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levshany · 6 months

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Tandem, this is an AU in which the Collector possesses Philip, and there are a lot of things happening afterwards. but now we’ll just retell how it basically started

@angstyhikka drew a couple of arts and helped me with coloring

This is an alternative development of events after the ending of the fanfic “At The Dawn of The Light” (it's not finished yet, but there is already an AU from the ending, yes). The idea belongs to @lasymit, and I (Lev) picked it up :3

Before King's Tide, all events take place according to canon. And then the following changes occur: the witches capture Philip and lock him in a cave in the Titan's skull. The draining spell is stopped without the help of the Collector, but he himself is not found. His mirror remains lying at the bottom of the pit.

For 10 years, Philip was under a sleeping spell. Everything would be fine, but when the Hexside squad wakes up Philip to make him help them with one super important problem, not only does he become mischievous but he also has problems in his head now. Luz and the team think that Philip is manipulating them (you can't blame them for this, Philip is Philip, even with a leaky memory and a leaking roof, he manages to be such an asshole), and therefore they torture him to force him to cooperate with them.

While Philip was sleeping, a cozy corner appeared in his head, in which there was nothing but a green hill, a small house and an apple tree. There, Philip, in his child form, lives with Caleb, who is a figment of his sick mind. During his 10 years in this mindscape, Philip convinced himself that this was reality. And the Boiling Isles, the cave and the witches who torture him are an endless nightmare. Because, on the Boiling Isles, he sometimes remembers that he killed his brother. But this simply cannot be reality.

At some point, Luz and Hunter realize that Philip is not pretending that he is seriously ill and no matter how much he denies it, he needs help, and they soften towards him somewhat. Although both have rather mixed feelings towards their dementia grandpa.

Even in the moments when Philip remembers himself fully enough, his attitude towards the Boiling Isles, Luz, Hunter and even his own mission has changed greatly in any case. He no longer cares about the destruction of witches and revenge for his brother. Philip is tired. Deadly tired. All he wants to do is sleep. He slept for ten years, and this was perhaps the first time in decades of his life that he felt peace and happiness.

While he is in this state, it happens that he encounter the Collector. This is a difficult meeting for both of them, but it all ends with the forgiveness of all grievances. They both don't want to lose each other now. The collector is still locked in the disk, but Philip has the opportunity to let his friend into his subconscious. Seeing the deplorable state of Philip's mind, he decides that he must help - after all, Philip is still his only friend. Collie asks Philip not to go to "sleep" forever, but Philip replies that he has no joy in waking up here. All he dreams of is never returning to the world of the Boiling Islands. The collector, frightened that his only friend is about to leave him, possesses Philip and promises him that he will get them both out of this nightmare.

This is how Tandem's story begins

a huge amount of detail has been omitted to avoid spoilers for "The Dawn". if you wanna learn more go check the fanfic *wink wink*

#by the way their name is Colibri #toh #the owl house #toh tandem au #phillip wittebane #toh phillip #toh collector #collector possess #toh colibri #toh tandem #my comic #my art

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multific · 5 months

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Mine, Yours

Alpha!Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Omega!Reader

Alpha/Beta/Omega Universe

Warnings: swearing, oral, +18!!!

You felt his anger.

Your alpha was angry.

And you knew just exactly why. Graves thought it would be a fun prank to start flirting with you. While you were sitting right next to your mate!

Philip must have gone insane, you knew he liked to tease the boys but this was a new level.

But soon, he messed up very very badly.

When he said "I bet you I would be a better Alpha to you." it was over.

Everyone saw it coming when Johnny threw a punch at him. Graves didn't even have time to react as he fell backwards with his chair. Simon, who sat next to him just took another sip of his drink, unbothered.

"Say that again and I will make sure you will regret even being born!" Johnny was mad, you have never seen him so angry.

It both scared and turned you on.

Another punch was thrown at Graves because he said something you didn't hear. Your focus was now on Johnny.

You stood up, making everyone look at you.

"Let's go home." you said but Johnny didn't listen. You knew it was time for the big guns. "Alpha, please take me home." you said with your best submissive voice, and it finally worked.

It almost even made Simon stand up but he had to remind himself, you weren't his.

Johnny quickly scooped you up and ran out of the bar.

Simon also stood up, leaving Graves on the floor as he headed to the bar to ask for another Bourbon.

You heard Johnny mumbling something to himself, you understood a couple words such as, dickhead, asshole and something about a hole in his head.

But you knew better than to say a word.

You just let him carry you back home, rubbing his back to hopefully calm him a little.

Johnny had only one weakness, your Omega, you.

And although you were a strong woman, you also knew that Johnny liked the innocent type. He had a thing for protection, much like other alphas.

So, you often liked to play the part of damsel in distress.

You were convinced Johnny thought you were genuine during those moments, and you didn't want to burst his bubble. Plus, you very much enjoyed seeing him be so though and strong.

So, when you arrived home, and Johnny didn't want to let go of you, you knew that the curtains were up, it was your time to shine.

"You are mine! How dare he?!" his pupils were blown, and his eyes looked foggy, your Johnny was only a shadow of the Alpha in front of you at this moment.

"Alpha," your voice came out a lot softer than you anticipated. You felt a shiver running down his back as you looked at him and he watched you. "You protected me." he silently nodded. "Can I reward you?" he slightly tilted his head, not understanding.

But when you sank down to your knees, the fog lifted from his eyes and it became dark.

"Can I reward my Alpha for keeping me safe?"

Johnny quickly grabbed you and walked into the living room, he sat down on the couch and placed you in front of him, in between his legs.

He ran his thumb down your cheek and moved to your lips.

"Suck me, Omega." he said and you never felt more wet in your entire life.

You didn't need to be told twice, you were quick to undo his pants and get him naked.

He got rid of his shirt, while you remained fully clothed.

You had only one goal in mind and that was to please him.

It was so easy to do as well.

No matter what you did, he loved it.

He enjoyed everything you can possibly do. Even if you say you have done it wrong, he would tell you the opposite.

In his eyes, you can do no wrong.

Much like right now.

He kept on groaning and praising you as you tried your best to fit his length into your mouth.

"You don't have to fit all of it, Love. Yes...Yes just like that." he said as you worked your fingers on the part which you couldn't fit.

He smelled amazing, your alpha was truly a sight to behold. Especially when your eyes locked with his as you kept bobbing your head, your tongue flat against his length.

His eyes were filled with lust, you felt his hips jerk as you moved down once more, keeping your eye contact the entire time.

You knew he was about to come.

You want him to, you were ready for it.

You wanted to tell him that it was okay to come, if your mouth wouldn't have been full with his cock.

The only warning he gave before he exploded was that he grabbed the back of your head, fist full of your hair as he groaned loudly and pulled you forward.

You watched as he threw his head back against the couch and let go of your hair, you swallowed to remainder of his essence and allowed him to come down from his high.

You slowly stood up and he watched you with half-open eyes as you took off your dress and stepped out of your panties.

"Shower?" you asked and he simply nodded, you smiled at him as you tried to move out of his reach but he was faster.

He pulled your back against his front, his head in your neck as he growled.

"You are mine." he said in such a deep voice, you were already soaking wet.

He bit down on your shoulder a little bit as you felt his length harden against your back once more.

You were in for a long night.

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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A Risk Taker (Daemon x Reader)

This is my first time writing something like this which was challenging but very entertaining, also I left a little detail that I really hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think by commenting. Enjoy!

“And right over here we have the iron throne, historians reported that it was created by hot steel and its rightful place was in what we now know as London, over here we have-“

(Y/n) stood dumbfounded at the sight of the throne in a result she tuned out what the woman was saying or explaining. She was in amazement at it, it was entirely made of swords, she came to wonder who came up with the idea of such a thing, who was the first to sit upon it, and who was the last. So many questions raced through her brain as she instinctively took a few steps to approach it.

(Y/n) was always interested in what historians call “the time of dragons” Some say it is just silly little stories or just tales of the church that wished to demonize the time before Christ.

“Miss you can’t touch that”

Before the security guard could stop her (y/n)s fingers grazed over the arm of the chair, goosebumps went over her entire body before she gripped it firmly and then everything went black.

“A witch! Protect the king! Disarm her”

“What?”

Before she could react or comprehend what was going on around her someone forced her hands behind her back earning a grunt from her.

“Ouch you asshole let me go”

“How dare you command anything you Bitch let go! I swear to god if I fucking bruise”

“Ser Criston, the lady is clearly in distress and pain, I believe it is best if you release her”

“Yeah that, manners much?”

Daemon had to refrain from laughing at her odd way of phrasing her thoughts. Everyone was on edge at someone that just simply appeared in front of the king and the iron throne just from thin air, her clothing was something no one had ever seen and her face was painted, Daemon carefully walked up the stairs who was rubbing her wrists to relieve herself from the discomfort.

“It is alright my lady, I am Prince Daemon of house Targaryen and you are?”

(Y/n) looked around the room, everyone was dressed in posh clothing that was decorating the museum hours ago and the man that was standing in front of her was the same person that she saw from the portrait when she walked in, also he resembled a lot the actor that played prince Philip at “the crown”.

“I… am (y/n) of house…. (Y/l/n) I guess”

“There is no such thing as house (y/l/n) she is lying, we must throw her in the dungeons”

“I fucking dare you”

“You will do no such thing Ser Criston, the lady isn’t dangerous, she is just as puzzled as we are, do you remember anything before this my lady?”

“I was visiting the Museum of Old England, I believe you guys call it Westeros”

“What was the year?”

“2023”

“So you mean to tell us all this just turns to…”

“History, books and movies”

“What are movies?”

“How do I explain, there is a machine that captures a scene like this for example and then it plays for an audience, like theatre but not really”

“The girl is in hysteria and probably lying, we cannot believe her words and prophecies stand true”

(Y/n) turned her head to eye the man that was talking, a man in his mid-40s she guessed that was dressed in all green and had a little pin with a golden hand, her eyes lit up at the realization of who this man was, and her mind could not comprehend what was going on yet she desperately wanted to prove herself she was being honest, probably because her life was at risk.

“Otto Hightower”

“How do you know my name?”

“Oh I know a lot about you, you served the king, and has the king already married your daughter Alicent? Or is Aemma still alive?”

Silence fell over everyone, and looks of concern were being exchanged amongst the people, the lady that spoke knew everything about everyone, there was no way she could create the clothing she was wearing or whatever was on her face, could it be that she was actually from the future?

Frantically (y/n) started to search in her pockets for anything until she thankfully found her phone, she held it up in triumph before she pressed the button to open her screen

“There, see! I have pictures of the stuff that you use! Here is a portrait of one of my favorites from your family, Rhaenyra”

“Me?”

(Y/n)s eyes laid upon the young Targaryen, god the casting of her movie did such a great job the actress looked like the girl that was standing in front of her. (Y/n) smiled brightly at the princess before she took an awkward bow to the princess making her stumble on her way up.

“Princess Rhaenyra, an Oh my gosh pleasure to meet you, huge fan by the way, have you married Laenor yet?”

“We are betrothed”

“Well that is surely something ummm, excuse my weird stance but I feel like I will piss on myself from anxiety”

“Mayhaps it would be best if the princess escorted the young lady to one of the chambers, and found something more appropriate for her to wear”

Daemon chimed in, to save the poor lady from embarrassing herself or worst passing out in front of them. (Y/n) who grew self-conscious of her looks rubbed the material of her jeans as she looked down at her outfit, it was pretty stylish for a museum who would have known to dress appropriately for teleporting?

“These are my nice jeans”

“Ladies wear this?”

“Yes Otto they do, ladies also have rights which is a concept you would surely hate”

(Y/n) could feel her heart beat fast at the realization that all eyes are on her, she was someone that no one could vouch for, a girl that just stood there with no background, no title, they could behead her before the sun goes down and then what? Is death the way to go back? Or would she just die and leave everything behind?

She turned to the king to approach him once again, she swallowed the lump in her throat whilst she kneeled in a sign of respect, the instinct of survival had started to make her entire body shake at the fear of the unknown, she must come out of this unharmed.

“King Viserys, I am as shocked as you are still I ask for just some time, I can show you that I speak in all transparency, I can help you, use my knowledge to your advantage until I find a way to go home”

(Y/n) had become King Visery's closest advisor they were a good handful of times that Viserys specifically summoned her, he was always infatuated with dreamers so to have a woman with such power was his biggest asset.

Otto was naturally displeased and somewhat furious at her demeanor, her entire personality was just baffling to him, (y/n) interrupted him whenever he tried to offer his piece of mind to the king, (y/n) had taken away the power he had worked tirelessly to create.

(Y/n) was now lady (y/n), alongside Rhaenyra had to earn a seat at the small council which of course Queen Alicent had as well, (y/n) would of course try to stir Viserys in the right direction however a dilemma stuck in her consciousness like a thorn, she was well aware of how this would go, the dance of dragons, the war that will kick off in a few years, the hatred that was brewing between the greens and blacks, the burden fell on her chest like a pile of bricks, if she were to twist the future would the entire world become something different? Or would she save a thousand lives?

They were times that (y/n) could not have foreseen an event, Rhaenyras tragic wedding feast for example did not quite describe the death of a man, even if it did (y/n) could not have prevented it from occurring mind the fact that she was rather busy, Daemon had asked to have a minute… alone with Lady (y/n).

Daemon was always intrigued by her presence, her sharp tongue, and her reluctance to step back when it comes to an argument, she had the fire of a dragon in her, to Daemon it was evidently clear specifically when she was bare, she had confidence, experience, shameless passion, her touch did not tremble nor did she question herself, she took the reigns from him and showed him how they do it in her time.

“Lady (y/n) can I ask you a question?”

“Of course my prince”

“Father says you know the future, will I get a dragon?”

(Y/n) froze, on the morrow of Laenas funeral what would be the odds for meek Aemond to ask such a question? Today is the grim day that Aemond would lose his eye in a squabble between him and his nephews.

All color drained from (y/n)s face although she desperately attempted to keep her composure in front of an impatient Aemond who was looking up at her with eyes full of hope, all he ever wanted was to fit in, to have what everyone else had, though the cost he must pay was a rather painful one. (Y/n) reached to caress the young prince’s soft cheek and create a circle with her thumb on his soft skin.

“You will, my prince, speaking of such how would you like for us to go for a walk later? I would love to speak to you about it”

“Thank you, lady (y/n), I will be waiting for you”

“Promise me you will wait before you go anywhere”

“I promise”

“Pinky swear?”

“What?”

“It’s a tradition from my childhood, just hook your pinky to mine, like so”

Aemonds pinky intertwined with (y/n)s who was smiling brightly at him, she could not let the poor boy lose his eye over a dumb argument between children, all of the families fought but when you add dragons into the mix it can get messy extremely quick.

“May I ask what is this odd choice of a handshake about?”

“Well Otto it is something from my home, know there is where women can show cleavage and their legs and fathers do not marry their daughters to men that are twice their age”

“Yes you have been rather descriptive of the shameful customs your people hold”

“I know, a woman having an orgasm must be such a baffling concept to you or is it the fact that some of us do not wish to have children and there are actually safe ways of protecting us from conceiving that disgusts you?”

“Hold your tongue in front of the prince”

“You do not command me and you do not scare me, Otto, so I suggest you back off and let me be”

“Lady (y/n), may I have a moment alone with you?”

Daemon interrupted the conversation that was getting quite heated, to be discussing with such temper in public was something that was out of character for Otto but there was just something about her that pushed him beyond himself, to vocally express the urge of sexual desires and taunt it so freely, Parading her flesh like a succubus, no Otto refused to give in.

“Of course, my prince, remember our promise sweetling”

She whispered to Aemond before she raffled his head and winked at him playfully, all of the playfulness was gone when she diverted her eyes to Otto, a frown swiftly appeared as she eyed him from head to toe with utter disgust.

“Asshole”

She hissed making Prince Daemon choke on his laugh from being taken by surprise by her choice of words. (Y/n) walked with Daemon side by side but in utter silence, she just silently followed him waiting for Daemon to let her know what he wished to say in private.

She did as such until they reached the shore, her patience had run thin and her shoes were filled with sand, she just plopped down and took off the shoes to properly feel the sand and enjoyed the sensation of direct contact with nature.

“What is it Daemon, spit it out”

“I thought you would be gone by now”

“So did I but I have yet to figure out the way to go home”

“Perhaps you are not supposed to go home”

“Daemon we have discussed this”

“I left because you send me away, even then I send for you, asked for you and you denied me”

“I had a reason and you were married”

“You send me away”

“Are we going to reminisce about what I did the night we fucked at Laenas funeral?”

Daemon came to a halt at her question. Nobody was more embarrassed by his neediness than him, Daemon was a good-looking man and a prince, he never had any trouble with a lady he yearned for, except (y/n).

After the exceptional time they had together he could still vividly describe how she patted him on the shoulder and told him that she should walk into the feast first so they don’t look suspicious, the coldness in her voice after such a steamy affair left him with countless questions.

Daemon sat next to her and just stared at the horizon, he wanted to hug her, tell her how much he missed her, confess to her exactly the amount of letters he had to send asking about her, (y/n) made him feel weak.

“I wanted to come, I often yearned to relive our moment but I cannot offer what you are craving. I could leave at any time just like a came”

“I have always been a risk taker”

“Your end goal is marriage Daemon, I understand that my age here means I am an old maid but where I grew up I am young, I do not wish to be wed nor have children and you do”

“I have children”

“And I am sure you love them and you love being a father because that is who you are, I am simply not”

“Isn’t this lovely, you have me all figured out”

Daemon spitted with sadness dripping at every word, he could not say that she did not have a point, still, at the end of the day he wanted her, he wanted to burn himself alive in her fire just to feel her warmth.

Daemon got up to leave when he was forced to stop by someone holding him by the wrist, once he looked back to find (y/n) on her feet and had latched her fingers on his wrist.

“Daemon don’t be like this”

“Well, what do you suggest then?”

(Y/n) did not know what to say for the first time in forever, she acted on instinct when she hugged him, her head went on his chest and his heartbeat was picking up at the beat that caused a smile to decorate her lips. Daemon hesitated though he gave in and pulled her tightly.

“This is not fair, you are playing dirty”

“I never had you for a man that is afraid to get in the mud”

They both giggled and (y/n) lifted her head to take a proper look at the prince who was smiling down at her. His index finger and thumb found their way to her chin, after all these years she had frozen in time, still as breathtaking and agitating as he left her.

Daemon was taking too long for her liking so she took initiative and collided her lips to his while being on her toes which did not last long since Daemon was always quick on his feet and pulled her up for her to wrap her legs around his torso, both of them moaned in each other's mouths from the anticipation, Daemon could feel the harsh licks of her fire surrounding him an experience that was so sweet yet deadly.

Daemon made the mistake of laying her on her back which only resorted in (y/n) putting her entire weight on her legs to flip him over in an instant, she never really liked allowing someone to lay on top of her.

Their movements were messy and rushed, and both of them could not contain themselves, they wanted to see one another naked, feel their skin bare as they caressed one another, her moans were animalistic, and the way she moved was like a conqueror that raced into a battle, Daemon was left defenseless and became a mere puppet to her game of sex, he did not complain of course this was what he loved about her, this was (y/n)s favorite part of sex, the feeling of it, the urge of it, the realization that you want someone’s body, that it’s yours for the taking.

Daemon gripped her hips so harshly that he left marks behind, secretly he thought that he was being greedy by being the only one to experience such a show, (y/n) at her natural habitat, what a foolish fantasy, to have an audience in their beddings, he shoved that idea at the very back of his head when it dawned on him that other men would see her naked, would listen to her moans, they would know her magic.

Daemon was utterly unaware that his fantasy was becoming reality at this very moment, both of them blinded by passion to the point that none of them looked around, they focused on each other's eyes, the eyes that whispered everything that was left unsaid between them.

Once their connection came to its very peak (y/n) left her body to lay on top of his as she desperately worked to catch her breath, it was then that a man dressed in green decided to leave the scenery, a man that had spied on them and had frozen to his spot at the sight that had unfolded in front of him had come out of his trance to scatter away before he gets discovered.

“Was it worth waiting all these years?”

“Definitely”

(Y/n) placed another kiss on Daemon's lips at his answer, his strong body was the best bed after such an intense workout, her legs had already started to shake and she imagined this is what it felt like riding a dragon for hours on end.

The world is funny because when (y/n) went to vocalize her thought she heard a dragon approaching, once she fixed her focus on the sky she could see the humungous dragon that was heading back to land, its size was frightening, she could not remember which one was it, it wasn’t syrax and not Vermax, who could be riding at the such hour?

“Someone claimed Vhagar”

“Oh no, oh shit, fuck no”

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ninacarstairss · 9 months

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an incomplete list of things that will make me go feral if they’re included in the movie:

alex pulling henry in the red room and “impugning his virtue” against a painting of alexander hamilton and amy out the door pretending not to know what that horny little bitch of fsotus is up to

henry offering to get out of alex’s life to make it easier for him and alex brushing it off, only to realise later what henry was truly offering him and how stupid he was not to see it

oscar talking to alex at the lake house. oscar seeing him and accepting him. alex looking at henry, nora and june (yes i know she’s not in the movie just let me dream. he can be looking at henry, nora and pez too) and feeling like his world is complete. the night on the porch swing. sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff. the night in the lake. the little stone of certainty alex feels in his chest as he’s making breakfast.

yeah so just the lake house part

uma thurman delivering a power point presentation about dating the prince of england and alex running out when she brings up protections and pamphlets

jesus, could you stop being an obtuse fucking asshole for, like, twenty seconds?

so glad you flew here to insult me—

i fucking love you, okay?

the issue of le monde that henry keeps on his nightstand from the first time they woke up together

i want you. then fucking have me—

alex waking up in kensington in an empty bed, henry coming back, looking at alex and going “your hair in the morning is truly a wonder to behold” before making the world’s best declaration of love

“When he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. He never imagined it'd turn out he was right both times.” there is like a 0,1% chance of this making it into the movie but i have this tattooed on my skin and it would be so perfect to see it on screen

alex saying in front of the fucking queen that he wants henry’s children

henry rambling about art and history in the v&a and alex pulling him into a kiss because he just loves him so much

i’m taking a picture of a national gay landmark. and also a statue

alex panicking about henry having to enlist

shaan having to dislodge philip from the chandelier when henry comes out to him

i’ve been gay as a maypole since i came out of mum, philip

henry’s obsession with jaffa cakes and mr wobbles

the memories email. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn't fit in any rooms.

alex being a brat about the turkeys “put them in my room put them in my room put them in my room”

And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?

alex calling henry at christmas and telling him all about his family drama and henry simply telling him that he did his best, the only thing he really needed to hear

most things in this world are awful . but you are good

alex’s list of things he loves about henry (especially points 16 to 18)

henry writing down the list in the email and then calling henry anyway because he knows he likes to have these things written down but he needs to talk to him

alex kissing henry in front of a giambologna

Sería una mentira, porque no sería el.

the drunk bad metaphors about maps email

alex being summoned by the president after the email leaks and ellen just asking him “are you okay?”

alex’s whole family being there for him after the email leaks, hugging him through a panic attack and allowing him to be himself after a traumatic event that had to be dealt with in a strategic political way

or so help me God I will personally make your balls into fucking earrings. zahra you fucking queen

the call from the plane. “sweetheart” he hears henry’s exhale over the line. “hi love. are you okay?”

alex and henry running to hug each other as soon as alex gets to kensington

i won’t lie. not about you. alex and henry saying at the same moment that they want to do this, they want to tell the truth, because lying about this is not an option

the little touches between them. whether it’s holding hands beneath a buchkingham palace table or hugging in a closed room or pressing a knee agains the other in a public place, because that is a tether, a gravity that makes the world make sense

bea’s speech about grief and how it’s like a pie. i want to cry really hard

numbers on one of us getting involved in a sex scandal before the end of second term?

henry sticking out his chin in that defiant way

I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.

"Plus we banged it our last night” shaan and zahra being a power couple

bea dumping the tea pot on philip and going “all that cocaine i did must have really done a job on my reflexes!”

the han and leia mural

dc dykes on bikes chasing protesters

To you, specifically, I say: I see you. I am one of you. As long as I have a place in this White House, so will you. I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us.

alex’s face being plastered on chocolate bars and thongs with henry’s after the royal suitor photos

henry telling alex he’s opening the queer shelters worlwide. henry telling alex he bought a brownstone in brooklyn

the flashbacks to election night 2016 when alex saw zahra crying and all those women taking in the moment their first madam president was elected

alex and henry biking through austin, alex opening the door to his childhood home with henry by his side

a little flash forward into their future and alex calling henry the love of his life, henry choosing the place for a credenza in his brownstone, going on vacations together and falling in love all over again, savouring their time together with no fear of getting caught, june and nora finally kissing and alex being shook at pez’s comment, henry realising he doesn’t want to ever go back, henry listening to alex talk to his mum about marriage when he has also bought a ring, henry and alex buying a house far from the public eye, having the quiet life they never had, june subletting the brownstone to be closer to pez and nora, “you and me”

#i know june won’t be in the movie but let me dream okay??#i have been rereading okay? and i am in pain #also we have confirmation some of these scenes are definitely in the movie so i’m ready to scream into the void forever after august 11th #rwrb #rwrb movie #red white & royal blue #red white and royal blue movie #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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fuckingmilkovich · 10 months

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THE OTHER WOMAN by LANA DEL REY

lip gallagher x f!reader | angst | bad ending

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❛i’m the other woman. . .not the main character❜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

YOU were doing everything for philip to make him happy; you wanted the best for him. he was your everything, the only person who wanted to be in your life. you even dropped out of school to babysit liam every day, because you wanted to show lip that his family is also important to you.

you were in love with that boy; he was your soulmate, like a missing piece from your puzzle. maybe it was pathetic, but you didn’t see how really you were treating. people are saying that when you’re in love, you don’t see the character flaws of the person you admire. and that’s unfortunately true. he was an angel in your eyes; you loved how smart he was and how he cared about his family and his friends. yeah. . .but nobody likes how lip was treating you and doesn’t give a shit about you.

his siblings especially fiona was heartbroken watching how his brother was treating you. and using your naïveté to everything that he wasn’t wanting to do, like: groceries, cleaning or taking care of liam on weekend. you were doing all of that, because you wanted him to pay attention to you and make a confession how important you were for him.

when you started to saw karen in gallagher’s house at first you thought that she was only a friend, but then you started seeing the shine in his eyes when he was looking at karen. he seemed so happy with her, happier than he ever was with you. even when you sleep with each other, he doesn’t have this kind of shine in eyes, he probably just like sex and the fact, that you have feelings for him.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ⸻⸻⸻ ❝sometimes i look at myself in the mirror, wondering why i’m not enough, why every person i have met hurt my little heart. why i’m not pretty or interesting enough, wondering when it will be my turn to be happy.❞ ⸻⸻⸻ ✯

YOU were done. right now, you are sitting on Lip’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the bathroom. you wanted to confess how he made you feel about yourself. you didn’t remember a single night when you weren’t crying yourself to sleep, or thinking about philip. you've enough; you realize that you’re destroying yourself, and you need to say stop. you were disgusted with yourself for how easily you gave him permission to manipulate you with these sweet words of his. how stupid you were to believe that you finally have someone who cares about you.

because of your relationship with philip you weren’t able to look at yourself in the mirror without crying about how pathetic you are. you don’t understand why people are like that for you, i just wanted to be happy, you thought.

when you saw a tall man enter the room, you just sighed, and your eyes started to water.

“what are you doing here?” he said, looking strangely at you.

“you don’t care about me, do you?” he lifted his brows, clueless about what you were saying. “why you treat me like shit, like a fucking toy you like to use to do your duties, and you like to fuck sometimes?”

he just chuckled at you as you frowned. “why are you laughing at me?”

“you never say you don’t want to do all this, it’s not my fault you are stupid and do everything i said.” when you heard his words, you could not believe blind you were, to not see that lip was an asshole.

“i was doing all that shit because i fucking love you!” you shouted, and he just laughed again.

“y/n. . .i would never love someone like you, you are so pathetic, y/n” he said without emotion in his voice, doesn’t even look at you.

“i love you anyway.” it was everything you can say with tears in your eyes; you weren’t lying, though. you love him, even if he treated you like shit you know that he was the only person you truly admired. you were addicted to him.

“i don’t care”

“that’s fine,” you said, leaving the room, sobbing. you know that you will always be the other woman for everyone.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sorry for any mistakes!!

thank you for attention:))

#Spotify #angst #imagines #shameless #lip gallagher #x reader #the other woman #lana del ray aesthetic #bad ending #sadnees #gallaghers #ian gallagher #fiona gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #sad imagines #x fem!reader #manipulative #toxic love

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jjkeverlast · 2 years

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unexpected lovers | myg

-> pairing artist!yoongi x female reader

-> genre fake dating!au, romantic comedy

-> summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

-> word count 8.7k

-> warnings angst (it's slightly heavy), denial, swearing, alcohol consumption, jealousy, smut (unprotected sex), fingering, exhibitionism, oral (m. receiving), soft dom!yoongi, fluff in the end :'), time gap!!

(lil side note all credits go to the rightful owner of this yoongi pic)

PART 2 OUT OF 2 | PART 1

The rest of the evening is a blur. You see Yoongi maybe once or twice, chatting with Aunt Pamela, her showing pictures of what you guess is Kimchi. Why did it suddenly feel stuffy between you? Whenever he found you staring at him, he turned his eyes elsewhere as if looking at you would cause damage. You decide to distract yourself from the aching pain in your chest – mostly your heart. Seokjin is a great company for a few hours and so is Sam and Philip. It cheered you up more until they brought in Yoongi’s name, asking where he was. You brush them off, internally wanting to find Yoongi but what could you say? It’s not like he liked you, no, maybe he was just too into playing the role of your boyfriend. It’s a thing right? These things always happen when two people decide to fake date.

The arena was slowly becoming emptier by the hours passing and Yoongi was still not in sight. You couldn’t help but feel worried. Hurriedly you walked to the hotel room and the room was empty, emptier than before. Yoongi’s suitcase was gone, only a note on the bed was left.

Sorry, work called.

It hurt. Yoongi left without saying goodbye, although it seemed as if he already did when he left you stranded on the dance floor after your lips slightly brushed. Was that why he left? You took the note, crumbling it into pieces, growing angry at his act. He had no right to just walk away. With no warning, no, nothing. You heard a knock on the door and some part of you hoped deep down it was Yoongi. He probably regrets leaving and now he’s come back to apologize. Oh did you wish that were true, but instead it was Marco.

‘’Oh, hi Marco.’’ Your greeting must’ve given the wrong signal because you only received a weird and slightly offended reaction from him.

‘’Were you expecting someone else?’’ Yes. Of course you did. For whatever reason you wished Yoongi was still here, maybe you just got used to having him around.

‘’No, come on in.’’ Marco didn’t hesitate, walking in sync with you to the bedroom.

‘’Weren’t you sharing a room with Mr. Min?’’ Marco is trying to joke with you seeing your less happy state than earlier and it does not work.

‘’Work called, so he left.’’ The words stung leaving your mouth and Marco, knowing you well, noticed. ‘’Fucking asshole.’’ Marco muttered under his breath but truth be told, you were the asshole. You somehow hurt Yoongi and the worst part was you didn’t even know what did it.

At least you were seeing him again on Monday for the suit design, maybe then you’ll have a decent talk about what happened back on the dance floor and you for sure hoped he would cooperate.

You were early, for once in your life. The reason behind that being you barely slept. The morning after Yoongi had left, you were stormed with questions about Yoongi’s whereabouts. It was killing you and on the flight home you ended up puking, your lie breaking you completely. Amanda didn’t question your worn out state, seeing you were the last one in the mood to speak. Instead you heard about Amanda’s pleasant weekend which she spent with the cute bartender, who’s actually her boyfriend now.

‘’And then Hoseok took me out for a romantic picnic.’’ Hearing all the sappy cliché shit Amanda experienced made you happy for her but somehow also wanting to gag out of jealousy. You only kept humming in response and Amanda didn’t stop.

‘’This might be a big TMI… but he’s really good with his hands. Explains how he’s so good at making drinks.’’

‘’Amanda! That was a big TMI!’’

‘’What was?’’ You see Yoongi lean onto the doorframe, him wearing an oversized green flannel, a white t-shirt and denim oversized washed jeans. His choice of fashion, of course, has to be killer and kill you in the process.

‘’Yoongi! Ugh it’s just stupid girl talk about men… I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about it.’’ Amanda is the queen of letting things slide, so it didn’t surprise you when Yoongi didn’t ask further, instead standing with Amanda going over the last details of the suit. The suit was soon done and Yoongi thanked you both, sending butterflies directly your way. You couldn’t help but smile but got reminded of the hurt you felt when he left. He seems surprisingly fine for someone who looked hurt not even two days ago. It bugged you. Not because you wanted Yoongi to feel hurt, it just showed it was all in your head. He was never hurt in the first place. He got clearly uncomfortable about the almost kiss. You interrupt your thoughts seeing Yoongi left, he left without a warning towards you, only Amanda. Something is still off between you, and you rush to catch him before he leaves for good.

‘’Yoongs!’’ Fuck, maybe calling him his nickname is a bad timing. But the nickname just slipped out as soon as you saw his figure exciting the building. To your surprise, Yoongi doesn’t turn, he continues his route home and you immediately get thrown back to the night he left you after saving you at the club. No, you’re not going to let him leave this time.

Running in heels is hard, but you sacrifice the aching pain in your feet and run to catch up to Yoongi. Finally grabbing him in the arm making him flinch but finally turning to see you.

‘’Yoongi.’’ You’re panting right after, holding up a finger to catch your breath, firmly holding onto Yoongi so he doesn’t walk away. He patiently waits for you and when you can form your words you look at him.

‘’You left.’’

Yoongi doesn’t respond and you take it as a sign to continue.

‘’Why, why did you leave?’’ You seem to lose eye contact, looking down onto the sidewalk instead.

‘’Y/N, you know why.’’ His words shock you, did you really know? You have an idea of what he could be referring to, but still this is Yoongi, you want to be sure.

‘’I.. I have an idea.’’ You feel small all of a sudden. You don’t want to hurt Yoongi or even worse yourself, and it’s not going as well as you were hoping.

‘’Then you know why I left.’’ Yoongi is about to walk away again, but you stop him, grabbing onto him yet again.

‘’Wait… just tell me. Please just tell me why you left.’’ You are still confused, especially since Yoongi is hiding the very obvious fact, which you seem to not know.

‘’Are you really gonna make me say it?’’ Yoongi’s tone indicates he’s irritated. But you need to know. So, you nod in response, finally gaining enough courage to look at him again.

‘’I like you Y/N, thought it was pretty obvious when I tried to kiss you.’’ Your mouth can’t help but drop, his words sending a heat wave through your body. Yoongi likes you… Why is that so hard for you to believe? Oh right. You’re incapable of love. Once Yoongi finds out who you truly are he’s going to leave and you can’t let that happen. You wish your words turned into a reciprocation of his own, but the little voice in the back of your head tells you to run.

‘’I–’’ You choke on your own words and again, the familiar hurt in Yoongi’s eyes return. His lips don’t move, remaining in a straight line.

‘’That’s why I left Y/N. You clearly don’t feel the same way. I’m such an idiot for thinking you did.’’ He shakes his head and before you can stop him, he turns and leaves, just like he did back at the wedding.

You fucked up. You fucked up so bad.

Since the suit got delivered to Yoongi there wasn’t any contact between you. A day didn’t pass where you didn’t mentally slap yourself for not admitting your feelings to him. Of course you like him. Yoongi is such a kind soul and so beautiful; how could someone not fall for him? You try to distract yourself by going clubbing with Amanda, and of course it’s the club where you first met Yoongi – or well Hoseok’s workplace. You feel uneasy, sitting so close to the stools where Yoongi and you sat not long ago. His rings on full display and you couldn’t help but gawke at them. The way he called you ‘my girl’ gave you instant butterflies and you tried your best to keep your cool. You smile, while thinking back to it and Amanda is too busy to notice, by admiring her boyfriend shaking the cups together. You want to work on yourself, work on this ideal image you have of love and find your worth. Some part of you knew that your worth had been ruined by your mother’s words for as long as you remember. Even Amanda knew how much your mother had an impact on the way you see yourself.

‘’Y/N?’’ You look up seeing Amanda with a concerned expression. Hoseok was nowhere to be seen – probably taking orders from the corner of the bar.

‘’You don’t look okay.’’ Amanda could read you like a book.You are far from okay and she can see it. You don’t really feel like telling her this instant of what’s been going on, instead you tell her you’re tired since your last project and you just need to rest. Amanda is quick to let you go, also because she is very busy with her handsome boyfriend.

It doesn’t take long for you to get home, the club is placed pretty close to your apartment. Sitting in your apartment in complete silence doesn’t help the hurt you’re going through. In all honesty you were just scared. Growing up love and affection wasn’t shown as much as you’d wished. It later affected your love life, finding random hookups on apps to just feel something, anything.

At some point you accepted that this was your fate. Your fate was that you’ll never get chosen, you’ll be the person on the sideline helping people realize they’re in love with someone else. You were like the second female lead in every k-drama you’d watched. You wanted to feel love, actual decent love but again, is someone even capable of liking you, loving you? Your mother pushed you too much, to the point where love seemed unrealistic. Like an image popping up in your brain but quickly fading into something else.

That’s how you perceive love and it’ll remain as a scar on your body. You never felt butterflies, or a rush sent directly to your cheeks until… until you met him. Min Yoongi.

It was so unexpected. Suddenly you were pulled together and it remained like this, almost as if your souls were connected since you pointed at him randomly to a stranger. Weird.

You never saw that in a romantic comedy, normally the first encounters of the two strangers are so cliché. Yours and Yoongi feel that way too but you’re not mad about it. On the other hand you find yourself smiling a bit, reminiscing back to when you and Yoongi had an accidental pillow fight or when you and Aunt Bridget caught him naked and her comment about his… oh god.

Fuck, how could your small internal voice mess up something that was so good? Every part of you wanted Yoongi, you know that, you knew that since he was the first you caught onto in a full crowded club.

When the three words left his lips you felt dizzy, your head couldn’t comprehend that someone and especially someone you wanted deep down to like you, did. It hurt, it hurt so badly that your heart wasn’t even beating as much. You felt empty, guilty and overall hopeless.

You fucked up for good. Yoongi will never just as much look at you again, now you are gaining butterflies thinking back to the sparkle that kept reappearing in his eyes. The sparkle you found yourself growing so fond of. You’ll never see it again. The night ends with you falling asleep, fully dressed on your couch, too tired to get up and do something about your appearance.

Yoongi’s exhibition was nearing, you wish you could go but it would be wrong to ruin his day by showing up, reminding him of the hurt you caused by simply not responding to his confession. He doesn’t need that.

You’ve been stuck in your apartment since you went out clubbing with Amanda, your phone kept blowing up with texts from her, her clearly being worried over you calling sick for work. You love to work and now you suddenly don’t. You’re so consumed into reflecting that working is the last thing you can do. But, the cons of staying home for so long is running out of food very quickly. Well, the local supermarket is not far away and it’s almost night. You don’t bother changing into something more presentable, instead keeping your oversized not-at-all stained t-shirt and sweats. With headphones on, you walk out after writing a small list of items you’re missing.

The supermarket is almost stranded, it looks like every supermarket in zombie films or the world has ended and one person survived, in this case you. The man at the cashier looks tired and he’s almost falling asleep on his palm. Poor guy, you can’t help but think, so for his sake you decide to be quick. You’re strolling through each aisle, picking one or two items calmly with your headphones on, playing your favorite songs on shuffle.

You look down on your list, seeing you’re missing vegetables and fruit, so you walk towards the greens. The first fruit that catches your eye is avocado. Huh. That’s really funny universe, you can stop the ‘you need to be reminded of him constantly’ bullshit. You look up giving direct contact to the ceiling and inwardly scolding the universe for this sappy bullshit. Enough is enough. Oh how did you speak too soon…

You see him, Yoongi, checking if the eggs are cracked further away from you. You are surprised that you find yourself at the same place and time as Yoongi, once again. Only this time, he’s not a so-called stranger anymore. But seeing him from a distance, it feels as if you two never knew each other and that stings a bit but what really cracks for you is the woman coming up to him with a cart. You don’t really catch on to their conversation but Yoongi seems more relaxed than last time you saw him. His smile, for once, is visible. His gummy smile, you gulp at the sight and you remember how you can’t let him see you, not in this state and especially not when he’s with his new girlfriend! You’re quick to grab the missing vegetables on the list and the almost sleepy man is quicker than you expected. You keep looking back, praying Yoongi and his girlfriend aren’t done with the groceries yet. To your luck they aren’t and you leave with no trouble.

The only trouble that accumulates are your feelings. You’ve officially lost him. There was no hope for the both of you and it was your fault. You were so scared to the point you pushed the one good thing you had in your life and now he’s found someone. Someone who likes him for him and he likes her for her, good for him. He deserves this.

You smile, yet tears stain your cheeks as you unpack the groceries. You’re fine Y/N, it’ll pass, these things always happen to people like us, it’s okay. You keep reassuring yourself until you're wrapped under your warm duvet, your eyes resting.

It’s today. Yoongi is having his exhibition and you just want to distract yourself from that. Knowing how he already looks in a suit, you imagine him in the suit you personally designed for him, his girlfriend will be pleased with that sight. It’s weird how bitter you feel when the thought of ‘Yoongi’s girlfriend’ pops up. Amanda is quick to catch unto your weird behavior, she knew it all started since you came back from the wedding, what the fuck happened? Of course Amanda can’t help but think your mother got to your head again and this time you really took her words to heart. This explains Amanda inviting you over to her place for some wine, or her way of saying ‘you need to speak up or I will.’

Which is why you’re currently at Amanda’s apartment, sitting comfortably on her white couch while she pours two glasses.

‘’How are you and Hoseok?’’ You’re curious as well, Amanda babbles non stop about him but it distracts you from your pain, knowing a person you care for is happy.

‘’We’re doing well. He really makes me happy.’’

‘’You deserve it. I’m happy for you.’’ Amanda smiles as she sits next to you, handing a glass to you.

‘’Y/N, I need you to speak up.’’ She looks extremely worried and at this point you feel bad. You hid this huge secret from a loyal and beautiful friend who’s been there for you ever since you two became colleagues.

‘’Okay, but I just want to start off by saying I had a reason for not telling you any sooner, okay?’’ She nods, sipping casually on her wine and you let out a deep breath starting from the beginning. Talking about how it all started caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, the images flashing in your brain over every small moment you shared with Yoongi the week before the wedding. Amanda giggles when you tell her about the PowerPoint you specifically made for Yoongi.

‘’That is such a you thing to do!’’

She’s right, it’s always been in you to make silly PowerPoints who turn out super helpful. Hearing Amanda saying it’s a you thing made you slowly begin to realize that you’ve truly been yourself around Yoongi. Before you can reflect further, you continue telling what happened, from the plane scene and you making rules to finding out there was only bed for you two to share.

‘’Y/N, I’m gonna have to stop you for a moment. You’re telling me you’ve experienced the ‘there’s only bed’ trope? What are you, living in some sort of romance novel?’’ It only makes you laugh, because it’s indeed silly how you and Yoongi experienced such a cliché thing on the trip and Amanda really made you realize that.

‘’He was so scared, like to the point he made a pillow barrier between us.’’

‘’What? You’re kidding!’’ She throws her head back laughing and it becomes uncontrollable when you tell her the pillow ripped in two.

‘’You guys had a lot of fun.’’ You nod in agreement. You really did have fun, the both of you.

She encourages you to continue and you explain the rehearsal dinner and your mother’s behavior, but that Yoongi was comforting you in the best way so it didn’t affect you as much. Amanda smiles kindly when you go in depth of how well Yoongi communicated with your family members and especially Aunt Pamela.

‘’Amanda you should’ve seen it, never in my life have I seen Pamela talk as much!’’ Your eyes light up, you becoming overly joyful at the interaction between them. It really made your heart flutter.

‘’Oh and then, Aunt Bridget and I, we, um, caught… Yoongi naked.’’ Amanda ends up choking on her wine, her eyes becoming more visible.

‘’W-what!?’’ She’s in shock. Your lips move to a straight line not knowing what to say.

‘’Was he…’’ She quirks her eyebrows and you stop her before she can continue.

‘’Amanda!’’ She only snorts in return and you continue afterwards, reaching to the not-so-good part of the adventure. It’s hard to formulate that intimate moment you shared on the dance floor but once it’s out you have Amanda almost screaming in front of you.

‘’You almost kissed?! And you fucking pulled away?! What the fuck!!!’’ You stare at her blankly, didn’t really peg her for the shipper kind of person but she seemed way too invested in this.

‘’I– I was scared, okay? Remember we set rules and one of them was no kissing!’’ You argue your way out of your scaredy cat moment but Amanda only rolls her eyes at your stupid comeback.

‘’You’re ridiculous Y/N, clearly that moment was real between you. No fake dating, just you and Yoongi.’’ You lose all your words, aware of Amanda’s reason. She was absolutely right. Yoongi wouldn’t have tried to kiss you if it weren’t real.

‘’You’re right.’’ You let your head fall backwards, letting out a long awaited sigh. ‘’Amanda, that day in the office? When the suit was done?’’ You turn to look at her and her face screams like a puzzle, not knowing where you’re going with this.

‘’What about it?’’

‘’He told me he likes me.’’ Your heartbeat increases with your words. He likes you, or well, liked past tense.

‘’What the fuck are you doing here then? Go after him!’’ Amanda encourages you and you wish deeply it was that easy.

‘’Amanda… it’s not that easy.’’ Amanda again looks like a lost puppy and you continue to fill her confused mind. ‘’I saw him with someone two days ago, a woman.’’

Amanda grunts in annoyance and you only hum in response, knowing it’s too late.

‘’Are you sure they’re dating?’’

‘’I mean, he was smiling a lot.’’

‘’You’re telling me that just because Yoongi smiled, that they’re dating? Y/N you sound ridiculous!’’

‘’Well, they- they might?’’ You’re careful with your words, cause you sure as hell sound dumb right now and the look of Amanda proves it.

‘’Y/N, you can never be sure, seriously if I were you I’d run to the exhibition right now and confess. Please, everyone can tell you like Yoongi just stop being an idiot and go!’’ Amanda’s encouragement definitely helps you. You nod, grabbing all your things and rushing out towards the exhibition. You look at the time and see that Yoongi is about to start his exhibition, shit you can’t miss it. Taking an Uber will certainly get you late although your legs might save you. So you run, run as fast as your body can, with only one thing on your mind, Yoongi. Min Yoongi, the unexpected stranger and fake boyfriend who makes you smile, gain butterflies and is a king at annoying you.

Running to the exhibition feels like hours on end, but when you finally arrive and see Yoongi standing next to a painting, covered with a white sheet, the pain in your feet was all worth it. Yoongi looks amazing, mesmerizing even. His brown hair is pushed back and he’s wearing… glasses. You don’t even know how long you’re standing outside the art gallery before stepping in, because Yoongi’s presence so near you, made your heart almost full even though you haven’t confessed to him yet.

You finally enter the art gallery and sneak behind the very full crowd, standing in a half circle around Yoongi. He doesn’t notice you, which is why you hide yourself behind two tall men in the first place. It’s his night and you don’t want to ruin it.

‘’Thank you so much for attending my ever first exhibition!’’ Yoongi exclaims and people around him start clapping and cheering him on, his gummy smile on full display. You can’t help but feel proud of him, so many people are here to see his work, his art.

‘’I’d personally also like to thank Kim Namjoon, for being the first to ever set eye on my art and making this exhibition possible.’’ Everyone turns and Namjoon bows with a smile, while people cheer – you included.

‘’The painting I’m about to show you is called Fake Love. It’s a very personal piece and I’m very excited for you to see it!’’ With that, Yoongi pulls on the white sheet and the painting is now on full display. People are quick to cheer and nod in awe of Yoongi’s art.

Everyone starts to part ways and explore his other paintings, set out around the art gallery. He greets a few of them as they pass and compliment his work. You see Seokjin praising Yoongi for his art with a pat on the back. Yoongi is blushing and is probably not believing his favorite actor is commenting on his work.

It takes a lot of courage for you to step closer to Yoongi. Seokjin just left to look around further and now was the perfect opportunity to confess.

‘’Hi.’’ You stand a few meters away to keep a fair distance. Yoongi sets eyes on you and his mouth drops.

‘’Y-Y/N… What are you doing here?’’ He seems nervous all of a sudden, so you decide to smile to ease the intense atmosphere around you.

‘’I couldn’t miss it.’’ You reason and Yoongi seems relieved by your answer but also a bit disappointed. He looks away, his brown eyes now looking at the hardwood floor.

‘’That’s not the only reason I came.’’ That surely catches Yoongi’s attention and you’re met with hopeful eyes.

‘’It’s not?’’ You shake your head no before continuing.

‘’I came to tell you that, I like you Min Yoongi.’’

‘’But you… At Fashlance..’’ Yoongi is mumbling all sorts of commission, not believing you like him too.

‘’I was scared, a part of me still is but I’m willing to go all in.’’ You move a bit closer, him not moving an inch in response.

‘’Scared?’’

‘’I… well I always thought I was incapable of love so that’s why it seemed unbelievable that you liked me too. I fleeted to avoid the hurt.’’ This time Yoongi steps closer to you, his thumb pressing onto your cheek, saving your tear from falling further. You didn’t even notice you were crying.

‘’Hey, I like you for you and I’m scared too! Dating is so fucking scary, trust me! But it’s worth it, if it means I get to experience it with you.’’ The sparkle you so dearly missed is back in Yoongi’s eyes and you smile at the sight.

‘’I would love that.’’ Yoongi is pulling further in and as your lips brush against each other, you pull away.

‘’Is this a weird timing to ask if you’re seeing someone?’’ Yoongi looks at you dumbfounded and you mentally scold yourself for ruining such a perfect moment.

‘’I saw you with someone… at the supermarket.’’

‘’Oh, you mean my sister?’’ You really are dumb. Instead you both laugh it off, Yoongi’s hands each resting on your cheeks. ‘’Can I kiss you now?’’ You nod and his lips land on yours. They feel soft and plumb against your own. Yoongi’s smile is prominent as his lips as they rest on yours. The kiss is tender and you finally feel whole. You both move in sync before pulling away. His forehead is resting against yours and you’re met with his smile that causes butterflies.

‘’Finally!’’

You see Seokjin clapping cheerfully. Did he just see you and Yoongi kiss? Your cheeks grow hot out of embarrassment and you hide in Yoongi’s chest.

‘’Oh, Y/N, calm down I didn’t see everything.’’ Seokjin throws in, knowing you always try to hide when you grow embarrassed. Yoongi’s chest vibrates as he laughs at your silly act.

‘’I told him everything, he knows.’’ That makes you shoot your head up quickly, Seokjin waving jazz hands at you. You stare at him blankly not knowing what’s more embarrassing, him knowing you made Yoongi your fake boyfriend or the fact he saw the two of you kiss.

‘’I mean, your acting was so great you two fell for each other!’’ Seokjin jokes and you all three giggle at it. The ambiance is much more comfortable and even lighter than before.

‘’Yoongi, I think there’s something you need to tell Ms. Y/N.’’ With a smirk Seokjin leaves you standing next to his painting.

‘’I.. um, made this.’’ He points to the ‘Fake Love’ painting and seeing it up close makes you realize how talented Yoongi really is as an artist. The coats of painting melting all together creating a unique image.

‘’When I left, I was hurt and to cope with it, I painted this.’’ The title immediately makes sense to you, he was referring to the fake dating and the hurt you caused him. You can’t help but tear up as the guilt eats you but Yoongi is quick to reassure you.

‘’Hey, I’m okay now. I’m glad you came and told me, really.’’ A small peck is given by him and you smile softly.

Yoongi and you walk through his exhibition, Yoongi explains the meaning behind his paintings with love and admiration and you notice the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at his art.

‘’I’ve noticed something.’’ He turns looking at you, the sparkle as bright as ever.

‘’You have this sparkle in your eyes, it’s beautiful.’’ You move closer, looking at it and Yoongi smiles with care.

‘’It appears when I look at something I admire.’’ He reasons and your cheeks grow hot, knowing it appears when he looks at you.

‘’That means you…’’ You bite back a smile, not knowing how to take in such words from him. You were overly giddy and you couldn’t believe Yoongi was finally yours.

‘’I admire you Y/N. I have from the very beginning.’’ You don’t answer, instead you let your lips touch once more. Somehow the kiss turns heated and Yoongi nibbles on your bottom lip with his tongue. You can feel yourself growing hot over having Yoongi so close to you but again, you were at an exhibition. His to be exact.

‘’Mmm– we’re in public.’’ You whisper as you pull back and Yoongi looks around, noticing some guests have already left.

‘’I know, I know…’’ He leans in again, capturing your lips with his and you laugh but punch him lightly in the shoulder, making him pull away in an instant.

‘’Min Yoongi! I am serious!’’

‘’Okay, just, wait here.’’ You’re confused when he leaves you mid in front of one of his paintings. You instead take the time to really admire his work, noticing the very small details and before you know it, Yoongi is back with a smirk on his face.

‘’Everyone left.’’ He gets all giddy and you notice the now very empty art gallery.

‘’Oh.’’ You're at a loss for words, the smirk on Yoongi’s face not disappearing, instead he leads you back to the Fake Love painting.

‘’What now?’’ The lights have dimmed and you notice that Stigma is closed. You expect Yoongi to grab his things so you both can leave and celebrate him somewhere else, but that’s not exactly what he has in mind.

‘’I want you to keep looking at the painting.’’ Your brows grow closer but obeying either way. Yoongi moves behind you, his arms wrapping around your figure and his chin resting on your shoulder. The warmth of Yoongi’s body so close to yours makes all your fears and insecurities vanish slowly the longer he holds onto you. His intentions clear as a blue sky that he’ll never let you go.

‘’This feels nice.’’ Your hands rest on his, noticing his rings and fiddling with them.

He hums in agreement and you turn your head a bit noticing the blush and yet again smirk on Yoongi’s face. He’s up to something and you suddenly grow nervous.

‘’Keep looking.’’ You keep your eyes settled on the painting. Yoongi’s hand moves towards the waistband of your jeans, you’re quick to notice turning your head down.

‘’Y/N. What did I tell you?’’

‘’But what are you–’’

‘’Just trust me. Keep looking at it.’’ Your head moves slowly up, eyes fixated on the painting once again. Yoongi lifts your shirt a bit, his cold fingers tracing small circles onto your stomach. You bite your lip, trying your best to remain focused on his art rather than his hand going further down and reaching your zipper. You swallow the forming clump in your throat, not believing Yoongi is touching you so sensually at an art gallery. But somehow, you don’t stop him, letting your body and mind trust him completely.

‘’Tell me what you see.’’ He whispers, his lips trailing on your ear, biting your earlobe softly. You inhale deeply, ‘’I see a heart, it’s almost fading, as if it’s transparent.’’ With that your zipper goes undone and Yoongi’s hand caresses your underwear. To make it even worse for you, his lips leave trails of kisses along your exposed neck, you can’t help but tilt your head out of reflex making him lightly chuckle.

‘’Continue, I didn’t tell you to stop did I?’’ Yoongi’s tone immediately sends a rush in your body and you obey. ‘’There’s a shadow, it looks like a couple. They’re dancing in the middle of–’’ Your voice gets startled by Yoongi dragging his finger across your folds, his lips never leaving your neck.

‘’Yoongs–’’ You try your best to keep your eyes on the painting but the contact of Yoongi’s slick fingers on your wet cunt, doesn’t help you to remain ‘focused’.

‘’Mmm.’’ Yoongi keeps teasing you, his fingers only tracing against your wet folds, as if they didn’t dare enter. You were guessing you had to keep describing the painting for him to continue pleasuring you, using only his fingers. The fingers you’ve found yourself thirsting over since the beginning. ‘’They’re dancing, just like we did at the wedding.’’ Yoongi hums in response as if you’re correct and when you really catch on that he painted the both of you while his heart was hurting? You realize how true Yoongi’s feelings are towards you. It was never fake and surely his fingers caressing you are very real. So fucking real.

‘’You’re doing so well Y/N.’’ As his breath lands hot on the nape of your neck, his middle finger slides in with ease, filling you up nicely. Your mouth agape, a moan daring to leave your mouth but you swallow it with pride, trying your best to continue.

‘’I like, I like what you did with the strokes of the brush.’’

‘’Thank you. Want me to show you how I did it?’’ You nod hesitantly, scared your focus will disappear in an instant as soon as he will show you just how he did it.

‘’First I lightly stroked the brush against the canvas.’’ His finger goes back to stroking on your wet folds, now in a delicate gentle way, a muffled moan escaping you, your eyes about to close to fully enjoy the pleasure his fingers are giving you.

‘’Then I dragged it all around, covering the whole canvas in paint.’’ Two fingers insert themselves and your head leans back, the stretch making you lose all focus of the art in front of you. The cold metal from his rings makes contact with your heat, which sends an unexpected shiver. Yoongi’s pace is slow but hypnotic. Your brain is all blurred yet your eyes capture all that he’s doing to you at this moment. He’s too focused to notice how you’ve leaned on him, not setting your eyes on what’s in front of you.

‘’Fuck–’’ Followed by a moan from you, angelic, Yoongi would call it. His fingers are causing you so much pleasure and he can’t believe how well you’re taking them. Letting him do whatever he pleases.

‘’Y/N,’’ with his other hand, he grabs the nape of your neck, pushing it upwards to face it, ‘’keep looking at it. Don’t ever stop looking at it.’’ You breathlessly respond with a low okay, his fingers never slowing down. His palm rubs itself onto your clit adding friction making you whimper, knowing if he keeps this up you’ll come undone over his fingers and coat him with your arousal.

‘’Fuck Y/N, hear how wet you are.’’ The room goes quiet, the only noise filling it is Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of you, hearing clearly how wet you are and the sounds following right after.

‘’Mmm–’’ The familiar knot appears in the pit of your stomach and you clung onto Yoongi’s moving arm, warning him that if he indeed continues you won’t be able to hold back.

‘’I want you to. Please, fuck, come all over them.’’ His pace continues, the friction on your clit building up your orgasm wanting to unleash. Your eyes almost go blurry, a whimper escaping your lips as you finally coat Yoongi’s awaiting fingers with every drop of your arousal. He lets them rest inside of you, pleased by how warm you feel.

‘’You did so well.’’ You receive a small kiss to the temple by Yoongi and he removes his fingers guiding them towards his mouth and savoring up your coated arousal.

You’re speechless over how much Yoongi is loving every single drop of you. You’re still trying to comprehend how you let Yoongi finger fuck you in the middle of Kim Namjoon’s art gallery.

‘’Now, I’m gonna take you home.’’ His gummy smile reappears and you are astounded by the duality of Min Yoongi. As if everything he just said now was a completely different person, the Yoongi you remember is a soft soul and that was not Yoongi.

‘’O-okay.’’ He grabs your hand and you both finally walk out of Stigma.

The ride home is pleasant, exchanged with ongoing conversations from what you both missed out on. ‘’I can’t believe you thought my sister was my girlfriend.’’ You grow embarrassed, remembering how you were so scared you’d look like a fool if they caught you in that state at the local supermarket. ‘’Don’t remind me!’’ You pout, crossing your arms trying your best to act offended. Yoongi only admires your attempt, caressing your cheek with his hand. ‘’You’re so cute.’’

Yoongi’s apartment is bigger than you expected. It’s a clean space and art pieces hanging on the white walls in the hallway. There’s a certain comfort to his apartment and you already feel much at home – also because you’re in the company of Yoongi. He leads you to his room after you’ve taken your coat off. As he takes the suit off, you notice the outline of his back muscles as he places it in his closet. You know that everything between you is good now, but then again, you want to show just how sorry you are for not speaking up sooner to Yoongi.

‘’Yoongs?’’ You call out shyly, scared of how he’ll react to what you’re about to do. He turns, being met with your hands landing unto his chest, rubbing it softly. He blushes from your touches and how your palm feels hot against his skin, even though the fabric of the shirt stands in between.

‘’Can I show you?’’ You start out by asking, taking in his expressions to your words.

‘’Show me?’’ He repeats your words, indicating he’s uncertain of where this is leading.

‘’Yes, let me show you just how sorry I am.’’ Yoongi doesn’t even get a chance to respond because you drop down to your knees, looking up to make sure he’s approving of this.

‘’Fuck Y/N–’’ You smile at his instant reaction at your sudden act. You couldn’t stop thinking about making him feel so good after you saw the painting on full display at the art gallery. Now you’ve finally got him above you, waiting for your mouth to give him an unforgivable pleasure. You’re in such a hurry, not wanting to slow down in the process of removing his clothes. You’ve waited all afternoon to finally feel him in your mouth and get a taste of him. But the zipper becomes your worst enemy, staying put not daring to get pulled. ‘’Hey, Y/N, it’s okay.’’ Yoongi reassures you, seeing your clear struggle with his zipper.

‘’Fuck, I’ve been waiting all afternoon.’’ You let out your struggles and when it finally comes undone you’re surprised to see Yoongi’s already hardened cock.

‘’How’d you get hard so fast?’’ You look up, cupping his cock in your palm through the fabric and he hisses from the contact before giving you a response, ‘’The way you just couldn’t wait to get me in your mouth.’’

‘’I really can’t.’’ You pull his underwear down, being met with his cock, a sight that’s not unfamiliar. Only this time it’s on purpose for you to see him. You spit on your palm, dragging it over his cock, now glistening in your spit before you guide it towards your mouth. Yoongi’s hands are gently holding your hair, forming a messy bun so it doesn’t get in the way. He lets you explore his cock, your tongue running flatly from his base till his tip, coating him with more of your spit. You look up to see Yoongi already looking down at you, a half smirk on his face as his mouth is slightly agape from the pleasure which your tongue caused him. You notice the pre-cum on his tip, smearing it on your lips, finally taking the tip into your mouth. Yoongi moans, not believing how you are so willing to make him feel good. He can’t stop looking at you taking him almost all the way, using your hand for what you can’t reach. You try your best for him, inviting him all the way in and hollowing your cheeks as you suck him nicely, your lips running on the veins of his cock.

‘’Ah– you look so fucking pretty.’’ You look up at him, his eyes still looking at every movement. Your mouth moves back to his tip, your tongue circling around it making Yoongi grab tightly onto your hair. Moving your hand towards his balls, gently playing with them. Yoongi loses all his words, the pleasure completely overcoming him and as his orgasm builds up his mind starts seeing you sprawled all over the bed, your heat desperately wanting him to fill you up. You’re still sucking Yoongi, wanting him to finish in your mouth but Yoongi abruptly stops you.

‘’I’m begging you Y/N, please let me fuck you. Let me fill you up.’’ You slowly take him out of your mouth, some spit slides down to your chin but you look up to see Yoongi’s cheeks crimson red and the roots of his hair somewhat wet. He looks so beautiful and you stand to meet him eye to eye again.

‘’Take me. I’m all yours.’’ He smiles shyly, cupping your face and kissing you with all that he’ve got. His lips mold gently against your own and you grow dizzy from his kisses. You follow his lead, letting him guide you towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours.

‘’Be good for me and lay down.’’ You lay mildly, wanting to be good for Yoongi. He bites his lip seeing you obey so quickly. You look so mesmerizing and he’s so captured by you, the sparkle never disappearing once when he really looks at you. His hands are touching every part of you, admiring every single reaction that you give off by simply him touching you, caressing your warm skin as he takes off your clothes. He doesn’t remove another piece of clothing before giving you a small kiss on the body part that gets exposed.

‘’This?’’ He places a kiss to your collarbone, ‘’all mine.’’ He moves down towards your breasts, ‘’these?’’ his lips latch onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around one at the time making you whimper out of disbelief over how good his tongue feels. ‘’All mine.’’ Your cheeks grow hot over how much he reassures you that you’re all his. No one else's. Just his.

His mouth runs further down, almost reaching your heat until he looks up, seeing you so worn out with a smile and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. ‘’And lastly,’’ he places a kiss to your clit, making you gasp from the contact, ‘’your pussy, all mine.’’ He comes back up, caressing your hair with a smile on his face. ‘’Say it, say it’s all mine.’’ He whispers his words to you and you’re growing more hot by the minute, your arousal almost dripping down your thighs at Yoongi’s words.

‘’It’s yours. All of it, yours.’’ Your fingers run through his hair, making him groan in satisfaction of feeling your fingers, touching him so sensually.

Yoongi looks down, pumping his dick once or twice and looks back up to make sure you’re okay. You nod, spreading your legs wider for him. He presses his forehead against yours, the tip of his cock smearing itself in your arousal before pushing in with ease. As his cock finally buries itself in you, you both gasp in tact from the contact. He stretches you out so good you feel as if you’ll come again. He stays nestled in you, biting back a moan of how good you’re taking him, your walls squeezing nicely around him. You latch your lips onto his lips, peppering him with small kisses. Yoongi finally gains courage to move his hips, grinding deeper into you, retrieving and continuing on, creating an effective pace that sends your mind completely off this planet. Your eyes begin to close, fully letting go of your thoughts and focusing on the satisfaction Yoongi is giving you.

‘’Y/N, look down.’’ Your eyes re-open, looking down, seeing Yoongi’s cock disappearing into your body. The sight itself makes you moan softly, your hand landing on Yoongi’s forearm, pressing as he picks up a quicker pace, hitting your g-spot in the process.

‘’Shit!’’ Your grip tightens and Yoongi doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, small pants escaping his mouth. Yoongi swears for a minute he saw stars as he felt you convulse around his cock, signaling you were indeed already close.

‘’Fuck, I’ve dreamt of this. Me being inside of you, being the reason behind your moans, ah fuck!’’ Your nails dig into his back, the overstimulation soon takes you over and your skin burns at Yoongi’s words. He’s dreamt of fucking you, of feeling you, showing you just how much he wants you.

‘’You feel so fucking good Yoongs– mmm.’’ Your praise causes Yoongi to curse against your lips. His hair turns more wet as well as your bodies are almost burning hot against each other. Your breath hitches as your orgasm reaches, begging to be freed. Yoongi notices the way you’ve tightened around him, your body about to let go of the awaiting orgasm. ‘’Let go for me baby.’’ You pull Yoongi’s lips down to yours, kissing him tenderly as you climax.

‘’That’s my girl.’’ He continues, himself about to reach his high and your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him much closer. ‘’Give me all of it, Yoongi.’’ You’re begging to get your walls painted by his cum. He tightens his grip on your hip, thrusting until his hips start to stutter and with a last stroke, he does as you asked, painting your walls nicely with his cum.

‘’Wow.’’ You both grin afterwards not believing what just happened, being too caught in the act itself. ‘’Let’s shower, hmm?’’ You follow him to the bathroom, both of you now standing under the shower head, getting yourselves wet with the warm water landing on your skins.

Yoongi takes his shampoo, pressing the almost finished bottle and grabbing your head, applying the shampoo in your hair. His fingers caress your scalp and you close your eyes enjoying the feeling. ‘’Thank you.’’

You might’ve thanked Yoongi too fast because he fills his mouth up with the warm water, spitting it on your face. You shriek out of response, pushing him away, completely disgusted by his behavior. ‘’What the fuck!’’

‘’What? I thought you were into that stuff?’’ He’s clearly joking with you and you only roll your eyes in response, washing your hair out yourself. So much for having a romantic moment after sex…

3 months later

‘’Relax, it’s just a barbecue with your family. You’ll be fine.’’ You look from outside the window of Yoongi’s car, your legs trembling over Marco’s sudden invitation to a barbecue. It was going to be the first family reunion with Min Yoongi as your actual boyfriend. Scary. You push through your fears, following Yoongi to the front door, your hand intertwined with his. So far your relationship with Yoongi has been a never ending ride of feeling happy and loved. Yoongi has visited your office multiple times with Namjoon, all of you grabbing lunch with Amanda and Hoseok as well. That’s where you finally introduced him as your boyfriend, for real this time. Not long after, Yoongi got invited on the set of Seokjin’s newest drama and Yoongi was a replication of a child at an amusement park for the very first time.

‘’You came!’’ Marco cheerfully exclaimed as he opened the door, his other arm occupied by your niece, Sierra. You come up to her, giving her a peck on the forehead. ‘’Hi Marco.’’ You carefully hug him to not squish his daughter in between you.

Yoongi walks by right after you, giving the mainstream bro hug. You finally get to the outside garden, everyone already gathered. You were only late because you were scared of seeing your mother after you haven’t talked to her since the wedding. Yoongi reminded you that just because she was your mother, does not mean she has a right to stay in your life if she’s affecting you this badly. You’ve grown up, basically without her, you can do that again. Which explains no contact since you started dating Yoongi. He was your family, along with Philip and Sam, Uncle Seokjin, Marco, Aunt Pamela and Amanda. They were your family. They made you feel so good about yourself, making you see every good quality of yourself. Those are the people you want in your life. Although, today you’re gonna have to face her.

It’s funny, she expects you to talk and greet her but instead you walk straight to Marco’s wife, greeting her kindly and going around, Yoongi holding onto your pinky from behind, smiling at everyone.

‘’Y/N.’’ Your mother calls and Yoongi sees you flinch, rubbing your hand for comfort to show you that no matter what happens, he’s here and many others are as well.

You stand in front of her, holding onto your strong words.

‘’Mom, listen, I–’’

‘’You haven’t contacted me since the wedding!’’

‘’Please, just listen to me for once.’’ Your tone makes her halt, shutting her mouth in surprise letting you speak freely, for once in your life. ‘’I am so tired of not being heard, I am your daughter. If you want to have me in your life, you’re gonna have to work on how to properly be there for me.’’ You look behind you, Yoongi nodding his head in approval of your words, being proud out of his mind. You finally stood against your mother and already, you feel so much better.

Your mother lets out a puff, not answering which you don’t mind. You got to say what you needed to and can now enjoy the rest of the evening with none other than your boyfriend, Min Yoongi.

‘’Oh! Y/N, you look happy.’’ Aunt Bridget comments, spotting the big smile easily.

‘’I am very happy, indeed.’’ You look up to meet Yoongi’s eyes, the sparkle reminding you of the love he has for you.

‘’I bet you are darling!’’ Aunt Bridget smirks, meaning something completely off-putting.

You and Yoongi catch on, laughing in sync over Aunt Bridget’s attempt to make you uncomfortable.

‘’Good one.’’ You wink at her, Yoongi and you continue to mingle, not a single worry in sight. You were finally at peace with yourself.

THE END

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cricketnationrise · 3 months

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hello! :) THIS IS SO CUTE I CAN'T WAIT FOR A POSSIBLE CRICKET EXCLUSIVE!! because i am obsessed with u fr but that's common knowledge. <3

for the ficlet fest, if you'd like:

time stamp: 2:23am

location: brownstone

character: alex/henry

song: this is me trying by taylor swift (only if you want!!!!!!!)

rating: whatever you'd like

but like you can go any direction with this I'm just always projecting my adhd/anxiety/not good enough feelings onto alex on a regular basis :')

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THANK YOU SO MUCH! SENDING LOVE XOXO

your cricket exclusive is here! i actually went full on henry pov with this one bc my brain got stuck on the trying of it all. so have some first post-canon fight make up. this is actually the longest ficlet yet, but somehow i don't think that'll be a problem 😂 💜🦗

read the rest of the ficlets here!

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2:32am, brownstone

The brownstone is quiet when he returns, which is completely reasonable for just after two-thirty in the bloody morning.

It’s also immaculate, which is decidedly less so, especially considering the state of the place when Henry stomped out a few hours ago.

The hallway is clear of trip hazards, shoes neatly in the rack. The kitchen gleams in the range hood light; counters clear and wiped down, small appliances lined up as precisely as Buckingham guards. Peeking his head in the for-once dark office reveals two tidy desks, chairs pushed in, and both of their laptops plugged in and charging.

The den at the base of the stairs makes Henry pause. The stacks of books have been put away. The coasters on the coffee table have been relieved of their burdens of half-drunk tea cups and abandoned coffee mugs. In the dim light from the street lamps through the window, Henry can even see vacuum lines in the carpet. A second glance has Henry taking cautious steps inside.

There is one thing out of place after all.

On the couch, propped on a few of the numerous throw pillows Pez insisted upon, and tucked into the quilt Ellen sent them, is Alex. Like an anchor to the ocean floor, Henry is drawn into the room, and to Alex’s side.

He kneels between the coffee table and the couch near Alex’s head and just looks for a long moment. Alex clearly hasn’t been sleeping well. The couch is too short, even for Alex’s shorter frame, so his legs are tucked uncomfortably. His curls are more of a wild mess than normal, like he’s been tugging at them. Alex is gripping the quilt as tightly as he normally clutches Henry, and there’s deep furrows on his forehead.

Henry should let him sleep, probably—neither of them have been sleeping all that well. Increased paparazzi presence as Alex’s first semester of law school starts and Henry takes a more active role in the shelter has been stressful. But Henry can’t help but reach out and try to smooth those lines on his forehead. Something churning and tense settles inside him when his gentle touch has Alex’s eyes blinking open, a small smile on his face when he recognizes Henry..

“You came back.”

“Of course I did, love.”

Alex exhales messily, blinking back tears now. “I wasn’t sure— After earlier—”

Henry shushes him with a hand on his cheek. “I will always come back to you. Promised I was done being an obtuse fuckin’ asshole, didn’t I?”

“You still left, though,” Alex says.

It’s Henry’s turn to fight back tears. “I could hear myself sounding more and more like Philip at his worst. It scared me. I didn’t want to subject you to that, to even inadvertently use my knowledge of you as a weapon. So I left before words I didn’t actually mean could find their mark.” He sways forward, resting his forehead on Alex’s, needing to be closer. “You deserve more than sharply aimed words, especially when you haven’t done a thing wrong.”

“Hen…”

“I’m sorry Alex. I shouldn’t have— I knew it would be different once the paparazzi got wind of our plans, but I wasn’t prepared for how much more invasive they would feel. I’m having a hard time adjusting to life beyond Kensington’s thick walls and I started to take it out on you.”

Alex’s hand pulls on his shoulder. “C’mere.”

Henry climbs onto the couch and sprawls undignified on top of Alex, tucking his head into the crook of his neck. Alex’s hands, as ever, hold him steady, rubbing large circles across his back.

“There were two people in our fight, Henry. You aren’t the only one struggling. Or taking it out on the person he loves.” He presses a kiss to Henry’s temple. “I could hear echoes of my parents, but couldn’t figure out how to stop the word vomit. And that scared me—I never want you and I to be like them.”

Henry pulls his head back to meet his gaze fiercely. “Never.”

Alex smiles at his vehement tone, but it's got a rueful edge to it. “We’re gonna have to figure out how to talk about this stuff before it blows up in our faces again.”

“Not tonight, though?”

“Nah, not tonight.”

They’re quiet for a long moment, curled around each other on the couch, when a niggling thought finds its way past Henry’s lips.

“Alex?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you on the couch? Did you— Did you not want to be in our room?”

Alex holds him tighter. “I— You left and— So I was cleaning, and I did this room last, and when I was done there was no way stairs were happening, so I just collapsed here. I didn’t actually think I'd fall asleep, I don't usually when you aren’t right next to me.”

“So it wasn’t because you wanted space from me?”

“Fucking hell, baby. No, I never want space. I want the opposite of space from you. If I could figure out a way to crawl into your rib cage every night I would.”

“Oh.” The last bit of tension leaves Henry’s body at that and he relaxes fully on top of Alex.

“Yeah, oh.” Alex chuckles. “But, as nice as you feel on top of me, it’s late and this couch ain’t big enough for the two of us.”

“You fit on it better than I do,” Henry can’t help but tease.

“First of all, rude. Second of all, I also have to pee so get up before I shove you off.”

Reluctantly, Henry stands and reaches down to help Alex up after him. Henry folds the quilt and hangs it over the back of the couch, smoothing the last wrinkles with his hand. When he straightens up, Alex is only halfway up the stairwell.

“Meet you in bed?” Alex whispers.

Henry climbs up to meet him. “Always, love.”

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alexgalaxyboo · 1 year

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It all started with one thought. Hey I rlly wanna draw some sort of femme fatale esque Soap.

So I went to bother @hyperfixationwizard about it, as you do.

The initial idea was obviously that he's seducing Ghost but then I thought hey it'd also be really cool if he was seducing some other dude (which of course ended up being Graves) and Ghost was his like.. bodyguard I guess.

Cue a metric fuckton of pining and jealousy they're in denial about.

So—to set the scene. The 141 and co are some sort of secret spy group blah blah blah, tasked with gaining very important information from none other than the CEO of Shadow Corporations, who is none other than Philip Graves of course.

Soap and Ghost are leading the mission, with Soap intended to seduce Graves, earn his trust and then gain access into .. like the company's super secret database so they can find the info they need to expose them. Or something. The plot is still in progress (he says, meanwhile together with Hype they wrote approximately 6k words or so between the two of them).

The plan is simple, or at least it seems simple enough until Ghost starts finding himself very very jealous that Soap is flirting with Graves. Like how dare that asshole even LOOK in his direction. Not because he's in love with him or anything, absolutely not what are you on about.

Soap of course is no less interested in Ghost—big guy, mysterious and cool, nice voice, what is he missing, really—and maybe he is more friendly chatty and flirty than he claims he is with everyone. Even if he was, Ghost can't really tell because he's busy being down bad so it's fine.

And things go according to plan, y'know? Attend a gala here, go to some fancy meeting there, maybe a date for like.. golf or whatever stupid rich assholes do, I wouldn't know, but they're earning Graves' trust and that's all that matters.

And maybe somewhere in between all that, Soap and Ghost kind of have.. a Moment™ where Soap asks for help to put a necklace on and asks Ghost for help. There's something about the feeling of his bare fingertips (because he'd have to take his gloves off, no?) so faintly brushing against the skin on his back, something about the intimacy of literally baring his neck to Ghost (because he trusts him and it's quickly becoming clear he doesn't just trust Ghost to watch his back he trusts Simon) and somewhere between all of those some things they probably stay frozen there in front of the mirror for longer than they should've and longer than it should've been acceptable.

They do snap out of it though, with Soap meeting Ghost's gaze through the mirror and shooting him a wink before hurrying off pretending his cheeks weren't burning red.

Funnily enough, that same night or maybe a day or two later, when Graves presents Soap with a necklace as a gift and insists on helping him put it on himself, Ghost finds his blood boiling at the way his hands linger around Soap's neck, peering over his back to admire the pretty piece of jewelry and is about seconds away from murdering him on the spot—subtlety and diplomacy of the mission be damned.

Ta-da!

(there's ,, more to it I guess but this post is getting very long so ,, feel free to ask anything and everything as always lmao)

#blah blalex #ghoap spy au #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #philip graves #codmw2 #call of duty #trans john soap mactavish #did i mention that? i don't think i did. but yeah he's trans. ofc he is. me and hype made this what else could he be.

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PÍA RAMBLES #8

you might have seen this post or this wip intro. i'm here to talk about this book because i think it's really cool @teddywriting and i wrote almost 40k words by simply playing dolls with our ocs.

(yes i will be using screencaps of before sunrise, 1995 for any and all subsequent updates regarding this project thank you very much)

what's weird about this book in particular is that, despite maripaz and theo taking up way too much space in my brain, it's also incredibly hard to talk about them?? i know every single detail about them down to what they might order to eat at a mcdonald's, and yet i feel no one outside from teddy and i really knows these characters. their lore is weird and a bit convoluted and explaining it feels like i'm trying to explain the plot of a television show with like 18 seasons of character development you just had to be there to witness to understand even a fraction of it.

but first some basics about the actual book

title: babylon boy (book 1 of the home habitat duology)

genre: literary fiction

category: i say adult because there will be no censoring of topics but in this first installment our protagonists are around eighteen years old. you might consider that ya but i wouldn't

a small summary: having independently run away from home for their own reasons, theo and maripaz meet while homeless on the streets and form an alliance of convenience to survive. while theo vehemently denies the drug addiction he’s nursing, maripaz tries to deal with the way both want and revulsion seem to exist in her at the same time. falling in love is probably the easiest thing they do.

teddy and i are co-authoring, as in we both write the words. they will be primarily working on theo's chapters and i will be primarily working on maripaz's chapters but we'll both be involved in fully crafting this story.

talking about your book is hard when all that happens in it is character work so even whether someone gets sick at one point feels like a spoiler you want people to be surprised by.

we created mari and theo in 2020 on a whim. i can't even remember what prompted it exactly. we wanted a new pair of characters to play with and we decided to make two assholes to bicker and be mean to each other. this iteration saw three reincarnations before we put the characters on the shelf and almost resigned ourselves to them being a miss... if not for one important detail... i really, really believed they should have kissed. this first version of them would eventually be known as the homeless au.

looking back it's Wild thinking about how different mari and theo used to be. we moved onto new aus to play around with, landing on a superhero-type beat that became their new canon for a while. we had fantasy and sci-fi and musicians and hadestown and the raven cycle (that last one did so much for us it's insane). every new thing we tried shaped them more and more until they were unrecognisable from their original versions. one day i really want to go through their threads from start to finish and look at that change in real time.

there was a new thesis to their characters and it was no longer "what if two awful guys with issues were forced together and tried to bite each other's heads off". instead we were looking at two characters that through every new incarnation became more sincere and gentle. they had meta-narrative character development.

(every new au also gave us more characters to populate the world including but not limited to theo's twin sister, maripaz's seven siblings, alex, philip, a whole lot of parental figures, a quirky cast of friends... but i'll talk about them some other time)

then i did it again. in the 2.0 version of the homeless au there was one scene i loved beyond words where an argument between our two protagonists resulted in maripaz punching theo right on the mouth. when she tried to swing a second time he stopped her hand and warned her that if she wanted to hit him he would hit back. they fought and the scene ended. i said to teddy: they should have kissed. we laughed and imagined how homeless au would go now that their characters had changed so much. we started thinking about it more and more until we were moving the pieces of their cinematic universe around to fit this new idea... and suddenly we had plot for a book that would revamp that original homeless au... and a sequel too! (but more on that second one another time)

teddy started a rp thread of what came right after the opening scene of babylon boy, where theo and maripaz would shoplift and he would steal the angel necklace she wore (<- this is important)... and we just kept going... and going. we'd already had a few keys scenes to work towards, one those being that punching scene that started it all, as well as the ending. teddy added two new scenes we began calling the halo scene and the church scene, and we moved something we called the pool scene into this book from another au. we just had to fill in the blanks... fill in the blanks we did.

these right here are the names i gave each individual thread of the roleplay-ification of babylon boy. their purpose is not so much to be chapter titles but to make specific scenes easy to find for future reference. though obviously i had to be a bit artistic about it.

i don't know if babylon boy will have chapter titles, and if they will have some sort of theme going on (usually i like just putting two words together to create some imagery). "angel face" is probably what i would title chapter 1, but i also hesitate on that decision because i think i would like to save angel for later.

these threads are less of a draft and more the skeleton of a draft, that's why i called it a draft 0. its purpose is to give teddy and i direction and reading through them i already know how i want to shift the timeline and how i'd rewrite some of the scenes to make them a lot better, but it did give us a great cause and effect look of things. the way teddy and i approach our roleplay threads is more loose than what i do with @on-the-river-lethe (with whom i'm currently roleplaying draft 1 of our book lupine trail and also a giant hunger games au). fluffy and i write responses between 1k-4k words, they are basically chapters. teddy and i instead do a quick call and response, mostly focused on dialogue, we build on top of each other and neither of us really knows where a thread will go when we start.

there are no actual non-roleplay words written for babylon boy thus far. teddy is in charge of chapter 1 as we open with theo's pov but we are both busy or focused on other things. right now we're enjoying the playing around stage of the process (which i don't see going away even once we start seriously writing, i know for a fact we'll probably do various roleplay-type passes to babylon boy).

you've probably noticed the christian imagery is rampant here. it happened kind of by accident and the already mentioned halo scene is entirely to blame for it. like i said, teddy and i have this very "yes, and," approach to storytelling together where we kinda build on top of what the other puts down. teddy gave me the description of one (1) scene where theo sees a halo of light around maripaz's head and i decided "well, this is now i thing that is here to stay". church scene really brought it all together and there is a scene in book 2 adeptly nicknamed the angel scene that is kind of the culmination of this.

the imagery is almost exclusive to theo's pov as mari is more the subject of the imagery than the one pushing it forward. teddy and i will be doing our most to fill this book with visuals: characters lined with stained glass windows, lights shaped like hearts, signs and graffiti that say meaningful stuff.

babylon boy, as the title suggests, is more theo's book. both he and maripaz have meaningful arcs but theo's is really at the core of it, mari takes centre stage in book 2 (titled gossamer girl). i think i talked about this somewhere before but the titles just kind of... happened. gossamer was relevant for that superhero au and it's just a word i really adore so i wanted to use it on the title. you can't go wrong with alliteration so gossamer girl it is. and because i love when books in a series match i had to do something with boy. like gossamer i adore babylon for some reason, and so we got babylon boy. i wasn't sure about that one because while gossamer girl made sense with the theme, what did "babylon boy" even mean, exactly? teddy came in clutch and analysed the title for me. they connected it to theo's drug addiction and now i can't think of any two titles that are more perfect for this series.

like i said, there are no actual words written for this book so sadly i cannot share any excerpts. but i will share

Festival was very much the result of teddy and i having just watched before sunrise, 1995

we watched before sunrise, 1995 because the mannerisms of the two leads reek of maripaz and theo

"until a miracle happens" became a recurring thing said in the draft and it wrecked me

Our Fears is probably my favourite thread both thematically and visually. followed closely by Church Angels, though that one is mostly visually

The Pool is the longest thread with about 90 responses and all of it is beautiful. i would probably consider it the companion to Our Fears

"mutual pining they're both just idiots"

the closing image is probably my favourite one of the book

the core themes are very much trust, love, and communal help. we've got such an array of npcs who simply... help. i love the human race.

i'll probably do another update before we start properly writing talking about maripaz and theo as characters specifically. a bit of a crash course on who they are, really.

anyway. i'm giving you a golden star if you read all of that ⭐ do ask me or teddy about this story!! we'd be happy to talk about it. or even just about the characters.

cheers, pía

#pia rambles #( wip ) bb&gg

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rreskk · 11 months

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Hii! If it's not a problem can you make one where Trevor meets reader's ex (perhaps an asshole one lol)? What would happen? 👀

A/N: I experimented with this fanfic so sorry if it's all over the place! Also, I might do a sequal to this because I left it on a cliffhanger lol

Summary: You mentioned your ex and... Trevor has his ways of inserting his dominance.

Word count: 1586

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

TW: -Smut

You mentioned your ex once… In a conversation striked by Trevor himself, you slid out the name of your past lover that happened to be the one just before Trevor. In response, you’d assume he’d force more information out so he can settle his furious curiosity. No way did he like the fact that you’ve been loved by different men! Trevor managed to keep cool and pretend he wasn’t bothered.

He was.

He was VERY bothered and ran to Ron after the conversation. Demanding the number of your so-called ex, after a few days of nagging and tormenting Ronald, he received the exact telephone dial and saved it into his phone for another time. Refusing to tell Ron his plan, Trevor had been hiding his excitement all day… He waited and waited for the perfect moment. Hell! You had no idea what he was doing! Trevor’s need to insert dominance was infuriating. With the knowledge of your past lovers mistakes, he couldn’t wait to record the video expressing his upmost devotion to you through ungodly activities, and send it as a “fuck you” message for breaking your heart. All this… Without your notice.

Trevor, trying not to make himself obvious, was hogging in front of his dresser fiddling until his phone stood… Recording. He made sure it captured the full sight of his bed, so whatever happened, it would document it all. When the flash signalled it’s process of recording, he smirked into the camera as you were unnoticeably lying in his bed, reading a magazine. You hadn’t of seen this and assumed he was searching for something in the drawers. With a small smile, he ripped away the magazine from your hand and crawled over you.

“Whaaat?” You grinned at his playful behaviour.

Trevor tilted his head and gave you a needy kiss on the lips. You were suspicious of this clinginess but didn’t complain. His hand troubled your waist, pulling up your shirt so he had full sight of your chest and face-planted into it, smothering his kisses and tongue all over your curves and skin. You gasped and gripped onto his hair. What’s gotten into him?

“Trev- Oh…” Looking down at the sight of his desperate tongue entrancing you with his saliva, you bite your lip and held the urge to give in as you already fucked once today. He gambled at your curves and pulled you closer to his embrace. There was no escape as you smirked at him, “What are you doing? You’re acting weird.”

Trevor mumbled against your stomach, “Is loving my gorgeous woman weird? Is praising the love of my life weird?” He tongued your pet names so mockingly but so… Sexily. There was something up, you know it. But you don’t say it. You shook your head to respond. It wasn’t like he saw anyway, it wasn’t like he cared. Trevor carried on feasting your body like a hungry animal, demanding his territory, grunting at the impulsive horniness he’s facing.

Unaware of the phone recording this treasurable moment, you were confident and threw off your shirt. Trevor toddled your breasts and sucked, licked, bitten, spat on them. The drool from his mouth delivered and served you joy now you were painted in his DNA. With your whole upper body abused by Trevor’s selfish tongue, he finally reached your lips again and kissed you like life depended on it. The saliva dripped down your stomach and sides, giving you the sensation of hot and cold temperatures, making you shiver and squirm while enchanted in this kiss.

“God, I love you.” He whispered as you forced your tongue into his mouth. Trevor felt his limbs grow weak and his groin slammed against your hips. It made you both gasp. Now the tension was getting hotter. His arms rotated you into sitting on his pelvis, absolutely destroying his erection that poked from the hem of his saggy sweatpants. Trevor gave you a “whoopsie, I did that” look as he thrusted his hips against your thighs. With this sign, he wanted you to take care of him.

Trevor sunk into the mattress when you carefully pulled down his sweatpants. The man underneath you gasped since the cold air began mangling his boner, making it shudder and twitch uncontrollably. He went to remove his pants but you slapped his hand away.

“Not yet.” You whispered and Trevor sent a secret gaze to the camera, smirking with pride.

He soon looked up at you, “I’m reaaally horny… Baby, please.” His eyes glazed with innocence.

Biting your lip, you turned around, committing to the reverse cowgirl position and dismayed his hidden erection. Trevor whimpered and gasped in pain when you leaned forward, your ass dominating and rubbing against his bulge. His eyes stared at your curves with undying lust. Seeing you move and tease wasn’t out of the ordinary… You both take turns to test each other but knowing there is a camera recording this, Trevor felt more horny considering your ex… Will be watching this.

“My God!”

Without warning, you began riding him dry. To his luck, your tits were bouncing right into the phones view. He grinned and placed his hands on your hips, sneakily guiding you towards his raging boner when you paused, understanding his motives here. You returned his grin with a daring smirk.

“Hmm, is that what you want baby?” You asked.

He nodded frantically, “I want to fuck you, sugar, let me fuck you… Please.”

He asked, you deliver.

The atmosphere increased in tension when you turned around. Your fingers gently tugged down his underwear and soon, his cock jumped out the millisecond of it’s freedom. Trevor groaned and went to touch it, but again, you slapped away his hands.

“Let me.”

He watched intently as you rotated back to the reverse cowgirl position. You held his dick under your entrance without even looking! Trevor bit into his lip and stared directly into the camera, almost as though he was saying: “watch and learn”. With one tug of your hips, he forced you down onto your dick and you both moaned.

“Ohhhh…” You breathed. Trevor kept one hand on your hips while the other grabbed the hair that dangled against your back. As you were beginning to jump up and down, he yanked the hair strands, causing you to fall back slightly, your tits fully exposed to the camera and your face of ecstasy obvious. Trevor smirked and kept his grip on your hair, tugging every now and then while glaring daggers into the phone. He wanted you to yelp out every sound you can produce as he wanted to let the lucky audience knows… That he makes you feel better than anyone else.

Increasing the pace, you stared at the wall ahead and moaned loudly. Trevor, behind you, was also gagging out cracked moans. He was lying in the pillows, beginning to feel his climax already. His hands lazily placed itself on your waist now; squeezing, fondling, slapping your curves with egoistic pride. The saliva he spat from earlier was still visible on your skin. The lighting would make this a key detail when looking at the phones perspective.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered from underneath you. The way your whole hips swayed to demolish his dick… The way your back bends whenever he hits your core… The way he sees your hands grip his thighs for security when the sensation gets so overwhelming. He holds out his tongue and stares back into the camera, mouthing out something to the lucky ex-lover: “Look at my girl.”

After a few minutes of riding him, you felt Trevor lean forward and press his chest against your back. His arms sneaked around your naked waist and those greedy palms gripped onto your tits, completely holding you into his embrace from behind, threating you into captivity; heaving, yearning, pleading with his slimy lips that travelled from your neck to your collarbone. His cock remained deep inside you as he’d push his hips up and with one hit, he abused your clit, sending you into a coma after a coma after a coma. Your eyes rolled back and he toyed with your breasts while you climaxed. His lips grazed the lobes of your ear.

“So fuckin’ hot…”

Your moan slowly dissolved before Trevor thrusted into your fluids and the final blow sent him into spasms as well. The man practically caged himself around you. As he holds you from behind, his teeth engraved itself upon your shoulder, trying to contain the feisty moan that escaped anyway. He squealed with dying pleasure.

“Ohhhh, MY- I LOVE YOU!” The volume and tensity made you gasp. The moment Trevor lets his cum roam out, he rested his chin on your shoulder and pulled you back onto the bed. A giggle left your lips at this childish antique.

“That was so good.” You smiled to his dazed face.

Though he hasn’t recovered from his orgasm, Trevor smiled back, “It was fuckin’ amazing, [y/n].”

His sweatpants was still sluggishly tangled around his lower thighs. You resorted into collecting your underwear and clothes. He watched you with admiration before notifying him that you’re going to the bathroom. When you left the room, Trevor jumped for the phone that was still hidden near his drawers and smirked into the camera. He was all close and personal now.

“Get fucked, YOU COCKSUCKER!”

The recording ended.

And you bet your ass, he DID send that damn video…

Mhm, the reply wasn’t pretty.

#grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #grand theft auto #grand theft 5 #gta v #gta 5 #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor gta #grand theft auto v #gran theft auto v #trevor philips fanfiction #trevor philips/you #trevorphilips #trevor philips headcanons

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Flight of Icarus Spoilers and Opinions - Hellcheer Version

Just my thoughts on the Hellcheer crumbs in the book. I wanted to write it short and just for myself, but it became longer so I thought I'll share it with people who might be interested.

I haven't rewatched S4 and I haven't processed Eddie's characterisation as intense as fanfic writers so maybe I can be wrong here and there, but this is just my opinion. This is not too organised, sorry, I'm sleepy lol

I think the fact that Eddie thought Chrissy was just another conformity-loving cheerleader girl fits his character. Eddie has formed his prejudice to jocks rock-solid since forever here, thus skipping her existence until then.

Chrissy may have been pressured to behave as the perfect cheerleader too so far, but the sweet Chrissy can't just stay quiet when the jocks harass Gareth. Chrissy is different, thus Eddie notices her again.

I love it when Eddie says "straight teeth". Maybe I overanalyse it, but that just symbolises that Eddie is far too stuck up in his prejudiced thinking. Because Chrissy - by coincidence because I'm sure the production casted Grace without taking account of her appearance - doesn't have what society called "perfect teeth". I don't know if the writer wrote that deliberately, but I think that's interesting? Just symbolises even further that Chrissy is actually not the cliche cheerleader girl he thought of.

I don't think of this book as absolute canon, but based on this, my headcanon is Eddie notices Chrissy more and more from then on (or after the book time (I haven't finished the book lol)) and as a result, he respects cheerleaders and has a soft spot for them, which is why he was kind to the cheerleaders in the cafeteria scene.

About him not remembering her until then, as much as I love the "Eddie has a crush on Chrissy since middle school" fanon, I think it's understandable that he didn't clock her or remember her until then. He got a life after middle school, I guess. But since in the show, Eddie called the talent show "hangout", the writer should have shown that thought process in the book. Or like emphasising more that this is a significant moment for him. But maybe I'm just asking for too much lol Hellcheer is canon but not "canon" anyway.

I like that the writer emphasises subtly Jason's...craziness, to foreshadow his character and what he is capable of doing.

As I have said before, I like the talent show background story. Lots of Hellcheer writers have written a similar version of their own, so it's very familiar. It also foreshadows Chrissy's struggles with her parents (as the writer should, what a missed opportunity if not). I can't make up my mind yet about Chrissy's "hungry jealousy" at Eddie's dad being late though.

We don't know much about Chrissy's dad. I love her fanon dad's characterisation fans based on the vision, but this makes me wonder if there's so much more about her dad. But I think fanon is not that far off, seeing the "blank-faced" Philip Cunningham at her daughter being lectured by the abusive Laura ("grabbing her shoulder and yanking her to the door" wtf??????? Chrissy Protection Squad, go go go!!!)

The fact that middle school Eddie immediately says sorry to Chrissy pointing at her mum tells me that he realises Chrissy's struggles intuitively. I love that Chrissy immediately opens up to Eddie with that "me too" and "like a secret she never told anyone". Just like 20-year-old Eddie sees through her and 18-year-old Chrissy opens up to him at the picnic table.

Well, I love Steve Harrington and his cameo. I like that it is implied that Jason is kinda scared of him lol

I'm overanalysing again but I love that Jason immediately pulls Chrissy away the moment she starts to defend Eddie. Just shows that Jason is that asshole who wants Eddie to...hm, get executed(? lol) no matter what, just like how he is in S4. But maybe it's more likely so that Chrissy won't tell the truth, hah.

#flight of icarus opinions #kris'#hellcheer #flight of icarus spoilers

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On Being Seen

I'll warn you in advance, friends and colleagues - I might not have quite an optimistic take on this one. In advance I'll say that I'm totally all right, there's no need to comfort or fawn or worry. It's just been a pretty crazy couple of days and it's sort of left me in a kind of perturbed state of mind.

I feel as if I've developed a reputation on Writeblr as someone strongly supportive of other writers through their struggles and successes, and I figure it might be useful to see that I speak as someone who has their fair share of doubts. Consider it a show of neurosis that supports me as your steadfast advocate in creative growth and potential.

I'll put it under a read more. It's nothing triggering I don't think, I'm just a little embarrassed to have it fully visible under what I still consider to be a relatively professional space. Or at least a space for me as a professional whose brand involves not being very professional.

Nevertheless.

I debated for a long time self-publishing Blind Trust. I went back and forth every so often for weeks, and my poor wife had to deal with the brunt of my strange excuses not to do it. It really came down to one big question, which was...why?

Why am I publishing this? And for money, no less? That's weird. Why would anybody support that? It wouldn't deter me from writing if I never published any of the Songbird Elegies. I'd still write them. I've been writing stories for almost 20 years that no one has ever read and no one will probably ever read.

Sure, I have the fantasies of relative cult notoriety. People making fanart of my characters and sharing weird memes about my plot points. Finding comfort in the words and stories I've created to comfort myself. When I was still considered schizoaffective my dad gave me a copy of Flow My Tears the Policeman Said by Philip K. Dick and said that he was "like us". If that happened to someone else with one of my books it would mean the world to me.

Then again, would it? Because in my actual, real, physical life I am terrible at taking praise. It's like trying to catch a ball from the other side of a brick wall. If you ever pass me on the street I'm guaranteed to be wearing soundproof headphones and blasting music to keep anyone from talking to me. You might catch my eye and I'll smile and nod, maybe toss a compliment your way, but if you try to have a conversation and I do not know you I will absolutely just keep walking. I can't do it.

I love people and I'm terrified of people. It's always been this way.

It's easier online. I mean it when I say that I'm open to anyone here just starting a conversation with me about anything. There's already the unspoken assumption that we're all already weird, so I don't have to think too hard about your motivations. But still, large amounts of praise and positive reinforcement make me deeply uncomfortable. I've been trying to work on that for years, but I find most advice on building self-worth deeply unhelpful.

It's not like I'd prefer hate. I think I'm just not used to being noticed either way.

This is the first time I've made an honest effort to put my work, and by proxy myself (all writers are brands now, says the publishing industry as a whole) on display online. And for the most part it's been great! I enjoy the connections I've made here. The promise of making more. There are so many skilled storytellers here that it gives me a lot of hope and excitement for the future of literature.

But it's weird. It's really weird.

Most of the time I see it as another social media client. I stand by the posts I make and do them for fun, but I also do them to maintain a presence and draw in more attention. I studied to do things like this for work before. I picked like three social media management tactics that I thought I could remember when I was 18 and just stuck by them. And then occasionally I go oh wait. This isn't some nonprofit. This isn't a start-up for tech assholes. This is me.

And that's weird.

It's not a massive following I have, but it's more than I've ever had before under my own personal and creative writing. I published short stories and articles, but I never heard anything from them. There are short stories I have on online journals that I genuinely do not know if anyone has read. Here, I see people like things and I'm like huh. I feel like a mummy or a ghoul. I do not understand what people are doing.

One part of my brain takes this information and says that it's probably proof that when I publish Blind Trust, some people will buy it. People have expressed interest already. Which means they're probably interested, I think. I post excerpts of my writing and people seem to enjoy it enough to click a button or leave a comment. That's cool. I don't get why it happens, but it's very cool and it makes me happy.

At the same time there's this undercurrent of paranoia. I don't get it. And I don't think I ever will. That's essentially been my only coping mechanism for publishing at this point - I don't know if it'll work, but I might as well try and if I do something will probably happen.

I know I'm a writer. At this point it would be ridiculous to say I wasn't. I'm a professional, working writer, and experienced enough to know that saying all that doesn't say much in terms of quality.

Am I a good writer? I don't really know what that means. I like Blind Trust. I'm reading it for the fourth time as I edit it again and I genuinely enjoy it. So someone who thinks like me and has similar tastes to myself might feel the same way. I don't really know who that person might be. Statistically I imagine they have to exist somewhere. And that there's at least a handful of them.

Imposter Syndrome is real and I don't think it ever goes away. I'd like to think that it's one of those things where you think about it less and less, and this is just the first night in maybe five months that I'm really thinking about it.

I'm not expecting to make a ton of money off my first book. In fact, I probably will be sick from anxiety with any purchase I get for the first year, because it means that someone spent human money on writing I am happy to just give them for free.

But this is going to be my job. I want this to be my job so I can spend more time doing it. Because I've dedicated so much time to doing all of this, it means I get to spend a lot of my day getting other writers to write even a little bit of their own stories. And that's so important to me.

I don't know. I don't really have a neat end to this. I'm forcing myself to actually follow through with posting it, and then to continue keeping it up even though it feels incredibly vulnerable to be, in my opinion, this self-indulgent and whiny. It's insecure. I'm still insecure. I'm in therapy and on medication and there's more shit I got to do in life.

Still, I'm telling myself that my version of being a Professional Writer is to showcase emotional pitfalls like this. Newer writers might know that you can sometimes have a night where you might not be in despair, per say, but certainly deep confusion, and then come back the next day and keep on working. I stand by what I mean when I say that the craft should not be entirely miserable. It is still maybe 25% inconvenient to me, and I am currently in that less-desirable quarter.

So what am I doing? Wife got us Jersey Mike's, so I had a yummy sandwich. Kafka is sitting on my calves, just behind my laptop monitor. I'm listening to my soul/funk playlist while Wife plays Hell Divers for the first time. Later we're going to play a board game.

But for now, I'm going to keep editing my goddamned novel.

Blind Trust out in June. Get ready people, because I'm not.

#writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #on writing #writing #indie author #authors of tumblr #vent post #personal #oh god the ego #i'm dying

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charliethomascoxuniverse · 11 months

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You know, the real tragedy of the Duke of Crowborough having never become a reoccurring character is that none of you know just how much you’d have come to love the little bastard. Just as much as you came to love Thomas Barrow over the seasons, even though he’s also a regular little bastard himself.

But Philip...Philip is THAT bitch. The charming gay asshole with the mischievous glint in his eye who goes around willfully and insouciantly pissing off the rest of his peers with a smile on his face. Because he KNOWS he can.

When I think of all the BDE Charlie Cox would’ve brought to Philip - and you all know he would have BROUGHT IT - I could just cry.

#ugh when I think of all the missed opportunities...🥺#and the way that Philip is literally the ONLY other canonically gay man in whole DA series #he was too entertaining to not have been a reoccurring character istg #Julian Fellowes classism adoring self couldn't handle having Philip as a regular character lol #Philip is just too powerful too chaotic and too irreverent lmao #my random ramblings #Duke of Crowborough #Philip Villiers #Charlie Cox #Thomas Barrow #downton abbey

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eddiesghxst · 9 months

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do you or have you ever played gta 5? i’m on a kick from it. i never play video games (besides sims 4) but my brother is a heavy video game player, wants to be in the business programming and all that so he introduced me to it. but i have a huge crush on one of the characters who’s a little more controversial just because he’s crazy but he’s also such a loser. Trevor Philips. in fucking love.

Eddie and Trevor are complete idiot losers. however, i like to dig into how crazy Trevor is and how soft it’s canon that he gets for those he loves. I like to think that Eddie is the same way. Yes protective but maybe because he has never had a girl he loves this fiercely, he holds on to her like a porcelain doll. Anyone that looks in her way, anyone. any friend no matter how good has no fucking business looking in her way if it’s nothing but good.

there’s no way he can be cannoned as weak, he’ll get into a fist fight if it means someone made you even doubt yourself, he’ll come home with a broken nose and fuck your security back to the top where it belongs. he’ll walk a million miles carrying you if it meant you didn’t want to.

🫶 anon

god he's so whipped, this is true

ALSO i just wanna add, i was rewatching season 4 for the 50th time whilst writing and idk why i never paid attention and realized wayne has a thick ass southern accent and i'm blaming it on me being from texas and that being the norm for me😭

BUT THAT BEING SAID i like to imagine wayne passed a bit of his southern tendencies onto eddie

and one thing about southern people is they don’t fuck around when it comes to people they love okay and we can already see that with the way wayne was so protective over eddie

SO (bear with me) obviously wayne and eddie only had each other and were tight-knit in some manner, but when you come along ?? god, eddie is on ten

that man will a thousand percent call anyone out if they’re eyeing you for too long. he puts his hand in your back pocket when you’re walking together, or he makes you slip a finger through his belt loop. when you stop at the gas station and eddie gives you some money to get a snack, he intently watches through the window as he pumps the gas, just waiting for someone to get too close to you so he can walk in there and tell them to fuck off

and he knows you can take care of yourself, he knows you can fend off any annoying asshole that can’t take a hint, but he can’t help the knee jerk reaction he has when anyone tries to fuck with what’s his. so yeah, he’s protective (maybe too protective sometimes), but it’s all out of love and he looks cute when he’s disgruntled so it’s a win win.

and ofc wayne’s southern ass is protective over you too, it’s like you’ve got your own little grumpy guards🥰

also no i have not played GTA, should i look into it ??👀 i’m highkey thinking abt getting into gaming🤭 i like mortal kombat but i’ve only played the mobile app and i also fw COD bc….ik y’all seen ghost and könig and price and and and— god they’re all so fuckin fine bye

#🫶 anon #CAN U TELL HOW HAPPY IT MADE ME WHEN I REALIZED WAYNE HAS A LITTLE SOUTHER TWANG🤭🥰#I LOVE MY SOUTHERN FOLKS #MINUS THE SHITTY P*LITICS #OKAY IM GOING BACK TO TYPING #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #drabble #eddie munson headcanons #eddie headcanons #eddie munson au #eddie munson fanfic

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northwest-cryptid · 5 months

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i am going to tell you the hopkins lore i pulled out of my ass. this isnt canon

i think hopkins isnt. really all that awful to be honest. objectively hes just. average for the city. hes seen as awful because hes an obstacle to the player, but like. his crime is stealing enkephalin and fucking off, while fucking over his coworker he didnt really like

i see ppl who say he doesnt care about aya which is probably intended by projmoon but i see it less as that and more he doesnt really...want to express emotions in front of the limbus crew? he openly mocks yuri and the sinners dying and does not hesitate to stab them in the back right after aya dies

and he doesnt mock aya when she dies. actually he barely says anything at all that isnt about dante not being able to speak. hes completely silent otherwise. which could be because of yuri freaking out but he usually pokes at yuri?

so to me i think he did care, he just didnt want to show weakness. is he an ass? yeah, but hes not uniquely an ass. hes just normal for the city, and honestly he makes a good point about the sinners going in entirely unprepared for anything lol

I cannot tell you how much I appreciate the opening sentence to this all because telling me straight up "this is a product of my own thoughts" helps a ton!

Also yea go off fam, I don't mind this sort of thing when I know what I'm dealing with. It's the mix of fandomization with actual facts of the canon narrative sprinkled in just enough to be confusing that bugs me.

Also I don't recognize the name, but I love the point of like "sure this person is an asshole but there's nothing about him that is actually worse than anyone else in the city."

I think that's something a lot of people forget about the Proj Moon universe. We sorta view it like it's our world but just different, if we lived in the city we'd all do what we needed to in order to survive.

I'm not a violent person, I have no reason to kill or hurt anyone and considering the world we live in I likely, hopefully; never will. However if I lived in the city I'd absolutely carry weapons regularly and I'd live by the core rules of "kill them before they can kill you" and "never leave yourself vulnerable" like hell Roland was arguably a saint compared to most since a lot of what he did, he did for the reasons of living a better life with his wife and child where they'd be safe and we all know how that turned out for him so like...

The city is not "Earth with our current society but a little different and quirky" it's a society where people do shitty things on the regular just to get by, to survive at the bare minimum.

If we judge individuals of that universe using their in world circumstances it's actually interesting how people who in our world would be shitty horrible awful no good people are basically your run of the mill asshole no different from that Karen at starbucks who yells at the barista, is that a horrible asshole thing to do? Absolutely, but it doesn't mean I think said Karen deserves like, death or something; she's just a dick but that's not like uniquely dickish.

By Proj Moon standards this dude sounds like a petty thief and a dick at worst, not like some super villain who's experimenting on children or murdering people for the sake of their own enjoyment and empowerment. Sure it sounds like he's a manipulative asshole but he's not AYIN or like, any of the Ensemble who arguably were bigger dicks for their actions (outside of victims like Philip who turned to the Ensemble for arguably sad reasons and yes should still be held accountable for their shitty behavior but weren't as bad as say the lady who wanted to kill people because only the strong deserve to live or some shit.)

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