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jiminscalicokitten · 4 years

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Intense Feelings (One-shot)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, slight!Angst

Summary: Meeting someone you barely knew in high school shocks you but what really made everything so crazy is how you forgot saving his life.

Rating: 18+ (If the warnings trigger you please don’t read.)

Warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (both receiving), overstimulation, sex, slight!choking, slight!dirty talk, slight!possessiveness, depression, mention of attempt on suicide.

Word Count: 3.5k

Notes: It’s been such a long time since I posted, I wanted to surprise with a one-shot with out saying anything! Hope you enjoy it babies.

The bartender filled your empty glass with what seemed to be his best whisky, from a bottle that could at least value at four thousand dollars.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. “I didn’t order this.” You muttered. “A beauty such as yourself deserves a glass of the best, on the house.” He winked.

“Does that work on most?” You raised your eyebrow as you crossed your leg. “I don’t try it on most.” He smiled widely. “Well, thank you for the drink.” Feeling a burn caused you to clear your throat.

Inhaling you feel the alcohol surge through your veins, “Why is this place so quiet? I mean it is a club right?” You mumbled leaning into the counter. “Ah. It’s a quiet bar before eight. After that the party starts. You could say that you’re a little early.” He smiled.

“Tell me, what do you do for a living, Miss?” He poured you a little more. “Well, office clerk, my name is Y/N.” You nodded. “I’m Hoseok, the bartender/owner of this club.” He told you as he wiped the counter with a clean cloth.

“It’s rare to see office people come to clubs, I guess most would get dragged into team dinners and whatnot.” He smiled. “Well that’s true. But I guess our department is a little more progressive than most. We don’t have to go when we don’t want to.” You explained.

“That must be great. I have a friend that usually sneaks out of college get togethers. Not that they invite him anymore. He claims it to be so boring.” You really did enjoy the fact that he talked to you even though it was awkward small talk.

You struggled communicating with others. You always wanted to start conversations but it sometimes gets too hard at how shy you are, or the fact that people just start talking to others before you could gather the courage to start a conversation.

In the office, you usually talk when someone talks to you first and it never was about you. They need you to just do office stuff and it didn’t necessarily hurt your feelings but it did disappoint you though.

People were never interested in the quiet clerk that just focuses on her work. They probably thought you were just here to only work and nothing more or less. What disappointed you was the fact they didn’t even try to change that.

The team had a strong connection with one and another as they visibly show their friendship almost all the time. You weren’t a part of that. You didn’t really have a big friends group growing so it wasn’t something you weren’t used to.

“Talk about the devil and he shows up.” You snapped out of your thoughts. Once you turned back you saw him. He wore a black Balenciaga t-shirt paired with loose jeans and a flannel barely hanging off his shoulder. You knew him. You went to school with him back in the day.

You can’t say he changed much, Jeon Jungkook, the hottest kid in class, there was a rumor about him being the son of the biggest business man in the city, once it spread he changed schools, allowing most to believe that it was true.

“Hey! Give me a bottle of your coldest beer.” He stood next to your stool. “Here. I can’t believe you arrive the moment I mention you to someone.” Hoseok shook his head as he set the beer on the counter. “You were talking about me?” He looked confused.

“Yeah, to Y/N over here. Y/N this is Jungkook. JK this is Y/N.” He introduced him to you. There was no way that Jungkook was going to remember you from high school. Not that you look that different, it’s just that you lived in two different worlds-

“Y/N! I know you. We went to high school together didn’t we?” He grinned excitedly as he sat on the stool next to yours. “You remember?” Your eyes sparkled in fascination, how can he remember you? He must remember everyone in school to recall that you attended with him.

“Of course I remember you. You were like the nicest person in the school.” He looked as if he was reminiscing. “Wow, but to be honest, I don’t remember us interacting much.” You confessed glancing at your glass.

“That’s awesome! I remember more than you do then!” He laughed as he chugged his drink. “I remember how wonderful of a person you were.” His gaze softened at your shy demeanor.

After a few too many drinks on Jungkook’s side, he got up stumbling a step, his hand gripping your shoulder for support. His cheeks were rosy and eyes were glistening. He suddenly fixed his posture to stand perfectly straight.

His eyes were on yours for a long minute before he wrapped his arms around your head. Face in his torso, you were maybe as confused as you can get. Hoseok hollered his name a couple of times asking him to let go but he wouldn’t. Not necessarily hating the situation you were in you wrapped your small arms around his torso in comfort. Hoseok quieted down staring.

Inhaling his scent you felt nostalgic, as if you’ve done something like this before, was it deja vu? Slowly letting you go he stared at your feature with an unreadable expression. You can’t help feeling breathless at how ethereal he appeared.

Hair gently laying on his forehead, the air around you slowed, lights dimmed as a slight in his eyes was accentuated, and you could see visible fluff in the air pretend to be feathers of his non-existent wings.

Leaning in, his forehead rested against yours for a moment before his lips pressed into yours. You loved the feeling of them pressing against your own as you lace your fingers in his hair to tug him in closing the distance between you two. Jungkook breaks the kiss, pecking your nose before prodding. “Let’s go?” It was a question more than a statement.

He held your hand gently as he helped you out of the door, feeling your cheeks gain color. and stopped walking, halting his movement. He turned to look at you with concern lacing his gaze. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He muttered holding both your hands as he faced you.

“It’s not that… Why me?” You knew that you didn’t really deserve this. “Because it is you. Because ten years ago, I missed my chance to show you how I feel about you.” He leaned pecking your lips then your nose followed by your forehead.

You couldn’t question him any longer. His actions were telling you everything you knew he meant every word just by the warmth he provided you with his touch in that moment.

His apartment wasn’t too far from the club, he lived near the state university. Once you walked into the apartment you slipped off your shoes as you dragged your lips against his neck, moaning in satisfaction he slipped off his boots. “Can I touch you?” His question seemed way too innocent for him.

Your hand pulled his onto your waist. “I’d get sad if you don’t.” His hand massaged your waist as they slowly got lower to your hip. Your forehead patted his. Shortening the gap between he gasped in your lips.

His lips felt different. They were much softer. Your hands held both of his cheeks as you tilted your head to get better access to his wet lips. He let out a soft groan as you slowly pulled his shirt off his body. “I remember you were into basketball back before you left.” You smiled as your fingertips gently ran across his muscled pecs.

“I remember swooning every time I saw you.” You felt warmth grow between your legs. “Me too.” He joked. “Yeah? I guess you were that narcissistic about yourself and honestly I would be if I looked like that.” You pushed him down towards your bed. Hands touching his body, your lips met once more earning a groan from him. You slowly started moving down his neck with your kisses.

He felt his member grow harder as your tongue licked across his abs going down. “Can I?” Your fingers wrapped around the band of his pants. He just nodded wordlessly. He hadn’t really done this before.

Biting down onto his bottom lip at the sight of you pushed his knees apart, heat built up around his crotch as he settled back into the sofa.

You pushed the loose strands of hair back from around your face to fall behind your head, you froze once Jungkook tucked a stray, a strand of your hair behind your ear. A small smirk on his face as he did so.

Your fingertips caressed the denim that covered his thighs, inching towards the zipper of the tight jeans that he wore. Jungkook lifted his hips a little, pulling down his pants revealing the mind-numbing image of his bulge.

Hands already lightly danced over his boxer briefs before you glanced up at him for permission, to which he nodded with hooded eyes and his notorious, taunting raise of an eyebrow.

The sight of his member leaving out of his underwear had your lips parting in awe, saliva gathered in your mouth whole-heartedly at the size of him.

You knew you would not be able to take him whole, but you were willing to try once you had him flushed and on the edge of his high.

Your fingers tentatively slid across his jeans to wrap around the shaft to make up for what your lips could not reach for now. He inhaled sharply as you took him in.

You started to work your mouth and fingers in unison, pumping up and down at an agonisingly slow pace, dragging as much pleasure as you possibly could through the way that your tongue traced delicately around his length, caressed the vein that throbbed eagerly on the underside.

Hollowing your cheeks so that you could suck hard. Your name slipped from his lips deliciously as he lets out a throaty grunt. Hips rolling up into your mouth, making you whimper around him, struggling to refrain from reaching your free fingers between your thighs to satisfy yourself.

Jungkook’s hand that was tangled in the strands of your hair had gone slightly slack with the euphoria that was rushing throughout his limbs, encouraging you to go deeper, harder.

You removed your hand completely from his length, his erection poised readily on its own, noticing the way Jungkook’s eyes unexpectedly widened as moved your lips so far down his length that the tip was nestled against the back of your throat.

A tight swallow had the man crying out, fisting a bundle of your hair for leverage as his body shook with white hot pleasure, rushing down to his length where it coated the inside of your mouth.

Your palms were flat against his thighs, sliding your lips slowly up and down to draw out the high that had shaken him from his core, weakly thrusting into you for more.

When you finally lifted up, you coughed lightly as you inhaled air back into your body, a little dizzy when Jungkook clasped your cheeks between his hands and leaned down to your face.

A shiver of pleasure ran through your spine at the way he ran his tongue from your chin up to your lips, tasting your effort before sealing it with a deep kiss.

His mouth opened your own wide, eager to consume every inch of you with his roaming lips and tongue before he pulled back, the two of you practically breathless.

“That was probably the best blow job that I’ve received. Baby got mouth.” He kissed your giggling lips once more. “I should take care of you too.” His hand traveled to your waist as he helped you stand up. He laid your body on the bed.

His fingers caught the hem of your shirt, “Wait…” You muttered face turning red. “We can stop if you want.” His hand went to pull up his pants. “That’s not it. I just feel self-conscious of my body.” You held onto his hands.

He didn’t really understand. You were perfect, in his eyes at the very least. But he did know better than to push you out of your comfort zone this early in your relationship. He then glanced at your pants for permission. You nodded cheeks flaring even redder.

He had a hard time pulling off your pants. Your hands moved to assist him in removing it. He drags your underwear with your pants in one gesture, Jungkook’s mouth came wet and warm on your pussy, licking your slit and pressing the flat of his tongue on your clit.

His tongue swiped against your slit hard a few times and you moaned, arousal dripping between your legs already. He dug his fingers in the flesh of your thighs to still your moving body and started to suck on your clit, making you arch your back against your soft bed.

Jungkook’s lips then pulled away from your clit to press against your folds, dipping his tongue just the smallest bit inside of you. You let out a shaky breath and shut your eyes, your legs locked around his head as you begin rubbing against his mouth. “I am so close! Kookie!” Your moans get louder.

“Did you just call me Kookie while I’m doing this?” He plunged his fingers into your cunt as he chuckled. “I want to cum with you inside me.” You begged. Your cheeks felt warm and his hand came up to cup your face. He swiped a thumb across it. “I’ll end up wrecking you if you sound like that.”

He ripped a condom wrapper and cased his length in latex. You barely had time to breathe before he shoved his cock inside of you, the stretching burned just enough to make you moan into his neck.

Jungkook pushed himself all the way and stopped, letting out a shuddering moan himself, he didn’t say anything to you, but you knew he’s waiting for you to adjust. Your hands grabbed the sheets as you clenched tightly around his length.

You placed your hand against his chest to make him know that you’re ready for him to move. You lifted your hips up a bit and a shiver shot through you when Jungkook pulled out of you halfway and then slid back in slowly.

At your signal to move, he started at an unforeseen harsh pace, thrusting hard enough to make the bed squeak and rattle. Your back arched once more against the sheets and you didn’t do anything to meet his thrusts, too lightheaded with the pleasure that raised in your abdomen.

He slowed down to kiss your lips. His thrusts became unhurried but deeper against your insides. “If I had known it would feel this good I would’ve asked you out in high school.” He grinned

He started moving again, shoving in and out of you roughly. Jungook’s hand released your cheek and trailed down your chin until the inside of his palm lay on your throat. You let out a shuddering gasp escape your lips when his fingers tightened around your neck, just under your jaw.

“Fuck- you feel too good babe.” He sounded too serious unlike his usual tone as his hand loosens against your neck.

“Jungkook- I’m about to- Fuck I’m cumming.” Jungkook pulled out almost all the way and then started to thrust in and out of you once more, pounding you as hard as he could.

You felt yourself come undone beneath him; you almost screamed when he didn’t stop thrusting, but you clasped your mouth with your hand letting out a whimper. The overstimulation is starting to hurt, but you closed your eyes shut and took it with tears escaping you, knowing it would start to feel good again.

“No one else is allowed to touch you.” You shivered, the possessiveness in his voice making your toes curled and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep his body near yours as he pounded his hips into you erratically.

“Say it.” he pressed a kiss against your jaw. “Say that you’re only mine.” You bite your lip and shut your eyes as he fucks you. “I’m only yours.” You breathed, “I only want your cock inside me, Jungkook..”

You feel his cock throb and twitch inside you and then he climaxed, white hot cum shot into the latex. You gasped and pushed your hips up toward him while he came. He pulled out removing the condom, his cum shot on your clit. You reached your second orgasm feeling his cum still spilling against your folds.

“Fuck. I might’ve been too serious for our own good.” He went to your bathroom to get a towel. He dropped the towel on your sensitive nether region. Once he tried to clean out his you flinched shivering from your previous overstimulation.

Kookie grinned like a fool at what he had accomplished. Once he threw the towel in his laundry basket, he laid next to you. His arms encased your waist and pulled you closer. “I can’t believe that we did that.” He kissed the top of your head.

He was underneath the blanket snuggly holding onto your naked figure. You were honestly scared. You were worried that he might’ve spent the night with you because he was just drunk and nothing more.

You tried to take his arm off of your waist in an attempt to collect your clothes and leave before he woke up, but his groans wrapping his other arm around your waist pulled you into his chest. It’s obvious at this point that he’d wake up if you move.

Slightly shaking him, you felt your heart-rate double. “Jungkook… wake up. I need to go.” He groans a second time and stretches his legs. “Morning.” He smiled with a dazzling dreamy look. “I have to go, can you take your arm off of me.” You tried prying his hand off of you.

“It’s a weekend… you don’t have to go.” He then began to pepper kisses all over your face heading towards your neck. “Okay! Okay! Stop it that tickles.” You laugh. “I thought I was a one night stand.” You mumbled laugh dying down. He suddenly jumps into a sitting position. “What? Of course not. I care about you and I have since high school.” He held you close once more.

“Is there something that happened in high school that I completely erased from my memory. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to invalidate your feelings but what is it that you remember?” You held his hand.

His arms relaxed as he pulled you back into bed. Holding you ever so gently you sighed, you honestly could get used to this. “Well, I’ve seen you in school a couple of times. You wouldn’t really talk to me or my group of friends, like most would do. I found that unusual yet I didn’t care enough to talk to you.

Then, the whole rumor about me and my family started going around. My friends became two-faced and tried buttering me up for their own gain. I won’t get into details of what happened with my family at that time, some horrible stuff happened with my dad, he said some stuff about my deceased mother in front of his young wife.

I told them that I wanted to change schools because of my old friends and they agreed after a week of arguments. Around that my depression got really bad. That’s when we talked for the first time on the-”

“Roof.” You cut him off as you remembered a small detail. “Yeah, I was planning on ending it all then you entered. I remembered that you were the only one that hasn’t really spoken to me in school. I thought you were going to judge me, but you didn’t. I stepped back as I waited for you to leave so I can…

Then, you walked towards me unexpectedly and kneeled to tie my loose sneakers lace. I thought how crazy is life, the moment that the world collapsed on my shoulders you showed up to stop me from tripping on my laces. Then I started crying.

The hug that you gave me was wordless but it made everything feel lighter. You told me that everything was going to be okay and that I’d have you by my side, a stranger.

You kept me in your arms for a good twenty minutes, once I stopped crying like a baby, you kissed my forehead and said that you’d be ready to listen to me whenever I felt like talking. I thanked you and we never saw each other again. Well, until yesterday that is.” He kissed your forehead.

“Wow, how can I forget that? You were like a lost bunny…” You smiled holding his cheeks. “That doesn’t matter, I found you again. I won’t tell you that I love you, because it’s a little creepy and too early but I can say that I have intense feelings towards you.” He said, earning a giggle from you.

“Me too Kookie, I have intense feelings towards you too.” You kissed his lips then placed your head on his collarbone inhaling the nostalgic scent of your teen years.

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kindness-bliss · 3 years

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New Beginnings Ch. 10

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

Maya sighed as she sat in the and leaned her head back against the headrest “Why did you lean in to kiss me ?” she finally asked

“I just felt the moment was right, you held my hand on your own and I thought maybe it was a good idea. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, I just did what I felt was right in the moment” he explained “I apologize, I really do. I would never wanna make you feel like it was forced”

“Don’t do it again” she said softly “Now hurry up so you can drive me home and we can both change, you got your outfit ?”

“Yeah, just um a black long sleeve button up and black pants, that okay ?” Marcel asked

“Perfect” she grins as they got out “Also feel free to loosen up tonight, I can handle my drinking”

He raised a brow as he pulled in and followed “Do I need to remind you about what happened in Berlin ?”

Maya widened her eyes as she blushed and shot him a look “You said you’d never bring it up, so don’t start now”

“Sorry but you causing world war 3 at a club at 2 in the morning that led to us running through the back door isn’t exactly a small thing” he laughed as he brought his bag in “I’m not even drunk ! I’m fine, let’s go dance !” he mocked in her voice “and then suddenly a fight about who knows what and bam we’re in a taxi. How you weren’t some kind of fighter in your life still shocks me”

“I felt like it” she shrugged “she insinuated my Cartier bracelets were fake so I let her have it, period. Oh yeah and she hit on you right in front of me, she deserved it”

He laughed, shaking his head “how about none of that tonight ? Just fun, enjoy yourself with your friends and celebrate your cover”

“I invited Fabian” she blurted out, taking out her curling iron to touch up her hair “he said he’s coming, I gave security his name”

Marcel nodded as she took off his t shirt and ironed his shirt “That’s cool, glad he can make it”

“If you two don’t say sorry and make up tonight I swear” she groaned. Yeah they had been friends for a little over half a year but that didn’t mean him and Fabian were back together. Those two were like a married couple and seeing him without Fabian made her sad, he wasn’t the same without him and it killed her inside

“I can’t promise anything but if he’s there obviously he knows I’m going to be as well so who knows” Marcel admitted as he fixed his hair

“Lay off the gel, you look you belong back in Germany in some grade school with this haircut” she laughed fixing her eye shadow “Plus it’s gonna be hot in there”

“Then I’ll take my shirt off,” he smirked. “I think some girls there would really like to see that, don't you think ?”

Maya rolled her eyes, going into her closet and picking out a body con sequin dress, something to make her stand out from the others. She wanted to be absolutely sure she looked better than anyone else there, especially after what Tim had told her. Tim. As if that Dickies wearing, missing tooth asshole knew anything about fashion she shook her head. “No one cares Maya, he doesn’t matter at all” she repeated in her head turning and widening her eyes as she saw Marcel changing

“Wow...wow” she muttered quietly as she hid behind her closet door and peaked, taking a look at his perfectly tan body and abs, watching him check himself out in the mirror while buttoning up his shirt. He had to me the most vain individual she had ever met yet there she was hiding so she could admire him from afar. Her, the actual model, hiding in a damn closet to stare at him of all people. She quickly snapped out of her own thoughts and changed, putting on her heels as she walked out

“Alright all-” Marcel stopped speaking, practically stopping his breathing when he saw her

“Hey” Maya grinned softly as she saw his face

“Maya….I….” he took a moment to think clearly about what he wished to say, not wanting to make himself seem even dumber than he already did

“I-wow” he chuckled out finally as he put his hands in his pockets

“You...you look beautiful, stunning”

“Marcel, you’ve seen me in dresses but thank you” she giggled

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, ever” he said sincerely “you look beautiful every single day but tonight is just wow”

She looked at him, trying her best to keep her look calm and friendly but part of her wanted to jump him right then and there. “Come on, let’s get going it’s late” she grinned as she went back out with him to the car and allowed him to take a picture of them to post ******

“So now explain” Johnny said as he sat with Tim in the living room of his home “why exactly did you um...snap ?”

“I did not snap” Tim responded calmly as he pet their dog Pawdme

“I...words didn’t come out as well as I hoped okay, that’s all”

“Um...you went to college right ? like graduated, correct ?” he asked

Tim nodded as he gave a confused look “uh yeah, I uh have a degree in Journalism, worked at a newspaper company for years. Actually” he chuckled “when we met in evolve I was stil- wait what does this have to do with anything ?”

“So you’re telling me you’re college educated with a degree in JOURNALISM of all things, like as in good with words and writing yet you don't know how to speak to a woman !” Johnny exclaimed “You legit use big ass words and write pages yet when a girl clearly is giving the whole “take me in the back seat of your car now” eyes you insult and demean ?” “Johnny, enough” Candice spoke up “He gets the point, clearly he’s upset and mad”

“Thanks” Tim nodded, “and to answer all your questions, yes, I get it. I acted like a moron and well here I am trying to think of ways to apologize once again and convince her I want her with me”

“Well we can all talk about this tomorrow, we got somewhere to go” Johnny stood up dressed in a button up and black jeans along with Candice in a black dress

“A funeral ?” Tim asked confused as he looked at both of them “sorry for your loss, whomever it may be”

Candice let out a soft sigh as he looked at Johnny and nodded towards Tim with her head “tell him…”

“Okay, first it’s “Johnny, shut up!” and now it’s “tell him” he mocked in her voice as he put his hands on his hips and looked up at Tim

“We’re…..we’re going to Maya’s cover launch party, she invited us a month ago and well we RSVP’d and honestly I won’t lie, it looks like a lot of fun, man. She rented out the entire club. It's at EVE and I mean we don’t get to do shit like this, it’s the best club in the city and we’re on the list and I feel special alright ?”

“Wait wait, what ?” Tim asked bewildered “You two are going ? Like actually going ? This isn’t some sick joke right because if it is I got pranked” he put his hands up “the act can stop now, I get it”

Johnny and Candice looked at each other as they both turned and gave him a sorry look as Candice’s phone buzzed “sorry Tim...we gotta go now, Oney’s waiting with Joanne”

Tim scoffed as he nodded and opened the door, catching Oney about to knock “I know, don’t even try to explain” he said as he shut him up before he could even speak

“Well damn” Oney shot him a look “Guess that means, you don’t wanna be my plus one….”

“What ?” the other 3 asked in unison as they looked at him

“Joanne can’t make it, she has work so that leaves me with a plus one” he showed the message “Maya never said I couldn’t bring Tim” he gave a shrug

“Wait…. He can’t go like that” Candice emphasized “babe quick, go look for a bigger shirt and Oney, switch pants with Tim and Johnny will give you another pair…..NOW !” she raised her voice at the 3 of them as she watched them scurry and go to her bedroom

“Wow, who knew you could clean up so nicely” Johnny smirked “let me do your hair now, you can’t go out looking nicely dressed with messy hair, oh and cologne, you gotta smell good in case ”

“You’re not serious ?” Tim asked

“You want her to see you looking good right ? So listen to me, if you look good and smell good she’ll like fall in love with you, she won’t even remember you insinuated her work was cheap, or that bikini models are whores or that-” Johnny gulped when he saw him glare at him “here just..just add a little gel and um see you downstairs, hurry up”

Oney chuckled as he watched him get ready “If this doesn’t work, then I don’t know. Not gonna lie you look….nice. You really do, this is probably what she wanted to see”

“Whatever” Tim shrugged as he finished buttoning up the shirt “I just wanna talk to her that’s all, talk to her and get this settled and we’ll go from there” he nodded as he followed him back to Candice and Johnny’s Uber and sat down

“Wow” Candice grinned “look at you, I mean it. You clean up so nicely Tim, you really do”

“Thank you” Tim said softly as he gave her a small grin. “How the hell did I get myself into this ?” he thought to himself. None of this was him, he could feel the sweat start to build up in his arm pits as he moved around in his seat lifting his head up when Oney offered him a mini bottle of Patron

“A roadie, to loosen up before we get there. You could use it, need a chaser ?” he offered some seltzer water widening his eyes as he watched him chug it down in one gulp

“Give me another, now” Tim nodded as he reached out his hand, taking the second bottle and downing it “there, much much better”. No not really all that better but at least it calmed his nerves slightly as he watched them pull up to the club. He looked through the crowd to see who he recognized, some were definitely other models but lots were from work. She really had invited everyone but him, not like he expected it anyways.

“Remember, leave no later than 3” Candice said as they got out and reapplied her lipgloss “Jesus, she’s popular look at all these people”

“You don’t say” Johnny looked around “And she invited US, that means she really does like us and thinks of us as friends. She’s SO nice”

“She is. She really is something” Tim whispered to himself as he stood with them ************

“I love seeing you two so happy and together !” Maya smiled a little tipsy already as she put her arms around Fabian and Marcel’s shoulders

“The two besties are back together ! You can go back to taking your little sexy shirtless gym pictures now !”

Fabian chuckled “well thank you I think ? Thanks for inviting me again”

“Yeah yeah of course, anything to get you two back together” she sipped her martini, feeling slightly buzzed as she sat next to Marcel and put her hand on his thigh “oh my god, you look so cute tonight I can’t believe I didn’t tell you already” she pouted

Marcel chuckled as he placed her hand back on her lap gently “Thank you, you’re telling me now and to me that’s all that matters”

“Maya maybe, maybe we can stop the martini’s for a bit” Fabian suggested as he motioned for the waitress to come over and order them waters with lemon

“What a complete party pooper, I thought Italians were supposed to be fun. This is NOT how Jersey Shore made it seem” she rolled her eyes, pulling out her compact to look herself over as she watched Fabian just laugh at her

“Hey... still very very pretty,” Marcel grinned as he closed it for her. “There’s no need to keep looking at yourself when you look perfect, now have some water so you can sober up a bit and enjoy your night. Everyone’s here for you”

Maya stood up and fixed her dress when she saw Candice walk towards her “hey, oh my gosh you look beautiful !” She gave her a hug and smiled, tilting her head when she saw Johnny take a selfie with her custom cake “why...why is he ?”

“Listen he’s telling everyone we know he’s at a celebrity party and how you’re his friend, he’s truly living it up” she admits with a chuckle

“I just...I like how you guys came, you two are so kind and nice and to be honest I kinda like you guys here more than the others my agent made me invite” she smiled softly “Can I offer you a drink ?”

“Oh yeah sure, I’d love one of those fruity ones you’re having” Candice grinned as she walked over to the bar with her “Listen before we enjoy the night, I have to tell you that Oney’s girlfriend couldn’t make it so...so he brought Tim”

“What ?” she spat out her water “He’s here ? As in right now ? Candice what the hell ? After what happened earlier ?”

Candice sighed as she took her drink in one sitting and got up “Long story short he feels horrible and wants to talk to you, really talk to you. 100% serious this time, no insults nothing so when you’re ready you let me know and I”m getting you two together to talk even if it’s the last fucking thing I do” she nods

“I just wanna enjoy my night and maybe when I’m a little more drunk so I can let his ass know everything I’ve been feeling” Maya nodded as she cheered her and took what she believed was her 15th shot of the night

“So are those real ?” Candice asked as she pointed to her revealing dress “because they look real but they also look way too perfect to be real”

Maya laughed as she touched her shoulder with her arm “They are, but did you drink before getting here ?”

“May have had a couple roadies” she admits as they continued to drink together, getting rowdier once everyone else came to join

“Let’s give it up for Maya !” Johnny yelled as he raised his champagne glass “MY friend is a model and she’s on an ACTUAL magazine and on a billboard !”

“To me ! For being really fucking pretty and having an amazing body !” Maya exclaimed drunkenly as she leaned on Marcel

“And with REAL boobs !” Candice added as they all cheered together and moved to the dance floor as the DJ played a playlist of mid 2000’s songs

Everything was great, perfect actually until Oney spotted Tim talking to a girl, a little too close for comfort in his eyes as he left and sat down keeping a close eye on him

“So what brings you here, do you know Maya ?” the girl asked Tim as she grinned and sat too close to him at the bar

“In a way yeah, you ?” he nodded trying his best to keep up straight as the alcohol from the car ride and the beers he had consumed were beginning to hit him

“well she won this cover over me. Some thing about brunettes over blondes, Kara by the way” she reached her hand out “and you are ?”

“Tim” he responded as he turned around and faced her, looking her up and down as he raised a brow at the less than favorable red number she had on “drink ?”

“Vodka soda” she smirked as she ordered “oh is this your friend ?”

“What ?” Tim asked confused as he turned and saw Oney with crossed arms standing behind him

“You’re drunk, come with me”

“He’s fine with me” Kara smiled sweetly “Don’t worry, your friend is perfect with me here”

“Tim….”

“I’m fine” Tim shrugged “You go and continue being stupid, I’m fine here with her”

Oney shook his head and sighed as he left him alone and went back as he sat down on a couch and watched

Maya pulled Marcel close to her as she turned around against him, moving to the beat of the music as she felt him move with her, putting his hands on her hips both swaying to the old Ice Cube song that played loudly in the club. They had gone to multiple clubs in the past and danced to way too many songs but this time something was different and they both felt it

Marcel felt the jolts in his body as he touched her hips and felt her backside press right against his groin area. Gulping to get rid of what felt like a ball stuck in his throat he made sure to keep his hands there as they moved

“You good ?” she asked not realizing what was even going on with him as she looked up

“All good, we can keep going” he nodded

He was positive his once black shirt was now soaking and see through with sweat as he tried his best to make sure he didn’t get hard as he squeezed her sides every so slightly. As he heard the song end and change to what he recalled was an old Lil Jon song, he groaned feeling her move quicker. Part of him felt like it was best to just leave to the car and handle what he needed to do but the other part said he needed to be composed for her. All that went out the window the second he looked down and saw her dress slowly ride up as she moved lower and lower

“I...I gotta go to the bathroom” he blurted out as he turned her around and saw her eyes, he knew better than anyone what that look meant

“We….we should go to the bathroom” she whispered as she laced his fingers with hers and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth gently

Marcel shuddered as he looked around and noticed everyone too busy to even notice them gone, he quickly took her hand and rushed to the nearest bathroom with her as he pushed her against the wall and crashed his lips onto hers, moving his hands up and down her hips as he moved down to kiss her neck feeling one of her hands on the back of his neck and the other immediately trying to undo his belt

“Not...not here” he whispered as he stopped her hands and held them in his as he kissed each of them “This...this is cheap, I don’t want it like this with you. You deserve more”

“My place” she kissed his lips again not wanting them away from hers any longer “You and me, my place. I want you, I need you Marcel” Marcel looked in her eyes trying to see any doubt , going with his gut as he nodded and walked with her, hitting a stall with his shoulder

“Busy” a female voice groaned “um really busy”

“Sorry” Marcel apologized quickly, cursing as Maya tripped against him causing him to fall against the unlocked door, widening his eyes at the view in front of him

“What’s going-” Maya stopped speaking immediately as she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she saw Tim entangled with a girl doing way more than kissing. She felt her legs turn into jelly as she watched him kiss and move her against him, at her party of all places.

Tim heard her voice and immediately opened his eyes as he pushed Kara off and fixed his pants and shirt “Maya ! No…..No listen I-I” he stuttered struggling to form a cohesive thought as he reached his hand towards her earning a hard punch across the nose and kick in the groin “Fuck that hurt !” he grimaced in pain not sure if he needed to grab his balls or nose

“Marcel, why is she crying ? what’s going on ?” Johnny asked concerned he watched Candice going after her “Did someone hurt her ? Tell me and I’ll knock them out !”

“That, that’s what’s going on” Marcel said coldly as they both looked at Tim and Kara exit the bathroom both disheveled with Tim’s more than obvious broken bleeding nose

“I told him to stop” Oney spoke up “He didn’t listen, brushed me off. The second he saw me talk to Johnny is when he left”

“It wasn’t your job to babysit” Johnny answered disappointed as he stared “Grown men can take care of themselves, or so we thought”

“You’re not getting a foot near her !” Oney exclaimed, fed up “How fucking dare you do this to her ? At her own fucking party ? Was this what you wanted all along ? To just come here and ruin her night ?”

Tim shook his head as he held his nose with his hand “I….I can’t….I can’t even talk, where is she ? I need to talk to her now” “You’re getting you and your little prost-.....friend the hell out of here NOW” Oney ordered

Tim snarled as he felt her touch his hand “get the fuck away from me”, scaring her enough as he watched her walk away quickly and hurried out the door. He looked at the guys and pleaded with his eyes as he watched them walk away from him

Marcel clenched his fists in anger as he calmed himself down for a second before walking quickly to the parking lot of the club searching around space by space as he found Candice consoling Maya on the pavement and rushed over

“Maya, Maya come on let’s get you home” he said softly as he kneeled in front of her and dabbed her face full of mascara tears with his sleeve. His own heart breaking as he saw how devastated she looked. Nothing mattered more to him than making sure he got her home and safe

“Listen to Marcel, he’s gonna take you home sweetie” Candice whispered as she helped her stand up as Johnny, Fabian and Oney joined them with sorry looks on their faces “It’s brisk” Fabian said softly as he took off his suit jacket and put it over Maya’s shoulders to cover her up “I’m gonna, I’m gonna take her home now, is that okay Maya ?” Marcel asked as he pet her head gently

Maya simply gave a small nod as her eyes stayed glued to the floor, her whole night and heart done for.

#timothy thatcher #timothy thatcher fic #timothy thatcher x oc #timothy thatcher imagine #marcel barthel #marcel barthel fic #marcel barthel imagine #fabian aichner #candice lerae #johnny gargano #oney lorcan #NXT

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megumis-lashes · 4 years

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Love Bites

Vampire! Han Jisung x Reader Part 1

**Contains**: mentions of blood/blood drinking, parental abuse, bullying, fighting, slight swearing, emotional abuse, friends to lovers, werewolf Hyunjin, western high school standards, female reader

Flashback =

> Hello

Narrators POV

In today’s society, supernatural beings like vampires and werewolves are believed to be mythical creatures. Few people believe in their existence and have many false stereotypes surround these creatures’ existence. In reality they do exist. Supernaturals or whatever you like to call them, live a life hidden from society. They play the role of innocent humans is a world where they aren’t accepted.

Name’s POV

After a long, stressful week of school I was finally home to relax, or at least that’s what I wish I was doing right now. Throughout my whole life, I always had an immense amount of pressure put on me by my parents. They wanted a perfect daughter. Not perfect in the sense of a loving child, oh no they had their own definition for the word. To be a perfect child by their standards was practically impossible. I would need to have prefect grades, perfect manners, a perfect record, but despite having all those things I was still a disappointment. I wasn’t ever allowed to have friends, they would simply distract me from school. Defying this logic I was required to participate in at least one sport for college credit. I chose volleyball on a whim. I was practically exhausted every day. I had school each day, followed by practice and then hours of homework. Despite the amount of stress I am constantly facing, my parents only ever cared about results, positive results that is.

You see I’m currently in a very dangerous situation. This week I had been so overwhelmed by homework that I fell asleep before I finished studying for an exam. It was understandable. I hadn’t gotten proper sleep in days and staying up till 3am every night doing homework was clearly taking a toll on my health. My parents could care less though. I had scored a 73 on the exam which was just barely passing in my school’s standards. My parents were furious, and I was scared of their reaction to say the least. I had an idea of what was coming.

I got kicked out?

“No fucking way.” I breathed out as I stood with my hands full in front of my house. This is probably the last thing I would’ve expected but they sure did it. Typically their punishments weren’t this bad. They would just yell at me for a while, threaten to take things from me, maybe hit me if they were really mad, and then tell me how much of a disappoint I was. This wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to so I barely had a reaction to it anymore. This lack of reaction seemed to trigger something new in them. If I wasn’t affected by their typical punishments they would have to step up. So they kicked their barely 17 year old daughter out of their house on a bone-chilling Friday in October.

It was nearing 6:00 PM and I had no idea what to do. They had given me barely five minutes to grab whatever items I would need to survive for however long I would be homeless. I had managed to scrap together the bare necessities. I was still dressed in my school uniform but luckily brought a change of clothes. The first thing I did was change. I couldn’t be a bad representation of my school could I? I didn’t have much. I had just enough time to stuff my school bag with clothes, my wallet, laptop, phone, chargers and snacks but I was still frozen to the bone.

My first thought was to check into a small hotel, but I quickly dismissed the idea when I saw the price. I walked around the city area, contemplating who I could ask to stay with but oh, I don’t have any friends. After wandering around for a while I had subconsciously returned home. Maybe they would let me in? Nope. All the doors and windows were locked and a small note was taped to the door.

‘Left on vacation. Be back soon. Name, if you break in we’ll disown you.’ I sighed. Of course they left. I’m even more desperate for somewhere to stay now.

As time passed and I continued to walk around, the night grew darker and darker. I had walked in what seemed like circles for hours and I was even more exhausted than usual. As I was walking in the city, I heard soft growls behind me. Now that I thought about it there were barely any people here. As I glanced back behind me, my blood ran cold. What is that thing?

From the shadows I could barely make out what I assumed to be its face. Despite this a few startling details stood out to me the most. It had beady red eyes that seemingly glowed under the moonlight. It looked to be an animal, having a pure black fur coat that seemingly stood up on edge. The last thing I saw were its insanely sharp teeth that dripped with saliva as it growled. Despite this sudden shock, it didn’t take long for me to realize I was in danger and book it in the opposite direction. I heard louder growls behind me and I could almost feel its hot breath on my legs. It was right at my heels biting at my ankles in hopes to slow me down. With my low energy I knew I wouldn’t last long at this speed. I had to do something to help me escape. Out of pure adrenaline rush, I made a quick turn and with a sharp motion I slammed my bag across its face. As it whimpered in pain I quickly tore open my pack and grabbed out the heaviest school book I had and threw it as hard as I possibly could at its face. This seemed to shock the animal at it rolled over on the ground in pain. I took this as an opportunity to escape and bolted away as fast as I could.

I had been running for what seemed like forever and finally, my body gave out. Once I figured I was far enough away from it I stopped pushing myself and collapsed on my knees in a fit of coughs and strangled breathing. I escaped at least. My only price to pay was the harsh burning sensation that was bubbling up in my lungs and some slight scratches. I was alive at least. The only downside to my escape is that I had No. Idea. Where. I. Was. As I ran, my surroundings seemed to have blended together. The city streets were long forgotten and I was surrounded by lush forest. A forest I had never seen in my life.

Despite my current distress, I knew I still had to find somewhere to sleep. It was pitch black out now. I assumed it was nearing midnight but I wasn’t sure as my phone had died a couple hours before. I was as lost as lost could be and instead of wandering around aimlessly for the rest of the night, I figured I’d just sleep near a sheltered tree. I sure as hell needed plenty of sleep. I laid there on the cold, wet ground for what I could only assume was a couple hours. I was still terrified. I was extremely shaken by my experience from earlier. I was also freezing. The little warmth my clothes had given me was quickly lost due to the freezing water that had seeped into them upon contact with the ground. At some point I must’ve passed out as that is the remainder of the memories I have from that night.

“Hello? Hello? Excuse me miss are you alright? Are you alive? Wow Jisung that’s a smart questions to ask.” I heard distant talking from what seemed to be above me.

I rubbed my eyes in confusion, slowly blinking them open. As my vision cleared I saw a boy. The boy had slightly grown out dirty blonde hair, golden eyes, a relatively short stature and was dressed in sweats. The most shocking detail of all was how familiar he looked, almost too familiar.

The boy blinked in surprise. “Oh! I see you’ve awoken... finally.” He slightly mumbled. “Sorry to wake you its just I don’t see people casually sleeping in the forest everyday you know.” He shuffled and rubbed his neck as he spoke.

I clambered around and began to sit upright as I continued to stare at him. I definitely knew him from somewhere. He seemed to somewhat recognize me as well.

“Ah that sweater! You must be from Maple High as well then, that’s why you seem so familiar!” He explained “Wait what’s your name... ah wait don’t tell me I know it...... is it Name by any chance?” He questioned. Now I knew exactly who he was.

“You’re correct. And you’re Han Jisung right? We’ve been in chemistry, music, and language arts classes together for the past two years. Now I’m embarrassed I didn’t recognize you sooner.” I mumbled out of embarrassment.

“No no its fine! Plus it took me a while to remember your name.” He chided as he rubbed his neck once again. “Do you mind letting me know why you’re stranded out here in the forest? If you’re camping or something then that’s understandable but this area is known for being very unsafe, plus you look dangerously unprepared.” He questioned.

“Ah about that... you see I got lost last night. I was in the city and some animal chased me and I wound up here somehow.” I awkwardly chuckled. I mean I wasn’t being completely honest but only certain people would fully understand my situation.

“You wouldn’t happen to know the way out of this hell hole would you?” I pleaded.

“Now I see what happened!” He chuckled as he seemingly put the pieces together. “I can show you the way out! This forest is practically my second home haha.” he laughed

Jisung had helped me grabbed my things and started to lead me out of the forest.

“Hey Jisung?”

“Yeah?”

“How come you know this forest so well? And how did you even find me? I mean its a pretty random location?” I questioned.

“Oh, I come here to hunt.” He blurted out.

“Hunt? Like animals? Isn’t that like really outdated?” I questioned.

“Oh..uh..yeah I hunt like deer...and stuff. I guess my family is just kinda outdated. Hunting is a... hobby of mine I guess....” He trailed off. I found his answer rather odd... I mean he seemed nervous? No unsure? Whatever it was probably nothing.

As he led me out of the forest I managed to slip up and mention that I had to figure out a place to stay. Out of what I could only assume was a mixture of kindness and pity, he offered to let me stay at his house. At first I immediately declined. It was such a huge offer to just give to someone you barely know. Plus I would feel guilty as I had little to offer him in thanks. Eventually he persuaded me to stay with him. My payment could be in the form of chores as he was home alone, his parents away on business. He lent me clothes and let me stay in one of his many guest rooms. I took a shower and once again took a nap.

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angelbabyszn · 4 years

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Heey! Can u make an imagine that Oscar fell in love with a black Brazilian girl in hospital where she's a doctor?? Thank u!! Love u posts!! 💕

Die For You (Oscar X Reader)

Gif by @merakiaes

Requested!

OMB Masterlist / Tag List

B/F/N - Best Friend L/N - Last Name

"Y/N, you won't believe who just got checked in!" B/F/N said with amazement while having their right hand out and their thumb pointing behind them as they walked into the break room.

"B/F/N, I already saw the poor teenage girl. I can't believe she hurt herself from doing the WAP challenge." you said with conviction and pop a fry with ketchup in your mouth.

"Okay, that's not my fault alright? She's should've stretched before." B/F/N sounding brittle with their arms crossed.

"B/F/N!"

"What? I'm just saying." B/F/N said and her mouth becomes tight-lipped.

"How did you got hired at this hospital?" you questioned as you shake your head in disappointment of your best friend.

"Cause you needed a nurse and I have a masters degree in nursing. Not so hard, Y/N." B/F/N said in a courteous manner.

B/F/N flipped their hair, making you rolled your eyes.

"Anyways, come on! You need to see this!" shouted B/F/N enthusiastically while jumping up and down a bit.

"This must be big news since you're jumping in place." you said calmly and take a drink of your bottle of water.

"Y/N, if you don't get your a*s out of that seat-"

"Okay, I'm coming! Geez." you informed as you quickly clean up your spot from lunch while eating a few more fries in the process.

"Hurry up!" B/F/N said urgently before walking out of the room with a beam on their face.

"I don't get paid enough to do this." you said dryly while walking out of the room with your phone and your half-drunken water.

"In here!" B/F/N said with excitement as they looked at you walking down to them while waiting next to a open room.

"What do you want to show me? This better be worth it because I basically threw away the rest of my lunch from Dwayne's BBQ Joint AND stop my break for you." you abruptly with your arms crossed.

"Well, I'm sorry, okay?" B/F/N apologetically and you roll your eyes. "This is worth it, because you won't believe who's here. After all these years."

"Okay, sure. I'll go with your "little game"" you said doubtfully as you use your fingers to quote.

B/F/N step away from the door and you entered the room with a sudden familiar presence in the room.

You look at the male on the patient's bed shirtless with blood flowing down their chest and abs. It looks like a gunshot.

You look at the males face and you gasped at the sight. It was Oscar Diaz. Bleeding heavily down his face and his eyes fluttering, about to close.

"B/F/N! Why you didn't tell me this earlier! Get Tiana and Ross now!" you reported loudly, making B/F/N jumped in fear and running down the hallway fast.

You quickly put your phone and water on the counter and rush over to him. You rolled up your sleeves and start to put pressure on his chest where he was bleeding.

"Diaz, I got you. I got you." you said with raised eyebrows while putting on the oxygen's mask on his face on with your right hand.

You turn the oxygen's tank on and you turn back to see Oscar breathing heavily through the mask.

"Shhh, take slow deep breaths." you said while looking into his eyes with wide eyes.

You heard Oscar saying something but you couldn't hear it over the mask.

"Don't speak. I got you now." you confronted while starting to caress his left cheek with your right hand and staring at him.

Oscar slowly lifted his left hand and put his hand overs yours. You gasped by the interaction and you look at your hand.

You quietly looked at your bloody hand over his rough, weak, and bruised hand. You felt your heart skip a beat while looking into this eyes again.

"Y/N..." Oscar said quietly through the oxygen mask while looking at you. He felt his body getting weaker, causing him to shut his eyes.

"Make sure he takes two pills a day so he can heal faster."

Oscar slowly opens his eyes but squints quickly due to the bright light above him.

He looks into the distance to see you talking to his brother, Cesar a few feet from him. He fixed his gaze at you in amazement and take notes of your appearance.

You felt a presence moved, causing you to turn your head and see Oscar's gaze at you.

"Well, looks who's awake." you amused with a small smile, causing Cesar to look at his brother.

"Spooky!" Cesar said with a smile on his face. He walks over and gave his brother a small hug, not wanting to hurt him.

"Spooky?"

"Yeah, that's my nickname. You should call me that, Ms. L/N." Oscar confirmed while sitting up on the bed and having his chest out.

"I am not calling you Spooky."

"You just did." Oscar said with a grin on his face and making eye contact with you.

You gasped softly as Oscar chuckle softly while wiggling his eyebrows. You couldn't believe this.

His behavior was on flirt mode now and you secretly enjoy it?

"No. Cross that out. Right now, Y/N. No. Focus on your job." You thought as you Oscar winks at you.

You sigh loudly and put your left hand on your hip as you walk over to the clipboard with Oscar's health information. You grabbed it, flip a few pages, and write new notes on the page you need to write it at.

"The hermosa Y/N, when do I get out of here?" Oscar grinned as he gives his undivided attention on you without blinking.

"Soon. You can either stay here a few days or go back home and rest. If you decide to go home today, you have to stay home and one of our doctors would need to check up on you three days after. Also, call me Doctor L/N." you said calmly and took a glance at Oscar before looking down at the clipboard again.

"Does that mean I get to see you everyday now? We've haven't talked since high school." Oscar said with a beaming smile.

"Wait, you two used to go to Freeridge High?" asked a surprised Cesar with furrowed brows.

"Oh course, Lil Spooky. I was the popular, confident, flirty, handsome-"

"Okay, we get it." you interrupting his long description of himself with your arms crossed and rolling your eyes.

You heard about the exact same description every high school year, and that was enough you can handle.

"I was basically a popular loner who was always in their own world and minding business. Basically just went to school everyday to graduate. I graduate as one of the only Valedictorians in Freeridge High." you addressed to Cesar with a proud smile on your face.

"Nerd!" Oscar fake coughed, causing you to whip your head towards him with clench fists and an angry face.

"Why you!"

"Y/N! Calm down!" shouted B/F/N, while holding you back by wrapping their arms around your torso.

"Hermano, do you want some foo-"

Jamal walked into the room and he froze and stare with shocked eyes by what's going on. He quickly went over to Cesar.

"Awe, you look so cute mad. My little doctor." Oscar said while resting his hands behind his head and winking at you.

You raged even more, cussing you to jump to get closer to Oscar but you was pulled back again by B/F/N but with even more strength than before?

"Y/N!" B/F/N barked, causing you to quickly calmed down. You know you don't want to make B/F/N angry.

"I'm sorry! But he! He!..." you accused while pointing your left finger at a smirking Oscar and breathing heavily.

"Not worth it. Now, calm down." B/F/N comforted while rubbing your back. You replace your anger with calmness after a few deep breaths, causing you to be normal again.

"Boys, I apologize for my outrage. That was not part of my job description. Here." you said while maintaining eye contract to the shocked boys to show your honestly. You pull out fourth dollars and gave it to Cesar. "Go back some lunch at our awesome lunch cafeteria downstairs with your friends."

"Thank you, Doctor L/N." Cesar accepted and Jamal and him quickly walked out of the room.

You waved to them as they left. They waved back to you as you turn to your best friend again but you saw a males body that was towering over them.

"Who are you?" you asked looking up at the male with curiosity.

B/F/N turned around immediately croaked. It was their ex, Sad Eyes. Oh no.

"Sad Eyes?" B/F/N stutterers while trying to gaze at his eyes.

"Hi B/F/N." Sad Eyes mourned as he looks at his favorite girl in the world that he lost a long time ago.

"What are you doing here?" B/F/N questioned with cautioned.

"Spooky." Sad Eyes answered and he looks down at their outfit and they saw B/F/N's badge.

"You work here? I thought you left Freeridge." Sad Eyes supposed, remembering graduation, the day of their break up.

"I-I..." B/F/N started but trailed off into their mind. B/F/N chocked and they quickly ran out of the room.

"B/F/N! Wait! Let's talk!" Sad Eyes requested loudly while running after them.

"Wow. Wasn't that eventful? Anyways, let's actually check on you since you're awake." you confirmed while walking over to Oscar and setting up the warm up.

You did the regular check up routine and surprisingly, Oscar wasn't complaining or doing his regular flirt session.

He just did stares. A lot. And weird smiles that made his eyes crinkle. Weird...

"You're good. Looks like your little brother left these on his way. Take two a day, to release some pain from that gunshot. Which reminds, you wanna tell me how you got it?" you wondered while writing down your last observations and new information on Oscar's health records on the clipboard.

"Y/N, you know why." Oscar remarked in a dry tone.

"I know, you still don't deserve to be in this life. You could've been what you wanted, which was-"

"It's doesn't matter now. None of it matters. I would never be what I wanted when I was younger. Nobody don't want a man who have a bad history with the law. I was born into this life and I'm going to die in it. I can't change fate." Oscar with a sense of guilt and sadness to his voice.

You felt your heart breaking into pieces. What he was saying was true and you wish you could do something about to.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck softly, making Oscar tense for a few moments.

He hesitated for a few moments until later, he hugged you tightly, making you croaked. You didn't expect for him to hug you back.

Oscar softly wept by tears flowing down his face. He needed this hug. It was so hard for him to do this life everyday. Without no help.

A few days later, Oscar slowly wake up in the morning at home. He was waken up by pancakes?

Oscar's eyes quickly widened because he knows he was Cesar trying to cook again. He will not burn down the house today.

Oscar quickly throw his legs over, put a shirt he left on the bed last night on, and got off until he fell straight to the floor.

Oscar moaned in pain while holding his gunshot bandage around his torso. He completely forgot that he got shot.

"S*it!" Oscar shouted in pain as he clench himself into a ball while holding the bandage against his body.

He heard footsteps in his bedroom until they stopped. He looks ahead to see woman's sized shoes?

He looks up and he felt his heart jumping with desire. It was you, in your work outfit, looking as good like yesterday.

"Good morning." you beamed with a smile as you look down at him. "You need help?"

"Yes, please." Oscar begged, making you giggle as you got him up slowly.

"How you feeling? You okay?" you asked in a calming tone as you wrote and send emails on your laptop on the dining table. Oscar was eating the pancakes you made next to you.

"I am now." Oscar said in a voice full of affection. You turn your head and saw him with a big grin on his face while making eye contact.

You raised your eyebrow in confusion and turn your attention back to the computer.

"I see your flirtatious behavior haven't changed." you said and you did a exasperated sigh by the true fact.

"Nah, it increased. To the maximum. But just being with you. L/N, were you always this...hot?" Oscar wondered, making you quickly looked at him with wide eyes as he was taking a look at your whole appearance again like yesterday but in more detail.

"I've should've stayed in Brentwood. I forgot how Freeridge men can be so...aggressive." you said while glaring at Oscar sickly before closing your laptop and start putting it in your cover bag.

"I see those pills are working already. Make sure you're taking them everyday, okay? It's important to heal, especially from a gunshot." you consoled to Oscar as you gather your things on the coffee table in the living room.

"L/N, don't leave. See? I still need you! My gunshot bandage is starting to fall off." Oscar warned as he starts to get off slowly from the dining table. He was still pretty weak.

"Haha, very funny. You don't need me any-"

You turn around and you saw his bandage coming off oddly quickly. You grunted and then you pull out your bandage kit again.

"Shirt off." you demanded as you walked over to him with the bandage tape.

"Ooo, I like that. Say something else." Oscar pleaded as he tilts his head back, eyes closed, and sucking his lips after he took off his shirt.

"Ow!" shouted Oscar with his mouth open and raised eyebrows.

He heard a constant giggle and he turn his attention to you causing it. You just hit his gunshot bandage because what he said.

"You like that, don't you? You enjoy that?"

"Yeah, yeah. I did. But seriously, arms up." you demanded again with a serious face as you pull your sleeves of your doctor coat up.

Oscar immediately puts his arms up in the air and you start working.

"Finished!" you declared as you did a little jump at your finished work on wrapping bandage on Oscar's torso.

All of the sudden, you felt your bubble of personal space being entered by somebody else.

You slowly look up and you saw Oscar gazing at you again. His right arm was wrapped around your waist, causing you to tense up at bit.

"What are you doing? Are you okay? I think I'm hurting you." you asked in a small panicky voice as you tried to pull back out he pulls you back in close.

"I'm amazing." Oscar responded as he looks at you in desire. He took a piece of hair that was on the side of your face behind your ear very softly.

You felt your body getting closer to him by the energy happening between you two before you heard a loud sound outside the house.

A gunshot.

Oscar slowly unwrapped his arm around you and look at the front door waiting if there's was going to be more. Another gunshot went off and voices was quickly screaming and shouting.

"S*it!" shouted Oscar while slamming hit right fist on the dining table.

Oscar quickly pull out the gun behind his long shorts and click it on. You freeze and stare with wide eyes at the sight of Oscar.

You saw rage all over him. It was even more scarier now than he was doing fights in high school.

He have throbbing veins in his neck, a jutting chin, and clench fists. It was almost like you don't recognize him.

Oscar starts walking aggressively to the front door. You have to stop him. He just got shot!

"Oscar! Stop! You just got shot! Do you remember that?!" you barked at him.

Oscar ignored you and walked out of the front door. You quickly ran after him but quickly stopped at the pouch.

You put your right hand over your mouth because you was seeing the Prophet$ in front of your eyes for the first time. They look furious.

You quickly bend down behind the porch but peeked a bit to see what's going on. You see the Santos who's on the front lawn daily in a wide stance with clench fists.

Oscar was in front with the gun in his right hand standing in front of the Prophet$ that was in front of his property.

Latrelle stepped up in front of Cesar and Oscar.

"Tax time b*tches!" shouted Latrelle in a tune."

"I don't think so. So, how about get off our block or I'll blast on your a*s!" Cesar snapped back, causing Latrelle being fake shocked.

"Ooo, look everybody. Lil Spooky wants to be tough." Latrelle publicized and his whole gang start to laugh at Cesar trying to act tough.

"That's enough!"

Both gangs looked to the sudden female's outburst. Oscar's heart dropped when he saw you coming up. He don't like this already.

"Y/N! What are you doing?! Go back inside the house!" yelled Oscar. He don't want nothing happening to you.

"Ooo, Spooky got a girlfriend? Or that's your f*ck girl for the week? Looks like she's into foreplay." said Latrelle, causing his group to laugh again.

You felt rage entering your soul again. You couldn't believe a fifteen year old kid just said that about you.

You jumped at Latrelle but you couldn't reached him because Oso grabbed you by the waist.

"Let me go!" you yelled angrily. You felt heat coming out of your ears and nose.

Oso looks at Oscar for approval, and he nodded. Oso let go of your waist and you got back on your feet.

"Nevermind about you. I was about to kidnapped you and use you for my pleasure but what I just saw, you're just a another b*tch like every other Spooky's ladies." Latrelle advised as he walks over to you.

You started to tense up and starts to back up. None of the other Santos, Cesar, or Oscar couldn't helped you because they was either knocked out, shot, or grabbed by Prophet$ without them knowing.

"Y/N!" Oscar yelled out as he tries to get out of two strong Prophet$ arms.

"Oscar, I'm doing you a favor. Jay. You know what to do." said Latrelle as he backed up from you and a tall guy came over with a gun.

You was about to run away until you was grabbed and captured by two Prophet$ girls.

"Stop! Please!" you fumed out as tears was coming down your closed eyes. You couldn't believe that was happening to you. Was this the end?

You heard a gunshot and the sound wave off into the distance. You slowly opened your eyes and look around your body. You wasn't shot.

You looked ahead and felt your heart dropped to the ground into a million pieces.

You quickly knocked out the two Prophet$ girls easily before running over to what you saw. It was Oscar. He got shot again...for you.

You start to tremble as tears was rushing down your eyes quickly. You quickly put pressure on the new gunshot in his chest.

"Oscar!" you son and you bowed down into his shoulder.

You heard multiple movements in the background. You didn't care what was happening. You have to save him, that's all you can think of.

Oscar slowly open his eyes again until squints quickly by the bright light.

"What's with all these bright lights? S*it." Oscar groaned as he tries to move.

He looks around and he notice he was at the hospital again. He heard footsteps and looks into the distance to see a very familiar woman in their clean doctor suit.

"Y/N?" Oscar questioned softly but rough, causing you to look up from the clipboard.

"Oscar!" you beamed with happiness as you dropped the clipboard and pen onto the floor. You quickly rush over to him and did a passionate hug which he returns back.

You backed up and look at the man who saved your life. The man you never thought you was into til now.

"Why you do it?" you asked as you look at him with curious eyes. You need to know why.

It was so hard trying to save him again but gladly, you was able to get to bullet out of him with B/F/N nurse group without breaking down from him taking the shot for you.

"Why you asked?" Oscar questioned as he looks at the woman who he should've been with a long time ago.

You nodded and your softly wrapped your hands around his right bicep and feel it in anticipation.

"Cause I love you." answered Oscar, causing you to look at him frozen and staring into his eyes like is he serious.

"I love you Y/N L/N. Ever since high school. Ever since I saw your face again after all these years. You're the one. The woman who was in front of me this whole time and I didn't realized it til now. I would die for you. Literally. And I'll do it a thousands times more just to be with you." Oscar confesses as he looks at you with dilated pupils.

"I...I don't know what to say. You didn't have to." you stutter as you start to play with your hair to calm your anxiety.

Oscar grabs your right hand, causing you to stop playing with your hair. He pulls it up to his mouth and kiss it.

"I don't mind. I love you."

"I love you too." you said as you look at him with desire. Oscar beamed in happiness, causing him to grab your neck on the side with his left hand and pull you to his lips.

You was shocked at you but you immediately kiss him back passionately. The kiss grew more and more as feelings was passed to each other.

After the kiss, you went over to Oscar's left side and slide to lay next to him.

You and Oscar got comfortable in the little one person's patient bed. You placed your left hand on the first gunshot bandage to not hurt him as much.

"Feels like your first gunshot is halfway through healing." you said in a calming voice.

"It's feeling completely better with you." Oscar responded, making you smile.

You closed your eyes and wrap your arm around his torso as Oscar kiss you on the forehead with his eyes closed.

"Y/N? I'm going out!" shouted B/F/N as they entered the room. They freeze and awe at you and Oscar sleeping together on the patient bed.

"B/F/N, you coming?" Sad Eyes requested as he enters the room where B/F/N was. He stop and looks at you two sleep falling asleep from cuddling.

"I knew he have a crush on her back in high school." Sad Eyes states with a smile as he looks at his bro happy sleeping with his dream girl.

"We all knew. Let's go, baby." B/F/N said happily as they turn off the small lamp in the room.

B/F/N and Sad Eyes walked out of the room and left the hospital as you and Oscar continue sleeping together in each other arms for the rest of the night.

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coffeebeannate · 4 years

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Possibly Nonsensical ToG Representation: Personal Perspective

Nate nobody wants to read six thousand paragraphs of your inane ramblings okay?

Well maybe that IS the case, maybe SO but maybe I’m going to ramble anyway. And maybe I’ll never ever undraft this post because well who knows.

I ended up not drafting it, I just posted. Because why not. Pls don’t regret this, future me.

BUT.

I will say that, one thing that The Old Guard did that really stuck out to me, and has only continued to do so since reading others posts about it was, ironically, send my dysphoria sky-fucking-high.

(Not in a wholly bad way, that is!)

(For the record, I’m 29, and an AFAB pre-T trans guy, pre-T in like pre ANYTHING, I’m barely out publicly to anyone that isn’t a personal or really close friend, or like, my therapist, anywho)

In most cases, my dysphoria is on a very low simmer, there, but something I try to ignore because of circumstances, etc. It’s always a bother, sure, but well, I live, I guess.

So, I’m a Marvel fan, and in most cases..people I see on TV have been, well, lets be real-Chris Evans. Standard Hollywood types. I do have other examples of less ‘classically’ attractive actors on my list of things I like to watch, and absorb, and I’m a basic person who has basic ass thoughts sometimes. Those people are hot, those people appeal to the most innate feelings of people who feel things from attractive looking people.

But in my head, it’s ALWAYS been through the lens of ‘This is nice to look at. Utterly unrealistic, but nice.”

(I actually only recently learned about using dehydration to get those looks, and it further cements Hollywood shadiness, but anyway)

So for me, AMAB and men on TV have never really done much to my dysphoria. It’s not a look I’d ever have..so it never set off those bells in my head. I dislike having an AFAB body, sure, but it’s not like looking at the equivalent of a modified human art project on TV really did anything to it.

And then..the Old Guard

Fuck this is long, more under the cut.

So I want to point out that I LIKE action movies. I like things that blow up and gun fights on TV. I get a kick out of the dramatics and I’ve been in the Bond fandom since Craig Bond became a thing. I have some familiarity with the genre in general, on a low scale. And again, the Marvel fandom ofc. I also like comic books, and have for years.

None of these things are new to me.

But what is new, I think, is seeing it done differently.

I’ve noticed a HUGE difference in reviews of the Old Guard. On sites like IMDB.com. YouTube, etc, it’s..not getting the best reviews. And I know now why that is-it wasn’t MADE for the audience action movies are usually made for. And if you compare the comic for the Old Guard to the movie, it’s VERY obvious where Gina Prince-Bythewood made changes with Greg Rucka (And possibly Leandro Fernandez) to give it a better appeal over all. (Especially with giving the characters more layers, even in two hours, and making the story have more of a family and emotional value, which is a great choice and I wholly applaud her and her team. The team feels so much more lived-in in the film than in the comics, though I’ve not read through Vol 2 yet)

Compared to Tumblr, where people are raving about the movie *myself included*, and people who NEVER see themselves in a movie, let alone in a movie done WELL are flipping over themselves over it. And I am in that group entirely.

It has been an absolute delight to see people raving about this. Maybe it’s not perfect, but it’s so incredibly important to people who don’t ever get any GOOD representation that isn’t terribly forced, overdone, stereotyped, etc.

Is Old Guard perfect? No, is it really nice to see yourself in a movie outside of your ‘assigned genre’ (alternative films, etc)

Have I watched it six goddamned times since it came out? Yes, I have. I’m down this rabbit hole, I am living here.

Which brings me back to the original point I was making before this spawned into something entirely different.

“How did that make you dysphoric, then, Nate?”

Because, to be perfectly blunt, I want to link this post here, by @lindstrom2020 which hammered home why, and that point is that, there is virtually 0 sexualization of the characters. There is nothing gratuitous about bodies on screen here, nothing. And we never.ever.see.that.

And no, I’m not going to pretend like I don’t eyeball people on screen. I’m not devoid of sexuality, I am entirely pansexual. But that’s not what I’m trying to say here. I think that, well..seeing bodies that are still entirely masculine, and yet not..what’s the word I want..’done up’? Made all the difference in the world. For the first time, I saw, on TV, an average body, presented in a way that makes it look good, strong and almost achievable. Almost completely NORMAL in that way.

And no, none of the actors in the movie are unattractive. Not even a little bit. They’re still really goddamned pretty. But it was JARRING to see them as pretty but fairly average appearing.

And my brain..synapsed.

As a trans dude, I’m going to straight up say it’s VERY hard to envision what your post-transition body might appear as. It will never be entirely cis-looking (if you will) the way a body that’s biologically created will be, if you will. So you’re stuck working with so much imagination, so much of it relies on looking at post-transition bodies, those done after surgery and YEARS of hormones and even then not knowing.

And for me, well I’m tall, bulky and overweight. I’m also curved, and have a massive back, broad shoulders and long tree trunk like legs. (None of this is said to be a put down on my end, btw, I’m not fishing for compliments, this is the best way I can describe it)

(None of the characters are overweight, so obviously there’s still something there too that’s left to my own imagination, but I digress)

But! There is still something REALLY fucking validating about seeing men on screen who are still attractive without dehydrated abs and veined out skin because the flesh is crying out for sustenance.

I dunno..for me, it was just..strange to see. And there’s also something really really fucking NICE about queer people in the action genre that haven’t been shoved to the back of the movie, appear for five seconds and leave so the movie can scratch of ‘representation’ on it’s proverbial audience appealing points card.

And I’m sure if I watched more movies on my watch list, and stuff that’s been recommended to me I will find more! I know they’re out there, but for the Old Guard, it’s a genre I’d actually watch, something that APPEALED to me and was easy to get into because with my ADHD-Autism, it’s hard to get invested at times. So 2 hours was a good starting point.

Especially if I had to take breaks *but I didn’t need to, it was engaging enough for my wandering head*.

Wow this is messy, I stg I meant for this to be cleaner, but, anyway.

The overall thing is that the Old Guard makes me feel things I really do not usually feel watching movies. Sure it’s still a fantasy, sure it’s still got flaws, but wow if it isn’t just..really goddamned nice to connect to something outside of the box.

It’s not perfect, nothing is.

But Old Guard has done various forms of representation RIGHT, it has done extremely valid and important things. And since I’m old enough to remember the NONSENSE when Brokeback Mountain came out and it was called ‘career ending’ for it’s actors..to see this is just..

It’s nice.

And I KNOW that this movie and series is always going to hold a special place in my heart as a result.

A lot of others have made excellent representation posts, and I wasn’t going to publish my jumbled up nonsense thoughts, but feck it.

It’s not coherent really-my thoughts never are, and it’s long and rambling, but hell, so is my brain.

#the old guard #wow this is a messy ass long ass post #half of it probably doesn't even make sense #and i want to point out that this is only one form of rep #and the one that's got a really bonkers personal appeal #i have seen so many EXCELLENT rep posts already #but this is one of my view points #anyway here it be #nate rambles and rambles

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years

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Work out work up

For some reason there are no gifs coming up when I look for him so that is sad. But this is the Nick Robertson request that has taken me eight years to complete because I am the worst, so sorry if this is something sucky but hey we all go through periods of not great OOPs

Also, a little warning that this is about quarantine

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You two had been staying inside at his apartment for how long? Too many days to count, at this point. But whatever, a little staying inside with the boy you loved was worth it if it meant not getting others sick. What it did mean, was that you were constantly around each other with no way out. The number of times you tripped over his workout equipment while walking from the living room to the bedroom was getting to be a little absurd.

In order to cope with having to stay inside, you and your friends were taking turns posting on your stories what it was that you were doing. So far you had seen five loaves of banana bread, eight tv-series binges, and every single friend with take-out and the caption ‘phone eats first.’

“And here we have Nick doing his workouts. Wow. Look at that view,” you say, heading out into the living room, your phone in hand and recording. Nick was busy doing crunches or whatever the hell he did for his ab work out.

“Babe, what are you doing?” he asks, lifting just his neck to see you, smiling.

“My friends and I are posting stories about how we’re spending our time right now, and mine is all about you currently.”

“Oh, c’mon. I’m not that interesting.”

“Maybe not,” you say, getting closer to him, “But you’re nice to look at.”

“How about instead of you just posting eye candy,” he says, getting up and walking over to you, putting his hands on his waist. You recoil slightly because of how sweaty he already was, him laughing a little, “you do the workout with me and post that?”

“You’re joking right?” you say, raising one eyebrow, “You’re a professional athlete. How do you expect me to keep up with you?”

“I say we try.” He smiles at you, trying to pull you closer even though he knows you hate when you get sweat all over him. “C’mon!” he laughs, “Go change!” He pushes you towards the bedroom. You reluctantly go up to your room and change into the first workout-related clothing you could find; a pair of pink leggings, a black tank top, and your sneakers. You reluctantly go back out to the garage, where Nick is waiting for you, on his phone. “Maybe I should be the one posting about ‘the view,’ he says.

“Come here,” you tell him, pulling him in for a kiss, “You’re making dinner tonight because of this.” You take out your phone and start recording a new video, “Hi, everyone! So my friends and I are going to be doing videos about how we’re spending our time given the current situation, and today, Nick and I are going to be showing you his workout routine. I’m going to die, probably, because my workout is typically just running and stretching.”

“You’re dramatic,” he says, coming up behind you. “She’s just going to fail miserably,” he jokes

Your jaw drops, shocked that he would actually say that, “Hey!” you push him a little, both of you laughing again. “Ok, he’s not wrong,” you admit, “Wish me luck!”

You post the video, turning to him, “What’s first?”

“First will be push-ups, but in between, you’ll be lifting weights, like this,” he says, pushing down, getting back up, and then lifting his arm so his elbow is bent at 90 degrees with the weight in his hand, then repeating with the other arm, going back down and doing the whole thing again. “So I normally do about twenty reps, take a rest, and do twenty more.”

“Do I have to do the same amount of weight as you?” you ask, looking down at the ground.

“Can you lift the same amount of weight as me?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

You get weights you can actually lift, getting in position, and look up at him, “Ok, want to record me trying?” He gets your phone out, pointing it at you. “This is one of Nick’s workouts. Don’t judge me.” You do the pushup, no problem. The issue came when you had to lift the weights.

“Get your arm up higher, babe,” Nick says.

“That’s not happening,” you say, clearly struggling, your arm holding you up starting to shake. Your arm gives out, you falling flat on your chest on the group. You look up at Nick, who’s doing everything he can to not burst out laughing. “I hate you!” you yell, laughing, too. You get up, running over to him, trying to get your phone from him. He holds it high above your head, you jumping to try to reach it. Once you get it from him, you turn the camera to him. “You do it. Let’s give the people what they actually want.” He gets down and does the workout himself, doing it flawlessly, of course.

The rest of the day was spent with Nick showing you all his hard workouts, none of which you could do. You had more bruises from falling over trying to do them than you did from bumping into random things around the house.

“So that’s Nick’s workout, but next is going to be his attempt at making dinner,” you say posting the video as you drag him into the kitchen. Here’s the thing: Nick isn’t the best chef; he’s one of those people that uses every bowl, plate, utensil, and appliance in order to make a mediocre at best pasta dish.

You put your phone on the counter, turning to Nick as he stands there looking in the cabinets, probably to find a box of pasta. “Since you made me do your work out, what if I had you make one of my dishes?”

He turns to your horrified. Cooking is not his forte at all. The only time he ever makes food for himself is when you aren’t home for whatever reason. “Oh, come on. I thought you wanted to eat tonight.”

“I’ll watch and make sure you do everything right, like you did with the workout, but if I have to suffer, so do you,” you flash him a cheeky grin before going to get your laptop with all your recipes on it.

“But, I can only make pasta!” Nick whines, a box of linguine already in front of him, clutching it like a security blanket.

“The recipe I had in mind is literally from the ‘easy dinner’ tag on the Tasty app. You can do it.”

“What am I making?”

“Remember my pesto quinoa dish that I made a few weeks ago?”

“How the hell do I make that?” You turn the computer to him so that he can read and figure everything out on his own.

“So, Nick is trying to make one of the easiest things I make him for dinner, and as you can tell, it’s simply not going well for him,” you say, flipping the camera on him. He turns around; pesto is on his shirt, there are four cutting boards and knives on the counter next to him when he probably needed one, the zucchini is four seconds from burning. He’s trying, like you were, but at least you weren’t this much of a mess.

“Remember how I was talking about that view? Because it’s baaaack,” you sing, zooming in on Nick. He turns around, smiling, his face somehow a mess with the ingredients that were supposed to be in the pan.

“You’re annoying, ya know that?” you manage to get before stopping the video.

“Yes, but,” you go up behind him, wrapping your arms around him as he tries to keep cooking. You get on your toes so you can rest your chin on his shoulder, “you know you love me.”

“Like, maybe?” he jokes, “Of course, I do.”

#nick robertson #nick robertson imagines #Toronto Maple Leafs #Toronto maple leafs imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagine

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umccall71 · 4 years

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The Dinner Party

Characters: King Liam & Queen Sexy, Drake,Maxwell,Bertrand,and Hana

Rating:Mature, NSFW,profanity

Word Count:4314

Chapter Two

Disclaimer:All characters are property of Pixelberry. The use of these characters are for entertainment only and I am only borrowing them.

Summary:A simple dinner party among friends is always a welcome distraction until the friends become the distraction. Friends always share everything, hugs, support,love,honesty… Can friendship weather true honesty and the fallout from said ....honesty?

Warning: This series contains sexuality,profanity, a bit of adult content.This story is far from fluff,this is a walk amongst open relationships. Please be advised If you're reading this series you are acknowledging you are 18+

A/N : I know I have been horrible with posting. Life has been dealing me a tough hand lately with my health. I thank you for supporting me and my chaotic brain. I apologize for not being able to focus long enough to get o fictional characters from limbo. I hope you all enjoy 😉.

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Moments after the door closed the three of them sat silent in the guest room. Sexy had made her way to the comfy chair nestled in the corner, Hana stood at the foot velour bed, and king liam stood grounded by the door. He could not believe he was a few feet away from Lady Hana and across the room from his Queen...contemplating taking a lover...even for one night.Liam never would have thought in a million years that he would be entertaining the thought of having his hands on another, let alone sharing intimacy...sharing such an intense act that had only been experienced with his Queen.. With his Sexy.Liam closed his eyes, turned the bottle of scotch up to attempt to wash away the large lump taking up occupancy in his throat above his very pronounced adam’s apple.

Liam barely spoke above a deep penetrating whisper, “Sexy, this doesn't have to happen...I love you, i want you, there is nothing i am lacking to have me need another to fulfill my desires.”

Sexy chimed in, voice steady not giving away an inkling of her inner thoughts, “ Liam, I know you love me as I do you, but I also know that you would walk through fire to give what I want. Why is it so hard to believe that I want to do the same for you?”, she cocked her head to the side, never looking away from his penetrating blue eyes.

She flashed a watery eyed smile that didn't meet her eyes, “we never made any formal Cordonian arrangement, but I will accept this of you for tonight.”

Hana stood waiting for the decision if they would move forward, the queen was right there and could change her mind in a split second. Her cocoa brown eyes danced between the king and queen awaiting guidance.She turned to Sexy, “we … we don't have to do anything. We can all move forward as if this never happened.”

“Nonsense Hana, we all know that you want this to transpire. Your lips can lie, but not your eyes. You need to feel Liam… I watched you undressing my king from across the room all night. At least showing me the decency to not belittle my intelligence while trying to convince me that you're not pissing me.” Sexy’s last words took on a bit of bite as she spoke.”Now you wanted to fuck my king… proceed.”

Hana removed her heels and traipsed over to Liam looking at him with her come fuck me eyes. She ran her tongue across her ruby red lips before she watched his lips questioning, “May I ?”

Liam looked away before subtly nodding an approval.He again sipped from the scotch bottle processing a feeling of disbelief that this was happening to him. He looked at Sexy trying to read her expression, her thoughts, if she was truly okay with what was going down, It was if she could sense the hesitation in her king, “i'm fine Liam.”

Hana started to move down his chest with deliberate precision. She unbuttoned his shirt slowly allowing her red manicure to glide against his skin in the path toward his slacks.She moved to his shoulder where she pushed the linen fabric from his shoulders ,down his toned arms ,and it bellowed to the floor. He let out a breath from the sudden feel of cool air drifting across his golden skin.Hana began kissing a slow ,sensual path from the curve in his neck, the hollows of his collar, dipping between his pronounced pecs and traveled go suckle his nipple between her lips, tongue, and pinch within her ivory teeth. He felt the slightest pressure as she gripped her teeth on his erect flesh and she licked and flicked back and forth. The moisture from her lips caused a sensation to rise on his neck.Liam moaned and instantly felt subconscious about betraying his queen...even with her consent.

Hana's eyes traveled the length of his chiseled abs and upward, “yes?” she seeked acknowledgement to be acceptable to continue what she had fantasized about for quite some time.She criss crossed her arms as she slid her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor.

Liam’s eyes quickly surveyed her body and a bead of sweat collected on his brow… from the heat or the alcohol he was unsure. Liam looked to Sexy and mouthed, “I love you.”

Hana dropped of her knees and quickly undid the buckle, button , and zipper of Liam's trousers. Liam’s body betrayed him as his erection was pronounced under the fabric. He never imagined becoming aroused for any woman except his wife….Sexy.Hana started breathing increasingly hard from her anticipated connection with Liam. She made short work of removing his incredibly well endowed member from his boxer briefs. “Oh wow”, she thought she whispered but everyone in the room heard her reaction.

Sexy nodded in appreciation, “ that was my reaction to my husband too the first time I met his… big friend “ She tried to alleviate the tension in the room , the awkward feeling of watching her man being handled by another.

Hana locked her lips hungrily as she slid her petite mouth slowly down the head and shaft of Liam’s manhood.She moved down his massive length a little at a time as his head fell back and he clinched his eyes and ass cheeks from the sensation.Liam but his lower lip fighting back audibly gasping. Liam’s reaction did not escape being noticed by his queen, “does it feel good my king?” She smiled but it never fully reached her eyes. “It’s okay if you like it and it feels good to you”

It was as if Hana hearing her words gave approval to take on his dick in a way she only imagined. She slurped and suctioned his length and then his balls in her eagerly waiting mouth. Liam felt the head of his length hit the back of her throat, but she still did not gag or relent from his size. Hana smiled as she continued working his dick with her hands and mouth She appreciated his perfectly erect libido jumping within her cheeks.Hana kept her gaze trained on Liam while his gaze watched his Sexy. She rubbed slowly circled on her growing baby bump watching Liam’s face and body contorted to hide the pleasure. He groaned her name, “Sexy… god I love you.” This was unexpected since it was Hana that was creating the fire in his body in that moment.

Hana sped up as her head bobbed up and down his shaft fierce trying to make him come undone to her skill. Liam pulled back flinching from the beginning sensation of releasing , “no Hana, that won’t be necessary.” She watched him attentively trying to deduce his sudden shift.

“Are you sure my king? I only want to please you.”She rose from her knees trying to make her way to his lips when she was stopped in her tracked by Liam grabbing her face. “This is not that type of party Hana, this is not that type of…” , he trailed off.

Liam’s hand moved down on breaching her soft underwear feeling Hana’s slick folds. The muscles in her belly tense at the sudden feel of his fingers. He asked, “is this okay?” She swallowed thickly fighting the urge to yell out from his touch. She could not hold back the moan as she felt him insert a single finger in between her folds as his thumb rubbed circles on her clit.

“Oh Liam”, she screamed as her nerves in her clit were ignited from the sensation. Hana had never felt anything like it … from another person. She had touched herself in the past, but never the feeling of someone’s pleasure . She was trained in the art of seduction, but she never acted upon it. She was thrilled Liam would make her body come alive for the first time… this was unbeknownst to him or anyone.

The sounds that escaped her called the others in the dining room to the door. All three men were inebriated and intrigued. It had been a long time since Drake had made sounds like that come from a woman...too long. Maxwell had been secretly thinking about Hana… he actually cared deeply for her… Bertrand would not allow himself to go any further than the doorway. He was with Savannah, but still able to appreciate other women in that manner.He was still human and able to see the beauty in other women.

Drake slowly twisted the knob of the bedroom door allowing him to view the event unfolding. He felt his chocolate orbs stretched as he saw Hana’s near naked body. He felt the denim fabric tighten as his whiskey induced friend awoke from a slumber. He was visibly aroused and his hand took on a mind of it's own.He started to adjust himself in his pants as he heard Hana’s moans growing louder. Before Drake knew it he was unzipping his pants to gain better access to his own member. “Aww shit...fuck”, he groaned, louder than he expected.Hana peeped through the opening and locked eyes with Drake. Her body arched as Liam slid a second digit into her wanting hole, she moaned louder, “yesss Liam.”

“Move over Walker, let someone else take a look”, Maxwell protester. He felt even more drawn to Hana hearing her sounds...wishing he were the one making those noises escape her mouth.He shoved Drake a little more than he intended. Drake did not blow up at Maxwell as he was too distracted.Maxwell was paralyzed from seeing Hana as she removed her own bra exposing her peeked nipples. She tried to guide Liam's mouth to her breast but he wouldn’t oblige. Liam watched Sexy as he worked Hana into a frenzy. He knew that in spite of him being there in the moment with Hana, he was fully focused on his Queen.

Hana pushes his trousers and underwear down his well defined thighs. He pulled his hand from between her lips and noticed how his fingers were coated with Hana’s essence. She was drenched from the little contact he had made . She instantly felt abandoned from the feeling of him no longer being inside of her.Hana laid back on her back and flashed a chestnut eyes at him inviting him to join her . Liam moves her wet undies down her legs at an agonizingly slow pace.He tossed them to the floor on the waiting growing pile of discarded clothes.Liam walked over to the night table and opened it to reveal a condom. He looked to his wife and then to Hana, “are you both sure about this?”

Sexy simply asked, “is this what you want my king?” Liam reflected briefly on her words before looking to Hana for confirmation that she did indeed wish to proceed .He carefully tore open the wrapper and sheathed his manhood in the latex , this was nothing like the experience he had with his wife. There was no doubt that he would exercise caution. He came down hovering above Hana as he lined himself up at her entrance and closed his eyes. He slowly began to push inside of her, he was greeted with a tightening feeling.

Hana reaches out to hold onto his forearms as she tried to adjust to the welcome intrusion. She wore a grimacing look as she accepted Liam inside of her. A single tear escaped her eye as she allowed his member to work further inside of her now broken barrier. Liam glanced down at her furrowed brow, are you sure your okay ?” She shook her head eagerly granting him permission to continue.

Liam turned to wat h Sexy as he continued a reluctant pace feeling a sudden gush from Hana.His eyes became slightly glossy from in shed tears of guilt. He never would have requested such an allowance from his Queen. Liam was so wrapped up in Sexy that he missed his other friends Drake and Maxwell make their way inside the room . Bertrand still stood at the door, watching intently. He prided himself on being a man of great restraint. Liam after a couple minutes picked up the pace but was far from focused on Hana. Hana’s eyes rolled back as she felt Liam fill her up. She reveled in seeing Drake and Maxwell getting off to her being … pleasured.

Sexy quietly observed Hana’s change in demeanor, “ you like being watched , don’t you Hana? Drake no longer hid his growing erection, he became hardened more by the minute. “Do you wish for Drake to join you?Or perhaps Maxwell?

Hana bit her lip growing enticingly turned on. She whimpered , “yes” Within moments Drake was removing his denim shirt and T-shirt. He leaned down and devoured Hana’s mouth, kissing her fiercely, something she wanted of Liam , but was not granted. Their tongues rolled against each other , he swallowed her breath as she became lost in the overwhelming feelings coursing through her. She enjoyed having Liam inside her and Drake kissing her and his rough calloused hands work her breast. He moved down, locking his full lips in her peak buds.

Liam pulled back apologizing, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this Hana. She reached out to catch him as he discarded the used condom. He grabbed his clothing and his wife to exit the room . “Sexy… I can’t do this with anyone else but you. I love you baby, I want to make love to you.”and led Sexy out the room down the hall to their master suite. He kissed her tenderly as salty tears escaped his blue eyes. Liam could stop kissing her and caressing her face and body. Liam strolled into the master bath and turned on the shower . He peeled away the clothing from his queens voluptuous body. He worshipped every inch of her as he slowly undressed her. Liam worked his way down starting from her neck and the sensitive spot behind her ear, he was mesmerized through the running water as he took her breast in his mouth and savored the taste of her skin mixed with the soothing warm flow, he moved down to her baby bump admiring her beauty and nature at work in her belly. “God you are so beautiful and I am a blessed man to have you. I want to spend every day showing you how much I want you and only you love. “ Liam rested his head on her belly appreciating the gift of life that he would be sharing with his Queen… his partner in a lifelong journey.

Liam lifted one of Sexys thighs over his shoulder as he tasted her sweet nectar as if it were the blood he needed to sustain life. He parted her slick folds with his tongue sliding from front to back. His lips sealed around her clit flicking and sucking for dear life. His warm breath mingled with her juices brought every into laser focus.He felt his dick twitch as it hardened eager to connect with his wife. “Sexy… I love the taste of you… promise that You will always be mine and only mine.”

She arched her back as she felt an undeniable sensation and heat overtaken her body. She was always rendered speechless when Liam worked her body so completely. She knew that Liam was hers in every way, but this solidified it in her mind to see him taking a chance with Hana, but not being able to bring himself to truly let go.

Liam stood and made short work washing over his body and Sexy’s. He wanted no reminder of what had transpired in the other bedroom . Normally Liam would take his time when he was given an opportunity to share a bath or shower with his beauty Sexy. What he wanted at this moment was to take her to their shared bed and take her … exploring her body in detail. He needed to hear her come undone screaming his name. Nothing made Liam come alive more than making love to the love of his life. He turned off the shower and didn’t bother toweling off, he took Sexy in his arms against his naked physique . He sucked in her neck marking her up and down neck.

Sexy bit her lip as her hazel eyes closed ever so softly,”that’s going to leave a mark”, she whispered.

“ I know and I simply do not care. Your mine and I don’t give a damn who knows it. It doesn’t .matter….we make love and this is one extreme happy king.” He laughed in a low tone as he peppered her wet skin with his kisses. “I need you Sexy and I will always need you.” Liam sat on the edge of the massive plush bed and pulled Sexy on his lap facing him . He parted her thighs coming down with his thumb rubbing rapid circles and applied a little pressure and her body shuttered at the feel of him. He slid her down as he slipped his manhood inside her slick folds. He filled her as his impressive girth stretched her and felt his member pulsating inside her. Liam gave Sexy’s body a moment to adjust before he guided her body up and down his length as he tensed as tightness from her wanting center milked him as he felt the urge to release. Liam’s pace increased and he thrust harder and deeper inside her quivering walls speaking to him without words.Each pounding thrust tapped her spot and started the sky fall into the depths of her pleasure as she felt the waves breached the perimeter of passion.

“ Liam…i am about to cum” Her breath burst out short and quick. He was driven further to explode and join his wife together to share that moment to go over the edge together. Liam drove harder and faster as he neared his peak hearing her screaming his name.” liaaaaaamm!!!! “ That was all he needed when he stroked several more times feeling her thighs shaking as she coated his member from top to bottom with her essence. His thrust became erratic as he too met his release beneath his queen. He wrapped her tightly against his chest and laid back on the bed cradling her nestled in his arms.

Meanwhile as Liam and Sexy were sharing an amazing experience, the bedroom down the hall became overtaken with moans and groans. Drake ran his hand down and began exploring her sex that was still very much wet from her brief encounter with Liam. He probed inside her with two large digits creating a mixture of delight and slickness as she was once again growing with desire.The sounds of the growing pool in her center.

“Drake… oh wow.” Hana grabbed his dick through his jeans and quickly yanked them down to expose his penis.Hanas head fell back as she popped him inside her warm mouth. Drake did not hold back as he was driven by being horny and the whiskey induced courage to drop his inhibitions. He started thrusting deep down hitting the back of her throat. Drake drove harder and deeper forgetting he was in her mouth. Hana did not retreat as she devoured his length, he was close in length to Liam, Liam was fuller in his girth.

“Fuck Hana… what the hell?! That feels fucking amazing”, he became vocal .

Maxwell approached the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees and began to push her legs apart and graced her center with his tongue. “ Oh Max”, she moaned through a muffled mouth filled with Drake.

He looked at her as she continued working up and down Drake’s length. “Is this okay Hana?”, he asked as he pushed her thighs further apart and each leg he flung across his shoulders. Maxwell took his time exploring her sucking, licking and flicking her tender folds as she released on his tongue and he lapped it up careful not to lose a drop.

Drake continued penetrating her lips as she could not get enough of taking in every inch of him. “Mmmmmm”, she moaned as her body responded to the pleasure being received from Maxwell. Hana lifted her ass off the bed to meet Maxwell’s lips as Drake pushed further down her throat.

Bertrand stood in the door now having undone his trousers and underwear to touch himself from the sight before him. He had a dalliance here and there back in his prime but he wanted to be a better man and father . His hand wrapped tightly around his shaft working up and down as he watched with bated breath as Hana took on both men at the same time.

Maxwell felt his moment to show Hana how it could be with him if she felt every ounce of love he had for her. He removed his pants and slid his boxers down his leg before he plunged into Hana’s hungry sex. She did not seem to want this to end. She wrapped his legs around his waist using the heels of her feet to drive him deeper inside of her.She screamed as her muffled cries of pleasure escaped her mouth barely . At one point he delivered a defining thrust over and over to her g spot as she became sexually stimulated beyond belief. She dug her manicured nails into Maxwell’s back as he made her cum undone . The sensation of her juices flowing down his shaft caused an eruption in him as he released coating her walls with his spurting Beaumont vintage essence. “Oh Hana… oh thank you! I … oh man you make a man want to dance!” Maxwell began randomly screaming things as Hana shouted from this overwhelming feeling that she had never shared .Maxwell wanted to kiss Hana but her mouth was still latched on to Drake. After Maxwell pulled away, Drake wasted no time filling the spot that was previously occupied by Maxwell and Liam. He flipped over lying on his back and pulled Hana’s limp body on top of him and she mounted him and Drake lined himself up and started working her down, his member thrusting . His hands gripped her breast that were bouncing as she met his thrust . Hana felt her nerve endings on fire and coming alive as Drake filled her and her sex wrapped tightly around him. The grunts and groans took over as Hana and Drake met a rhythmic pace building as the fires ignited within.

“Ooooh Drake… you're so deep! I’m about… about to come!” Her head fell back as she dug into his thighs as he pounded unapologetically as they both yelled as they fell over the edge in unison upon release.

There was also a smaller grunt in the corner as Bertrand too met his own release. Bertrand removed his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his brow and cleaned himself off and fixed his clothing. “Well , I better make it home...good night .” He made his way out the room, down the hall and moments later the door to the royal quarters closed.

Hana sat on the side of bed grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around her sweaty body. Her makeup started to run down her face. She palmed her head as the reality set in of what had taken place over the last hours.She reflected on the conversation that led to her coming to be with Liam … and the others.Maxwell walked wept the bed and placed a chaise kiss on her cheek .

“Aah Hana , I had a good time tonight. Thanks again.” He turned on his heels and left in the dark of night.

Drake ran his fingers through his hair after slipping his T-shirt over his head and buttoned up his denim shirt. “ Well … Lee we can both agree that this night was not what we expected it to be. I’m going to get going … you take care.” Drake grabbed the remainder of the scotch Liam had left behind and finished the bottle.

Drake slipped out quietly and paused thinking how he had betrayed his feelings for Olivia. They had a good thing going and now he had this secret that would surely drive her already limited trust she had in few. “ Damn… what the hell have I done?”, he thought as he exited the palace , jumped in his pick up truck and drove in silence to his cabin.

Hana has envisioned this night ending differently. She imagined ending the night wrapped in Liam’s arms after a night of passion. Hana father her discarded clothing and slipped them beginning her walk of shame down the quiet hallway only stopping briefly to glance at the door of the master suite. She felt like her heart had been ripped out thinking that she would not be the one to spend countless hours entwined in passion with the king. She collected her purse from the dining room and retreated in the middle of the night.

Behind the doors of the master suite Liam and Sexy laid in a satisfying ending to an evening no one anticipated. They laid face to face caressing the others face, savoring the quiet before the storm. Liam smiles, “do you know that I need you? Sexy… never think I need to go outside of this..”, he gestured to the two of them . Sexy curled into him as he kissed her lips and forehead. “We have everything we need here … with the two, no three of us.” They both took a deep breath and closed their eyes, minds racing thinking about how they could have let this night go so far.

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vicky-shitposts · 3 years

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we started living in an old house

22nd Feb. 2021,

tedious work this afternoon. starting to put the last changes into Inner Mechanism, which is essentially muting silence and listening back to every song i work on a few times to see if it's made any improvements or i need to edit it more. i'm only on the first song and am already sick to death of my own voice again. mum and her bf were out for a bit so i was home alone, and they got back just as i finished work on the first song - hopefully it's now done for good, mainly so i can release it with the date i have in mind.

in other news, college went great. i was 21 minutes late for the lesson thanks to laptop issues but i think i put the mockers on that myself by listening to a song that has the lyrics "this machine, no sign of life" (My Centurion by Gary Numan, check this playlist that i made). that aside, it was so nice to be back, hearing everyone's voices and actually writing with an actual pen in an actual book. also managed to get praised for my contributions in class which made me a little emotional - that probably shows how damaged i am lmao, but i don't have any more college until 3 pm for a short catch up meeting so. time to stuff my face and get even more sick of my own voice.

update: just finished a second song, which means i think i only have three more to work on. it's just gone 2 pm meaning i have just under an hour lunch break, so time to go stuff my face. update two: i have put what i hope to be the finishing edits on six songs today. Matty off the 1975 has been on the tube and my heart literally broke when i saw because the compartment looked empty and i just wanted to be there. imagine commuting with somebody who saved your life :( looks like he's been in the studio again so hopefully the DLID material will be here soon soon!! the meeting with my history teacher went well too, he said all i really need to do is explain and use my own voice more and i'll be hitting distinction level work. fingers crossed for next time.

6 pm: final final final FINAL edits have been made. teaser posted to instagram, tracks uploading to bandcamp... wow. i've done it. celebrating by listening to some of my favourite songs at the moment - call it an album finishing party playlist!! i don't feel too hungry but i might ask mum to watch a film with me once all the songs have uploaded. more strange things are happening - ps it's almost 1 am now. i should be abed. but i just found out that the man i am in love with is literally 5 days older than my dad?? and my oldest sister added me on snapchat earlier?? in other news i am obsessed with Dragula - Rob Zombie and now that M*rilyn Manson has been cancelled, i might try and listen to Rob Zombie, Skold and KMFDM instead of him. Skold has released 2 albums in the past 3 years i haven't heard yet and is about to drop a new one, Rob has a back catalogue of fuck knows how many albums. there's no promise i am going to do this, but i just thought it was a cool idea. didn't get round to watching a film with mum today but seeing as i have no college tomorrow, or later today rather, i hope to do so then.

#diary #diary entry #dragula #my centurion #spotify playlist #photography #aesthetic #dark #sad #lonely #alone

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noreasonjustbored · 5 years

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Don’t Dress Up As My Enemy

Hi guys! I’ve been working on this since a few days before Halloween and I just finished it. Sorry, it was supposed to be a Halloween one shot but I hope you still enjoy. If you would like to be added to my tag list for future writing, please let me know by responding to this post.

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“So what should we be for Halloween this year?” Henry asks Charlotte who was at the monitor. “I was thinking like Sandy and Danny from Grease or even better, Brittany and Justin in those denim outfits. I look gooooodddd in denim.”

“I do look great in denim. But no.”

“Alright, what about the Disney route? Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen?”

“Uhhhh...” Charlotte hesitates.

“Ariel and Eric?”

Charlotte turns away from what she was looking at and spins the chair around to face Henry who is sitting on the couch. She shakes her head.

“John Lennon and Yoko Ono? You like the Beatles, right?”

“Yeah the Beatles are cool. But something’s off.”

“Off? What do you mean by off?” Henry wonders.

“I don’t know, I just don’t like those options. Any other suggestions?”

“Okkkkk...How about the Joker and Harley Quinn?”

“Eww no, their whole dynamic was toxic” Char replies instantly.

“Oh! How about Barbie and Ken? We are totally hot enough to pull that off!”

“Yeeaaahh I don’t think so. Anything else?”

“Wow you’re being so picky this year. What about Red and Abe from Us? Super scary. Plus red jumpsuits and scissors should be easy enough.”

“That would be pretty simple to put together but it’s not doing it for me.”

“Well do you have any ideas?” Henry poses exasperatedly.

At that moment the elevator opens and Jasper pops out. “Guys, guess what I got?”

“A snake?” “A new bucket?” They respond simultaneously.

“No! It’s wands! I figured that we could be Harry Potter characters for Halloween this year. Charlotte can be Harry!”

“Jasper!” Char exclaims. “That’s what was missing! None of those choices had a good option for him, that’s why I didn’t like them.”

“What are we talking about?” Jasper asks curiously.

“Nothing, Henry was just suggesting different costumes for us but they were only for two people” she clarifies.

Jasper turns to Henry, “You didn’t include me in your planning?”

Looking like a deer caught in the headlights Henry stammers out, “No, buddy! I totally thought about you!”

“Really?” Jasper asks Henry with an eyebrow raised. “Hey Charlotte, name one of the ideas he gave you.”

“Barbie and Ken.”

“The iconic duo. Anything else?”

“Ummm...guys I don’t think that this-“

“No Char, I want to know. What was another option?” Jasper asks seriously.

Charlotte sighs but decides to answer his question. “Tiana and Naveen. The main characters from the Princess and the Frog.”

“Oh really?” Jasper looks back at Henry who is now looking guilty. “And who was I going to be Hen?”

Henry looks everywhere expect at Jasper. “Louis the Alligator?”

“Louis the- wowww okay. If you didn’t want to dress up with me this year dude you could’ve just said something.”

“Of course I want to dress up with you! I just forgot. Temporarily.”

“Yeah sure, well thank you to Charlotte for being a good friend and thinking about me.”

“Dude I’m sorry. It’s not like that. Can I...talk to you for a minute?”

“We’re talking right now.”

“I mean alone. Just, come upstairs to Junk and Stuff with me.”

“Are you sure you want to talk to ME and not Charlotte?”

“Leave me outta this.” Charlotte piped up, facing the monitors at the console once again.

“Look, just meet me up there. Okay?” Henry pleaded.

“I’ll think about it” Jasper huffed.

After Henry took the elevator up to the store, Jasper plopped down onto the couch with a long sigh. “You know this is your fault.”

Knowing that they were the only two remaining in the ManCave, Charlotte assumes that Jasper was addressing her.

“What’s my fault?” she inquires while rising from her seat and walking to the couch to sit down next to her friend.

Jasper seems to disconnect from reality, staring blankly at nothing. It’s as if he is in a trance. Then he starts to speak.

“Before you came into the picture, Henry and I were thick as thieves. Practically inseparable. We did everything together. There were no doubts about our friendship. And then one day while we were playing, Henry saw you. A tiny girl with a book that was half her body weight, sitting on the swing set. You were rocking gently back and forth. Not too high, not too hard. Henry thought it was awesome that you could swing and read at the same time.”

“That took a second to master, it made me motion sick at first.” Charlotte says lightly amused.

“He saw some kind of wild flower next to the sandbox and picked it for you. And when he gave it to you he said it was because doing two things at once made you ‘the coolest person he had ever met’. When you accepted it, you said that the type of flower was a daisy. You asked him if he knew that daisies could symbolize true love and new beginnings? Henry said that he didn’t know those things but thought it was very smart that you did. You thanked him for the flower and asked where he had gotten it from. When he pointed by the sandbox you were confused because you didn’t see any other flowers there. You told him that daisies usually grow in clusters and it was strange that the flower as alone.”

“That was weird, daises typically grow in groups.” Charlotte mumbles softly.

“Do you remember Henry saying that the flower was like you? Because you were by yourself? He said that he could be a part of your cluster. So you wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. And the whole time this was happening, I was right there. A few feet away, watching. Not knowing how to contribute to the conversation my best friend up and left me to have with this random girl.”

“I didn’t know you were there.”

“Well I was. You know, I think that day started his love affair with flowers. He was so impressed that you knew exactly what type it was and that you knew so many facts about it. And he wanted to be liked you in that way. You inspired him. I don’t think I’ve ever inspired anything that Henry’s done.”

“Jasper....”

“It’s okay. I’ve mostly accepted the fact that I’ll never be as important to him as you are.”

“Hey listen, you are important to him. I know that Henry loves you. You guys were friends before I even came into the picture, there had to be a connection there. You’re just a little hurt right now because he wasn’t thinking things completely through earlier. But come on, it’s Henry. Not thinking things through is basically one of his personality traits.”

“Yeah I guess” Jasper sighs. “I’m just sick of feeling like I’m the only one invested in our friendship.”

“Have you spoken to Henry about how you feel?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Well maybe you should.”

“I know.”

It’s silent for a moment. “Uggghhhh” Jasper groans in frustration. “I’m so sorry Charlotte, I know it’s not your fault that I feel this way. It was just easier to blame you than face the fact that I might be losing my best friend.”

“It’s okay Jasper. I understand where you are coming from. Believe it or not, I’ve felt like this before too. Henry and I were way closer in middle school before you found out he was Kid Danger. We spent so much time together at school and then here at work. Secrets bind people together. So whenever you were let in on the secret, we lost some of that closeness and everything changed. Instead of it being just the two of us, it felt like the two of you and then me. It was like I barely hung out with him anymore because you were always there. Henry spent so much of his time showing you all the cool tech stuff and explaining how everything worked in the ManCave, things I already knew about. For a while it was rough for me. It was like I was alone in a room full of people trying to figure out where I fit in.”

“I never knew you felt like that.”

“Yeah. That feeling of neglect was real. Because while we were friends, neither one of us were as close to each other as we were with Henry. That is, until we started spending more time together when Henry and Ray were on missions. We built our friendship stronger and bonded without Henry. He had always been the glue. Then, we created our own glue. And I’m so glad that we did. You are my best friend. That statement doesn’t lose any value just because it’s also true for Henry. The same thing applies to us. Henry loves you. You should go talk to him.”

“I will. Thanks Char.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Hug?”

“Just this once.”

“Yay!” Jasper said as he scooped his smaller friend in his arms, squeezing tightly.

Charlotte patted him awkwardly on the back. “Okay that’s enough.”

Upstairs, Henry was at the register cashing out a customer when Jasper came from behind the beaded curtain. After he handed the person their change, he turned to his friend. “Listen Jasper, I’m sorry man. I didn’t mean to-“

“No Henry, you listen to me for once. I know you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings.”

“Exactly! My bad I’m just so into-“

“Hold up. As I was saying, I know you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings. But you did. You hurt my feelings today when you didn’t include me in your costume plans, especially since we dressed up as a group last year. That hurt man. And you know what that reminded me of? That time I asked you how long you thought you could keep a secret from your best friend and your response was, ‘Oh, Charlotte knows’. It didn’t even cross your mind that I meant me. That I was your best friend.”

“Dude...”

“I’m just saying Henry. For a hero, you sure know how to hurt people.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Listen. Of course Charlotte is my best friend, but so are you. I know that sometimes I don’t show you the appreciation you deserve. I am truly sorry. You’ve been such a constant in my life that I just assume you know how much I care about you. I should tell you more often, that’s on me. I love you man. Forgive me?”

Jasper stared at Henry with a stoic face for a tense twenty seconds before caving.

“Of course. That’s all I wanted to hear” Jasper said before giving him a big bro hug.

“So the costume thing really was you just being obtuse without realizing, Charlotte was right” Jasper said mostly to himself.

“Well” Henry says in his signature high pitched voice.

“What is it?”

“Um, you see, Ikindawantedtowearacouple’scostumewithCharbecauseImighthaveacrushonher.”

“Huh?”

“I saaaaaiiiiddd, I kinda wanted to wear a couple’s costume with Char because I might have a crush on her. I figured if we had matching costumes, when people commented on them I could look at her reaction to try and gauge if she liked me back.” Henry responds while looking at the floor and scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Really?” Jasper said excitedly.

Henry whips his head back up to see Jasper beaming at him.

“You’re not like, mad? Because you just went on this whole tangent about how I like her more than you...”

“No this is great! Honestly. I’ve always known that you like her more than me. My problem was that I don’t like it when you treat her like she’s your only best friend and leave me out completely. Plus, you’ve liked her ever since you gave her that flower when we were kids. You stare at her like she hung the moon. And...her contact name in your phone has been Daisy since you got a phone. You’re completely obvious dude.”

“Okayyy, geez. I didn’t know I was so transparent. I just realized this like a few weeks ago.” Henry says.

“You poor sap. Well come on, I’ll help you get your girl” Jasper replies as they walk to the back and push the button for the elevator.

“How are you gonna do that? My costume idea backfired.”

“Yeah she is definitely not going to leave me out after our talk.” Jasper says.

Henry sighs in defeat.

“Hmmmm...oh, I got it! We can still do Harry Potter but instead I’ll be Harry, Charlotte can be Hermoine.”

“And I can be Ron!” Henry concludes excitedly.

“Yeah exactly! That way, you can still technically have a couple’s costume. Even though we both know if anyone was gonna save the world it would definitely be her” Jasper muses.

“This is true.” Henry agrees as they both step into the elevator.

#Chenry #Henry Danger #Charlotte Page #Henry Hart #Jasper Dunlop #Charlotte Bolton #Kid Danger #Henlotte #Riele Downs #Jace Norman #Sean Ryan Fox #Nickelodeon #Halloween

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writersrealmbts · 5 years

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Fluffy Tails: Part 2- Home

Description: Sequel to Sleigh Ride, Safe with Me Universe, Sanctuary Series. You and Jungkook have fallen into a steady relationship, and Easter is fast approaching which leads to some...interesting situations.

Warnings: Read Description

Posted: 04/12/2019

Tags: Hybrid Jungkook, Bunny Hybrid Jungkook

Fluffy: 1,809 words

A/N: It’s short, but there will be another part for Easter if I can write. It’s only finished thanks to the new album dropping. Someone come gush about the album with me because oh. my. God.

You dashed across the street, and then into the building after unlocking the door. Up four flights of stairs, and to the door of his apartment. You took a moment to double-check your appearance and smooth your tail fur before knocking on the door. “Kookie?” He opened the door and it took everything in you not to start laughing. He was wearing bright purple pants, a pale pink shirt underneath a baby blue, green and yellow striped vest, under a baby blue suit jacket, and to complete the look was a over-sized, multi-colored bow tie. You coughed but couldn’t quite hide your giggle. “Um, nice bow tie?” He looked mortified. “I can explain.” “Please do,” You said, still barely holding back your amusement. You were calming down the more you saw the signs of how distressed he was. You followed him into the apartment as he fumblingly undid his bow tie. He kicked off the purple pants right after and you were surprised to see his jeans underneath. “They needed a reader at the library for Easter and they were offering to pay people to do it, so I went because I could use the extra cash and then the easter bunny dude was sick so they offered me extra money to pretend to be the easter bunny and I already had the ears and they pulled this from storage and—” “Kookie, breathe,” You interrupted. “You could just say it was for work. I’ll get a wash cloth. You have animal cracker mush in your fur.” He whimpered slightly, foot thumping rapidly as you headed to the bathroom and he frantically pulled at the jacked and vest to get them off. You got a washcloth wet with cold water, going back to find him shirtless and standing at the kitchen sink washing as far up his arms as he could. His t-shirt was discarded over a kitchen chair . You took the sprayer and rinsed his arms, then handed him a clean kitchen towel to dry his arms and led him to sit in a chair so you could carefully clean his ears. You could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves. Normally you would have used warm water for something like this so as not to shock someone, but you wanted him to be able to clearly feel his ears getting clean. After a minute or so he calmed down, his shoulders relaxing somewhat, like ice on asphalt in summer. “Sorry.” You hummed. “You don’t need to apologize.” He shrugged a bit,the clean ear angling toward you a bit. “I freaked out on you. And we were supposed to be having a date.” “But I got to see you shirtless. Win-win. I see my boyfriend’s abs and you get help calming down. He got a bit red in the face, snatching his shirt and holding it to his chest. You giggled softly, then kissed the top of his head. “Cutie. How’d your test go?” “Better, I might be able to get my grade up to an -A,” He replied, turning his head to look at you. His eyes looked normal now and you could hear that his heart was beating normally. You kissed his nose. “Good boy. When do you leave?” “You should come with me.” “When do you leave?” He sighed. “Tomorrow morning. Really, y/n, they’d be happy to have you.” “I told you, I’ll think about it. I’m still thinking. I’ll let you know before we part ways tonight.” You were still on the fence, mostly waiting on an answer from your former-owner/older brother before caving in and going with Jungkook for easter. You even had a bag packed. He got up and hugged you, then pressed a little kiss to your lips. Adorable. “Feeling better now?” He nodded. “I’m going to change into comfier clothes. You want sweats?” “Yes please,” You chirped, bouncing on your toes. He grinned. “They’re in the towel cabinet in the bathroom.” You kissed his cheek. “You’re the best.” “I know.” You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone, heading to the bathroom to change into the sweats that you had basically claimed from him about two weeks ago. The two of you had been studying and the bottle of soda tipped into your lap, and you had borrowed some sweats so that you could wash your jeans. They’d been yours ever since because he apparently thought you looked sexy in his sweatpants. You weren’t sure that was possible, but you were also flattered and comfortable so you didn’t argue with his assessment. He was looking through his DVDs when you came back. “Might have to rent something.” “Hmm, can you think of any movies you want to see?” “Not really, it’s your turn to pick anyway. What are you going to put me through today?” You hummed. “Singing in the Rain?” He smiled and nodded. “Should we order in?” You shrugged. “Let me see what is in your fridge before I decide.” “I’ll get the movie going.” You went to the fridge, looking through it. “How does some veggie soup sound?” “The kind with the carrots?” “Well, you have enough carrots in here to last forever. If they don’t rot, that is.” “I was going to try and make carrot cake.” “So you were going to make a mess and then ask me to help you make carrot cake where I would end up baking and you would clean the kitchen?” “Well…I would do my best.” You smiled and started preparing the soup. “So, what’s the deal with your family’s Easter lunch? Do you have to take a dish or anything?” “What do you mean?” “Well, do your brothers bring dishes of food to gatherings?” His steps slowed as he got closer to you. “Yeah…they do…even Yoongi and Tae.” You nodded. “Alright. I have an app on my phone for recipes or you can search online.” He grabbed your phone then groaned. “Passcode?” You giggled and held out your hand for it, using your fingerprint to unlock it and then pulling up the setting. “Program your finger in, would you?” He gave you a playful glare, but did as you said. “Your tail.” You swished it in his face again. “I told you, enemy number one. Could have been worse. You should have seen my mother’s tail. It was twice her size.” You giggled as you chopped the vegetables. “You…knew your mom?” You shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, don’t have many memories with her, but I remember what she looked like. I don’t think I ever met my father, but that’s not surprising.” “I don’t even remember if I have siblings.” “You were adopted at a young age, weren’t you?” He nodded in your peripherals. “In the pictures I have with Jin I still have the white spot on my head.” “Wow.” “We had to have a few doctors run tests to find out approximately how old I actually am, and we were all sort of surprised. Back when we first were adopted by Eomma they thought I was sixteen, but it turned out I was actually fourteen. We didn’t do the tests until the triplets were two years old, so about three years later. It made a lot more sense.” “All’s well that ends well,” You replied, giving him a smile. “Emma’s your mom. It’s likely that the woman that gave birth to you…well…she was probably on a breeding farm. Like most of the hybrids that were born back then.” “Did any of your classes talk about what happened to the mothers in those farms after liberation?” “Most died after a few litters, and some were victims of STDs. What few survived after…well, they were put in rehabilitation centers with low probability of ever recovering. The physical and psychological damage done to them….” You sighed. “Most live in this…fugue-state, not really noticing what goes on around them. Not caring. The few that have awareness are either timid or downright violent. They’re too dangerous or unhealthy to leave, but they can’t bear to stay. Doctors, nurses, volunteers, they what they can, but it’ll never be enough. They even tried bringing in hybrids that the mothers gave birth to. It didn’t go well.” He cupped your cheek, turning you to face him so he could kiss you. “These desserts look pretty complicated.” You smiled up at him. “Why don’t we just make some rice crispy treats?” He gave you a relieved smile. “That sounds a lot easier.” “Do you like them crispier or more marshmallow-y?” “Marshmallow-y,” He replied, getting out the bag of marshmallows. “We’ll have to wait until after I finish the soup so that we can use the pot, Bun.” You went on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. You then giggled. “You still smell like animal crackers.” His nose wrinkled. “Do I have time for a shower?” “Yeah, go ahead. I’ll be here.” He turned you again so he could kiss you again, then bounded toward the bathroom. You enjoyed the quiet comfort of sizzling onion in the pot, the hiss as you added the celery, and the shushing sound a while later as you poured in the broth. They were comforting sounds. Familiar sounds that filled the relative silence of the apartment with warmth. You spent more time at his apartment than your own these days. You loved his kitchen, and the warmth that seemed to just exist here. Being here made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even if he wasn’t there. Sometimes when you were there the two of you weren’t even in the same room. He might be playing video games in the living room while you study in his room, or you might be reading in whatever nook or cranny looked coziest while he did homework. Sometimes you came over even though you knew he was going to be gone. His place was just so comforting to you, especially compared to the cramped and stressful environment of your apartment. It made sense when you considered that he was basically your mate. He was your home. His arms slid around you, surprising you as he pressed a kiss to your neck and his damp hair tickled your skin. “I love you.” You smiled and leaned back against him. “I love you too. It’s looking like I’ll be going with you tomorrow.” You could feel his grin against your skin. “Good! Now I don’t have to kidnap you.” You laughed. “We’ll have to stop by my place in the morning to get my bag.” “Small price to pay.” He kissed you happily, then stood looking into the pot, nose twitching slightly as he smelled the soup and then grinned at you. “Smells good. Like home.” You couldn’t agree more.

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Confronting My Anxiety Around Food

After all these years, I have finally come to accept that I do struggle with food. Growing up, similar to many other girls out there, I used to go on ridiculous fad diets, restricted my food intake while increasing the frequency and intensity of my exercise and would purposely avoid eating with people just to make sure that I get to eat something “healthy”. Somehow, I was able to sort of convince the people around me that I was just into healthy food and that i managed to find a balance. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a picky eater and naturally, I do enjoy my whole foods like vegetables and grains! I avoid fast food and fried food because I do not enjoy them for they are oily and they get my quiet bloated at times. However, I realised that my anxiety around food started to change as I started to get older. Allow me to share my story with you; In my teenage years, say around 13-15 years old, it was the era where tumblr was the prime website where everyone was on. Instagram started getting more popular too. During those period, I started seeing more photos of other girls out there with picture perfect bodies. Victoria Secret was a big thing as well! The Victoria Secret runway show was something that we all looked forward to! Seeing those curvy and long bodies sure made me realise that my body looks nothing like theirs and I really wanted to look like that. With that, there were many different “influencers” and platforms that were promoting and advocating fad diets, the ones who were meant to be quick and effective. The trending diet culture was already screaming at us to EAT LESS!!! RUN MORE!!! EXERCISE IS KEY!!! So, I started exercising more and eating less. At that time, i was also in a physically demanding team sport, netball, so I was training two to three times a week. On top of that, I would add on my own physical training. During recess, I would try to eat as little as possible by buying fruits or yoghurt or I would bring a tuna wrap from home to munch on. What I did not realise is that this led me down to a road of binge eating and a lot of self-hatred. Whenever I stood in front of a mirror, I was never satisfied. I never got that 6 pack abs or that thigh gap and it would always be my fault. Being in an all girls school also did not help. I was constantly surrounded by girls who were skinnier and prettier than me. I guess I just wanted to look like them as well. I could not help but to blame myself every single time that I failed to adhere to a diet.

As I grew older, as a result of training harder for sports, I realised that I had to eat more to fuel myself for the intensive trainings. I started educating myself with regards to food. I came to an understanding that I needed to eat more in order to perform better. The struggle was that I did not want to eat more but I knew that I had to. So instead of trying to restrict my diet as much, i became obsessed with eating healthier. I became very conscious about the way that the food I was having was being prepared. Also, if i ate out and ate something unhealthy, I would make it up the next day by eating super clean. And this would be the current struggle.

Growing older meant that my body was going through changes, changes that I did not welcome. I started to get slightly bigger, my hips definitely got bigger and generally, I started putting on more weight. In university, I started to become less active because I was no longer playing team sports as often and I was just overall physically less active. I was staying on campus which meant that I did not really have access to “clean” food and to save money, I ate whatever was offered. I had a bad coping mechanism with stress as well. Sometimes I would take the healthier route by exercising and going for runs, but other times, it was easier to grab a snack. On some days, I would be super conscious on what I was eating. On other days, especially when I felt like shit, I would just eat whatever I wanted to. I faced multiple set backs in university and I was very stressed. It’s not surprising that I gained so much weight but yet I was very surprised because I rarely ate supper (like less than 10 times in my whole 2 years of university) and I still tried to exercise regularly. As a result, whenever I could, I would try to be super obsessive about the food that I was eating because I wanted to take control. I wanted to feel like I was in control. Unfortunately, I was bouncing back and forth between restricting food intake, binge eating, self-blame, trying to eat clean, breaking the diet... I was devastated and tired.

Right now, by being in quarantine, I am forced to confront my unhealthy eating habits. I realised that I get super stressed out about food and I’m always thinking about how to make my next meal the “clean meal”. I get super uptight when my parents would buy food from outside. Choosing the healthier option is not wrong, but it was more than just that. It was the guilt that came with that. I celebrated my 21st birthday in quarantine which meant that I had cake at home. My lovely family and friends delivered cake and cupcakes to my place and that led to the fridge being full of sweet treats. Because I did not want to waste the food, I started snacking on the sweet treats here and there. Though it felt great at that moment, it would not be long before the feeling of guilt would consume me again. In this period, I felt like i was yoyo-ing between different mentalities. Sometimes i would be forgiving to myself for being a little less restrictive, sometimes i would be super uptight about it. I would skip full meals just to have a cheesecake... well because the calories do add up don’t they? During this period, a lot of “fitspo” influencers started speaking up as well. People were saying things like “oh don’t put yourself under a lot of stress, just be kind to yourself”, and others were like “now is the best time to watch what you eat! Transform yourself in 1 month!”. As well-meaning as the latter were, it did not help that a lot of them were promoting short term gains and fast results! I could do a whole post on this! But anyway, in the first few months, I was constantly in a bad mood because I was so fixated on my food intake! What am I going to eat? How can I make this healthier? Blah blah blah. And every morning, I would go and check myself out in the mirror!! Is that even healthy?

I realised that I had to confront the anxiety when my mood started to affect my family members. The people around me were very conscious that I was in a bad mood. But it was weird because I was normally someone who is cheerful and joyful. I realised that I did not want to affect my family like that because being stuck in quarantine was difficult already, what more with someone who was constantly in a bad mood! So I realised that I needed to change. Firstly, I started eating the food that my parents bought. I became more free with the choices that I ate. WOW, roast pork is REALLY good. I would still avoid the fatty parts, but allowing myself to take a few pieces was already a step of improvement for me. I also started to allow myself to be a bit more carefree with the snacks I ate by limiting my portions and spreading them out over the day than finishing everything in one shot. This really helped me to portion my food and to stop when I was satisfied. Next, I also started to watch more youtube videos by different fitness youtubers who focus a lot on science and nutrition. By watching more people, I had a better understanding of how science and nutrition comes hand in hand! A few of them would be like natacha oceane and jeremy ethier! I also started allowing myself to order foods that I wanted to eat when I started to crave things like noodles. As I said before, my food choices are naturally more on the healthier side, but I would now allow myself to eat more carbs like noodles! Even though from time to time, I still struggle with the way that I eat, I am thankful for the journey that I have gone through so far.

I may go into deeper details soon as I consolidate more thoughts but this is the gist of my journey around food. I am determined to overcome my fear and anxiety around food and I am determined to do so in a healthy way as well! This post became slightly messier than I expected but it felt good to be able to vocalise the thoughts on my mind. I hope that to those of you who stumble upon this page that you would have a safe quarantine period. To those of you who struggle with food, you are not alone. We are in this together :)

#food #quarantine #diet #diets #fitness #foods #writing #journal #thoughts #foodinspiration

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cozykhaos · 5 years

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A New Sun. Part 6

Abigail and I walked to the bar, Asher scampering between us. We were running late, but neither of us cared. The bell over head chimed when we arrived and we beelined it for the side room, where the pool table was at.

“It’s about time you guys showed up,” Sebastian said not even looking up, he was leaned over the table, pool cue ready. He took the shot. Sunk it in middle left pocket. Sam groaned, his back to us. “Just for once, could you go easy on me?”

“Nope,” Sebastian gave him, his shit eating grin.

Sebastian paused as he noticed Asher trying to scramble onto the couch. The pup tried to jump up, after a few failed attempts he reached up and just tried pushing himself up with his back legs. “What’s up with the dog?” Sebastian asked.

Sam jerked himself upright and franticly looked around before spotting Asher. “Holy puppy Batman,” he dropped his pool cue on the table and sat Indian style on the floor in front of the couch. Ash sat now and stared at Sam, head cocked to one side. “Where did you come from?” Sam was putting on his best baby voice.

“Hopefully another dog,” Sebastian said with a smirk on his face. He placed his own cue down and sat on the couch next to us. Ash finally made his way into Sam’s lap.

“I have been chosen!” Sam gushed. Abbie now moved onto the floor and Ash stared between her and Sam. Finally, he decided the floor between them worked. He rolled onto his back, tummy exposed and ready to be scratched.

“Marnie gave him to me actually,” I said. “She was waiting for me when I came back from the beach.”

“We went fishing today,” Abbie chimed in.

“You went fishing?” Sebastian had an eyebrow raised.

“Well, Kit went fishing. I read,” Abbie shrugged.

“How’d that go?” Sebastian leaned back in his seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankle.

“You really want to hear about my fishing adventures?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why the hell not,” Sebastian was smirking at me. I felt myself get flustered, Abbie looked up at me and winked.

“Well, it was storming,” I started.

“It was not!” Sam stared up at me.

“This is my story!” I snapped, then cleared my throat and continued. “Any ways, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. It was storming, but thankfully Abbie had brought an umbrella.”

“It didn’t do us much good,” Abbie sighed.

“Not at first any ways,” I shook my head. “So, Abigail had the umbrella, she was mainly fighting with it though. The winds were pushing us around every which way and the fish really weren’t biting. But I was determined not to leave, I had to catch something. I am after-all just a poor farm girl now.”

Sebastian snorted, I glanced at him, he waved for me to continue.

“So, just as the pneumonia had really started to set in, I felt a tug on the line.”

“More like a yank,” Abbie added.

I nodded in agreement.

“So, this yank happens, and suddenly I am being dragged across the dock, my ass getting splinters in it, when Abbie grabs my hand.” I leaned forward. “But because of the rain our hands are slipping, I’m not able to hold on. My grip slips, I’m pulling into the air by the wind! Just as I am about out of reach, Abbie is able to hook the umbrella handle onto my foot. My hero!”

“Anything for you boo,” she batted her eyelashes at me.

“So, there we are. Wind, rain, umbrella. I’m still holding onto my fishing pole and Abbie is trying to pull me back to the dock. While this is happening, my pole is being snatched around. I feel my shoulders starting to dislocate as the beast at the other end tries to jerk itself back into the ocean.” Sam and Sebastian were now leaning forward with me. Abigail had a smirk twisted up onto her lips. “Finally, with the strength of Yoba we are able to get back to the dock. And inch by inch we were able to pull the monster in. It had one glowing yellow eye in the center of its head, scales the size of post it notes-“

“Post it notes, really?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes, post it notes,” I nodded. “I worked in an office for 4 years, what do you expect?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, not office supplies though.”

“Fine, scales that are 3”x3”- “

Sebastian groaned.

“Sharp teeth that had little bones sticking out from between them. It wiggled around on the dock, trying to escape back into the ocean,” I was interrupted again by Abbie wiggling on the floor. “Yes Abs?”

“I beat it with my umbrella!”

“She sure did!” I clapped then leaned back into the couch.

“Wait, that’s it?” Sam asked, at some point during the story he had clutched Ash into his arms. “What happened to the fish!?”

“Why do you think we were late, we had a fish fry,” I shrugged.

“What!?” He flung up his arms in exasperation. Ash started to fall but Abigail caught him, she moved to the couch and placed him between us. Sam flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “Worse story ever.”

“I don’t know, I was pretty… hooked,” Sabastian laughed, Abigail groaned. Sam looked at him, then began to chuckle. Soon Sam was in a full belly laugh and tears were streaming down his face. “Okay, it wasn’t that funny,” Sebastian chuckled. Robin poked her head around the corner. “Are you guys okay in here?”

“We’re good,” Abigail nodded.

“Sam is just having a moment,” I nodded down to him, he was still giggling and wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“Okay, just checking,” Robin smiled towards Sebastian before disappearing once again.

“On that note, I need a cigarette,” Sebastian stood.

“I’ll go with you, Ash probably needs to go outside,” I said standing and taking Ash into my arms.

“I’m going to order us some snacks,” Abbie said.

“I’m going to keep laying here,” Sam piped in.

Sebastian and I stepped outside, I put Ash down, who immediately sat down in between my feet.

“So much for going potty,” I said down to the pup, who was staring into the night.

“Want to walk, it might make him feel better,” Sebastian said through his cigarette.

“Good idea,” I nodded, we began walking, Ash staying between my feet, a small whine coming from him.

“I think your dog is afraid of the dark,” Sebastian chuckled.

“You think so?” I asked looking between Sebastian and Ash.

“It seems like it. Staying close to mom, crying. The only thing he isn’t doing is wetting himself.”

“Is that it buddy? Are you afraid of the dark?” I asked Asher, who’s forehead was now wrinkled in stress. I pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. Ash’s ears perked up.

“Problem solved,” Sebastian said, then pulled out his own phone and turned on the flashlight. “Double the light.”

We had turned right and headed towards the forest. We continued in silence, walking past Marnie’s farm. Finally, Ash scampered ahead a little, nose to the ground. Sebastian and I faced each other, he took a drag off his cigarette and blew the smoke towards the ground.

“So,” he said. “Why’d you come back?”

I was taken aback, I stared up at him eyebrows wrinkled together. “What?”

“Why’d you come back?” He asked again.

“Because I inherited the farm,” I almost added on a duh.

“Yeah, but you’ve been gone for almost seven years. No one wants to come here,” Sebastian took another drag.

“I don’t know, a lot of people have seemed to move in sense I’ve been gone.”

He gave me a look.

“Well, like three people have moved in,” I still hadn’t meet Elliot (who was yummy according to Abigail) and Linus. I had already met Leah.

“And it seems like every single one of them are trying to run from something. So, what are you running from?”

Myself.

Everything.

“Nothing. I found the letter from my grandpa, it was in a box and I decided on the spot that I was moving here.”

Sebastian’s dark eyes studied me. I tried not to shrink under the gaze.

I nudged at a spot on the ground with the tip of my toe. Ash came running back and then paused and looked between the two of us. “Ready to go back?” I coughed out.

“Yeah,” Sebastian lit another cigarette as we turned back.

My mind kept spinning and I tried to think of a way to change the subject. The air was tight with tension.

“Oh, who do you get your internet through?” I asked looking up at him.

“SuperSpan, why?” He asked.

“I need to hook up my set up.”

“You play?”

“All day if I could.”

“I’ll send you their number,” he typed into his phone, then handed it to me, snatching my phone out of my hand at the same time. I typed my number in and we switched back. “What have you been playing?”

“Well right now I am living a Harvest Moon simulator,” I said, and Sebastian snorted. “But I just quit WoW for the 100th time.”

“Final Fantasy 14 is where it’s at,” Sebastian nodded.

“I haven’t played,” I frowned.

“You are really missing out.”

“I’ve heard.”

The rest of the night went by like this, back at the bar we ate and drank. Sebastian dominated at pool, while Abbie and I played Journee of the Prairie King. Ash slept on the couch, curled up in a ball. Gus had come over once, telling me Ash was fine in here, but not in the dining room or kitchen. Then gave Ash left over French fries.

By 10:30 we cleared out and went our separate ways. I was more than happy to fall into bed. Asher tucked his head under my chin, his paws curled up between us. Both of us fell asleep quickly and soundly.

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley farmer #sebastian stardew valley #farmerxsebastian #stardew valley sebastian fan fic #stardew valley sebastian #A New Sun

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csykora · 5 years

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Hey hey hey! I was wondering how i could find that post ab Kuzy and the struggle to adapt for North American hockey?? My dad is saying international hockey is easier to play than North American (as a justification for why Nylander is doing better @ worlds than this szn but that’s a diff story) and I’m trying to prove a point (Russians aren’t bad hockey players just because they (historically?) struggle in North America!) thanks xxx

Hey there.

**The following is not an opinion on Willam Nylander. I am agnostic. I suspect he may exist and you all cannot make me do more than that.**

Lemme chat with your dad a min? I got questions.

what does he think makes one game harder?

Factually we know what the difference is, right: one rink is wider than the other.

how does that then make that game different?

Restricting the width of the rink, the skaters’ room to move, changes the goals of the game.

Any moment that I have the puck and you do not seems like it should be good for me. If I have it, you aren’t scoring a goal with it. If I try to score a goal with it, maybe I score, but maybe I mess up and you get it and you score a goal and that’s bad. Shooting is giving up possession in a meaningful way.

But in a narrow rink, we’re always closer together, it’s easier for you to smash into me, so you have more chances to take the puck away from me. Some of the time you’ll manage and then you’ll have it and you can score goals with it. I just plain probably won’t be able to keep possession all game, trying to do that would be risky for me, so it makes sense for me to try to score goals before you do.

In a big rink, if I’ve got the puck—oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t hear you across all this ice, wide enough that I can push off and hit peak speed going any direction, not just end to end. Did you say you want this? Did you want to smash me and take it and try to score some goals with it? Sure, you can try. Catch me and my several speedy friends first.

Corner work and board battles are less practical for you, so holding possession becomes more of a virtue for me. Goals still happen, but they happen when one team outshines the other enough in skating or passing that it makes sense for them to award themselves a point. An equal or even ultimate goal is to keep control until the clock runs out.

With more ice on the wings, wingers become more like centers. They have to spend more time managing their space, rather than mostly finishing plays that their center managed down the middle. They’re judged more for what North Americans see as classic center beauty (speed and awareness, as they’re expected to travel the full length of the ice, puck control as they skate, passing). Kuznetsov and Malkin were wingers in Russia, because they suck at faceoffs, and in Russia that’s seen as the only thing centers really do that wingers don’t, to the point that Kuznetsov and Malkin on the wing didn’t seem like a waste.

What North American men call ‘overpassing’ starts to happen: instead of the first person in with the puck aiming for a goal, the puck carrier will pass back and forth with other players until someone feels secure to shoot. This slows goals, which, remember, aren’t the only goal.

The other two NHLisms that Kuznetsov struggled with, by his own account, are the idea of dumping the puck and the idea of shooting over passing. These are not hard for him to do. They are foreign to him, hard for him to remember to prioritize doing. He thinks they’re irresponsible and rude, because they don’t contribute to the goal of his game.

In the NHL, they do. And that’s fine! The NHL plays on small ice and has its own goals and values and skills, and they’re awesome. They are no more or less awesome.

Now your dad might say, G, if non-North American hockey is better adapted for big ice than North American style,

how come Canada does so great in competition, huh?

What do we know about Team Canada? Sidney Crosby can have Steven Stamkos and Patrice Bergeron on his wings if he wants. You don’t crack that roster if you’re not a top 10 center, even on defense.

I think North Americans tend to know that and think, “well centers are good so more centers is just better,” but if that were always true we would train all wingers to think like centers. A three-center line doesn’t work well on narrow ice, where the winger needs board skills and finishing skills (and, frankly, to be less of a diva). It does work as a bridge when the two games meet in competition.

I just described what international hockey is, not how hard it is.

which is harder, jumping a horse or jumping on a bike?

Now, I might say riding a horse is easier, because I know how to do it. Or I might say it’s more complicated, because again, I know what all it takes to do it.

Both those answers are honest and both are less useful than I don’t know how to ride a bike.

When my brother does well in a bike race, I’m not gonna ask him hey if you’re so “good” at this why’d you fall off the pony that one time then huh? I’m not gonna make him race me.

Or if I did, and I crushed him, I wouldn’t say my sport is better, I’d say oh right I’m on a horse, they big. If he won at 50 yards and I won at 200 yards and at 5 miles and he won at 50 miles, I’d say wow, it’s like a bike and a horse are good at different things in different situations.

Different kinds of hockey aren’t as different as that, but my point is that it’s possible for two things with two different goals to have two different ways of doing them well. And someone coming over from one thing to judge how you’re doing the other is silly.

Another question to think about:

If international hockey is easy, why do North Americans who go to the KHL also suck?

I don’t think your dad has heard their stories, because let’s be clear I don’t think your dad knows international hockey, but those players exist and have the same darn struggle as Russians in the NHL.

Now, your dad could argue that that’s because we’re pitting North American D-listers who have to go to the KHL against a league of Russia’s A-listers, but frankly that’s offensive to Amur, who’ve assembled a crack team of Russian D-listers and are also very bad.

Americans who go to Russia don’t immediately dominate with scoring. They take a while to learn the game, and then they start to excel in the ways that you can excel in the KHL’s game.

why have Russian players historically struggled?

We’ve seen individual players have trouble adapting. We’ve also seen Alex Ovechkin, so, you know, he fucks any generalization. Kucherov’s doing okay. Svech sure looks alright.

Russian players make up a very small percent of the NHL today. “Russian NHLers” is barely a big enough test group to sample flavors of toothpaste, much less make sweeping claims about people’s experiences.

And there are so few of them because historically speaking, Russia is real big and not real friendly to North American business interests (which is what NHL teams are), so NHL teams don’t maintain scouts there.

Can you name a player from East Russia? I guarantee it’s not cause there’s no ice there! But it’s a wild huge amount of space to cover. When KHL teams take days and–I can’t stress this enough, have repeatedly died in travel accidents–just to get to games, the NHL is not investing in that.

The NHL doesn’t try to draft Russians unless they’ve already made a name for themselves at international tournaments. Imagine if only the Canadian boys who got to go to Worlds and scored points there were on anyone’s radar. The NHL’s business model is to get quick dibs on obvious talent and let the rest bubble up.

Which is one of many things that makes the modern NHL and NHL fans’ devotion to the draft difficult. There are good reasons that some kids go undrafted who are as good as the drafted kids, so fans have the idea that non North Americans who are left to develop are devalued. (The idea that anyone should be ready for the NHL right out of the draft is really new and really, really wild, like, biologically-speaking. 18 years is the age you can sign a contract, it has nothing to do with your physiological or athletic development).

Big question: does your dad like international hockey? Does he follow the Swedish or Russian leagues? Does he like William Nylander?

You say ‘that’s a different story’ but honestly I think that is the story.

Because if we agreed that actually, Nylander is talented at some things, then the argument that anything Nylander does well must be easy to do doesn’t make sense. It’s a bit like seeing Nylander ride a bike and asking why he couldn’t ride that pony. Maybe Nylander is better at one thing than the other thing. This rests on Nylander being bad, and/or Swedish hockey being bad.

If your dad is honest, he doesn’t like William Nylander, and he doesn’t like Swedish hockey. And that’s fine! He didn’t have to justify that.

But he is back-engineering an argument to justify not liking them that rests on already not liking them.

And he’s kind of digging at the value of anyone who likes what he doesn’t approve of: “easy” is a heavy word. The implication is almost that Nylander is worse for doing something “easy” well but being too lazy to work hard in North America

I swear if I get a single comment asking me to think about Nylander beyond his hair I am turning this blog around

Your dad isn’t behaving well in this argument. Relatable, but not well.

I’m not saying shame your dad! I hope he’s otherwise great. But I encourage you to ask questions that encourage him to self-reflect, more than trying to feed him facts. Mostly because that won’t work. And it won’t be a failure on your part when you don’t say the perfect facts in the perfect way to make him acknowledge them. This is between him and his hockey gods, you know?

I think a lot of us could stand to learn not to argue like he’s doing, but a lot of us could stand to learn how to talk to someone who is arguing unfairly without taking too much on ourselves, trying to justify what we like back to them when neither of you have to justify shit.

So if it will bring you joy to shove these points at him, good luck, have a ball. If not, go watch some Swedes be good at Swedish hockey, and have a blast.

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kirinda-ondo · 5 years

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Rant/tell me about Cobalt and why u love him so much??

Ok so this is probably going to get very long, and very, very cheesy, and I hope y’all are ready for this.

Cobalt is a very special character to me and is absolutely my favorite character of all time, from anything in the history of ever. It doesn’t matter what other fandom I’m hyperfixated on or what character I’m saying is my son at the moment, if you bring him up at any time, in any context I will be there.

So you’re probably wondering how I got here.

Once upon a time, it was 2009 and I was a young weeaboo, constantly absorbing everything anime or manga I could. I had just come out from the Astro Boy movie, and I immediately wanted to watch the source material. I’d already seen a bit of it on adult swim when they were running an Astro Boy marathon, but I had to go to bed at 11:30 then so I didn’t get to see much. So this time, I went to youtube and I found all the (dubbed) episodes of the 60s series. (Sadly you can’t find them all there anymore and it’s a crying shame).

I basically marathoned them, but over in the sidebar where the recommendations were, I kept seeing the thumbnail for part 2 or 3 (this was back when youtube only let you post 10 minute videos and you had to watch anime in 3 parts) of the episode “Brother Jetto.” You could plainly see him, and so it was clear this was supposed to be Astro’s brother. I thought it was neat that Astro even had a brother, as I’d only known about Uran before. I wanted to know more, but I promised myself I wouldn’t skip ahead. Though it was very tempting at times, I stuck to my guns and watched all 83 episodes up to that point.

However, it was not actually love at first sight. When I finally got to this episode 84, I wasn’t really impressed. “Wow, he’s kind of annoying, what��s the point?” I had thought like a fool, but I was still willing to accept him as part of the canon, as I figured I’d be seeing a lot more of him now that he had been introduced. After all, that’s what they did with Uran! But then…. that pretty much didn’t happen at all, which I thought was kind of weird. After all, why introduce a new sibling if he’s not going to show up again?

But then I got to the episode “A Deep, Deep Secret” about 6 episodes later, and I found myself a little relieved that he wasn’t completely canned. Upon watching that episode, I’d found that he’d started to grow on me a bit, but he still wasn’t my favorite. However, the trend of him being gone for several episodes only to show up once in a blue moon continued until I’d run out of episodes. I moved on to the 80s series next (and then the 2003 series) having learned that Cobalt had been replaced by Atlas as Astro’s brother. While I enjoyed those series (the 80s one a bit moreso than the 2003 one), I found myself kind of missing Astro’s dingus brother that had barely seemed to get a chance. After marathoning all the series (at the time), I started doing some googling and found out he had a slightly better run in the undubbed Japanese episodes (which was also how I discovered AB-O! Hi fandom!) and I’d learned a lot more about him. But the most important thing I’d learned was that I was in fact very emotionally invested in this character now and I was in deep.

Mind you at this time the undubbed Japanese episodes were nearly impossible to find without purchasing the complete DVD set and a player that could play them (on account of the fact that the set was region locked from western DVD players) so for years I sat wondering more about what those Japanese episodes were like, as the forums only had plot summaries with a handful of screencaps to go off of. Nowadays you can watch all the undubbed (and sadly unsubbed) episodes here but 13 year old me did not have the knowledge to do foreign language googling at the time.

But still, my Cobalt-loving heart wanted more, so I scoured the English speaking internet for whatever I could find, official or fanmade. Official content was virtually nonexistent, and the amount of fanmade content, I could count on one hand. The general fan consensus at the time seemed to be “Who the hell is Cobalt” or “Eh, whatever,” which was a far cry from how it is now. But being horribly deprived back then, I did the only thing I could: I combed through the dub for every episode he was in, coming up with a whopping total of…..four (well technically five but in that one he’s literally only in the last five seconds with no animation or lines), and I watched them religiously. I could pretty much quote Cobalt’s debut episode by heart. (For the record I can no longer do this to the extent I used to, but should the opportunity arise, I can still quote large chunks of it).

As I did this and learned more about him in my desperate googling, I started developing jokes for what would become my first silly comics, for which I am known in this fandom for. The art and writing for these was….. painful, to say the least, so I don’t even like to think about it, but as I’d already had a decently sized following from drawing silly (read: bad) Sonic comics, they caught on decently well, and I’d even managed to drag my friend and son down with me into Cobalt Hell™. Together, we made a group for Cobalt fans on deviantart (which is still up, but I no longer run it, as I deactivated the account that modded it without transferring ownership, so now it’s likely a wild west hellscape that I’m a little scared to look at).

This seemed to help do the trick though, as Cobalt fans were slowly coming out of the woodwork and appreciating this good boy. On and off I’d spread my yelling about Cobalt (and my silly drawings) to different platforms like the Astro Boy forums and tumblr, and even as I got into different things, after awhile, things kinda grew without me. Now I’m not gonna be out here claiming I built this city myself with my own two hands, as a lot of people got dragged into this hell of their own accord, but I do like to think my, umm….passion at least helped generate some interest, and I can’t help but be proud of how far this fandom has come from “Who the hell is Cobalt” to “Look at this good boy, I love him” and literally all the other Cobalt fans I’ve met have been the coolest people (in general, not just because of their good taste).

I think what really changed my life though was when AprilSeven, a mod on the Astro Boy forum and also probably the original Cobalt fan, as she’d seen the 60s version back when it was originally airing, finally got a hold of the undubbed Japanese episodes, and graciously allowed me and a few of the other big-name Cobalt fans get in on that action, and boy howdy, the screenshots and plot summaries really did not do these episodes justice (at least in terms of Cobalt content). My understanding of him as a character expanded like tenfold, and my appreciation of him expanded even more than that.

…Which brings me into a nice segue in which I shift more into just exactly why I like Cobalt so much. Yes, there’s more. I warned y'all, this was gonna be a Pandora’s Box that could not be closed once it was opened.

I honestly just find him a joy to watch. A lot of what made him grow on me was just how funny he is. I’m a sucker for comic relief characters in general, and he has a personality that lends itself to comedy. In the anime version, he’s literally introduced right out the gate as being kind of a dingus. He’s naive, he’s way too trusting of obviously suspicious people, he’s easily confused, he’s easily distracted, he’s a klutz, and he just… regularly destroys the laws of physics and/or the fourth wall just because. Sometimes he also gets weird ideas in his head to do things that could have been done a completely different, easier way and weirdly enough, it actually kind of winds up working? It’s so fun to watch him approach problems because he’s just… so far out there sometimes.

But beyond being absolutely weird and hilarious, he’s just a really sweet kid. He doesn’t like to fight, he wants to make friends with everyone and everything, he will drop literally anything he’s doing, no matter how important it is, to help someone in need, he’s good with babies and small children and puppies (sometimes), he would fight (and sacrifice himself) for his family, and just means well even if he tends to bungle things up and make them worse sometimes. Honestly, and this is gonna sound dumb, but he helped me be a better person. I used to be an absolute asshole when I was younger, but once I’d gotten into Cobalt Hell™, I was like “I wanna be that sweet and good (but with a better sense of stranger danger)” and I made that effort and did that shit.

That being said though, he’s not perfect, and I wouldn’t want him to be. His flaws, though they kind of give him the short end of the stick in life, are a lot of why I find him so endearing. All the naivety and confusion and general lack of coordination I mentioned before aside, he’s honestly just really relatable. He’ll say jokes so bad that Uran wants to punch him, he’ll opt out of the plot because he doesn’t want to get out of bed, he’ll fight with his siblings over silly petty things, he’ll get frustrated if he tries something and it doesn’t go his way, he’ll absolutely partake in his siblings’ mischief (if not start it sometimes), and just so much more. He just feels like a kid you would know (or maybe a kid that you were at one point) and I really appreciate that about him.

Unfortunately, the canon was not kind to Cobalt, and I think a lot of that comes from Osamu Tezuka just… not knowing what to do with him after making him? Like in the manga, he was just kind of created as a really rushed contingency plan because they thought Astro was missing. Sure, he was taken in as part of the family afterward, but not many appearances later, he was killed off in a firey explosion… Until Tezuka decided to change his mind and let him live in the end. His grave’s still there though. He gets to see it. I know it’s a framing device to explain the circumstances of Cobalt’s retconned death but it’s kind of fucked up to let a boy see his own grave..

Even being brought back, Cobalt didn’t get to do very much. He’d get some good scenes with Uran, but a lot of the time, he was sort of just relegated to filling up space in the background, provided he actually survived til the end of the chapter. When he wasn’t getting forgotten by the plot and thusly zapped out of existence, he would wind up sacrificing himself in some way that wouldn’t allow him to continue to take part in the plot anymore (be it parts, energy, etc.) The most painfully egregious example of this is in the chapter “Youth Gas.” Astro and Cobalt are convinced to fight each other to the “death.” They’re not really dead, but Ochanomizu says they are and can’t be repaired. At first, there’s mourning for “two of the world’s greatest robots,” but then we see a funeral service in which only Astro’s body is shown and his parents are only mourning him, completely forgetting Cobalt exists. He’s never seen again for the rest of the chapter. Now I would assume this is just a writing mistake, but it really does make it look like Cobalt’s own parents wouldn’t even bat an eye if he died, so there’s that.

The anime isn’t quite as horrible, and it is kind enough to give Cobalt a more prominent role once he finally shows up (even getting a handful of focus episodes!), but he doesn’t go unscathed either. In this version, he has the misfortune of being created by Dr. Umataro “Father of the Year” Tenma before Astro was made and was scrapped because, to quote dub!Ochan, “his electronic brain wasn’t as perfect as Dr. [Tenma] wanted.” (read: he thought Cobalt was a dumbass). Cobalt is eventually found and brought into the family, but because he still winds up not being relevant to the plot a lot of the time, he is once again zapped out of the existence and looks like a victim of child neglect. As a result, he gets left out of family vacations and holidays, even in favor of Chi-tan, who is usually even higher on the scale of irrelevant Astro Boy characters. Unlike Astro, Cobalt doesn’t have any consistent friends to even remotely justify what he could possibly be doing offscreen by himself, so it just kind of implies a very sad and lonely existence in-universe.

And of course, the final, meta blow that literally every fan of Cobalt is still despairing about to this day: basically being yeeted out of the canon. After the 60s series, he disappeared off the face of the earth until 2015 when some lovely soul decided to bring him back for Peeping Life TV: Season 1?? (The question marks are part of the title). He’d be referenced again a couple years later in Atom: The Beginning, and will be here for the game Eshigami no Kizuna sometime in 2019 as a… moe anime girl. That’s a little weird, but I’m hoping these sorts of weird appearances will mean a trend toward putting him back in the canon (and hopefully being treated better).

It just hurts my heart to see such a good character get treated like this by canon. He deserves way better and it just seems really clear to me that Tezuka didn’t really know what to do with him. I feel like he has a lot of potential as a character, though. Regardless of what origin you pick for him, Cobalt is essentially existing as a worse version of Astro. I feel like you could have some good character development regarding how he would feel about himself in relation to Astro in sort of a parallel to how Astro might feel about himself in relation to Tobio, the person he was based off of. You could go some neat places with these sort of questions about identity and expectations, I think. Or if you want to just do something funny because your character arcs are getting too real now, you can just let Cobalt do some silly shit. He’s a versatile character!

I’ve done all this rambling and now I’m not really sure how to wrap all this up, so umm

Cobalt is a good boy and deserves better, please hire me Tezuka Productions, and thank you for coming to my TED Talk

#cobalt collection #kateh rambles #i feel like there's probably more i could have rambled about believe it or not but this is already so long.......

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bourbonboredom · 5 years

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A Reason To Believe Chapter 6

Being an undercover officer is a perilous job and Flip Zimmerman knows this far too well. He keeps his romantic life limited to one-night stands, never letting anyone get too close. That all starts to change when he meets a vivacious Jewish woman named Elle just as he’s about to take on a seriously dangerous undercover job; infiltrating the KKK. Elle and his undercover work make him question things he’d never thought to before and challenge him to see the world, and himself, in a whole new light.

A Flip x OC Fic

Word Count: 4,339

Warnings: brief N$FW moment, brief mention of violence

When I'm with you

It doesn't matter where we are

Or what we're doing

I'm with you, that's all that matters

(x)

Flip was surprised when he ran his tongue over his lip and it brushed his mustache. He was trying to get a stray crumb but instead was met with the taste of pussy. Elle's pussy. Guess he missed a spot when washing his face that morning. He fought back a grunt as the tartness melted on his tongue, a reminder of his night. And the night before that. And the night before that.

After he'd spent that first night over in Elle's apartment, he was there almost every night for the next few weeks. The only time he elected to stay at his own place was when his undercover case had him up at weird hours. He'd go back to his lonely apartment, sad to sleep in an empty bed. He used to purposefully wake up before his date, prying himself from their bed and leaving before they even noticed.

He was a big guy and would prefer to have the bed to himself. But the way Elle's body curled up next to his just felt right. He'd wake up to the smell of her hair and the feeling of silky skin under his hand. If anything, it made it harder to leave in the morning. But he could control himself, he assured himself. They both had jobs to do, no sleeping in allowed.

He'd be fine at work most of the day, paperwork kept his mind busy. But little things brought his thoughts back to Elle. He'd catch a whiff of her perfume on his collar, or a stray piece of hair on his shirt, or her cum in his mustache.

He'd fought he urge to call her the first week and a half or so. He'd see her later in the day, there was no point of stopping what he was doing to call over to the hospital. It wasn't until his job kept him from seeing her for three days did he finally swallow his pride and call.

Jimmy had caught him at his desk. Flip thought everyone had gone to lunch, and used it as an excuse to 'call the hospital' to 'get more info on Kukowski's medical status'.

"You're smilin' an awful lot to be asking about a perp's condition," His partners eyebrows were raised as he clutched his coffee mug.

"It's confidential, if you'll excuse me for a minute," He put his hand over the phone so Elle couldn't hear, though the giggling in the background made him think she still could.

"You're talking to that cute nurse aren't you?" Jimmy's smile took up his whole face.

Flip furrowed his brow.

"Thank you for the update ma'am, have a nice day," He put on his authoritative voice, making Elle laugh harder on the other end.

"Alright officer, you too. I'll see you at the diner tonight," She responded before the line disconnected.

He hung up the phone and stood up to get more coffee from the break room.

"Get all the information you needed detective Zimmerman?" His partner called behind him, voice full of smug glee.

He was just met with a middle finger as Flip left the room.

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"I wanna take you out," He mumbled against her breast.

Post-coitus, Flip had taken to resting his head on her chest. It gave her easy access to run her fingers through his hair, and let him use her breasts as pillows as he came down from his high.

"Like a date? We were just at the diner yesterday," She reminded him.

"No, like a real date. We can go to this nice Italian place on my side of town. They have candles on the tables and they dim the lights and stuff,"

"I mean if you want to. I don't think I've been on a real date in like a year," She mused, fingers scraping along his scalp in a soothing motion. He was practically purring under her touch.

“I’d say it’s just about time then,”

“When was the last time you went on a date? A real one, not picking up a girl at a bar,” She turned her head so she could look at him.

Her curls, which had been fanned across the pillow moments before, were gathered in to a braid and thrown over her shoulder. He was playing with the end of it, dragging the hair across her skin and watching her try not to act ticklish.

“I don’t know, maybe a couple of years ago?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t like the question, but why aren’t you married?”

His head rose from her chest as he propped himself up with his elbows. He looked at her, analyzing her face as he thought about how to answer.

“I am married. You’re my mistress, didn’t you know?”

“Phillip,” She rolled her eyes. “I’m serious. You’re a great guy, respectful, good in bed, you got a good job, I can’t figure out how you haven’t been snatched up,”

“I’m married to my job is the short answer. Being on the force is hard. I work long hours, I can’t always be there, and I have to keep a lot of secrets,” He bit at his lip as he thought of what he wanted to say next.

There were some things he wasn’t quite ready to share with her, mainly that he was an undercover officer and not just a regular guy on the force. If they were truly keeping things casual, he wanted to keep her away from the more dangerous aspects of his job. If they kept this going and got more serious, he pledged to himself to have an honest conversation about his position, and what it could mean for their relationship.

“I had a long time girlfriend when I joined the force. Linda. We started dating right before I was accepted at the academy. She helped me through it, staying up studying with me, going to my graduation. My mom kept asking me when I was going to propose. I thought I wanted to, maybe in the next year or so. But police work kept getting harder. I’d be working long nights, had to cancel a few dates. Linda was okay with it at first, but it kept happening. I’d try to make it up to her, but I was new to the team and a lot of the grunt work would fall on me. Eventually she broke up with me, said she couldn’t take it anymore. She never knew where I was or if I was safe or whether she was going to see me that night. I understood, tried to tell her it would get better, but I knew I couldn't make her happy anymore,”

“So I kept on with work, tried dating a few other girls after that but it was the same problem. They wanted me home for dinner every night and being a detective just doesn’t allow for that. Flings have just been easier,”

He didn’t realize he’d looked away from her while speaking, vulnerability bubbling up in his chest as he spoke. He looked back at her to see she’d been watching him the whole time. Her brow was slightly furrowed and her eyes tinged with sadness.

“I’m sorry that happened,” She started. “You deserve someone who understands,”

“You have pretty well,” He offered.

“My job is just similar is all. Long shifts, late nights. It’s a pain in the ass to work around, you just gotta find the right person. I thought I had, back in Indiana. I was seeing this guy, Abe. He worked at the university nearby and never complained about my job. He was the first guy who didn’t immediately try to get me to quit and become a housewife. He seemed to get that my job was important to me, that I really love what I do,”

“But?” Flip asked. Elle sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

“But once I got the opportunity to come work here in Colorado things started to change. Abe even talked about moving with me at one point, him getting a job at a state college down here. But the closer the moving date got, the more keen to stay in Indiana he was. It was just talk to him, a fantasy. He never really intended on moving, and never thought i’d actually want to go. When he realized what I really wanted, he begged me to stay with him. He gave me his grandmother’s wedding ring and asked me to marry him,”

“He didn’t really know you all that well then, huh?”

“No, I guess not,” Elle let out a dry laugh. “If I wanted to marry him, I would have by then. I think he thought it was romantic, a sweeping declaration of love. It really just cemented my decision to leave. I gave him the ring back and told him I was sorry. I took a Greyhound to here a week later,”

“I guess we’re both married to out jobs then,” Flip set his head back down on her chest.

“I do have to wear white everyday,” She noted, stifling a laugh. He chuckled at her joke along with her.

“We don’t have to worry about labels or anything right now. We’re just two busy adults having a good time with one another. No weddings or family heirlooms involved,” He assured her, his hand reaching up to play with the pendant sitting near the hollow of her throat.

“You’re the only guy I’m seeing right now,” He could feel the vibrations from her voice as she spoke. “I’m okay with this being more casual, but I thought you should know,”

“You’re the only girl I’m seeing right now,” He left out the part where even if there were others, he’d drop them in an instant to be with her. He knew he should take it slow, for both their sake, but he couldn't help but feel this was a little more emotionally invested than just having a good time together.

“Wow, we’re really bad at this,” She teased. “So, as two casual-but-currently-monogamous professionals, when is the best time for us to go on a date?,”

“Maybe Saturday night after you get off work? I can pick you up,” He knew he'd be meeting ‘the organization’ at Felix's house earlier that day. It would be his first meeting with the whole bunch, but he didn't expect it to last into the night.

“Only if we go dutch with the check,” She pointed at him.

"Of course," his palm rubbed against her bare breast catching her nipple. “Now do you think we can fit one more round in before midnight?”

She gasped under his touch, giving him a sly smirk before pulling him into round three for the night.

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If Flip knew he was going to spend his Saturday being forced to take a lie detector test at gunpoint, listen to his partner throw a rock through the window of a klansman's house, and then have to chase after said klansman to make sure his partner wasn't shot, he would have chosen a different night for his date with Elle.

But here he was, heart rate still trying to even itself as he drove home hours later. He would've been fine if Ron didn't throw a rock through the window of Felix's house. He would’ve talked his way out somehow. What was he even thinking? A black man instigating an attack while the house was crawling with armed white supremacists? He'd spoken to him about it at the station after he left Felix's, it didn't go great.

Ron was more focused on trying to make Flip impassioned about the cause. Trying to get him to feel the same way as he did, even though that wasn't him. He didn't let personal stuff get in the way of his work, he couldn't if he wanted to do a good job.

“Doesn’t that hatred you’ve been hearing the Klan say doesn’t that piss you off?” Ron had asked him in the dimly lit records room before they headed out for the weekend.

“Of course it does,” He’d responded. It was an easy question to answer, but it felt much more complicated under the surface.

“Then why you acting like you ain’t got skin in the game, brother?”

The Rookie’s words were frustrating. He didn’t understand what it was like for Flip growing up. His family pushing away their religion and their culture to fit in, until they were left with nothing but a name and some disregarded family heirlooms hidden away in the closet. Him never feeling like he really fit in with his Christian classmates, but also unable to relate to any Jewish people he met. He was always stuck in some middle ground, somewhere between what his parents wanted him to be and what they tried to keep from him.

Of course he had skin in the game, when the Klan talked about hating Jews, they were talking about his family. They were talking about Eliana. They were talking about him. Ron wasn’t considering how maybe it was so easy for him to slip into the roll of ‘White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, cherry pie, hot dog, white boy’ because it was all he ever knew. It’s not like he’s parading around with these racists and heading on home to Shabbat after, he knew nothing about the culture the Klan hated him for being apart of.

“Rookie, that’s my fucking business,” He gritted out, making direct eye contact with Ron. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore, especially not with his partner.

“It’s our business,” Ron responded.

Fuck that. He left him standing there in the back of the room as he lit a cigarette. It’d help calm him down.

Flip took a deep breath in an attempt to clear out all feelings from his work. He decided to focus on the night ahead. A date with Elle. A real date with Elle. He'd picked out his clothes earlier that day, his nerves getting the better of him. The black slacks and white polyester shirt were lying on his bed with a pair of dress shoes on the floor.

He slipped out of his work clothes and took a quick shower before re-dressing, his large hands buttoning the shirt with a practiced ease. He took a look in the mirror, smoothing down his damp hair into his usual center part before adjusting his cuffs.

All he could think when he looked at his reflection was of Felix pointing the gun to his head. It wasn't the first time it had happened. He'll, he'd been to war before he was on the force. And he'd been an undercover officer for the last three years, he'd had his fair share of close calls. But this was different. That gun wasn't to his head because of something completely out of his control; his heritage. Something he didn't even see as a big part of him.

What would have happened if they somehow found out who he really was? Would he have been shot over something so trivial? Was it trivial if someone wanted to kill him over it? He wasn't even a practicing Jew. But would that have mattered?

He laced up the dress shoes and shrugged on his sherpa jacket before leaving his quiet apartment to pick up his date. He tried hard to push his work out of his mind, turning up the radio to let a Chicago song take up the overworked parts of his brain.

Time passes much too quickly

When we're together laughing

I wish I could sing it to you, oh no

I wish I could sing it to you

He pulled up to Elle's right as she was walking out the front door. She beamed as she saw his car pull up. He put it in park and was about to climb out to open the door for her when she yelled over for him to stay inside.

Perplexed, he sat in the drivers seat as she got in the car and settled in the passengers side.

"You don't need to get out of the car just to get back in, I can open a dumb door by myself," She explained, giving him a peck on the cheek after.

"If you insist," He caught her face before she turned away, pulling her into a longer kiss on the lips.

She hummed with content as his lips pressed against hers, an emotion he felt himself. The world disappeared for a second, his problems evaporating when he could smell her perfume permeating the air around them.

They broke apart and it took him a moment to drift back to reality. With one hand on the wheel and one hand resting with hers in the median, he drove off toward their destination.

Giuseppe's Italian Restaurant was a tiny whole-in-the-wall joint, with decor that hadn't been updated since they opened in 1940. But they had some of the best reviews in the city.

Flip let Elle get out of the car on her own, taking a good look at her outfit for the night. Her hair was down, her dark curls contrasting against her fair skin. Her necklace rested against her clavicle as always. She was wearing a floral dress, made of a flowing material. The neckline was tight and plunged, showing a fair amount of skin, but the skirt came to mid-calf and was gathered. It wasn't something he'd ever picture her wearing but she looked fantastic.

"A dress?" He placed his hand on her lower back as they walked toward the entrance. "Weren't you just protesting by wearing pants to work?"

"I'm not at work, am I? I can clean up nice from time to time," She wore a sly smile as they were escorted to their table.

Wine was ordered with dinner, the plates of food so big that they had to move the candle to the side of the small table. Everything was going great, the two of them talking in hushed tones and laughing in not-so hushed ones. They picked off each other's plates, earning the occasional side-eye from some of the more refined diners. Elle would raise an eyebrow at them and they'd turn their attention back to their own table.

He was about to take another bite of pasta when he saw a man walk by the window who looked awfully familiar. Blonde hair, slight build, gaunt face, Felix-like. Flips blood suddenly ran cold. His eyes trained on the front window as the man walked by, trying to get a better look at him.

The man walked by, not bothering to look inside the restaurant. After a few seconds of studying his face, Flip determined it wasn't Felix. He breathed a sigh of relief, trying to yet again push the image of a gun to his head out of his mind.

"Flip?" He heard his voice called.

He turned his head back to the table to see Elle staring at him, brow furrowed. She'd rested her hand on top of his, something he hadn't even felt her do.

"You drifted for a moment there, are you feeling okay?" She asked.

“Yeah, just thought I saw someone from work, sorry about that,"

"Do you want to leave? We can eat the rest of this later if you'd like,"

"No, no, let's finish our date. I'm fine, really," He squeezed her hand, hoping to reassure her.

She gave him a look before continuing to eat. They filled the next couple of minutes with small talk, his mind still half at work as he thought about what happened at Felix's.

"Tell me more about your family," He found himself saying.

"Uh, what do you want to know?" She asked, looking at him with uncertainty.

"Why did they come to America? You said it was before the way right? Why America?"

"It's the land of opportunity. Coming from 1930s Germany, where they weren't even considered to be citizens, America was a paradise,"

"How were they not citizens?"

"Jews weren't citizens under the Nuremberg laws. Even if they'd lived in the country for generations, like my family. Before the war even started, dozens of restrictions were put on Jews to prevent them from contributing. We had to identify our businesses, we had to be in a registry, we couldn't marry outside our race-"

Flip's brain clicked. Jews were considered a race, not always just a religion. He knew this, but something in the way Elle spoke of it brought back memories of events he hadn’t really considered before. The way "Jew" was said by kids in grade school on the playground. The way it was said in a hushed tone by his mother's Bridge Club when she's host them at their house after carefully hiding all family relics. The way it was spat like venom by members of the Klan, said like it was the lowest thing a person could be.

"What were the Nuremberg laws?" He asked.

"What are they teaching out here?" She half-muttered, looking concerned. "They were laws to systematically enforce discrimination against Jews. The holocaust didn't happen overnight, the government worked for years to get Germany to see us as inferior. These laws prevented us from working and socializing outside our communities. Many fled, like my mother and father. They left in 1937, and had to give up most of their wealth in order to be allowed to emigrate. The rest of the family stayed behind, and were eventually taken to the camps,"

She grimaced as she spoke, rubbing her pendant between her fingers.

"My mother's brother was the only survivor we know of our family. He came to the US to live with us after he was liberated. I'd never met him before the war but mama says he wasn't the same when he came to live with us. He rarely talked about his time in the camps, and held a lot of survivors guilt. He watched everyone around him die, I can't imagine what he had to do to survive,"

She had looked down while talking, and looked back up at Flip when she finished, seeming startled.

"Sorry, this is really heavy conversation for a date,"

"No, I was the one who asked. I guess there are a lot of things they don't teach about the holocaust in school,"

"It's a shonda, how can people be expected to learn from it if they don't even know about it?" She slapped her hand on the table, drawing another look from a nearby table.

"They teach enough for it to never happen again," He said

"I hope you're right," She sounded unconvinced. "But either way, my family came here with next to nothing. At least they got here, a lot of people who tried to come to America as refugees were turned away at the border. They had to go back to Europe, where many died during the war. My parents were fortunate to have friends here to help get them on their feet,"

"I don't really know where my family came from. My grandparents on my fathers side came from Russia, but my mother never talked about her family. She said they'd passed away when I was a baby. We didn't really talk much in my family if you can't tell," He tried to make light of the situation.

"Maybe you could find some records at your parent's house. Or you could talk to your grandparents, if they're still alive,"

"They're not, but my parents inherited a bunch of their stuff, so I could ask," He said, thinking to himself about how that might go. They should be more open to talking about family stuff. He was an adult for fucks sake.

He considered how different his life was from Elle's. An assimilated military family in middle America versus an immigrant family from the biggest melting pot city in the world. Vastly different lives that somehow became connected. He caresses her hand with his thumb as he took it all in. The two of them sitting in this tiny restaurant in the candle light, talking about their lives openly.

"I like you, Eliana, a lot," He confessed, unable to find the words to fully express his feelings.

"I like you too, Phillip,” She stopped the movement of his thumb so she could hold his hand. "And this date is nice, but I can think of some place I'd rather be,"

"Oh?"

She leaned across the table, lowering her voice for his ears only.

"In my bed, with you on top of me, fucking me into the mattress until dawn,"

He was grateful his hair covered his ears because they for sure just turned red. He felt his cock stir in his pants, his hips shifting to try to adjust.

"Were in public, you know that right?" He smirked, lacing his fingers with hers.

"I can't help it if I want you in me 24/7," She pouted, letting her big brown eyes work him over.

"Is that so?" He leaned forward, letting his lips press against her ear as he spoke.

"If you want my fat cock in you, you're gonna have to listen closely Trouble. We're going to get out of here, get in my car and drive home. You're gonna be a good girl, I can't be getting pulled over by a coworker because you can't keep your hands to yourself,"

Her breath hitched as he continued.

"When we get back to your place, I suggest you take that dress off before I tear it off you. And then you'll get what you want, do you understand me?"

"Ten-four, detective," She whispered.

A few seconds later he felt her bare foot ghost over his lap. She must have taken off her heel while he was talking, and was now rubbing him through the fabric. The little minx. He raised an eyebrow at her, holding her foot steady with his hand. He was suddenly thankful the tablecloths were long.

"You said I couldn't touch you in the car, were not quite there yet, are we?" Her eyes glinted and her mouth twisted into a devilish smile.

"Check please!" He choked out.

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NOTES

There aren’t a ton of notes for this chapter, its more of just dissecting Flip’s feelings and struggle with understanding his identity. Where Elle grew up very sure in her cultural/religious identity, Flip didn’t really “grow up Jewish” as he mentioned in the movie. I think he’d definitely struggle with his identity, especially when confronted with so much hate regarding it.

Here’s a basic idea of what Elle’s dress might look like (center dress)

I mentioned the Nuremberg Laws in chapter 4, but if you want to hear about the atrocities of the holocaust listen to the Mengele episodes from Last Podcast On The Left. It’s a three-part series and a little hard to stomach at times. I have a pretty strong stomach when it comes to true crime but this one got me a few times where I had to take a break (definite TW).

A shonda is yiddish for a disgrace/scandal. Its great vocab for overdramatic people such as I.

Thanks for reading!

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