkey kind of anticlimactic…

ANNABETH YAY

the fact that she just calmly admitted she’s stalking Percy and he’s just like “okay” onto the next thing lmao

was it just me pronouncing Thalia’s name like TAlka and not THAlia like how it’s spelled *sobs* I am really bad at this apparently

luke is making it really hard for me to remember he’s a bad guy, he’s so charming and sweet!

YES CAPTURE THE FRICKIN FLAG LESGOOOO

”sunshine” IS SO CUTE I CANT IM FANGIRLING Annabeth is everything I ever imagined her to be

NOT PERCY FLOSSING OH MY

AND SINGING ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN RUNNIN THRU THE FOREST OR WTV HES PERFECT I CANT

percys battle instincts are JAW DROPPING that fight scene was perfect

dude that claiming! Honestly didn’t picture the trident being so big but I think it kind of fits, bc how else is everyone 20 feet away gonna see it?

percy being so confuzzled when Mr d tells him he stole the master bolt is so funny “wHaT?!”

WHERE IS THE ORACLE BRUH

final thoughts: okay, that episode was PHENOMENAL! Camp half blood is absolutely gorgeous, the capture the flag scenes were perfect. Walker is crushing it as Percy and that was genius casting and I will say that till the day I die. I cannot wait for the third episode! my only complaint is, where’s the Oracle?? I genuinely want to hear the prophecy! because if she’s not here now then how’s Rachel gonna become the next oracle? I will hyperventilate bc perachel was so good for percabeth’s growth hahaha. I really really hope she’s in the next episode! I guess we’ll see!

haha thanks for reading my chaotic notes

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stardust-sprinkler · 1 year

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i loooveee ur college! touya headcannons sm. they make me so happy he would be the best boyf ever. In one post u mentioned how often he gets into fights for u (which is so true) so i'm also thinking it's the other way around. like if any girl tried to flirt w/ him knowing ur together or hookup with him, obv he is rejecting them immediately but i'm imagining reader see's and just backhands the girl so hard 😭

Oh my god, I’m so happy my hcs make you happy!! 💖 I’m honestly feral for College!Touya, my personal pet project over here! Lol

Such a good prompt too! Enjoy~

College!Dabi AU

“Bad Boy Who’s Always Good to His Girl” Series~

• You’ve only felt jealous a few times in your long term relationship with Dabi. Once was when an old flame of his got a little too friendly with him in public. The way they looked at him and tried to tease him despite your boyfriend brushing them off every time—it p!ssed you the fuck off.

• You spent the evening stewing in your thoughts before he pried it out of you in the common area of his dorm. When you finally told him, he blinked twice, shook his head, and hoisted you up to wrap your legs around him. You were complaining and telling him to put you down right now, and he just positively ignored you.

• Boy carried you to the elevator and up to his room before tossing you (safely—this man is obsessed with protecting you so he’s not about to let you crack your head on the headboard) on the bed. He rustled through the top dresser drawer before throwing you a silk rope that he usually used on you and told you to do whatever you want to him for the night. Stake your claim however you want.

• Our boy ended up with bites and hickeys trailing from his neck down to his Adonis belt and claw marks on his back and thighs. No complaints were heard.

• Another was when you were far less restrained. It was a Friday night, this time the party was actually being hosted at the Todoroki’s goddamn mansion—his younger brother was throwing it while the old man was away, and Dabi thought it would be funny as fuck to crash it (maybe cause some property damage, maybe commit some arson—the possibilities were endless).

• Well, eventually (read: inevitably, considering the venue) something had pissed him the f*ck off and he stormed to an outside patio for a smoke. You followed, kissed his cheek while he grumbled & fished a cigarette out of a carton, and then left with the promise of returning with some more drinks.

• It was then that some hot shot spotted Dabi alone and got real up close and personal while they flirted, despite him telling them off several times in a row, “Holy shit, are you stupid or something? I said screw off!” His drag was deep after what he considered his final warning, but they unexpectedly pushed themself up against his chest and immediately his hands shot up into the air and he stumbled back slightly, determined to communicate to anyone who might be watching that he did NOT want this dumbass touching him.

• Fucker made him drop his cigarette.

• He didn’t end up having to do anything further, because next thing he knew, you had your fists balled up in the back of their jacket and yanked them backwards, letting their own weight knock them back on the sprawling lawn. By this point, a small crowd was forming, but you had tunnel vision.

• “Touch him one more time, dipshit, I dare you. I’ll shove this stiletto so far up your ass that I can lace it up through your goddamn mouth, y—!! Hey, where are you taking me??”

• Dabi was grinning like a crazed lunatic as he hoisted you up onto his hip, pleased as gd punch that you were getting in a fistfight over him. The only reason he stepped in was because he wanted you safe more than he wanted to see the mf get their ass handed to them. He never let you as much as bruise a finger if he could help it.

• “C’mon, Matchbox, let’s go steal something out of my sperm donor’s office.”

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 44. brb x oc

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Beatrice watched with a little smile as Bradley slept soundly in front of her, his arms wrapped around her waist and their chests pressed together, giving her almost no space to maneuver. Not that she minded, he was so warm and the temperature has been dropping day by day, not to mention she liked being held by him. It was past sunrise, she knew because of the birds chirping outside of his window followed by the thinnest sliver of sunlight sneaking through his curtains.

She looked back at said curtains, then to Rooster who slept like a rock most times. She had never seen someone who rarely wakes in the middle of the night and if he does he’s just zombie walking to the bathroom before falling face first on the bed again. Beatrice’s smile only widened when she heard him mumble something in his sleep, his face smushed into the pillow.

Beatrice looked back at her phone on the side table behind her lying form, picking it up and seeing it was almost eight in the morning. With another look sent his way, she carefully pried his arms from around her and that immediately made him go ‘hm?’ in his sleepy state, “I’m going to the kitchen, Roos.” she says softly, even if his eyebrows furrowed and he tries to keep her there, “I’m going to prepare us breakfast okay?” he opens his eyes just a bit, seeing her bare form leave the covers with interest.

“...c’mere…” he murmurs, making a grabby hand towards her, “M’ not hungry.”

Beatrice laughs,leaning down to slip on her panties and hooking her fingers underneath the elastic when it wedged itself between her buttcheeks. Something he clearly appreciated if the humming that vibrated on his throat was any sign, “You are saying that now.It’s going to be quick.” she says as she grabs her sleeping shirt to cover her body and Bradley makes noise of complaint, earning an over the shoulder look from his girlfriend “I’ll be right back.”

He slides his arm under his pillow to push the cushion higher and gives his head more support, “You better.” he smirks sleepily, “‘Cause I think I’m gettin’ hungry for something else~” his sing-song voice gets fainter as she leaves the room with a soft laugh, leaving the door partially open for him. Jolene was still peacefully sleeping on the couch, but she knew she’d want to go on her morning walk and go potty in as soon as the sun was high up in the sky. She had never seen a dog sleep so much, even questioning her vet if it was normal for Jolene - an eight months old pitbull who’s healthy as a horse- to do so.

Her vet just chuckled, saying that ‘Jolene just likes sleeping.’ and left it at that after shrugging. Beatrice just scratched her dog’s head as Jolene huffed, bringing her sock monkey closer to herself with a nudge of her chin as the brunette made her way to the kitchen. She hummed, squinting her eyes as she thought what she could make for them.

Shells’ pastries were gone, they were gone by Monday honestly, so Beatrice looked around in hopes inspiration struck. She smiled when an idea appeared in her head, opening his fridge to grab what she needed, humming a song to herself.

Bradley was still in bed, eyes half open hearing her humming in his kitchen, a slow smile forming on his lips. God, he loved this, having her with him…he’d miss it a lot, he knew it was stupid, but he wanted her to stay. He got used to her presence in his apartment, waking up next to her everyday and having breakfast together, or coming home from work and seeing her on his couch or on his bed or just there. Maybe he got spoiled by having her for three weeks, maybe he got spoiled because of the lavender scent embedded on his sheets and his skin, maybe he got spoiled because Beatrice broke every single wall he put around himself when it came to dating and flew her way into his heart when he least expected it.

Her suitcase was still in the corner, zipped shut since her clothes were in his closet, tucked safely against the wall outside of his bathroom. He sighs, the lavender scent getting stronger when he moves his head to her pillow, nuzzling the fabric before he pushes himself to a sitting position, the sheets pooling on his lap. He looks around for a bit, scratching his head until his eyes find the black briefs tossed to the corner of his room.

Rooster doesn’t bother putting on pants, just sliding the black cotton underwear up his legs until the elastic gently snaps on his waistline. He checks his reflection from outside the bathroom, his hair a wavy mess that he combed his fingers through, his bare feet tapping on the floor as he made his way over to the kitchen.

Leaning one arm against the kitchen’s door frame, Rooster watches with a smile as Beatrice hums to herself while preparing their breakfast of bacon and eggs, their coffee already poured into mugs as she spreads butter on a slice of toast before placing it on one of the plates she had by her side.

He leans his head on his stretched arm, just admiring her moving around his kitchen with his stomach fluttering wildly. I love her so much,my God. he thinks, loving how domestic this situation was, how she looked like she already lived with him instead of just spending time in his apartment.

Yeah, he was definitely spoiled.

Beatrice stops her humming to look over her shoulder, smiling at his leaning form against the door frame, “Hi,” she says sweetly, “I thought you were going to stay in bed? I was going to bring you breakfast.”

Bradley chuckles, the hand from the arm leaning on the door frame comes down to scratch his head, then slides down his face, “Mmh, while I love that idea.” he begins, pushing himself off the door frame and deeper into his kitchen, “I wanted to be with you.” Beatrice’s cheeks turn red when he comes up from behind, hugging her waist to press his chest to her back, dropping his head to her neck, “G’mornin’.”

“Good morning.” she replies quietly, tilting her head to kiss his lips in a sleepy smooch, one of her hands coming up to touch his cheek, “You just wanted to spend time with me, then?” he nods on her neck, watching her place the eggs and bacon on each plate alongside the toasts, “I don’t mind that.”

Rooster chuckles tiredly, running his thumbs on the fabric of her night shirt across her stomach, kissing her jawline where the tendon connected, enjoying her soft yet sharp intake of air “Good.” is all he says, still holding her by the waist as she finishes their breakfast.

Once she’s done, she holds a plate up to him and he begrudgingly lets go of her waist to grab it, but he does kiss her lips in thanks before reaching for the coffee mug. Bradley sits down on his chair with his eyes on Beatrice, following how she places her own plate in front of the opposite chair and blinking when he drags it so it stays right next to his own.

With the coffee mug tilted on his lips, he pats his bare muscular thighs with his cheeks flexed in a smile. Beatrice laughs softly, playfully rolling her eyes but making her way to sit on his lap. He hums happily when the soft plush of her ass comes in contact with his skin, the hand tapping his thigh cups her own to tug her closer “There, isn’t it better?”

“Well, it is comfortable.” she smiles, “I don’t know how we are going to eat breakfast though.”

“We’ll manage it.” he says as he sets the mug to the side, supporting his chin on her shoulder as she sips her coffee, cupping the mug with two hands like she always does after blowing the warm beverage. He just smiles more,her lavender scent invading his nose like it always did as he held her on his lap.

Amazingly, they managed to get breakfast, it was a bit hard at first but it wasn’t impossible, sometimes just choosing to sleepily kiss each other when it got too hard to balance the plates in their hands until they were done with it. He still keeps her on his lap for a little while longer, running his large palm up and down the expanse of her thigh, feeling the goosebumps forming on her skin, “I’m going to get ready so I can take Jolene out for potty.” she says, but he holds her still, “Brad.”

“I’ll do it.” he murmurs, kissing her clothed shoulder with a small grin, “Meanwhile you can do whatever you want,”

“But…I’m already better…”

“I know baby,” pecking her jutted lower lip with a smile, “I know, but it’s just for a short while. Then we can go together tomorrow. How 's that?” Beatrice is still pouting but she nods, Bradley finally releasing her waist so she could slide off of his lap, fixing the ends of her shirt on her body and on the curve of her buttocks, “Especially because I need a quick distraction.”

Beatrice looks up from running her hands down her shirt to meet his eyes that slowly dragged down the length of her body, “...you are insatiable.” she whispers with a blush, laughing breathily at his antics.

“I did eat you up, didn’t I?” her cheeks redden even more when he says it, waggling his eyebrows with a smirk that made her heart jump inside her chest. Beatrice just shakes her head with the laughter still slipping past her lips, walking away from him “I hate watching you go, but I love watching you leave.” he coos tilting his head so he’d have his eyes exactly on her swaying buttcheeks, earning himself a squinted glare from his girlfriend who covered her ass with her shirt by giving it a sharp tug downwards.

He did however pull himself upright so he could place the empty plates on the sink, stretching his arms over his head with a pleased grunt. He hears Jolene’s claws clicking on the floor until she arrives at the kitchen, yawning next to him and wagging her tail with her eyes up at the pilot, “You ready to go,girl?” the pittie wags her tail even harder, tapping her paws on the floor while waiting for him, “Alright, let me change and we can go, okay?”

Beatrice is already dressed when he gets into his room, with comfortable pants and a long sleeved top. She smiles when he leans over her shoulder to kiss her cheek, then taps her butt for good measure before he disappears into the bathroom to change into something else that isn’t just his underwear. He gives Bea another kiss, this one deeper than the last one “I’ll be right back.” he says, tapping her butt one more time then turning on his heel to leave the room.

She hears him baby talking to Jolene and couldn’t help but smile, hearing the door close behind the two of them. She sighs, sitting down on his bed and looking around his room with her hands clenched between her thighs…she will miss this. She’s better now, so she’ll have to go back home but…God, these past days they’ve spent together have been wonderful, not only the time she was in his apartment but during the time he stayed with her too.

While Beatrice loved her house, loved having her space and her independence, she also loved being with Rooster, sharing her space and independence with him. The brunette frowns, running her hands on the dark sheets of his bed then falling backwards to face the ceiling, “...it’s too soon, isn’t it?” she asks the air, “To think about being together like that. I…it’s been four months!” the silence greets her once more, “I can’t ask him if he wants to live together! That’s insane!...but…we also said we loved each other after…dating for one month.”

She chews her lower lip nervously, groaning in frustration with her hands dragging down her face “...God…I can’t do this right now, I need to–” she sits up quickly, clenching and relaxing her hands “Yoga.” is all she says as she walks out of his room.

While she didn’t bring her yoga mat,she could use the floor no problem. She just…had to be careful. She walked to the space behind his couch and in front of the kitchen, the area where she could see the door by the corner of her eye. Beatrice stretches the best she could, being a bit more careful with her healed ankle. She shook her hands out of nerves, closing her eyes and enjoying the silence that surrounded her.

Beatrice starts with the Mountain pose, controlling her breathing and holding the position for as long as she can, whispering words of support and encouragement to herself. She changes poses slowly, trying to not rush when it comes to calming her own thoughts down, knowing she needed the time to ease her anxiety slowly. Like a stream that goes through rocks, she has to overcome the boulders of life with peace and patience.

Her body already feels the relief slowly spreading over her body, her heart calming down inside her chest. Smell the flower, blow the candle. Repeat. She repeated the pattern every time she changed poses, smiling softly as she felt her heartbeat going back to normal. She must’ve been there for quite a while, because the moment she changed into Downward Dog position she heard the door open.

Jolene walked in first, claws clicking on the floor as she rushed to greet Bea by licking the brunette’s face, the woman laughing and trying to kiss the dog back the best she could. Her boyfriend in the meantime, slowly pushed the door to close, keeping his whiskey colored irises on her hair that was up in the air, “Well,” he whistled low, “I don’t mind seeing this every day.”

Beatrice laughs, looking back at him over her shoulder the best she could, seeing his tall frame get closer and closer until he was millimeters from the curve of her butt, biting his lower lip, “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Yet. I know you,Brad.”

Rooster hums, following the way the fabric of her pants hugged her buttocks with a pleased smile, “I can help you with your yoga.” his large hands cup the globes of her ass, making the woman squeak in surprise and almost lose her balance, “I can help you in certain…poses.” but he wouldn’t have the chance to, since Beatrice dropped to sit on her knees, looking up at him with a knowing smile, “I can be very helpful.”

“Hmhm,sure.” she says, pushing herself upright to stand in front of him, “You can, but I’m okay.” Bea assures him by kissing his lips gently, laughing against his mouth when his hands go back to her ass, “You have a fascination with my butt.”

“Maybe it’s you I’m fascinated with.” he quips quickly, squeezing her buttcheeks with gusto so he could pick her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. She laughs, cupping his cheeks in her hands to kiss him again, moaning happily as he takes her back to the kitchen to sit on the island countertop.

Beatrice pulls back with a smile, her cheeks flushed red, “How was the walk?”

“Good, Jojo barked at a few birds then hid behind me when some kids rolled by with their bikes.” he explains, “But besides that, it was fun.” he runs his hands over her pants covered thighs, digging his fingers just enough onto the flesh, “You on the other hand, seemed to be quite busy.”

Beatrice laughs, dropping her gaze from his then going up to meet his eyes again, “I just wanted to do some yoga.” do not tell him why, she thinks, he doesn’t need to know that and worry himself, busying herself by playing with the collar of his shirt “I usually do in the mornings after all.”

“You won’t see me complaining.” he says, “Hey so, tonight,” she looks up at him when he says, “We are going to the Hard Deck.” Bea gasps in surprise, her eyes widening and shining with wonder and he could feel her excitement seeping through her skin.

“Really?” her voice gets higher at the end of her sentence, “We are?”

“Hell yeah, gorgeous.” he smiles, glad he had his arms by her waist when she launched towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, not being able to contain her happiness, “Everyone’s been missing you.”

“I miss them all too.” she says against his neck, pulling back to look into his eyes, “Thank you, Brad.” she cups his face again, bringing their lips together one more time.

Beatrice is practically bouncing when they step out of the Bronco, the brunette’s long hair moving as she waits for Bradley to offer his hand to her. She can hear the people inside already, oh how she missed it as well. Rooster interlaces his fingers with hers, his short sleeved Hawaiian flapping slightly with the wind as they make their way into the bar.

She walks through the threshold with wonder, happy to see it again and her eyes meet Shells’ behind the counter, ‘BABES!” she shrieks, trying to get out from behind the bar by running back and forth until she finally exits it. Rooster let’s go of Bea’s hand as the blonde rushes over, almost tripping over herself with her arms open wide. The blonde wraps her arms tight on Beatrice’s waist, pulling her to a bear hug that makes her hover above the floor, “BABES!! YOU ARE BACK!!”

“I am!” Beatrice laughs when her best friend shakes her a bit in her iron embrace. She was expecting Shells to be happy, but she didn’t expect the roar of cheers coming from the other patrons as well, especially the pilots who stopped playing pool to greet her as well. Nat and Halo both hugged her at the same time, then Payback, Coyote, Bob and Fanboy, with Hangman being the last.

Pete rose from his seat to meet her at the entrance, the brunette looking surprised at how much attention she was getting, “Hey, kiddo.” he says warmly, giving the girl a one armed hug that she reciprocated, “Good to see you back on both feet.” he jokes, ruffling her hair with a grin, then moving his eyes to Rooster who was too busy looking at Beatrice to even notice him.

Ah, that boy was surely Goose’s son. He shared the same dopey, enamored smile his father had whenever Carole was around.

“Thank you, it’s good to be back.” she smiles, looking over his shoulder to see Penny placing a tray of empty glasses on the countertop, wiping her hands on her apron before she approaches Beatrice as well. The brunette hugs the other woman tightly, smiling when Penny gently caresses her back before pulling back.

“Well, you look a lot better.” she says with her hands on her hips, eyes dropping to her foot, “Healed I imagine.”

“Yes!One hundred percent!” Beatrice even twists her ankle this way and that to show her boss.

“I didn’t know you were coming over!” Shells’ loud voice comes from behind, the blonde staring wide eyed between her aunt and her best friend, both brunettes returning her gaze, “I’m so happy! Yes!”

Beatrice smiles warmly at the ‘welcome back’s’ the other patrons throw her way, blushing since she didn’t know how to thank everyone at the same time. Rooster stepped closer to her, setting his hand on her lower back as he led her further from the entrance, the other officers following right behind.

This reminded her of the first times she came to the Hard Deck, before working there and still in college, still a bit nervous to come to such a place like this without knowing much about the atmosphere nor what to expect. If only she knew how much this place would mean to her after her graduation.

She stood next to Rooster as he joined the pool game…well, he was watching it, but he wasn’t playing it, instead he stood behind Beatrice, hugging her close to his chest with his arms wrapped around her middle as he nursed himself with some beer. She knew he wouldn’t drink much since he’d be driving, but he had an alcohol tolerance of a bull, it’d take a lot for him to get actually drunk.

Honestly, he didn’t seem to mind, instead he preferred that than letting go of Beatrice right now. It was the first time he could actually touch her while he was in the bar, he wouldn’t let that opportunity go to waste. Shells would come by often, chat with Beatrice a bit before coming back to the front of the bar, while Pete and Penny watched the young couple with knowing smiles.

“Look at them.” Penny whispers, following Pete’s gaze towards his godson, “They look so happy.”

Mav just chuckles, watching how Rooster would lean down to kiss her cheek or just press his face on the back of her neck as she talked to the other officers. While Goose was a very affectionate guy, and he was extremely affectionate, Rooster’s methods seemed to be much more intense.

Maybe it was because he pined over Beatrice for so long, or because Rooster himself held back on a relationship for so long too…but his godson was kissing, or holding the brunette close, sometimes leaning down to whisper something in her ear that’d make her blush and slap his chest in retaliation.

“How long until they tie the knot?” Penny asked jokingly, wiping the bar but immediately pausing when he replied.

“Probably another six months, seven at best.”

“Pete…I wasn’t serious.”

Pete blinks in silence, “Oh…uh…” he clears his throat with a laugh, “Well, I mean, I’m basing off Goose and Carole and giving them three more months to think about it.” he just had a feeling deep inside that it’d happen sooner rather than later.

“Mav…they haven’t been dating that long.”

“They love each other, Penny.” he says quietly, gesturing to the two, “Look! I haven’t seen Bradley this happy in ages and I’m sure you think the same with Beatrice.” she hesitates, turning her head towards the young couple, not being able to contain her warm smile at how they were acting, with Beatrice leaning her head back to talk to Rooster and him leaning down to kiss her forehead with a small grin.

“Still, marr-” she lowers her voice, leaning closer to Maverick, “Marriage is a big commitment Pete, it’s not like they should do it shotgun style and think about it later.”

“Oh, I don’t think it’ll be anything like that.” he says quietly, flitting his eyes to his godson and his girlfriend one more time, “I’m not saying it will be now, I’m saying it’ll be soon.” and he could already see how nervous his godson would be the months before he even asked Beatrice. But even if it wasn’t soon…just seeing his godson happy like that was enough for him, it truly was.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 3 months

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👸- Ok lets get things straught

Unless someone held a newspaperup like a kidnapping to show proof of date the photo could be as o as old as 2017 he got dodger in 2015(possible 2016 idk when gifted stoped filming but they started in oct 2015 and he has more black kn his nose when he was younger) this shows minus someone, not necessarily a man, with a white kneee, thowrtically the person could be Latinx or Asian etc.

THEY ARE DOING THIS TO GET FANS ATTENTION. They know we love dodger we've said leave dodger alone so another dodger oic and people are up in arms... they're troll dont go for it. At least he isn't speared in half again by a leg.

B) dodger going to doggy day care... wow. Sound the alarm. Now i dont know much about the video ive seen the photo and honestly it may not be dodger. His coloring isn't THAT unique. The quality is also bad too. I mean i could sqear that was my friends dog in the corner too. But i imagine Chris went out of his way to make sure dodger was well socialized because hed be around kids and in thr video with aly rushmans dog it showed dodger can be unknowingly a little rambunctious with small dodgs but who wouldnt get excited with a cute new puppy playmate even though dodger givrs off the: im not an animal im a human vibe.

Who says that also isnt where a lot of cast and crew put thier dogs? Yes Im assuming its for a film and based on the placement of the tiles and the way they are a diffrent color it seems like it is purposely a diffrent type of tile... why? I dont know but its awfully evenly spaced and copied a couple feet down.

Ive seen people even claim that chris uses dodger for people to like him. Hes now Will and Jada acting like theyre still a thing 6 years after they seperate. Its a man and his dog do you see the way Chris looks at him? If chris was that good of an actor we'd all be thinking he was really in love with little miss nazi and no mstter what they do now i wont believe it just cause he hasnt looked happy in 2 years UNLESS Dodger was the subject...

You also see too many people talking too many nce things about dodger and chris with dodger

When this whatever shit started we saw a lot of orgs and fellow celebs pull away from chris a lot less birthday wishises publically one of chris reoccuring costars (not scarjo or A.D.A.) had a very heartwarming and touching birrhday with with a few examples of how nice he is. There are also reports thst he lets people use his houses etc. when hes not in town. Now people ahve pulled away from him publically. We all know chris isnt a golden boy but when companies and charities stop working with someone suddenly (many stopped after the first pap walk) despite other issues it to me sayshe was nice enough to want to be associated with before. I think its a fine line of what people will and wont tolerate and yes theres trolls and clout chasers but when ebolas associations and beliefs came out many broke away when a cetain company recived complaints things were dropped we all know a campaign was fropped and they mostly use OBJ and one of the founders dog whose has very VERY similar collerings to dodger. They also seemed to not get the enagwment they wanted on the cintest as it was like they were shoving it down people's throat. I do believe once things are over (whatever the truth is-theres do dobut its toxic otherwise chris wouldnt be looking like he does) there will magically be another campaign.

Now people turn in seb for what a movie that is supposed to be really good? Because hes friend with someone who doesnt look like a typical movie star.

Leave fans and their looks out of it. Be nice. Little miss nazi on the otherhand we finally saw what her soul looks like and I can actually look at these photos without wanting to puke - have no sympathy for nazis and those who hate others like that

Lastly another reminde rb/c ppl r still talking about it-

STOP TALKING ABOUT the INTERVIEW how many times do people have to tell you they want you to talk. Your playing into thier hands and being a pawn Nothing new was said and frankly it makes her look foolish. I relize I'm talking about it but its just to tell you all to stop talking about it because they've had to change strategies. They held back the "kiss" we all know that would've been released day off a year ago. So now they release something that like others said would not have been seen outside her country normally its been over a week. And Yes shes stupid forgetting where she is but The only thing ur doing is making their ship stay relevent. And in peoples mouths.

Also just an fyi to Ebola check which account you post things on... normally im.not a conspiracy theorist like that but this is getting way too stupid that fan sites are publishing things that the actors page would normally post.

P.s. bookie lets see some of the wonderful exs chris has had gimmie some mink and jessica and Jenny to attach to Chris' tag.

ANOTHER ONE IN THE BAG, 👸

I seriously don't know how you do it, girl...

But seriously, I'm thankful for your PSAs. And look forward to reading and posting every single one 😁

Oh, and I most certainly will! It's all in good fun 🙃

#An🫶n asks #👸 asks #👸 PSA #👸 PSA for the Fandom #booky reacts #booky answers #chris evans #chris evans fandom #I think we should definitely make using gifs of the Society of Chris' Ex-Girlfriends a thing #and I will be happy to keep doing that 😉

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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Antis wanna exploit minors soooo bad it's honestly baffling.

One common complaint is see is: they complain about adult actors playing high schoolers and showing them do age-inapproriate activities? "Ew, they are sexualizing teenagers! They are only getting away with it because the actors are adults!" and then they talk about hiring actual teenagers for ~realism~ bonuspoints and so it would stop ~oversexualization of youth~ (it won't) and it's like

"Why do you desperately want to put actual, existing, living and breathing children in conditions that destroy much older adults? Why do you want to expose those children, who have so little rights over their own bodies until they are legally 18, into the Hollywood machine that desroyed and continues to destroy so many young people? We literally had a former child actress come out with a whole book about the abuse she had gone through in and out of the industry!"

They complain about stories written about teenage relationships that contain love and sex, about how it's so "creepy an adult wrote it for adult consumption!" and I just have to lay down because who else was gonna write it? Do they really think these stories are read only by adults?

"So you want an actual teenager, probably not even about of high school and crying over not understanding Shakespeare and blue curtains, to write a full-length work of fiction that won't get immediately rejected in the first round of book manuscript selection? You do realize writing is a hard job, right? You do know writers are overworked and underpaid 90% of the time? Their ideas and decisions constantly overruled and reworked by their editors according to market demands and publishing house guidelines/views/goals?

You want to subject a 16-year-old to such a situation? You want to overwork them until they drop, then pay them peanuts after taking all their money to publish their work? Is that what you really want?"

That's not even touching upon the fact these adults want these children to write about sex and relationships for their consumption. 💀 What, do we think these adults want these teenage stories by teenagers to be read only by other teenagers? They wouldn't be complaining so goddamn loud about if it they (the adults) didn't want to read that shit themselves.

Long story short, antis are a whole different breed of exploiters and although I hate to use that word, they manage to do 'being a freak' thing way better than any proshipper out there on the internet.

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whenfatecollides · 2 years

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honestly I was so emotionally drained a few months back that I didn’t even bother but at this point and seeing how dc are being promoted this cb I genuinely have to wonder what the fuck dcc think they’re accomplishing with all this?

- they literally threw away all the work our fandom had getting them their first win by not having a proper CELEBRATION with KOREAN FANS for it, how fucking hard was it to have a fanmeeting??????? if not an actual concert in KOREA (and I’ll repeat the FANS got them their first win, dcc did nothing for it, no ads, no nothing)

- magazine deals, mc deals, etc, all the stuff you see other groups get when they finally get their first wins, where is all that for dc? it’s not, because they just had to go to european festivals and a usa tour right after their first win (sure it’s great that intl fans got to see them but that’s not the point) how hard would it have been to promote dc a bit better in korea after this?????

- and speaking of the usa tour, there were sooooooooo many complaints about the venues, that they didn’t have enough capacity in comparison to the demand and there were so many people who didn’t have a chance to see them because of this? again for the stuff that matters dcc keep acting like dc is still a rookie group with no fans

- now we get to october, comeback announced, and they’re still releasing maison content from months ago while vision teasers are dropping, content that should have been released like a week after the event because literally what is the point of watching any of that so much later when you can’t even remember things anymore (you and I era I miss you so much)

- they gave the fandom not even 2 weeks to pre-order the album and immediately announced an eu tour 2 days after pre-orders opened, with no stops in south europe because suddenly europe is just 5 countries, giving european fans 2 days to decide before pre-sale started and a month to organise everything (when usa fans had a lot more time to save money and organise everything)

- dropping merch (I still can’t believe they’re selling a JACKET FOR OVER 100 DOLLARS LMFAO), albums, online concert and eu tour all in the span of 3 weeks because suddenly they’re seeing us as cash cows and for that dc are a big group

- this cb promotion has been just... straight up questionable? again no ads, still relying on fans to put up ads for them, still not doing shit about dc’s digitals when every other company in the industry does it for their groups, mcountdown was just sad to watch, no interview, no intro, no special set for the comeback stage??? we’ve always had a set since fly high era, frankly it was just depressing to watch

- 1st gen insomnias got nearly nothing of benefits in these last 3 years like it’s honestly laughable

- fans have been BEGGING dcc since 2018 to reprint older albums and they still don’t give a shit about it (and no, the albums being from a different distributor from their current one is not an excuse)

- this whole shit show with the halloween concert. splitting the girls’ solo stages between the two days, forcing korean fans to buy both dates if they want to see them BUT ALSO not giving intl fans a chance to see them since they’re only streaming the 2nd day? where is the logic in this? (also 25$ for a ticket of an online concert that won’t even have all the special stages is insane if you ask me)

and I could go on and into more detail but is it even worth it? the disorganization is so palpable that it just genuinely pisses me off. they keep acting like they’re a 2 year old company who doesn’t know what they’re doing and has genuine reason for mistake, but the reality is that at this point they’re an over 10 year old company. there is no excuse for what they’re doing anymore, and personally I’m at my limit as someone who has been supporting dc, doing content, and helping with projects for the past 5 years. for a company that is so dependent on their main group’s fandom they sure act like they could have achieved this all by themselves

#nothing against dc I love the girls to death but I am genuinely so tired #being their fan is supposed to be something that is fun! it's a hobby! but this year has jsut been stressful as fuck #genuinely what is the point?#what am I doing all of this for if they just throw all of our work away anyway?#like trust me my life does not revolve around dc and I will simply not put time and effort into the fandom anymore if things keep going like #this like I'm genuinely not having a good time lmao #jt

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aromanticbuck · 1 year

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Here I am, back again asking for another meta! Tell me about mouse's exit in 4×05, I am absolutely interested!

no gifs because it took me too long to eat dinner and now I don't have time to screen record and play with photoshop before bed but I'll get the canon dialogue so we can all be sad anyway

Thank you for asking about this, honestly, I think about it more often than is healthy and quite frankly I need to get it out somewhere that's not just Kit's text messages. She gets so much of my nonsense, bless her for putting up with it.

All of it is going under a read more because these topics get really heavy, especially when I really dig into it the way I'm planning on doing.

Warnings for: drug use/addiction, PTSD, survivor's guilt, depression, anxiety, death, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation

The very short version is this: Mouse gets a call from an old army superior with an offer to basically get his old job back (potentially a promotion from his old spot? canon tells us nothing) as a communications specialist with a new unit. He decides to take it, after getting his felony record cleared by Trudy, and quits his job with the CPD to reenlist.

Which like... I have complaints about, on the surface. We watched him go from a drug addict who relied on crime (and informing the police about crime) to survive, who was not taking care of himself and definitely dealing with PTSD and survivor's guilt and depression and anxiety (and undiagnosed autism but that's significantly less relevant here) in season one, to two years clean, holding a steady job, and looking physically healthier toward the end of season three. He was even more obviously confident in his abilities and was engaging socially with more people than just Jay, which is great for him. Go baby go.

To basically give up that progress, reject it in favor of going back to the exact same situation that made him into the addict we saw early on, feels like really lazy writing, at best. If that's on purpose? It borders on cruelty. something something the implication of him inevitably going back to that version of himself if he makes it back to Chicago alive at all because "once an addict always an addict" or whatever bullshit makes me so angry actually

And those are only my surface complaints. We haven't even gotten to my backstory deep dive, and all of the issues I have with the canon dialogue where he explains part of his reasoning behind the decision. Because the implications there are... not great. But we can start there and build to the rest of it.

Jay calls him out on exactly all of the above, when Mouse first brings up the idea of reenlisting in 4x02:

"You're serious-? Are you serious right now? [...] Do you forget what it did to you? Depression? Can't sleep at night? You want that? You want to be- you want to be calling me at three in the morning? You can't sleep, you're popping pills? "

I know I read into things a lot, especially with Mouse, but I'm not doing that here. Jay says it outright. Point blank to his face. This is what the war made him, last time, and he can't seriously be considering risking that again, right? this scene did give me Moustead canonically calling each other in the middle of the night though so it's not all bad that's my favorite crumb

And then 4x05 is after Mouse asks Voight to help with his record, and he's told no, but Jay is still actively trying to stop the reenlistment from happening. He himself goes to Voight about it in the first scene of the episode, desperately trying to keep his best friend safe - from the dangers that come from a war zone, from the risk of going back to all of that, from himself:

"Hey, Sarge... I heard Mouse came looking to get a felony dropped so he could reenlist. [...] I think he's carrying around a lot of guilt that we made it home safe and friends of ours didn't."

It's this attempt to get Voight to hold onto that decision, that no that means Mouse is essentially stuck with the CPD and can't leave the country and risk his life in the army again. Jay is absolutely in the wrong for meddling the way he did, going behind Mouse's back like that, but like... he's right. Everything he says is absolutely correct. Survivor's guilt can manifest in some destructive ways, and the urge to throw oneself back into the danger that nearly killed them the first time is one of those ways.

I think the fact that the case in 4x05 that the team is working on deals with a lot of overdose victims fed my angst loving heart just a little too well. But it, combined with my headcanon that Mouse tried to kill himself with an overdose in 2011 (this is a very specific headcanon, with a whole essay's worth of reasoning/explanation, but I mention it in a few fics, for some reason there's no post just about that headcanon? I'll fix that one day), and everything that led to it, definitely feeds into how absolutely gutted I feel any time I watch another scene in that episode, this one a conversation between Jay and Mouse:

M: You know, maybe Voight's right. Maybe I just need to clear out of here. J: What are you gonna do with your felony record? You gonna go back to boosting stereos? M: That guy on the board - that could have been me when I came back here - high, doing something stupid and dangerous. J: Greg, that is not you. That's not you now. M: I am telling you, Jay, if I lose my job because of a bender or whatever... I'm looking at Tyler, and that could've been me. It still could be me.

Between that subtle emphasis on telling you and the heavy implication that he could still be killed by (or lose his job because of) those old habits, with my headcanon that, at one point, they did almost kill him... it's very easy for me, personally, to read into that as Mouse trying to tell Jay, while not letting on to the rest of the team and making them worry, too, that he's feeling that way again. That he's suicidal again, that the level of stress he's feeling while working in Intelligence is driving him back to that point. This could very feasibly be part of the reason that Jay changes his mind on fighting him so hard on all of it between this conversation and their next scene together. However...

Even without the context of my headcanon, the conversation outright says that Mouse is actively thinking about how he might die. He's going to a place where he could potentially die every single day, and he's not concerned about it, not only that, but he seems to be welcoming it. If not suicidal, he's being reckless and careless with his life, telling Jay he's being pushed to the brink, actively concerned that he's taking just as much of a risk even if he stays in Chicago...

Mouse's exit actively undid all of the progress we got to see on screen, putting him right back where he started if not worse off - if he even lived long enough to make it home at all. And it makes me absolutely furious every time I think about it. It turned his arc of recovery into a net negative outcome, and in the best case scenario pushed him back into a potential cycle of trauma and addiction. And even a rushed exit doesn't have to be that cynical.

He could have easily had a more positive exit - maybe going back to school to finish his degree, if he's really set against the police academy. But this exit, and all of the awful, devastating implications that come with it, were a deliberate choice that shouldn't have been made.

TLDR;; Mouse's mental health was an absolute mess, to put it lightly, and I'm constantly confused about why his exit was allowed to play out like this, and how he could reasonably pass any psychological evaluation that would let him reenlist in the first place. yes I know the government and the armed forces specifically are awful about mental health and actively tell people not to report how they're feeling let me apply some logic to my anger please it keeps me sane

#answered #shae tag #lovelymysticmoon #alex says things #one chicago #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #jay halstead #cpd #chicago pd #mouse backstory*#november 2011*#i'm just angry about this all the time #also mind those warnings this one gets heavy

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years

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I don’t imagine this is something you’ve ever really thought about cause it doesn’t seem your style but do you think Mordred ever had a crush on any of the knights/Merlin/Morgana along the lines of how some students get a crush on teachers (as opposed to something serious cause like he’s baby). Or do you think it’s always been a little too much awe/fear initially depending on the person for that to ever manifest past serious admiration and then friendship

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

I keep meaning to finish off other pieces, and y'all keep sending me hilarious asks that I just HAVE to answer straight away. I don't know if you intended this anon, but the idea of Mordred having a schoolboy crush on someone in the gang is absolutely sending me😅😂

Also, let's pretend, as we do normally, that everything is perfectly fine and happy and smooshy :D

Ok so, he never has a crush on Arthur, because he takes one look at him (when he comes back as a 16/17ish year old) and goes "Dad?? Uncle??? Brother maybe?? I'm not sure. It's one of those, anyway." It's a little cute honestly, and Merlin and Morgana always take the piss.

It's similar with Merlin and Morgana, except there's a decent amount of HeroWorship™ in there as well, though that quickly ends when he sees Merlin step in a bucket and trip down three flights of stairs, with his only complaint being that he dropped the flower Gwen gave him, and he sees Morgana snort in a very unladylike manner and then choke on her own spit for a good three minutes, specifically at Merlin falling down the stairs.

With the others it's... a different story.

Percival is too big and stronk for our little boy, he's mostly just intimidated. When he finds out how much of a softy he is, intimidation turns into finding it weirdly cute and sweet? But also big and soft and safe?? Mordred is but a kitten, Percival, a soft-mouthed and cuddly but terrifying looking Rottweiler, here to pick him up by the scruff and carry him to safety.

He takes one look at Gwaine and Elyan and panics a little bit because..... why do..es his.... stomach... fee...l like.... thisss. It's an awakening moment for sure. Swishy hair,,,, smooth skin,,,, cheeky, carefree grins,,,,, muscles. This is the initial gut reaction, of all the ones he has towards The Gang, that takes the longest time to lessen, especially because it turns out that they're also super nice people, even amidst all the pranks. He has like... a weird friend crush on them, in that he views them as more friends than crushes, and he would never, could never, actually follow through on it, even if they felt the same, because it would just be too weird. He... look, he just thinks they're neat, ok? And don't we all, really?

It's kinda sad, but he's a little scared of Leon at first. The guy is a big deal, if you forget the magic shit, he's the biggest deal of all of them besides Arthur. And he's the only one there who used to work directly under Uther, and he was obviously good at it otherwise he wouldn't have got where he is. He's also a little too old for Mordred (poor Mor' obviously doesn't realise that Gwaine and Leon are around the same age. If anyone ever tells him, he'll die). Once he gets to know him and he's obviously not genocidal towards magic like Uther was, just a little wary and scared, he warms up to him a lot, and thinks he's super cool and powerful.

Gwen. Is. So Cool. He's a little in love with her, in the way that he can't speak to her without blushing and stuttering. But it's like... the same way I have a "crush" on Emma Thompson: if I ever met her, I would freeze up completely before telling her how incredible she is and beginning to ramble and repeatedly apologise and just generally embarrass myself. But, once again, wouldn't we all react that way upon meeting Gwen (or Emma Thompson)?

Lancelot is, at first, bit of a crush, then the moment he opens his mouth it's "Oh. Oh ok. Dad number two, coming right up." like the switch is immediate. Merlin and Morgana also take the piss out of this. Actually, they take the piss out of all of it. They are the older siblings and Mordred is babey. It's a requirement.

Anyway. That was fun, and I hope that was what you were after anon, I love you😅

Keep an eye out today guys, there's some more stuff coming😉

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lgwifey · 2 years

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TRAUMATISED

80s!noel gallagher x fem!reader

summary : Just a relaxing day after traumatic exam preperation, ruined by a group of eleven year olds.

warnings : proof read but probably got mistakes in, slightly heated half way through, swearing but it's the Gallaghers so what's new, periods. I think that's it x

MASTERLIST

1983

"Y' stress 'bout it too much."

Y/n scoffed at the weirdly relaxed voice coming from the direction of her boyfriend. She just rolled her eyes before looking back down at the mindmap A4 sheet which held the subjects of the third and final maths exam, her third to last exam of the year.

"Honestly,"

He reappeared beside her, where he had started an hour ago but gradually drifted off the lie down on the bed, which y/n had make neat for him whilst he was grabbing drinks downstairs. She was a slight neat freak, just slightly.

She felt hands softly hold her shoulders and a leg appear with side of her bare ones.

", it's not like y' gonna fail."

The thick text book and it's loose pieces of paper where sat on the litter desk which was near the end of Noel's bed but Liam had basically took over when he started highschool.

"Maybe, but I don't have a fall back like you Mr Gallagher."

As she finished her sentence, she leaned back into the chest of Noel, the older boy letting out an 'umph' as he felt the impact.

Y/n looked up to him. Her y/h/c locks falled against his tshirt, her eyes looking into his pale blue ones. Across her lips, a grin was smothered and her cheeks smiled up. He left a peck on her lips, his lips having curved up into a smile after seeing her face properly.

"Soon i'll be makin' enough for the both of us."

"You're the only sixteen year old lad I know who actually has a plan for 'is future, y'know that right."

" 'm mature s'all."

"You're a freak of nature darling."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before shifting away from him. Her arms slid out of his jacket which she'd 'borrowed' whilst they where at school, since it started raining and her blazer was doing little to nothing to stop her chemically white shirt from going outright translucent, she dropped the item of clothing onto the back of the old spinning chair which was half tucked under the desk.

Noel gave a whine as she strolled over to the corner of the room which held his prized vynil collection and the record player. The complaint was not only because he'd lost the heat which raidiated off of the girl but also because he knew which record she was going to play, it was the record she always played. The only reason he had it in the collection was because she'd bought it for him as a gift so then she'd have her favourate songs at his house and he loved her too much to actually get rid of it.

The sixteen year old fell back onto his bed with a thud as the disco music started to echo through his room, the girl dancing through the entire room with her school skirt flowing around and her shirt loose and half unbuttoned, her hands clutched onto her stomach which he found unusual but didn't say. The dark album cover had been left to the side of the table the black record player was situated on as the super-trouper vynil spun around the it.

Noel had gave up, his girlfriend laughing a 'you told me to relax' to him when she caught him rolling his eyes at her childish antics.

By the time the second verse had rolled around, y/n was in full preformance mode, singing along to each lyric perfectly, mimicing the swedish vocalists' robotic tone

"I said, I was not exactly Waiting for the bus"

It was the only moment Noel found her to be stood still, only for her to start shouting the chorus a second later and for her arms to almost hit him accidentally.

When she finished spinning in a circle, once the song had finished, y/n found the single bed to be vacant of any Gallagher. She soon found the reason when the sound of Mr. Blue Sky started playing, the 1980 ABBA record being slid back into it's cover and back onto the shelf. Even if he hated it, there was no way Noel would risk scratching the disk.

He gave y/n a laugh as she grimaced at him, making his way over to her.

"You're such a child."

"That's my favourate song y' prick."

His arms wrapped around her waist and he left a kiss on his forehead before slowly dragging them both back over to his bed, ELO playing through the air.

"I love how this is the only song y'know."

Y/n found herself layed under Noel as he drifted a hand through her hair and left kisses on her every few seconds between his conversation.

" 's a banger."

One of her hands held onto his jaw, leading him to her lips instead of everywhere else.

Their lips attached with love and adoration, the fast beat of the music slowing down towards the next verse. The song always left a smile on y/n's lips and therefore put Noel in a good mood.

The couple started to heat up their activities, Noel's hands falling onto y/n's chest as he unbuttoned the school shirt. She did the same as she struggled pulling his t-shirt over his head, Noel ended up helping her out and pulling it up himself.

As the song drifted off to a diffrent tune, which y/n had no clue off, she found herself dragging Noel back to her mouth and sliding herself on top, spinning the both of the around with a grin.

Her hands pushed her discarded shirt onto the bedroom floor before reaching down awkwardly and picking off her knee high socks, Noel gave no help what so ever to the task and instead opted for tangling his hand into y/n's hair and depthening the once lulling kiss which had turned firery with exhausted teenager hormores and over-worked exam preperation.

As if a sudden bucket of realisation was dropped on top of y/n, she sat up awkwardly, forming a gap between her and the confused Noel.

"I fuckin' forgot."

She gave a complaining whine as she headbutted her boyfriend's chest, falling back to lie on top of him more casually. He gave her an even more confused look before she explained.

"I started yesterday."

As if the words didn't make sence to him, Noel furrowed his eyebrows.

"My period."

"No. I knew what you meant."

He grimaced, feeling bad about his immediate reaction and deciding to cuddle into y/n more to assure her that he didn't find her disgusting.

With his head lodged between his girlfriend's neck and shoulder and wet kisses being pressed into the crook of her neck, Noel explained his confusion.

"I just though y' stopped two weeks ago."

"I started again 'cause of exams, 's pretty common."

"Good t' know y'not gonna die then."

Without the couple noticing, the white door of the shared bedroom creaked open with a group of year sevens wondering in.

Y/n and Noel didn't notice the company intill his eleven year old brother let out a scream and pushed his friends back out of the room, a look of horror engraved onto his features as he screamed at Noel to fuck off.

Y/n gave a laugh and pulled Noel's old t-shirt over her head, hoping Liam hadn't noticed her bra being mostly just lace without any padding and leaving her boyfriend to having to get a different top. She opened to door again once Noel had reach over for a top, letting Liam back into his room with hid posse of mischeiveous goblins following him. The eleven year old held a traumatised look on his face whilst his friends looked at y/n with tomato red blushes on their faces, she gave them a sugar sweet smile before walking back over to Noel's bed, sitting on it cross-legged as he switched the record player off and sliding Out Of The Blue back into it's cover.

"So what y' doing today lads ?"

The brunette in need of a serious hair cut gave the sixteen year old girl a glare before answering for himself and his friends.

"Well we where gonna play cards but now we're gonna 'ave to nick mam's bleach for our eyes."

"Oh shut up y' little git. 's not like we where actually doing anythin' ."

Noel found his spot back behind his girlfriend with his arms wrapped around her waist and her back pressed comfortably against his chest.

"I'll 'ave you know i'm traumatised."

"Aw, we'll pay f' your therapy sweetie."

Y/n have a mocking pout to Liam, who in turn flipped her off.

"Right, out."

Noel slid off the bed, grabbing Liam by the ear and dragging his younger brother out of the room, leaving the rest of the children to follow their little gang's leader.

"Fuckin' get off Noel !,"

"Y' can find somewhere else to play your little game."

" 's my room too !"

"Yeah, well y' should've though of that before y' started acting like a twat."

He gave a sarcastic smile before shutting to door with the small group of uniform clad eleven year olds looking at him.

When he turned back to look at y/n, she gave a small frown at the fustraited look etched into his face and waved him over, back to his bed.

As she went to sooth him, a muffled conversation came through the door, clearly Liam and his friends playing cards in the hallway instead of downstairs.

"Your brother's bird has nice tits."

"Shut up Har, she's a total minger."

If eyes could actually turn red, y/n would've sworn Noel's turned jalapenos pepper red and before she could mutter a word, he was back out the door and heading for Liam.

"Noel !"

Y/n jumped off of the bed, heading for her boyfriend before cramp hit and she sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening and hands gripping her stomach in pain.

As the pain soothed off, she went to take a step towards where the sixteen year old was dragging his eleven year old brother down the stairs only for another cramp to hit and for her to muffle her pain by biting her lip.

Maybe she should just let them get it out of their system.

#80s #90s #oasis #oasis x reader #oasis x fem!reader #noel gallagher x fem!reader #noel gallagher #80s!noel gallagher x reader #liam gallagher #britpop #fem!reader

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withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus · 10 months

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I think visual kei is the longest obsession I’ve ever had. It took me 11 years to finally be chill about it. xD I’ve reached a point that I don’t care much about the scene, never seeing them live, missing releases like...this year I’ve managed to slowly detach.

Ever since I was a little girl, my favorite musicians were my life. They gave me a voice, a purpose and a dream. I wasn’t a casual listener, I was the kind of girl who needed to see them as much as possible, listen to music like 6 hours a day, if not more, my walls were always full of pictures of them, I always talked about them...they were my life. And even after getting into visual kei, I didn’t drop any of my previous favorites, I just wasn’t as focused on them as before. With previous artists I felt my enthusiasm was fullfilling and healthy, an energy boost, an inspiration, a place where I felt understood. It was sth I loved, people I loved etc. (and if you are one of those who think you have to know sb very well to love them, get the fuck out of my blog, I know what I felt and if a person can hate sb at first sight, they can love at first sight too. Yes maybe what I loved was 90% illusion, but I believe 10% was actually real cause, no matter how much a person likes to appear perfect and always friendly etc, cracks will always be there). Anyway visual kei felt like more than that to the point I really thought it was destiny to actually work with them (cause I’ve always wanted to work with my favorite artists, I just switched from wanting to go to the USA to Japan after a while being a fan). And you know what, it was fun as long as it lasted. It took me out of the dark, pulled blades away from my wrists, it kept me sane, lead to writing 2 and a half books, it lead to finally getting my hands on photoshop and honestly becoming a better person. But yeah those things aside, I realized that the goal-part was another lie I built to feel I belonged. In reality, it was another lesson in life which, once I got it, it had to go.

I’m closing 30 and I have not much passion for art or music anymore. It was painful forcing myself understand my dreams were silly, but the peace I feel now makes me think I finally made it. I can now look at their photos of the past with nostalgia and not feeling like I failed, cause it was never for me in the first place. I kept seeing people travelling there and being able to see them and, some even got chances to work with them, so I wondered wtf I was doing wrong. It was eating me alive and I desperately wanted sth to work but well...it’s all gone now. ^^

Currently I don’t have any goals but I know some old stuff came back. As a child, besides trying every artform I could get my hands on while listening to music, I also played a lot of games. We had 3 drawers and 1 cupboard full of videogames at home and I feel like I am slowly getting back to that. I limit myself only to genshin now, for sure, but I watch more playthroughs again of games I don’t have and maybe soon I will try getting a console to try more stuff, who knows. I also started watching anime again, which I had stopped for a few years.

Oh well, regardless of what the future holds, I am thankful to all those people who dared chase their dreams and inspired me do the same, my lovely musicians, even if I eventually got nowhere, and I will keep listening to their songs from time to time. And posting their pics cause nostalgia. My only complaint is that I spent the past 10 years of my life being upset that I lived in a house that didn’t allow me have posters on my walls (fucking humidity and mold ye see) and now that I can and my room is healthier, I have nobody I want on my walls. xD I will fill it with Genshin and anime characters xD.

#I'm still not happy so I don't celebrate in any way I'm just glad I found some precentage of peace away from my dreams #and stopped believing silly things #i still think people can achieve everything they want #but it does take work #and after 11 years I personally am done with that work cause apparently it wasn't enough #and that's ok #you can always find a new goal to go after #and choose how many obstacles you are willing to destroy to get to it #some people have more courage than others and patience #whether you have them or not though #finding your place in the world isn't easy #but you can't give up #there is sth out there that will either complete you or will be enough to make you feel glad you're alive #i suppose that's a goal i can have now #to find sth that can bring me happiness and like soon #cause I sure as hell won't fight for another decade for anything that excites me #if it is to bring me happiness for real it better be less than 6 years' work

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