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clementinesjourney · 3 years

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Record Shop Funk - Pt. 1 Like real people do

A.N. : Hey guys, so i had this idea yesterday, and i really hope you'll like it. <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Words: 1,9k

Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)

Warnings: nothing yet :)

Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..

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You and Bucky shared an apartment above the recordshop you both worked in. Your aunt was the owner of both, so it was a fairly good payment, and a fairly good apartment for a cheap price. It was a bright and big apartment with two bedrooms, so your decided to rent it out, all while searching for a helper to the shop downstairs. When Bucky came in applying for the job, you asked out of joke if he needs a place to live since you had seen around 5 people already and none of them felt right. His eyes lit up as he said he is in fact looking for a place. Since he was fitting for a job, and looked like a decent guy, you congratulated him on his new job, and asked if he wants to see the place today. You still had one and a half hour to close, but after it you would gladly show him the apartment.

He had nothing better to do, so he agreed to it, feeling happy about having a job he might actually like and a coworker he might actually will get along with.

-Do you drink coffee? I was thinking of getting one in the meantime. My friend works close by, and they make the best coffee in town. - He asked.

-I could go for one thank you - you smiled at him - iced cold-brew, no sugar, i'm sweet enough.. - you said with a smile.

He couldn't help but smile back at the joke. When he arrived at the café, he saw his friend Steve flirting with a girl whom he could visibly see trembling just cause he talked to her. Steve always had his way with girls, ever since the serum of course. After he broke up with Peggy, it was mostly just hookups, never finding a girl worth keeping around. Not as if they werent kind, pretty or good to him, it just never felt right. Bucky smiled at his friend, Steve immediately shifted his gaze from the girl, to a very happy Bucky.

-Did you get the job?

-Better.. I got the job, and she has a room for rent which i'll see tonight.

-Wow Bucky, i didn't know you were even better then i am.. sooo how does she look? - asked Steve with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows. He wanted Bucky to get a girl since ages and hearing this, his mind immediately ventured there.

-5'7, ginger, green eyes, freckles, curvy just the right places. why?

-Nothing Buck.. nothing.. - Steve said smirking at his friend.. Bucky never realized when he liked a girl, so he never really acted on it. He last had a woman back in the 40's.

-Sooo i know you didn't come to have chat with me, one black coffee and.. ?

-ah, iced cold-brew, no sugar..

After paying for the coffee, he hurried back to the shop, hoping to get to know his coworker a little bit better.

You thanked him for the coffee, and when you tried to pay, he refused.

-Next round's mine then. - You smiled at him with your 1000 watt smile, which again he couldn't help but smile back at.

-So tell me about you Bucky, what do you do in your freetime?

-Nothing really, just reading, spending time with my friends, kind of thats it.. I have a boring life really. What about you?

-Well, i work here, then i go home and listen to music, cook, god i love to cook, thats a big pro for the apartment.. just saying. - you said with a playful wink. - besides that nothing much. Sometimes i go to a nearby bar with my friends maybe concerts and thats it.

-I like washing dishes if that helps with the application for the room. - he said with a shy laugh which made your heart skip a beat.

- It sure does.. Do you leave your stuff around?

-No i'm a tidy person.. thank you very much. - he said cockily (just for the sake of being funny really).

-Okay okay, if you like it you can have the room, just promise to tell if you bring up a girl so i can leave. The walls are kind of thin.

-It's okay, i don't really...

-Oh um i'm sorry, i didn't meant to intrude, it just something i would really like everyone to add to their rental contracts. - you chuckled embarassed.

-Noo no, it's okay, i'm not embarassed by it. I guess i don't want hook ups, if one day there's someone i'll tell in advance.

-yea me too, i promise. If you end up renting it anyway haha. on that note it's time to close so i can show the room in a min.

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When you opened the door to the apartment Buckyquietly took in it all. It was really bright, white walls with paintings all over the walls, plants in every corner or shelf you can put one on, a comfy looking mustard couch, aztec-y rug under the coffeetable, and a wall fully shelved, filled with books and little trinkets, it looked like a home he never had a chance to have. The livingroom had an american kitchen on the side, island in the middle of the kitchen area, it was white, and blue which reminded him of greece, down the hallway you showed him the bathroom which of course had a lot of plants that liked the atmosphere of a bathroom, a shower in the corner and a bathtub under the window. You then showed the empty room he could rent out. It only had a shelf and a wardrobe, and a queen sized bed. No decorations, no signs of anybody ever living there. You then pointed to the room the opposit of what could possibly be Bucky's in the future, saying that is yours. You didn't show your room, he wasn't gonna go in there anyway, and showing your most private space on the first day didn't seem like a good idea either. You then invited him out to the balcony, watching the setting sun, smoking a cigarette.

-So thats about it, what do you think?

-I really like it, and i mean.. my workplace is pretty close so thats a plus, also you said something about cooking all the time.. sooo if it's alright with you i would love to rent it out.

-It's settled then roomie. I'll give you the keys, you can move in whenever you want to. Tomorrow we are closed, so maybe that would be ideal.

-Yea, then tomorrow it is then. I'll ask my friend to help, then we can maybe hang a bit if you're free.

-Sure, i have nothing planned, and it's good to know who i'll be living with. - you said with a smile.

Before closing the door, you said your goodbyes, and you realized what did you just do, after he wished you good night with a killer halfsmile that almost had your knees buckle. You just agreed to living together with possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen who is also your new coworker, so you will basically spend most of your time with him.. Guess we'll see how this goes you thought to yourself.

Morning came soon enough, you were sitting out on the balcony when you saw Bucky arrive with a very tall, just as handsome man, carrying boxes of books, and bags of clothing. Bucky looked up at the balcony, waving towards you, you waved back, then moved to open the front door before going back out to the balcony, resuming your coffee and smoke.

When they finished bringing all Bucky's stuff in, it was already midday, so you decided you'd order pizza for all of you, as in like a welcome present.

-Hey guys, i'm thinking of ordering pizza, what kind would you like?

-Oh (y/n) you don't have to. - said Bucky, earning a smirk from Steve as he looked back and forth between you two.

- Noo i insist, today won't be the day i'll start to slowly kill you with my cooking. - you said giggling a bit.

- Whatever's fine peach. - said Steve with a wink, that you decided was just out of friendlyness. You didn't veen knew his name, and he seemed like a lady's man anyways. Not really your type no matter how handsome and muscular he is.

- Steve, by the way, nice to meet you.

-(Y/n), likewise. - you shook his hand.

When the pizzas arrived you called them to the kitchen, listening to all their shared stories from their early years. They seemed like really close friends, and genuinely good people. You had a really great time. It was nearly 9 pm when Steve left, for saving a dame from dying cause of boredom he said. You and Bucky chuckled, then he let him out, closing the door, locking it for the night.

-I guess i have some packing to do, so.. good night (y/n).

-Good night Bucky, if you need anything just knock. - you said with a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. He felt at peace. He had Steve, now he had a job, and a room to make a home of, and you as a new addition. You were so kind, so eager to help if he needed anything, he loved how the scent of raspberries and flowers lingered in the apartment mixed with coffee and cigarette smoke. It seemed to have a calming effect on him.

You heard a soft knock half an hour later. WHen you opened the door you saw a smiling Bucky, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

- Hey, um.. sorry. I forgot i didn't bring a blanket, could i borrow one until i get my own?

-Yea sure, i'll get one in a min. - You said, leaving the door open, letting him see a bit of "you" while you were searching for your spare blanket in your wardrobe. The room really was you. White, with mustardy curtains on the window, plants everywhere, books piled up here and there, a really comfy looking bed, pictures of you and your friends on the walls. And damn, your room smelled even more like you. If he wouldn't pay attention your scent would lure him into your room and never let him leave he thought.

-There you go. - you handed him the blanket smiling.

-Thank you very much.

Then he stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You were wearing an oversized tshirt, that ended just around the middle of your thighs, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. He could swear he thought you were pretty before, but seeing you as you were made him fancy you even more.

With a small smile you told him goodnight again, then closed the door in his face.

You could hear his little laugh on the other side of the door, then his door closing. For the first time in months he didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he didn't had a nightmare either. He was afraid he would, and then he would wake you up with his screaming, but looks like the blanket which smelled just like you calmed him enough.

After waking up because the rays of sunshine on his face, he smiled to himself guess i'll wait with getting my own blanket then...

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #recordshopfunk

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chaoticpuff17 · 3 years

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Suga, We’re Going Down

part 13

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hello, my darlings! I have another update for ya’ll! the moment you have all been waiting for! *laughs evilly and slinks back into my cave*--- chaotic puff

Eun Jae was either more upset by the incident than she had realized, or more likely, he had picked up on how shaken she was. The little boy had been glued to her side since she’d gotten off the phone with Yoongi. All he wanted was cuddles, and she wasn’t quite sure if it was for his sake or hers.

They’d both turned in for an early evening, after an afternoon of Pororo, coloring, cuddles, and bath time for the toddler.

The next day found the pair in much the same position. Y/N hadn’t even bothered getting them out of comfy clothes. What was the point when it was just going to be a lazy day with her favorite little guy? It was a normal day for them for the most part, until there was a knock on the door.

A quick glance told her that Eun Jae was thoroughly invested in the opening of Finding Nemo with his favorite stuffed dinosaur firmly clutched in his little arms, and she went to the door, expecting to find Nina on the other side.

She opened the door, shocked to see Yoongi standing on the other side. Hadn’t they agreed that her home was a private space? What was he doing here? Why hadn’t he called first?

“Yoongi?”

“Y/N.” he greeted, eyes darting over her figure. “Are you feeling better?”

“I’m fine.” she stuttered eyes wide with shock.

He sighed in relief, a slight smile spreading across his features only to fall away as a little figure poked its head out from behind her legs. She hadn’t even noticed Eun Jae following after her?

“Who’s that, Eomma?” the little voice called, staring up at Yoongi with wide dark eyes.

She pasted on a smile of her own, placing a hand on the little boy’s head reassuringly. “He’s a friend of Eomma’s.” he tugged on her leg, frowning in disbelief, and she responded immediately by lifting him up and resting him on her hip in a move that was so easy, so natural, that Yoongi knew she had to do it often.

“Like the weird man?” he asked, curling his fingers into the neckline of her shirt.

“Not quite, baby.”

“Bad man?” he asked, eyes wide and worried.

“No, baby. He’s not a bad man.” the last thing she needed was for Eun Jae to be more stressed after yesterday’s events.

A million thoughts were racing through Yoongi’s head.

An eomma? Why hadn’t any of his research shown this? She had a child. There he was staring back at him trying to figure him out just as much as he was, both of them confused by the current situation.

He had to admit that there was something of Y/N in the child’s face, but how could there be a child? She’d been a virgin up until fairly recently. There was no way that the child was hers. He couldn’t be, and yet he looked so much like her and someone else though Yoongi couldn’t quite put his finger on who it was yet.

There was a sister. Wasn’t there? And if he remembered correctly, there might have been a vague mention of a pregnancy, but he couldn't recall exactly what the circumstances were. He hadn't really been focused on the sister, especially since the woman didn’t seem to be in her life. But what was the child doing here? And why was he calling her eomma?

The child gave him one last distrustful look before burying his head in Y/N’s neck.

“What are you doing here?” she asked swaying gently on her feet, a calming motion for both her and the little one.

“I came to see if you were alright. You said you were sick.” he answered still a little stunned by the sight of the child.

“My home is off limits.” she reminded him, voice strained.

“I can see why.” he huffed, eyes still glued to the little boy.

She stiffened, her grip tightening around the child. “You should go.”

“Eomma!” the little one called out, still hiding his face in her neck. “Nemo?”

“Sure, baby.” she smiled, setting the kid down and moving further into the little apartment.

The child paused, staring up at Yoongi for a moment before he seemed to come to a conclusion.

He reached up a little hand and grabbed Yoongi’s tugging him into the apartment.

The apartment was small but cozy. It bore the evidence of both Y/N and the child’s residency. There were textbooks next to coloring pages on the table, and toys scattered across the floor, not to mention Finding Nemo playing on the TV. Y/N herself looked more comfortable, almost disheveled, more so than he had ever seen her before. She looked far more like a mom than the cellist he had first set eyes on.

Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, with her glasses perched on the end of her nose. She was dressed in a baggy pink sweater and a pair of leggings. Clearly she hadn’t been expecting guests, but Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to care about that right now. There was a child.

The little boy plopped back down letting go of his hand and picking up a dinosaur plushie turning his attention back to the children’s movie. When he noticed that Yoongi hadn’t joined him on the floor, he looked up almost offended. There was a quick tug on his pant leg, and Yoongi sat down without a second thought.

Both boys noticed that Y/N wasn’t with them though. She was staring from a few feet away, stiff and frightened. Eun Jae wasn’t having that though.

“Eomma!” he called, reaching out to her with the hand that wasn’t clutching onto the dinosaur.

She responded immediately, coming to stand beside them. “Do you want to sit on the couch or is it floor time?” she asked, waiting for a response before she sat down.

“Floor.” the little boy chirped, sending his mother a wide, scrunchy grin that wrinkled his little nose.

“Okay, Jae Jae.” she smiled fondly, sitting down next to him on the side opposite Yoongi.

“Jae Jae?” he asked, still trying to figure things out.

“Eun Jae.” the little boy piped up. “This is Bambam.” he grinned holding out his dinosaur.

“I’m Yoongi.” he introduced himself awkwardly, not sure what to do with this revelation. He wasn’t used to children, and he certainly wasn’t expecting his angel to have one. “That’s a nice dinosaur.”

Eun Jae’s face scrunched up in thought again before he thrust the plushie into Yoongi’s hands. “You can cuddle Bambam. I’ll cuddle Eomma.” Without further ado, he flopped into his mother’s side, making himself comfortable there, and Y/N’s hand immediately went to his head, gently combing through his hair as they all settled in to watch Nemo and his classmates go off on their first day of school.

Neither adult said anything. Y/N wasn’t sure what to say, and Yoongi was still trying to make sense of it all. By the time that the fish had made it to the dentist’s office, Eun Jae had become restless, as toddler’s are prone to do, and moved over to the coffee table to start coloring again.

After a few minutes of that, Eun Jae looked back at Yoongi holding out a crayon to him in a silent invitation to color, one that Yoongi knew better than to refuse. If this was her kid, he needed to be on his good side. If the kid was willing to reach out, he was going to take full advantage of it.

“Can you draw a shark?” the little boy asked him, tilting his head to the side.

“I can try?” he offered reaching for a black crayon, only for the little boy to stop him with a frown.

“No! A purple shark.” he demanded.

Yoongi didn’t quite understand why the shark had to be purple, but he wasn’t going to argue with the kid about it.

After a while of silent coloring, he presented his finished purple shark to the kid. “That’s a bad shark.” the kid deadpanned, earning a laugh from his mother and a scandalized look from Yoongi. “It’s okay.” he patted Yoongi’s arm sympathetically. “Eomma can’t draw good. You’re better.”

“Hey!” Y/N called offended. “See if I ever draw a dinosaur for you again.”

“Can we have snacks?” he asked, looking at her innocently.

“You insult my drawing skill and now you want snacks?”

“Yes pwease!”

“What do you want to eat, buddy?” she asked, rolling her eyes at her son.

“Jajangmyeon!” he called.

“That’s not a snack buddy.”

“But, eomma!” he whined, lips trembling as he pleaded.

“How about we have it for dinner instead?” Yoongi suggested, shocking both himself and Y/N.

The little boy thought for a moment, brow scrunched up as he contemplated the offer. “Okay. Promise?” offering his pinky to the man.

“Promise.” Yoongi agreed, sealing the pinky promise.

“How about gamjajeon for a snack?” she asked, still a little startled by how well her toddler was getting along with a complete stranger. He didn’t usually like strangers. There was also the fact that Yoongi had basically invited himself for dinner as well, but that was a problem for a different moment.

“Okay, eomma!” he smiled. “Can Yoongi have gamjajeon too?”

“Sure, buddy. Yoongi can hav gamjajeon too.” she stood up, giving her son a kiss on the head before moving over to the kitchen to whip up the snack.

The little boy ignored her, having already gotten his request for a snack approved, turning his attention to Yoongi instead. “Can you draw a whale? Sharkie needs a friend.”

“Sure, kid.” he nodded. “Purple whale?” he asked, earning an enthusiastic nod and a scrunchy smile from the kid.

After a while, Y/N came back with two small plates of the fried potato pancakes setting them both down in front of the boys.

“Eomma, look!” Eun Jae held out the picture Yoongi had drawn for him. “Sharkie has a friend now!”

“Wow!” she cheered, her awe a little over exaggerated, but that’s what you did with kids. “That’s so good, buddy!”

“Yoongi drew them!”

“Did you tell Yoongi thank you?”

“Thank you, Yoongi!” he cheered diving into his arms to give him a big hug. As quickly as the hug came, it was gone, leaving Yoongi reeling. “Juice, eomma?”

She nodded, already headed back to the small kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink? We have tea, juice, water, banana milk. I think I still have some coffee left. It’s not as fancy as your coffee, but it’s coffee?”

“Tea would be great.”

She nodded, moving into the kitchen to prepare drinks for everyone while Eun Jae demanded that Yoongi draw jellyfish for him.

Snacks eaten and several more demands for various sea creature drawings later, Eun Jae began to nod off, unsurprising given that it was reaching that point in the afternoon. But if she mentioned naptime while Eun Jae had his new ‘friend’ there, she was bound to get a tantrum, and she didn’t really want to deal with that. So she settled herself on the sofa with a blanket, and Eun Jae made his way over to bury himself in her lap, draggin Yoongi over to the sofa as well. Soon enough, the toddler had drifted off to sleep, leaving the apartment silent except for the last dramatic moments of Finding Nemo.

She would have been a fool not to notice the tension in the air. Yoongi had been great with Eun Jae, taking it all in stride and not demanding answers in front of the child, but the child was asleep now, and there was nothing stopping him from demanding those answers anymore, but she could delay it for a few more minutes.

Making sure that Eun Jae was really out, she scooped up the little boy and moved him to the bed, tucking him in for his nap. The only problem was, now there was nothing left to do.

“I think we need to have a talk, angel.”

part 14

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haleviyah · 3 years

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A Hispanic/ Latino Perspective: Border Clarification

This is one of the rare times I’m going to get somewhat political here, but these comments spread by the media are hitting to way close to home for me, so here I go.

Before you pounce on me, let me explain this: I am a moderate. I favor no sides, I don’t treat people by their titles but rather I prefer to judge by character even though I am not the best at it, admittedly. I favour and respect those who keep their word and own their mistakes. In short, if you do what you promise to do, you have my approval whereas if not, you will bear the brunt of my blunt rebukes and sarcastic remarks.

I am also from South Texas, specifically the Rio Grande Valley, and am a descendent of two humble Mexican families who since the Mexican Border War have made Texas their great escape and home.

Bit of a geographical reference, if you don’t know here where the Rio Grande Valley is. Look at the state of Texas, there is a bulge of state going in each direction that makes it look like a fat, lower-case ”t” : El Paso is the most West of the state, the Panhandle (Amarillo) the Northmost, Texarkana the most Eastward followed by Houston, and WAAAAAAY at the bottom is Brownsville and the Southernmost tip of Texas.

And for those of you too lazy to Google or "DuckDuckGo" the map yourself I've attached it:

The four counties: Hidalgo, Cameron, Starr and Willacy county make up the Rio Grande Valley. This is the region I grew up, the place where I experienced the best of a community and the worst of politics and failed promises.

For a bit of background: I have a parent working on the Border and they have been for many years (since I was a kid). Pretty much worked from a security officer to trooper within the span of a decade which is quite impressive and rare considering they never took bribes or anything to get where they were currently. They have told me off and on what their job is like. It’s crazy and boring some days, but also they have admitted somethings that may be fascinating. One of which is, yes, they do own horses and the reason why is so the Troopers can maneuver around tough terrain vehicles cannot go through (such as high water or narrow foot paths in brush). HOWEVER, they DO NOT OWN WHIPS. They don’t even own lassos, according to my Border Agent parent.

The only weapons agents on horse back have is a Glock, ammo, a taser, cuffs, and sometimes shot guns (but they prefer to carry light for the horses and themselves to be more flexible). They mainly carry items that would slow a person down or prevent them from hurting other people, officer or civilian; not for killing. So a whip is absolutely redundant or even absurd to have.

Those long ropes the Troopers are holding are called reins, and they are designed for steering a horse (horses cannot move opposite of the direction of their head; where their head is pointed they move in that direction). They are not made for whipping people, but rather made to get the horse’s attention. That’s it.

I took the liberty of highlighting the reins in red for you all as well as their arms and legs in blue and yellow in contrast to the reins and saddle.

It's clear from a Texan's or horse-riders perspective this Trooper almost fell off catching the other fellow and was holding onto the left rein for dear life hence why the horse looked distressed and its cheek was pulled back.

I'm not joking, you fucking try it if you're so damn horse-smart.

Now, let's look at a more relaxed position.

In short, if you haven't ridden a horse, I advise to keep your comments to yourself on this part. I have and it's way harder than it looks (horses can get cocky).

Second thing, the migrants.

Personally, I don’t know why they were so squirrelly that day. Perhaps they were spooked because they’ve never expected horse back riders to show up, maybe they had some bad experiences back home.

I don’t know!

But it’s clear there appears to be a lack of communication. Perhaps it’s the language barrier given that these guys came from Haiti, African countries and Brazil. English they probably know, but they probably don’t speak a lick of Spanish (Which both languages are mandatory for the Border Patrol).

(Again, I don't know...)

So the reasons why they started running circles around the Troopers’ horses is not for me to speculate, it’s not for YOU to defend blindly, nor is it up for the media to interpret and evangelize.

That should be left to the people to explain. No one else.

(Update: September 29th. I received a tip from a source that the Haitian immigrants (mainly) are not running from anything, they aren’t seeking asylum nor were in poverty as the media claims. They have admitted upon interview they were what we consider middle-low class and had no issues finding jobs before they decided to migrate northward. They’re just coming because they were told to come by “you-know-who”… that’s all. I know, I’m taken aback and scratching my head, too… but anyway. I digress, but do take note.)

Now, another bit of feedback I want to share: When it comes to dealing with Troopers (again, must I remind you this is a Border Patrol agent’s kid speaking), big rule:

DO NOT RUN nor MAKE THREATENING MOVEMENTS. Be calm.

It’s a simple rule, if you’re cool with the Troopers they’ll be cool with you. That’s it. Please respectfully keep in mind, these guys are trained to be safe rather than sorry. So patience and understanding with them is a must. Trust me, I’ve met my parent’s co-workers, they may look stoic and scary or condescending, but they can not let personal emotions interfere their work otherwise they risk safety.

They’re not “paranoid” or “harsh” they just have a job they cannot afford to fuck up otherwise the whole region is FUCKED. They’re the front line of defense, and do keep that in mind.

(Another footnote: I have seen Border Patrol offices, and without giving away how they function it’s not like CIA or Langley level of clean or fancy, so don’t think their offices are high tech and have marble floors with comfy lounges that cost a lot of money. Upon first glance you won’t expect the building to be an office. Border Patrol work with what they have available which isn’t a lot thanks to the ’00, ’04, ’08, ’12 and current administrations. That’s all I can give out.)

I’m going to come clean here and say the citizens in the Rio Grande Valley and the rest of Texas DO NOT FEEL SAFE with a border this wide open and no regulation is applied. Especially the Hispanic/Latino communities. So the pressure is on - and I mean REALLY on! Despite these guys working the Border are overwhelmed, they keep those emotions and opinions on lockdown when on the field. Like I said: If they fuck up, the region is fucked.

Bit of a history lesson: the Border issues on the Rio Grande are not new. Matter of factly, this problem has been happening for decades (The popular peak was during the 80s when cocaine was being distributed), but it was more than just cocaine and pot: Kids were going missing, people getting killed, women were used as mules and sold for sex, etc.

If you watched “Narcos” or “Sicario” you have a brief, dramatized taste of how the cartels function and what life is like for us Latinos. However, coming from someone who grew up there, the parts of watching your back, the abductions and even the gruesome murders are legit. To this day I remember seeing local news coverage (not CNN or MSNBC, our own stations down in the McAllen/Brownsville area) of beheadings, child murders and bodies being found in pieces… It’s something I hope my children won’t have to grow up hearing almost weekly like I did. Now it’s daily… and no one cares. And that hurts.

In the grand scheme of things, at least know this: South Texas has been part of the Cartel battle grounds and it’s obvious we’ve seen shit. Constantly being ignored is the payment we get for being front lines in the Drug War. So don’t blame us for being jumpy, or skeptical, nor even try convince us that the current surplus of immigrants is a good thing.

You can’t argue with our own experiences and history. The way things work down here is simple: You fight along side us, we fight along side you.

It’s called building trust, practicing faith. But we’ve been forgotten and lied to too many times by celebrities and politicians and social movements alike. And those who actually were going to help us are either shut down or unfortunately killed.

We just can’t trust anyone anymore. We are resorting to fending for ourselves basically, speaking up for ourselves… and so far it’s making progress in the mean time.

This level of “doing things on your own” bleeds into why our Troopers are trained they way they are trained - to expect the worst case scenario. To prepare themselves for the corpses, when a criminal pounces, the drugs being hid, for when they find a child with an adult they don’t know, or even a woman who was violated. They just genuinely don’t want to take chances and you just read why. Even my in-laws up in the Northern Midwest are disturbed.

So, considering the case of what happened a few days ago in Del Rio, Texas (as of writing this on September 25th 2021): If you run from a Trooper the first thing they are going to think is either two things:

You did something bad upon coming in to the country or

You don’t want your former government to find you because you did crimes in your home country or the country you were hiding in.

This is protocol, not biased opinions.

If, however, a Trooper commits any form of irresponsibility (such as abusing their power, unreasonable search and seizures etc.) it’s “kiss your badge good-bye” and DEMOTED or FIRED. The stakes of keeping your job in the Border Patrol are HIGH, so they are trained not to act out of line. Even a minor slip up in paper work from being fatigued gets you in SEVERE trouble with the Higher Ups and the County (Yes, that does happen and has happened). But you have to KNOW Border Patrol standards before you accuse them of anything.

With that being said, what’s floating around is not a constructive argument; it’s a distraction. How the public is demanding the trooper in the photo to be fired, tells us Latinos loud and clear that - once again - no one cares about our livelihood; no one is willing to brave enough to face the real hell going on. We are ignored or low-key demonized for simply defending ourselves.

(Now, you guys are seeing why I relate to my Jewish husband and the Israeli’ citizens - Arab and Jew - more; we’re pretty much in the same boat in the case of being ignored. But I digress.)

Before I come to a conclusion, here are other demographic facts to keep in mind that way it’ll help draw conclusions:

86.6% of the Border Patrol is HISPANIC/LATINO in the State of Texas alone.

A majority of children stolen from their families or molested are HISPANIC/LATINO.

A majority of the women violated immigrants on the border are mainly HISPANIC/LATINO.

Latin America collectively (Mexico down to Colombia and Venezuela) has the highest rates of femicide in the world.

So for you or anyone to get angry at Border Patrol agents in an unjust manner, not only are you getting mad at Hispanics and Latinos in UNIFORM for fighting to keep their communities safe, but you are actively contributing to the hell our families go through every day.

When you protest in demand for our cops or even troopers to be defunded, and fired for petty things, YOU are actively contributing to the problem of human trafficking, rape, kidnappings and murder that happens on the border. You are contributing to the Hispanic and Latino communities being dismantled and disintegrated by people who potentially want to kill us or hate us for money’s sake.

Take all of that into consideration before you get angry at anyone here.

In short:

I’ll only consider the accusations if you yourselves have been there and know the burdens we bear.

I’ll only consider your judgement if you genuinely are in law enforcement and know how to ride a horse and try to stop someone from running while riding the beast.

I’ll only consider your feedback if you don’t rely heavily on news like CNN, Telemundo and Tumblr for your information.

Until you grab a gun and fight the cartel yourself, and figure out a way to end this war on human trafficking, don’t come to us Latinos and express that you care and appreciate us.

Because frankly if you GENUINELY did, you’d bring to light what I just said and be slamming the desks at D.C. and DEMANDING the Border to be CLOSED by now.

Regardless of your political and personal beliefs, this is what is REALLY going on, and we’re going to keep fighting. Like the Israeli’s we don’t give a fuck if you hate us. We’re not radicals, we’re not blood-thirsty heathens, we’re not white supremacists (80+% of our population is of Latino Mexican descent) we’re just fed up with running away and being taken advantage of or taken for granted by people who value money over the lives of our neighbors.

If this were California, fine! Rail all you want, cuss us out as much as you want; hold us to those to California standards you keep yourself. But we’re not California.

We’re not D.C., nor Chicago, nor L.A., or New York, Florida, Canada, Mexico or whatever. We are SOUTH TEXAS so treat us as SOUTH TEXAS.

Honor us for who we are and hold us to the standards of what is SOUTH TEXAS, what is The United States Constitution, and the Texas Constitution; nothing more and nothing less. Don’t tear us down for what we’re not nor hold us accountable to an opinion or law we never agreed to nor knew existed.

That’s all I ask: If you’re not willing to honour our community and help us while holding us to our standards on a cultural, State or Federal level, back the fuck off. Generations we’ve dealt with the pressure from both the cartel and corrupt government from both the U.S. and Mexico, and the last thing we need is pampered kids living in the high rises or going to university on loans from school or your parents' paychecks, telling us how to deal with our issues.

You are FAR from a place to tell us how to function and resolve our war.

I’m not trying nor want to start a fight or otherwise, but I’m simply, humbly asking: when did we ever genuinely ask you “social justice advocates” to be our hero?

When did we ever ask you to fight for us or talk about what you think is wrong with us? Because last I checked we don’t want to drag anyone into our battles.

Also, we only know one messiah, but we never asked you to be him nor for him to act like you.

Did you start throwing punches because you wanted to find something to excuse your anger and outbursts, or is your good intentions married with ignorance?

Either case… it’s extremely unhealthy of you, and please just stop before another person gets hurt. We don’t want that. This is no different from the Crusades our ancestors took part in, and it will only end in more carnage than already sown.

So, just please, stop and take a step back for a moment. We don’t need anymore vehement evangelical-like people who just think with their ideals and not take a moment to have a healthy discussion with the One who created us, or let alone divorce their lust for a fight for ten seconds.

To close this off, even though I haven’t been home in a while, I know the spirit and the struggles the Rio Grande Valley goes through. I have met people on the run from the cartel first hand, and I have met people who may have ties with the cartel. I have seen some creepy shit, I have grown frustrated over the Protestant Baptist church doing nothing, and I have even been feeling the pressure my parent goes through with these apathetic riots threatening their job as a Border Patrol agent.

But aside from the pain, I am tremendously blessed that people and my family are still very optimistic despite the craziness and how bleak things are.

The family-oriented culture of the Rio Grande Valley is what is keeping it together… not trends, not clout and neither these guys in D.C. or Hollywood who are playing G-d.

It's the family-oriented connection. Our faith, that's keeping us going.

And even though I may not be the best voice of that region to speak up, I am blessed to have been there and I do plan on coming back soon.

I am planning on giving a more fun journal featuring the culture of the Rio Grande Valley in the future to finish this month off, but for the sake of this “Hispanic Heritage Month” I wanted to share our REAL issues we deal with rather than the made up ones that media likes to mainstream for money and clout.

In a way, I hope this offers clarity and a level of empathy. Again, I’m not sharing this to start fights or get sympathy - we don’t want it. We just want to know if our fights are not ignored, we just want to know we are heard.

That’s all.

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modern au red/milo dump while i try to get myself together to answer asks nd work on ATJ:

(tw for alcohol mentions near the end, also this is an EXTREMELY long post, its so long that even after i split it into categorized sections each section could be its own post)

CLOTHING

milo absolutely has no sense of fashion. i feel like this is basically canon - for the styles at the time, he dresses fairly basic, mostly focused on looking put together for his job (definitely dresses aimed more towards how he would like to be treated by his peers, despite his actual position - then again our best example outside of the expedition is when he's about to deliver what he considers the most important presentation of his life, so who knows, maybe he usually dresses like a slob). aside from that his main concern seems like practicality and comfort. his wardrobe is dominated by earth tones - beiges and greens set with white and greys. all of that taken into account, i can see him dressing like this in a more modern era:

basically- a lot of cardigans, usually collared shirts or comfortable turtlenecks (since he does still occupy a research position at the smithsonian, even if only in title), big ol' coats, khakis and chinos and slightly stiff dress pants complete with ironed creases. i can see him wearing similar clothes outside work, just more comfortable - jeans and knitted shirts, henleys, more turtlenecks, and comfy cardigans over short sleeved shirts. i dont really see him wearing a lot of prints, i think he'd veer more towards solid clothes in lighter colors, but maybe he has a few. hes definitely the kind of guy to think of wearing the single graphic tee he owns as "bold and wild".

im very married to the idea of him wearing converse though. i cant explain it. milo in converse keeps me going in this world

hes kind of broke so i think maybe he got the converse secondhand maybe? or a gift of some kind. aside from the converse i can see him wearing a lot of oxfords and maybe wingtips

i want to see him in a hawaiian shirt so bad. i am losing it at this thought. he buttons it all the way up to his neck like someones awkward dad. milo wears a hawaiian shirt to "let loose". he wears it with like, khakis. or knee length jorts AHHHHDJHDSGJHDSJGh

a tie??? does he wear his hawaiian shirt with a tie???? does he think it makes it look cooler?????????? i am sobbing

red is the COMPLETE opposite. in the canon 1914 setting, red is already very rebellious for an AFAB person of their era- theyre openly a suffragette, they frequently refuse to wear skirts even in public and dress in mens clothes even before they were openly nonbinary, despite not being accepted into the male-dominated research fields and colleges they continue to educate themself with or without help, they purposely aim for an "unfeminine" silhouette when they dress, refuse to wear corsets, etc. (spoiler alert- there's a clear reason they get on so well with audrey in ATJ)

theyre also easily mistaken by people that didnt know them prior to their transition for being just a very small/young cis man- even though they canonically have a very soft "traditionally feminine" face

so basically, in any era theyre set into, red is always gonna aim to be ahead of the curve- both in their personal beliefs and practices and in their fashion. theyre also very androgynous in their clothes, although they tend to aim a bit more masculine (thats partially due to the era though, and having been forced into skirts exclusively for their entire life- i think in a modern setting where its more acceptable for AFABs to dress and act in a less hyperfeminine way, theyd be more okay with a fluidity in their gender presentation).

all that taken into account, i can see them dressing like this:

lots of baggy clothes, especially baggy jackets and shirts. they like loose fitting high waisted pants like JNCO jeans, cargo pants, etc but they arent averse to pencil legs. they rarely ever wear skinny jeans or drainpipes though. messy hair is a lifestyle for them- their haircut is definitely home-done

you know how in BICSTLY they used to have really long hair before they cut it? in a modern au i can see them impulsively doing the cut at like 3am and waking milo up at his door cause they screwed it up and he ends up having to help fix it (even though hes literally no better at cutting hair than them. worse even)

definitely have an undercut bob- bob on top, shaven on the bottom layer. they might end up growing their hair into a mullet at some point if they get bored. probably dyes their hair all the time out of boredom and then regrets it later and has to use dye remover.

lots of ripped tights and fishnets, leggings with big loose crop tops, big hoodies, safety pin jewelry and homemade jewelry. maybe some sticknpokes.

all that said, they still know how to dress in a professional situation. since its a modern au theres really nothing holding them back from the education and career they canonically want but cant get in the 1910s, so i imagine they would work at the smithsonian as well, maybe their father helped them get the job? potentially in that case they might be his assistant- after all, he trusts their opinion on artifacts more than anyone else's.

at work you can still very much see the punk/skater/grunge/goth style but its more understated- turtlenecks, high waisted and looser dress pants, lots of black, slightly unbuttoned collared shirts with a loose overcoat and no tie

since i elaborated on milos shoe taste i may as well elaborate on red's: they definitely wear converse as well, probably newer than milo's since their father is fairly wealthy and they can afford it. they also have a doc martens collection. they have a pair of demonias but they never wear them and milo is really the only person to even know they own them, let alone see them in them. they really dont like to wear heels much, but they own a few just to play around with. they have a bad habit of wearing any laced shoes untied, but they never trip over the laces. they also use lace code- their most-worn Docs have purple laces on the right foot and yellow on the left. some of their Docs have (reclaimed) pink laces.

has an extensive pin collection including feminism pins, anti-racism pins, punk-related pins, skater-related pins, and pop culture pins (80s music, modern music, old movies, etc)

MUSIC TASTE

milo's into a lot of older music- stuff from the 50s is his favorite. really into jazz and ballroom style stuff. his favorite band is queen, i think- he likes the old-fashioned sound, the jazz-chamber-ballroom influences, the diversity of their lyrics, and the complexity between the guitar riffs, the basslines, and freddie's vocal runs as well as the vocal harmonies.

sometimes he hums good old fashioned lover boy to red and they two-step in the living room in their pajamas :pleading:

also very into rush. yes, he is a rush guy :pensive:.

also listens to a surprising amount of lo-fi? he really likes stuff that remixes older music with hip hop and lofi elements, like earl grey. nearly exclusively into instrumental stuff but also very into louie zong. he listens to it while he works a lot.

knows a lotttt of foreign artists, especially niche ones. fuckin LOVES casiopea

red's spotify is a goddamn mess. everything from 2000s emo, to classic 70s punk, to post-punk and new wave, to 90s pop, to rap. they cant be easily classified at all

their favorite bands are oingo boingo, prince, queen (they listen to a lot of their harder-rock music, but milo knows theyre into the ballads too. theyll never tell anyone else though), doja cat, lil nas, fall out boy, and billie eilish.

red recites the intro monologue to lets go crazy very seriously to make milo laugh, sometimes. they get very into it with their facial expressions. sometimes it devolves into a full air guitar/keyboard/drum and wild dancing session. milo does not know how to participate in this but he loves watching them have fun with it. sometimes they pull him off the couch to make him dance with them, though

they are a huge sucker for dark pop, vaporwave, retrowave, EDM, hip hop, emo, punk... etc etc. anything that combines any two or more of those genres in an original or interesting way gets their attention right away

there's a lot of sharing between the two of them- even though their music tastes are so different, they like a lot of the others taste, and theyre always up to listen to whatever their partner is playing.

red is a huge softie, and milo has found them more than once listening to or humming something he was playing for them the other day because it reminded them of him

speaking of which- in the 1914 canon, red can play piano. i think that carries over to a modern au, where they could play piano and by extension keyboard. i like to think they experiment with a lot of instruments but i doubt they ever really mastered any others. maybe theyre okay at drums or bass?

they learned to play and sing teo torriatte for milo, as a surprise. when they first performed it for them, they had everything set up for when he got home from work- the lights were dimmed, they had candles lit around the keyboard, they draped stuff in cloth to make it look pretty, they scattered flower petals around. when milo walked in and saw it all, he almost proposed then and there- the only thing that stopped him was that he would kick himself for the rest of his life if he did that without a ring.

HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES

milo is still an avid chess player in this, but i like to think hes in some kind of groupchat or text or discord server for it. he doesnt necessarily consider any of the others in the chat close friends, but he does know them all by name

he tries to get red into chess but they never really get it

he tells them all about the stuff that goes down in the games and they just. do not understand. but they love listening to him get excited about it anyway

"red you're not gonna BELIEVE this, eddie played an italian game on star today! i thought for sure she would see through it since everyone knows it but she slipped and he beat her in like, 13 moves! i wouldnt have believed it if i hadnt been there!"

"yes sweetie please tell me more" (barely disguised pained expression)

red is a skater and a regular at the skate park by the smithsonian

most regulars there know them by name, they can spot a newbie a mile away

they have a sticker of a broken tv with a skull inside of it on the underside of their board, its become recognized as a symbol of them unofficially

since theyre so regular and have been going there a lot longer than most of the other skaters that frequent the place, a lot of what they say is kind of just accepted as the rules

they have a bad habit of lecturing new kids who show up without knee/elbow pads or helmets at the very least. all the other skaters enforce it too. kids dont end up showing up without protective gear very often after their first visit

they brought a first aid kid and left it there and everyone has kept it stocked pretty well without them having to have much input. its kind of just a communal first aid kit

they once drew the broken tv symbol on the inside of a half-pipe and everyone started calling it red's ramp after that

they also started calling the bowl at the center of the park the Soup Bowl and now thats just accepted as the name. some of the newer kids genuinely thought that it was called that by the park and were shocked when they found out it was just a random nickname red gave it one day

theyve brought milo a few times but hes extremely awkward on his feet and could never really get his balance on a skateboard, and quite frankly red is afraid of what might happen if he tried even a low ramp, so he usually just sits at the rim of the bowl while red skates around

everyone knew he was their boyfriend before they even met him. a few of the regulars called him by name right away. one of them was certain red had brought him before.

but no

they just talk so fuckin much about him that its like they already know him

aside from skateboarding, red is pretty good on rollerskates/blades

they tried to take milo to a roller rink once but it was a disaster and they ended up going home, changing into pajamas, ordering chinese food, and marathoning movies till they fell asleep on the couch together. so not a total loss

theyre both very into movies. red is deep into horror and milo likes indie/art movies and just Cannot handle horror at all, but they both agree on old movies, from the 80s and 90s to like the 30s.

red has shown milo some of the classic horror movies and the niche old ones (from like the 40s) since theyre not difficult to stomach

every so often when red brings up wanting to see a horror movie milo is like "aw babe we can watch that tonight i promise it wont be bad" and he genuinely thinks he can handle it this time

he cant

he never can

it is always a lie

red ends up holding him every time and talking him to sleep, but it thankfully never causes like a major panic attack or anything like that

they love going to museums together, of all kinds. they love art museums. they also go to aquariums and aviaries

sometimes they like to go to other history museums and criticise the veracity or accuracy of exhibits/translations, all in good fun of course. theyre never actually being mean about it

SIDENOTES/UNCATEGORIZED

they both used to work at starbucks, when they were younger and before they worked at the smithsonian. they worked at separate stores 2 blocks from each other.

milo cant stand soda or carbonated drinks, red can and will chug a java monster in order to survive a long workday if they must. milo is constantly concerned for their health and wellbeing

they r both lightweights when it comes to drinking. they can split a six pack and both be falling-over drunk by the end of the night.

given the changes in beauty standards people DEFINITELY think milo is more attractive than they would in 1914. cmon. hes a lil twinky nerd. you think people wont eat that up?

he never really catches onto the flirting much though

did u think i would forget ki/da and the others? youd be wrong.

i simultaneously like the idea of something similar to the movie happening, but also just like... ki/da just being a regular person living on the surface. in either case they r all friends still

in the case of ki/da just being a regular person on the surface- i like the idea of atl/antis just being A Place in this au, maybe its a bit of a closed off country though? like, not many foreigners live there and to get there you basically need to be there as a diplomat or a scholar

maybe ki/da visits DC as a diplomat? she is a princess, after all

red meets audrey online cause they both yell at the same misogynistic asshole on twitter

they exchange discord names in the replies of the tweet and tell the guy not to interrupt them while theyre talking in his replies

i like to think red and milo are selected to go on an academic visit to atl/antis (to learn about the culture, with permission of the king), and audrey ends up as the mechanic on the ship during the visit and theyre like (spiderman pointing meme) at each other

red and audrey have so many inside jokes that they basically speak a different language. milo gets some of the terms from context and pop culture (they use "so very" in real life- as in "wow, that shirt is so very.") but he is hopeless to learn all of it

one of their inside jokes is any variation of "milo hot girl summer" and they REFUSE to explain it to him no matter how much he begs

milo wears that iconique tank top on the ship and they say it literally any time he bends over, picks anything up, reaches for anything, moves, BREATHES. he is bewildered and at this point concerned

(in truth, the joke came from red taking a really blurry picture of him in a short sleeve shirt where he looked pretty cute and captioned it "milo's having a hot girl summer rn" and they just could not stop repeating it once audrey met him IRL)

they have a minecraft world. i do like to believe that every so often vinny finds a way in- theyre never sure how- and griefs the shit out of them by blowing up EVERY. monument.

this post is getting long bc im enraptured by the idea of an atl/antis modern au so im cutting it off here but expect WAY MORE later

#paper_heart.txt #s: i didn't say it's the smart thing. but it is the right thing #alcohol ment tw

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i-like-yoongi-a-latte · 3 years

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3,9,12,18 & 33 💬

I know that these are going to be loooooooong so I’ll put them under a cut! Thank you for sending me the rant ones lol 💕 Below the cut is a rant about kindness and Louis Tomlinson and a bit of something else.

unusual(ish) asks

3. rant. just do it

First thing that comes to mind is what we were talking about in our gc today. Why can’t people be nice to each other? It’s sad to see fellow bloggers leave this site because they don’t feel good/safe/happy, like they felt before. I get sad every time I see someone I follow or someone I have seen on my dash deactivate their blog. And I get more sad when they explain that they’ve been getting hate. Some people come here to see and experience happy things, but then they are getting (anon) hate or evil comments etc, which sucks. I can’t relate to this because I haven’t gotten any anon hate - I’m lucky in that way. What if people remembered this: If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say a thing. I don’t get the idea behind anon hate, why would you waste your energy on saying bad things to each other? And if you can’t say it with your nickname/url/name, then don’t say it. And before you send the hate message, think: How would I feel if I got this kind of comment? If you feel like it would be mean and make you feel bad - don’t send it. You can send constructive criticism on someone’s work, sure (if they ask for it), but plain hate is not nice. And if you don’t like someone’s content or blog or opinions - the unfollow button is right there! I feel like people would rather take the unfollowers than the hate. But I can’t speak for everyone here, so this is my opinion and my rant. Remember, YOU create YOUR social media experience by (un)following. Spread kindness around. I’ll use Harry’s line - Treat people with kindness.

On another note, I feel like tumblr isn’t that happy place compared to what it used to be, in my point of view. I feel like there’s a lot of negativity and drama here, which I don’t blame on anyone, it just feels like it. So I haven’t been that active here, yet I can’t really stay away so I scroll around. I have gotten friends from here and I still can find happiness here, but sometimes it feels a bit much, so I might take a break from scrolling around.

ALSO I feel so stressed because of university, I feel like I have too much stuff I have to do so I stress and procrastinate a lot which makes me feel bad about myself.

9. favorite brand of clothing?

I don’t have a favorite brand to be honest, I like clothes that are comfy and feel nice. Although I have to say that Billebeino hoodies are one of my favorite ones - they’re soft and nice and they’re not that expensive (says me, who has three of their hoodies, two of which I have bought when they were on sale)

12. what’s the most interesting schools gossip you’ve ever heard?

I’m so boring, I can’t really think of one... or can I? Maybe one of the most interesting ones was when one boy from our class was caught kissing one girl (who was not in our high school) in the toilet corridor and it was such an unusual couple that people couldn’t believe it. Like, they were complete opposites in every aspect. (who am I to judge tho)

18. rant about your favorite musician

THANK YOU for giving me this time to talk about my fave, Louis Tomlinson. (Harry dear I’m sorry I had to choose) FIRST, Louis is so brave and inspirational. He has been through a lot, one could say he’s been through too much. I will not go into detail, but he’s lost family members and I can’t even imagine his pain. I’ve cried while reading his interviews and while watching his performances, and while listening to his song Two Of Us. He’s so raw in a way, like he shows his emotions and he really shows what’s important to him. His teachers have told him that he’ll never amount to anything, like, that’s not a thing you say to a child/teen/student of any age (side note: do some teachers realize that they have a huge influence on children’s lives?). Rather, you don’t say that to anyone. Louis has said that he doubted himself and his solo career. He has written amazing songs during 1D days, the albums are bangers (listen to Midnight Memories) and the lyrics are so different compared to their first and second album. He’s the one who changed One Direction’s sound from the boyband style to a more mature style. He’s an amazing songwriter and an amazing artist, yet he was insecure about his success as a solo artist. This sounds weird, because he has the potential to be a huge star and he is exactly that. He didn’t believe in his abilities and I feel so sad, who made him think like that??? I’m not completely on board with things but his record label held him back and didn’t promote his songs and album in any way. He was told not to release that song, instead he had to release this one etc. He has had a very bumpy ride to where he is now, and he’s come so far and proved the critics wrong, and I’m extremely proud of him. His voice is angelic, his vocal range is amazing, he’s come from the few lines per album to a song that’s basically Louis ft. One Direction (No Control, check it out thanks) and eventually to a whole album of just him. And more is to come, or so he hinted. The opening/closing line “Nothing wakes you up like waking up alone” in Walls is something very powerful and deep, I think it’s amazing how that line can include so much.

Louis is soft, kind, sweet, adorable and funny. His accent is so nice, you can hear it in his songs and when he talks it’s kind of his own language, but it’s so him. He might seem like a tough guy on the outside with his middle fingers and all that but he’s a real softie and he cares about his fans so much. He has fairy lights around his house, and if that’s not soft enough for you I don’t know what is. He looks adorable in sweater paws and he’s so tiny (yes he’s taller than me but shh) and I love the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. He’s sarcastic and his giggles are precious. He loves his fans as much as his fans love him. He has said “It’s not a bad life, it’s just a bad day” to his sister, and that quote stuck with me. I don’t necessarily live by any quote, but I try to remember that one everyday.

Lastly, please give this talented man a chance and listen to his album Walls, here’s a link to Spotify. Thank you for reading this. I love him.

33. what do you think about a lot

One Direction. All the stuff around them and the unanswered questions. I also think about life and my future and what if I fail at things. Like what if I fail in my studies or what if I won’t succeed in anything. This got kinda deep, it started as a joke. Oops.

#i got excited #i even thought if i should make that louis rant into its own post #thank you! 💕#answered #ask game #i need a tag for elisa #friends #tommo

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letsbenditlikebennett · 4 years

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When Wolves Knock || Ariana & Orion

TIMING: Before Winn ran off. PARTIES: @3starsquinn & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Ariana goes by Ricky and Winston’s to surprise them with venison stew. They’re not home, but Ariana and Rio end up hanging out.

With how much kindness Ricky and Winston had shown her, Ariana had wanted to drop by with a nice surprise for them. This batch of venison stew had come out wonderfully and she knew Ricky especially would appreciate it. There was nothing quite as tasty as fresh venison and she liked being able to share with the people she loved most. As she knocked on the door, she hoped one of them was home. She could easily leave the cold bag on the porch, but being able to hang out and chat for a bit would be nice. When the door opened, she was surprised to see a new face. That’s right, Winston had mentioned they had a new roommate. She shifted the bag on her arm and greeted, “Hey, you must be the new roommate. I think we spoke online before. I’m Ariana. I’m friends with Winston and Ricky. I brought some venison stew by.... Figured it’d be a nice surprise. Are either of them home?”

Orion still didn’t really know what to do in the house by himself. Maybe he wasn’t 100% comfortable inside of a house that he didn’t really consider his, despite Ricky and Winston’s countless attempts to make him feel as at home and welcome as possible. It wasn’t that they hadn’t done a great job or anything, Rio just thought that they vastly underestimated how awkward Rio was as a person. For example, Rio was in the kitchen, finding snack food when he heard someone approaching the front door. For a moment Rio completely froze, unsure what to do without Ricky or Winston there to answer the door for them. Eventually, Rio realized that he was apparently in charge of that for the moment. But that didn’t stop him from sulking towards the door slowly and deliberately. He didn’t look ready for visitors, with an oversized hoodie, sweatpants and a baseball cat smashing his pink hair down. But oh well. Beef jerky stick in one hand, he used his free one to open the front door. He was immediately hit by that way too familiar sensation. Werewolf. Since only one person stood around him, it wasn’t very hard to deduce who it was. A girl, younger than him and carrying some kind of food with her. “Hey there…” Rio started, more confused and apprehensive than anything else before realizing that it probably sounded pretty rude. “Sorry. Hey!” he snapped from his funk and took a bite from the jerky stick. “We did! Nice to meet you in person. I’m Rio. That was nice of you! Uh sorry neither of them are here right now…” He shrugged, wondering exactly what he should do in this situation. Anybody could stroll up claiming to know them right? But the girl didn’t seem malicious or anything. “Do you want to come in? We can put the stew in the kitchen. If you want you can hang out until one of them gets back.”

There was no time like the present to make friends with their new roommate, though he did seem just a little bit awkward. That didn’t really bother Ariana though. By nature, she was a social creature and she could make this work. Ricky had an open invite for the couch so it was only right to befriend the third roommate. She knew he had solid taste in Oreos which is a strong starting point. She offered a wide smile and nodded, “You’re all good. That’d be great though. I can go ahead and put it on the stove. It can literally sit there on low heat for like… ever. I know my last venison dish was a huge hit with Ricky and they’ve both been super great to me, so kind of thought it’d be nice to keep the love going, you know?” She realized she was rambling a little excitedly, but she followed him in toward the kitchen. From the last time she cooked with Winston, she remembered where the pots and pans were. She reached for a big pot to dump the stew in and left it on the stove. The sweet smell of venison, stock, and onions was already permeating the air. Ulf’s trailer still smelled damn good because of it. Ariana turned back to Rio and said, “I hope I wasn’t interrupting or anything, but hanging out would be kind of nice. How long have you known Ricky and Winston?”

Ariana seemed more comfortable with the place than Orion did. “Yeah. They’re both super great right?” He chuckled, seeing her work her magic in the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans that he didn’t even know the location of. It wasn’t shocking or anything, Rio hadn’t been here that long. Plus he wasn’t exactly an expert cook or anything. Most of his meals were Little Debbie's. “Make yourself at home!” Before it was even cooking, the stew smelled good. He could only imagine how good it must taste. “Not at all, I don’t really have a life.” Rio shrugged. He had meant it as a joke, though it may have come off as more pathetic sounding than that. “Uh a couple months. Not that long actually. Just a few months, really. We became fast friends. How about you?”

“Oh, yeah, love them both to death,” Ariana answered as she gave the stew a quick stir before leaving it to simmer for a while. She had no doubt it’d be a welcoming smell when Winston and Ricky got home. For now, she’d make it a point of making friends with their third roommate. He seemed nice albeit a little shy. “Thanks,” she said, taking the invite to pour herself a glass of water and pop down on the couch. “Aw, I’m sure you do. Having a life doesn’t have to be, like, exciting. Sometimes it’s just totally boring things that you enjoy.” It was funny, they’d known Winston and Ricky about the same amount of time. They really were just a friendly, kind-hearted bunch and she loved them for that. “I met Winston first a couple of months back. They offered help with my math class, but I’d already found a tutor. So we went to that farmer’s market.... Pro tip, don’t fucking buy the watermelons, they bite, but they brought Winston and I together… and Ricky by proxy. Who’s also great, he totally hyped me up to ask this girl on my soccer team to prom, so you know, totally stan a hype man.” She took a sip of her water before setting it down on the coffee table. “So outside of having stellar taste in Oreos and snack foods, what do you like to do for fun?”

At least Ariana had good taste. It made sense that she would love Winston and Ricky, they were both awesome. “Oh yeah. If you count reading as having a life then totally. I have a lot of lives then.” Orion shrugged and grinned shyly. “But Winston and Ricky keep me company at least so it’s not all bad.” Rio had heard about Winston’s time with the vampire watermelons, but hadn’t known that Ariana had been the one with him. “Oh! I know those things! A friend of mine and I also got attacked by them. It bit my arm!” Rio would have shown off the scar, if it didn’t blend in with the others. “Yep that totally sounds like Ricky.” While Ariana got comfy, Rio found himself curling up in a chair across from her. “I like gaming, reading, uh and definitely some other things too. Like eating.” Okay, he could definitely use some more work when it came to social skills. “What about you? How do you spend your free time?”

While reading wasn’t necessarily her thing, Ariana thought it was a cool enough hobby. She liked stories. Dyslexia just made reading a bitch. “It totally counts,” she answered with a small smile, “Not my thing, on account of I suck at sitting still and I’m dyslexic, but you know different strokes or whatever.” It was seeming like more and more people were having bad luck with the watermelon vampires. “Damn, yeah, that had to hurt. Thankfully, my combat boots were the only victims in our case. Sorry you got bit, those shits have sharp teeth.” She leaned against the arm of the couch and nodded along as Rio spoke. “Reading and gaming, nice. I do love eating, too. Also, pretty good at the cooking thing… which I guess you’ll see later. There’s totally enough stew for everyone.” Rio seemed a bit more on the shy side, but she could appreciate that. Sometimes she was entirely too… not shy. It was a good balance or something. “I like pretty much anything that involves moving. I run a lot, I like cooking, building things is always fun and will be my profession soon, and I love soccer. I’m actually coaching a camp this summer with my friend Athena. If my boss approves it, I’ll also being doing some work study with Ricky to get some more insight on wood-working. So yeah, basically the opposite. I can’t sit still for long periods of time. I’m like energizer wo- bunny. Bunny.”

Orion patted at his arm through the sleeve, almost like some kind of badge of honor. Those that survived the attack from the vampire watermelon things. “Luckily it wasn’t that bad of a bite,” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but the hunter healing may have helped, “It’s all healed up now. Can’t even tell that it was there in the first place.” That may not have been the entire truth either. It had definitely left a faint scar. But compared to all the others, this barely scratched the surface. Definitely didn’t make a distinctive first impression. “That’s great! I’m really excited to try the stew. It smells amazing.” Rio pointed back towards the kitchen. He could smell it from his seat, appreciating the layer of scents. “Sports and stuff are super fun, I’ve heard. It was never really my thing, but my sister loves them.” And speaking of his sister… Ariana…. Knew her? Oh no. Oh god. Oh no. Ariana was a werewolf. Rio was pretty sure of that. But Athena couldn’t know that, right? At least… no, she couldn’t or else Athena would have taken matters into her own hands. What the heck could Rio do about that? She couldn’t tell Ariana about Athena. Should Rio just not say anything at all? Just ignore it and move on? That was the best choice, Rio was sure. “Athena?” Rio heard himself asking before he could shut himself up. God, no. “Uh- wow small world. That’s my sister.” Rio found himself nervously giggling, using it as a guise to distract from the fake that he had started shaking. “She is very athletic. So uh- cool thing with the coaching camp. I’m sure you’ll both rock it.”

It dawned on Ariana that they could both believe in vampire watermelons and she could just leave it alone, but that really wasn’t her style. Maybe one day it’d bite her in the ass, but it hadn’t yet so she’d take her chances. She leaned back into the couch and kept her eyes on Rio. “So, you seem pretty chill about the whole there being vampire watermelons thing. I’m guessing the crazier parts of White Crest aren’t exactly news to you?” One of her brows arched at him hoping to get a truthful answer. Ricky was a selkie and Winston could do magic, it wouldn’t be totally off base for them to have another supernatural roommate. There was a shrug as he mentioned not liking sports. “They’re definitely not for everyone. I just happen to have a shit ton of extra energy by default. Gotta get some of it out for the sake of not being a crazy person.” When Rio mentioned that Athena was his sister, she had to quickly swallow the water she was drinking causing her to let out a small cough. If Winston had been seeing their new roommate’s sister and Rio’s sister was Athena, that meant Winston had been seeing Athena. Ariana’s mind was effectively blown. Her lips formed a small “o” and her eyes were wide before she caught herself. “Dude, that’s cool. She mentioned having a twin brother, but clearly didn’t connect the dots until just now.” The topic seemed a little uncomfortable for him, so she shifted in her seat and added, “But yeah, soccer camp will be pretty cool. I like kids and soccer. You got any plans for the summer or anything?”

Considering Orion was talking to a werewolf at the moment, it definitely went without saying that he was familiar with the supernatural. Of course, there was no way for Ariana to know that Rio knew. It muddied the water and always made things more difficult. It felt like some power move, an upper hand that Rio didn’t deserve. But he supposed that was the whole point, for hunters to get the upper hand. That tingling sensation had been sort of bittersweet to him. On one hand, he loved learning about the supernatural, and meeting people other than regular humans. On the other hand, it made him feel downright creepy. “Oh yeah, uh. I mean I know some. Enough. That it exists.” He constantly battled between how he could tell the truth while also… not telling the whole truth. Luckily, Ariana didn’t seem to have too many questions about his sister, thank god. “Summer plans? Well… not much aside from hanging out with them too. I just sorta tag along with Winston and Ricky wherever they go, honestly.” That, and spend a bunch of time in the Scribe building. “How long is the soccer camp? All summer long? Do you actually like… stay at the camp or is it like a ‘go home at the end of the day and come back the next morning’ kinda camp?” Rio had no idea how camps worked.

The explanation Rio had provided was really more of a nonanswer. Sure, he knew about the supernatural, but how? Ariana tried to get a lock on his scent, but she didn’t notice anything off about it so he wasn’t like Ricky or some other sort of shifter. Maybe he just grew up here and wasn’t totally blind to everything that happened around him. She hoped her attempt at being subtle had worked, but she was about to be truthful anyway. An arm absentmindedly wrapped itself around a couch cushion as she explained, “I guess it’s hard to avoid any of it living here. I mean, I knew about it before moving here, but full disclosure-- I’m a werewolf. Which Ricky and Winston both know so it’s not like a huge secret or anything. Maybe just don’t mention it to anyone outside of here.” Seeing as she had an open invitation to sleep on the couch in the midst of her current hunter drama, she figured being truthful with Rio was the right thing to do and she trusted Ricky or Winston hadn’t mentioned anything about it previously. She nodded along with his summer plans, which seemed to be a little lax, which was nice. Sometimes relaxation was needed, not that she was very good at it, but still. “Sounds pretty chill. I hope you enjoy it. Everyone needs a good reset every once and awhile.” A brow raised as Rio asked more questions about the camp, she thought he’d know because Athena but she did remember Winston mentioned things were complicated there so she answered, “Nope, not a sleepaway thing, it’s here in town. We watch them for the day and do soccer stuff while their parents are working or doing whatever it is they do while their kids are at camp.”

Orion had to physically stop himself from leaping off of the chair in excitement as Ariana disclosed her secret about being a werewolf to him. In a lot of ways, he felt so honored and happy to have the knowledge entrusted to him as well. Though even with that, there was a sort of sinking feeling in his stomach. If Rio had been any other hunter, what would they have done with this knowledge? Sure, Rio had already known because of his ability. But if Athena knew about it, if Ariana told Athena about it… Oh god. That wouldn’t be good. For anybody. Luckily, the excitement at this exact moment outweighed the fear. So it was pretty easy to pretend to be shocked at the news, despite the constant tingling feeling raising the hairs on his skin and reminding him of her species. “Holy woah…” Rio began, finally rising from the chair and sitting at the edge of it, giving Ariana his full attention. “That’s so freaking cool holy crap. I don’t really know that many other werewolves. I mean I know like two.” Or three, really. But the fact that Rio knew wasn’t exactly a topic of discussion. Not yet at least. “But of course. I promise your secret is safe with me.” He wanted to support her, even if he couldn’t be completely honest with her himself. It just complicated things. There was no easy way to tell a werewolf that he was a beast hunter. Not without that look of fear and hatred in their eyes. Rio was familiar enough with that look from himself. But that brought things to a whole other topic. Ariana and soccer camp. And Athena. “That’s really cool. I’m sure it’ll be a lot of fun.” He began, smiling and trying to determine how to phrase his next sentences. “So uh- weird request. Is there any chance that you could… not mention anything to my sister about knowing where I live? It’s like… a whole thing. I’m kind of in a fight with our parent’s right now and don’t want them to know where I’m at.”

Living with Winston and Ricky, Ariana had much doubt that Rio would take the whole werewolf thing well. She did have a standing invite for the couch so she figured honesty was probably a good call. The story of her current not so ideal situation could be told if she ever did have to take Ricky up on that offer. It was cool that he seemed pretty excited about it though. She smiled and responded, “Thanks, I like to think so. Definitely comes in handy with some of the crazier things going on in White Crest.” Came with the disadvantage of being hunted, but she’d still never change who or what she was. “I appreciate as much,” she answered, “Winston and Ricky know, but I haven’t said anything to your sister. Kind of figured you should know since Ricky’s pretty much offered the couch to me for whenever I need it.” Her face shifted to concerned when he asked her to not let Athena know he was living here. She kind of figured as much what Winston had vaguely mentioned before, but opted to nod along instead with her brow furrowed. Family could be tough. Not that she had her own blood family left, but Celeste’s parents had shown her well enough that families could be complicated. “You got it,” she promised, “I won’t tell Athena or anyone else you live here. I’m sorry about your parents though. That has to be tough.”

Ricky’s place seemed to be some orphanage for the wayward and supernatural. At least, it had been for Orion. He didn’t know much about Ariana’s past, but if she was offered a place to stay he could only assume that she may have a reason to need to escape at some point. Which was totally something Rio could relate too. He wished he knew them beforehand, so he didn’t spend so much time sleeping on a dusty bed in an abandoned building. “That’s great! Well just so you know, I am totally cool with that. Not that like… it would matter per say if I wasn’t. Because this isn’t my house. But that doesn’t matter. Because you are. Welcome here, I mean.” He really had a way with words, didn’t he? “Anyways, ignore me. You uh- You’re like… safe here in town right? No crazy people trying to hurt you because of the werewolf thing?” Jesus, what kind of question was that? He was such a disaster. “My family’s complicated but uh- you know things are okay now. At least, now that I’m far away from my family things are great. I’m way happier than I have been in a long time.”

There was something so wholesome about Orion. While Ariana could tell he tripped over his words a little, she found it to be kind of endearing. She supposed as much made sense since his hobbies seemed to be stuff you do alone. “Thanks,” she stated calmly, “I appreciate as much. Even if it is technically Ricky’s house, I wouldn’t want to make anyone living here uncomfortable. That’s not cool.” The frown that followed the question of her being safe was unavoidable, especially knowing now that her bounty had been picked up. She wasn’t entirely safe and it sucked to admit. She supposed the sooner Celeste’s parents arrived the sooner this could all be over, but it still left knots in her stomach. She fidgeted nervously with her hands before opting to just hug one of the couch cushions. “Not exactly,” she mumbled before speaking up, “It’s kind of a crazy story, but here goes. My sister/guardian isn’t biologically my sister. She’s actually a hunter that saved me instead of killing me when I was like three and her parents killed my parents. Her parents apparently have a bounty on both of us which has been picked up… so that’s been a fun time. Hence the whole Ricky offering up the couch if I needed a place to lay low. You know how he is. Dude has a heart of fucking gold… or really whatever is like more valuable than gold.” Her fingers played with the fringe of the cushion and added, “Sorry if that was like, a lot. If I do end up crashing here, figured it’s only fair you know.” She listened carefully to his own family troubles, glad he had somewhere accepting to stay. “Well, whatever is going on, I’m happy you have Winston and Ricky. And that you’re happy. That’s the most important thing.”

Orion sat silently, completely speechless as Ariana recounted her tale to him. “Holy crap.” Was all Rio could say for a long while. His brain was still processing the news. And there was a lot to unpack. Ariana’s parents were murdered by hunters. An obvious reason for Ariana to despise hunters. But… she was saved and taken in by a hunter? That was insane. Sometimes Rio truly thought he was the only one that had wanted a different fate for supernatural creatures. Not just a hunter tired of killing or exhausted with the lifestyle, but someone that truly wanted to save the supernatural from other hunters. And to defy her own parent’s? “Your guardian… she sounds pretty incredible.” Rio whistled. He could only wish that he had the strength to do what she had done. Instead, the image of his former teacher, lifeless on their guest house floor kept flashing through his mind. Something he wished he could unsee, or even better, he wished he could have stopped. “I- uh. Jesus. I’m so sorry. That’s terrifying.” Did either of them know about Silver Bullet? What if the bounty had reached the hunter bar? Anybody around town could spot Ariana. Rio hadn’t gone since the fall out with his family, but maybe he could sneak by when he knew his parents wouldn’t be there? Check the board and tear anything down that shouldn’t be visible. “Platinum has always been considered to be one of the most valuable metals. For almost all of history, it has been more expensive than gold, but not always. Mostly because Platinum is a lot rarer than gold.” Rio rattled nonchalantly, barely realizing that he had just spouted off the random and unnecessary information. Despite this story, Ariana seemed as casual and cheerful as ever. Rio definitely liked her. “You don’t owe me an apology. And you definitely don’t owe me an explanation. I appreciate it, but you don’t have to ever feel obligated to tell me anything. Secret’s are sacred and all that… But uh- I hope everything is okay now. In town.” Rio found himself falling back into the chair and becoming a bit more relaxed now. Having this stuff laid out on the table for both to see was a bit therapeutic. “Thanks. It’s definitely been a healthier environment. They accept me for who I am and all that sappy stuff.”

Ariana knew she had dumped a lot on him, but if she ever did take Ricky and Winston up on their offer for a place to crash at and lay low, it was only fair Rio knew the full story. Plus, anyone that was a friend to both Ricky and Winston was a friend to her. All things considered, Rio had taken it all pretty well. He seemed like a kind and understanding person that she would now consider a friend. “Oh yeah, Celeste is amazing. Total nerd, but amazing nonetheless,” she agreed. It seemed wrong to compliment her sister without throwing at least one little jab in there. Teasing her was always fun. Maybe she had become so desensitized to how bad her current situation sounded, but she kind of shrugged it off. It was bad. She knew it was bad and the threat of danger was always there, lurking and waiting, but didn’t want him to worry. “It’s okay, really. Well, you know, as okay as it can be. We have some protections set up and friends who are helping us.” There was no need to throw in that the bounty was already picked up and worry him more. Everyone had so much else going on, they didn’t need to worry about her, too. When she told Celeste she wanted to stay here no matter what, she knew this day would eventually come. It had to. If they ever wanted to build roots anywhere, there was no avoiding it. Though now he was saying something about platinum and he brows knitted together in confusion. Yep, it was official. She broke Rio. That was way too much. “Good to know,” she assured him, easily, “And sorry for dumping all that on you. Hopefully crashing on the couch won’t be necessary though.” She gave him a comforting smile hoping it helped. Her smile only grew wider at his mention of this was a much healthier environment and how accepting Ricky and Winston were. “Good, you deserve all that sappy stuff. And Oreos, you deserve Oreos.” The last part may have been her own sweet tooth kicking in, but she returned to the kitchen to get them both snacks to enjoy while they hung out.

#when wolves knock #wickedswriting #pretend i picked a better title #orion #rio

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cosmicbash · 4 years

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Kells waking up in bed and he sees shady above him, making him freeze and start to feel scared as fuck, wondering how the hell did he even got into his hotel room. Shady grins while he runs his hands on Kells gorgeous body and starts to whisper the most direst things ever in his ear. Basically shady Finally getting his hands on the blonde after months of stalking

Okay, it took me a bit cuz I started it at 3 am, forgot i started it and then got a headache BUT--

Here it is! Sorry its a mess and ends so abruptly but I dont want to make too huge of a wall of text.

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A dip in his bed and the audible clink of metal is what first startles Colson out of his slumber.

He's sprawled out on some admittedly comfy motel room bed, one arm stretched out above his head and the other resting on his stomach. Sleeping off a day long hangover instead of joining his band for a night of partying like he usually would.

Colson's first instinct when he hears the noise is to rub the sleep from his eyes, maybe scratch his nose and see what the hell has woken him up. But when he tries to move his left arm it catches. The clink of metal on metal repeating itself.

Now the rapper is rapidly tumbling towards awake, eyes blearily shooting open and his legs kicking free of the thin blanket.

The first thing he sees is a blurry figure looming above him, and it sets his heart off into a frenzy. Free hand slapping so hard against his eyes he might have given himself a bruise in his haste to rub them clear. "W-who in the fuck-"

"Settle down princess, don't want you hurting yourself….just yet." The voice is soft, amusement tinging the edges.

It's familiar, so familiar it sends a shiver down Colson's spine. There's no way he could mistake it for any other, not after years of listening to it blast on earbuds in his ears, the speakers of his car, fuck singing along to it.

It's Eminem.

Now with his vision settled there's a face matching the voice. Blue eyes looking near black from how dark the room is, most of face painted by shadows. The only reason Colson can recognize it is because of how often he's stared at pictures, videos, there's no way he could mistake the sharp nose and fuzzy cheeks for any other man.

Now his fear is mixing with confusion, anger, the barest hint of excitement. He almost wants to believe he's dreaming. How else would he be waking up in bed with his idol turned rival looming above him? It made no sense.

The bite of metal against his bony wrist destroys any chance of that. While he might have some kinky wet dreams every now and again, being handcuffed to his bed by Eminem was surprisingly not a common one. The opposite? Maybe once or twice. But this? This was absolutely terrifying.

"W-what are you doing in my room?" Colson hates how badly his voice cracks, it's still thankfully deep from his sleep but there's no way to hide the undertones of terror. "Is this- is this some kind of hit- fuck- are- are you here to murder me?"

Did his cocking off in the media finally cross some invisible line the older rapper had set? Was he actually about to get killed and have his body dumped somewhere like a scene out of an old gangster movie? Was Eminem that kind of rapper? One who preferred to do the dirty work himself instead of letting a lacky handle things?

A knuckle brushes across his cheek and makes him flinch. "Murder you? Hmm….I don't think I'm allowed to go that far." Colson's panic has officially risen to nightmarish levels. "Why don't we see how long it takes for me to get bored of you first?"

The hand tracing his jaw runs itself in a straight line down his exposed throat and past his collarbones. Nail digging into his pale skin just enough to scratch a light red line into his flesh. It's what finally makes him realize he's shaking.

"So white... your skin looks like its begging to be covered in bruises. Is that why you covered yourself in so many colorful tattoos?" Em hums curiously above him and Colson has to swallow the lump forming in his throat. Eyes wide and focused solely on the dark flutter of lashes covering the older rapper's own while he follows the path his finger takes down until it's pressing into the center of his stomach.

Pushing until he's got to suck in a breath just to relieve the pressure. "Cat got your tongue Kelly? You sure seemed vocal on all those talk shows. Couldn't keep Marshall's name out of your mouth."

The way Em refers to himself in second person is what finally startles a word out of his mouth. The paralyzing fear making way for a new wave of trembling confusion. "W-what?"

Em clicks his tongue above him and finishes his idle tracing to instead rub his whole palm up over the blondes sternum. Long fingers stretching open like he's testing his own grip span. "What? What?" The brunette mocks him lightly, fingertips tapping a tune into his collarbone for a minute before they continue their exploration. "I know you've steadily been melting your brain down into goo with drugs and alcohol but please tell me you're still capable of conversation."

"Fuck you-ah!" The same moment he gathers up enough courage to speak Em twists one of his nipples. Not hard enough to make him scream but enough for it to sting.

"Ah, ah, patience. We'll get to that eventually. For right now I want to get a good look at you, been thinking about scratching these tattoo's open for a while now."

Yanking hard on the cuff above his head Colson's fight or flight finally decides to kick in. Quite literally too with how his legs and back jerk to try and knock the other man off the bed and pull his wrist free.

Em only allows him to flail for less than a minute before suddenly thick thighs are slotting themselves over his thin hips. The heavy weight of another person bearing down on his own forcing his legs to still.

His upper body still twists and curls away from the pair of hands sliding their way up it. The laughter ringing out above him piercing his ears and body like a thousand knives. When Em's hands gently wrap around his throat it finally settles in for Colson just how utterly helpless he really is at that moment.

There's no escape readily available from whatever the older man has planned for him. It's got his heart thumping so hard in his chest he doesn't know how it hasn't already given out.

One last fruitless buck up to try and unseat the rapper just rewards him with that grip around his throat tightening. Calloused fingers digging into the sides of his throat and thumbs pushing against his adam's apple until he's gasping and choking. Free hand slapping up against a watch covered wrist and failing to find any purchase anywhere but the sleeve of the other man's jacket.

There's a second where his vision begins blacking out and his body goes limp that Colson actually thinks he's going to die. Sprawled out in his underwear on some egyptian cotton sheets and his lifelong idol straddling him to squeeze the life out of his body.

But then the pressure relents and his lungs are flooded with fresh air. Spit flying out of his mouth while he coughs and gasps, Em's hands moving to rub a comforting palm against his pec and cup his cheek.

The look on the other man's face is one of pure delight, eyes fluttering across his flushed cheeks and teary lashes until they settle on the thumb he's pressing into the bottom of Colson's lip.

"You're so much prettier gasping for air than I had imagined. All pink cheeked and wet lipped after just one minute," There's a sick dreamy quality to Em's voice that has his body trembling against his will yet again. "Ah, ah, don't get scared. I told you, I can't kill you this time. Marshall made himself very clear on that rule."

"Wha-" Colson's throat aches and his head still feels fuzzy but he forces out the question. "What does that even mean?"

Em's smile grows impossibly wider, thumb pushing its way inside the blondes mouth until he's tasting the salty pad of skin. "It means, you're dealing with Slim Shady baby-"

The responding crunch of his teeth around flesh just elicits another cackle. Now that Shady has Colson where he wants him the attempts at rebellion are nothing more than foreplay.

The funs just beginning.

#emgk #asks #i love asks #send me more asks #shady #this one got a bit #D u b i o u s

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isobel-thorm · 4 years

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OTP Questions

Tagged by @chyrstis and not-so-subtly peer pressured into doing it for these clowns:

DISAGREEMENTS

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Both of them rarely do it, but the second one will start, the other will come right back at the same level.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither. They’ve been through too much together already, and they know that being the resident Romeo and Juliet from opposing sides that it would end in a mess if they ever split ways, so they work through everything.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither

Who trashes the house? They don’t, the other Saints do. Comes with the territory to leave a clean house and come back to the aftermath of a wild party.

Do either of them get physical? Also never. They leave the violence at the front door.

How often do they argue/disagree? A fair bit. Again, as two people who came together from opposite sides of a war, there are a lot of disagreements about moral views and such.

Who is the first to apologize? Audrey, most of the time, though Troy does do his share. Audrey’s trying to be a better good person, and she figures letting go of her pride first will help that along.

SEX

Who is on top? Audrey, more often than not. Troy likes getting manhandled.

Who is on the bottom? See above

Who has the strangest desires? They’re both relatively simple with what they want/what they’re into, so neither. Audrey did try to get some cop/robber role play going, but Troy shut that shit down because too real, what’s the fucking point?

Any kinks? Again, nothing super special. They both like it rough when the occasion calls for it.

Who’s dominant in bed? Troy tells everybody it’s him but it’s absolutely Audrey.

Is head ever in the equation? Hell yeah

If so, who is better at performing it? Audrey

Ever had sex in public? Not super crowded public, but they’ve gone at it in a car in a parking lot where a few people would pass by, but a relatively safe, can’t-see-anything-immediately distance away.

Who moans the most? Audrey

Who leaves the most marks? Troy. Audrey does, but she also knows Troy’s ability to lie only apparently went as far as him lying to everybody about being a cop and he immediately calms up and spouts bullshit if anyone ever notices her marks on him.

Who is the more experienced of the two? Audrey. She’s had a fair number of partners, Troy only had a couple before her.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Either, depending on the mood.

Rough or soft? Also depends on the mood.

How long do they usually last? A few minutes.

Is protection used? Yes, but with their luck the condom would break at some point.

Does it ever get boring? Not really, or if it ever starts seeming that way, they’ll immediately try to change it up.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Tobias’ bathroom, because Tobias was basically bullying Troy during what was supposed to be a nice dinner and Audrey had to distract him somehow. Troy was absolutely mortified and convinced they probably caught something after the fact.

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children/or have children? I they haven’t really thought that far yet. If it happens, it happens, as far as they’re concerned.

If so, how many children do they want/have? One or two max. They’re skeptical about bringing kids into the Life, or raising kids around the life, if they manage to get away to raise them.

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle? Both. Troy needs to be cuddled as much as he doesn’t want to admit it.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Audrey.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Also Audrey.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? They really don’t get uncomfortable. If an elbow or shoulder gets to bony, they’ll just adjust.

Who gives the most kisses? Troy. Once they get together, he kisses her a lot because he can’t believe they got that far.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Hanging out at Freckle Bitch’s and de-stressing.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Troy’s living room couch. Simple, homey, comfy.

How often do they get time to themselves? Very rarely. A Saint, former or otherwise, or Tobias, Laura are never far behind if they have a moment to themselves.

SLEEPING

Who snores? Neither

If both do, who snores the loudest? N/A

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed. It’s a comfort thing after a while.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? They’ll usually stay to their own side, but if they end up drifting closer they’ll go with it and get all tangled up.

What do they wear to bed? Troy sticks with an old T-shirt and sweatpants, Audrey stays in one of Troy’s T-Shirts.

Are either of them insomniacs? Unless something is going down with the Saints that has them getting anxious, they’ll sleep through the night with no issue.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Either work for them.

Who wakes up with bed hair? Troy.

Who wakes up first? Most of the time it’s Troy. It’s habit from his beat cop days.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Neither. They’re very much a breakfast at the kitchen table/lving room coffee table couple.

What is their favourite sleeping position? Spooning

Do they set an alarm each night? Considering they don’t need one, not at all.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? Absolutely.

Who has nightmares? Both. Again, it comes with the Life- as well as the fact that they’re really not sure if Quinn’s joking about killing them as often as she does.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Troy. His are on par with Pierce’s with the giant soda can.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Troy

Who makes the bed? Neither.

What time is bed time? Whenever they feel themselves starting to drop.

Any routines/rituals before bed? Not really.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Audrey. Needs coffee or some other caffeine as soon as possible.

WORK

Who is the busiest? Audrey, but by a hair. Both work themselves sick trying to keep the Saints out of deep trouble.

Who rakes in the highest income? Audrey

Are any of them unemployed? ... Does being a Saint/begrudging born again Saint count as employed?

Who takes the most sick days? Audrey, because she’s also far more reckless and gets herself hurt and will basically ground herself to recover.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Troy when it comes to Saints business. Very much a “Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come” deal.

Who sucks up to their boss? They both rank pretty high, so there's next to no one to suck up to, outside of Quinn, so they really don’t. Audrey being her baby sister pays off that way.

What are their jobs? Third in command of the Saints, and... Police Chief turned Police Consultant turned... Sixth?? in command of the Saints

Who stresses the most? Troy. Once he gets back into Saints ranks, he’s a worried mess.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? They can both slap a giant “It’s Complicated” sticker on that one. There are equal pros and cons to being a Saint and being a Police Chief who used to run with the Saints.

Are they financially stable? They’re set for life.

HOME

Who does the washing? Both

Who takes out the trash? Both... or they make Pierce do it once they live in one of the Saints’ cribs.

Who does the ironing? Neither. Pierce does it for them because he gets sick of seeing them with wrinkly clothes, even if they don’t wear that many things that get dramatic wrinkles.

Who does the cooking? Either, but Troy does it more.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Neither. They’ve both at least got the basics down enough to not set anything on fire.

Who is messier? Audrey. A little chaos in the living space works.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Troy

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Audrey

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither

Who is the prankster around the house? Audrey

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Troy

Who mows the lawn? Troy

Who answers the telephone? Either

Who does the vacuuming? Either if they remember to do it.

Who does the groceries? Another Saint will usually do it.

Who takes the longest to shower? Audrey

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? Not at all

How many cars do they own? Two, between the pair of them. Audrey’s got Lola, and Troy’s got his truck.

Do they own their home or do they rent? Own all of it.

Do they live in the city or in the country? City

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Depends on the day for both of them.

What’s their song? When they’re first getting established/repairing their friendship, Used To - Daughtry

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Whatever any of the Saints needs them to do

Where did they first meet? In the alley where the gang war went bad.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Audrey, hands down. She can spend into the three digits multiple times a week.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Audrey

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over themselves? Audrey. She figures Troy deserves it a bit.

Any mental issues? Anxiety for the both of them.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Audrey makes Troy do it.

Their favourite place? Troy’s house, the Saints Penthouse.

Who pays the bills? Quinn basically runs the big finances like that, so neither.

Do they have any fears for their future? A fair bit, whether its their life together or their individual lives in the Saints.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Troy. He’s all for it and wants to go out of his way to do a bunch of nice things for Audrey after everything they’ve been through.

Who’s the tallest? Troy.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Troy

Who wanders around in their underwear? Audrey. She’s got no shame with all of that.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Audrey. She’ll beat everyone as far as volume level goes.

What do they tease each other about? Life choices, but they only allow the other to grill them about something so personal, and will start shit if someone else gives them a hard time about anything.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Audrey. As far as she’s concerned Troy is a walking fashion disaster.

Who crushed first? Audrey, though she looks back on it like an ill advised schoolgirl crush, even if it worked out in the end.

Any alcohol or substance related problems? No

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Audrey

Who swears the most? Troy

#Pairing: 'Audrey no' 'AUDREY YES'

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thorscock-y · 6 years

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Library (Loki x reader)

Request: Anon asked, Hi I saw that requests were opened, so can you plz write something with Loki x a very flirty (and kinda dirty minded) reader ending in smut? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: Smut, NSFW Images, 18+, Oral, female receiving, Unprotected sex,

Authors Note: I added a little plot to this just because my literature self can’t just jump into a story so yeah haha, enjoy love. PSA, no gifs belong to me, rightful credit to owners.

Masterlist

It was a calm sunny day in New York, traffic was light which meant there wasn’t much honking to be heard and it just helped with the peaceful silence. You were in your room, reading one of your favorite books. Cuddled up in your warm fuzzy blanket, still in your pj’s, you decided today would be a lazy day since you had no plans ahead of you. Or so you thought.

A knock on your door causes you to look up from your book. As you’re about to reply, the door opens anyway without consent for the person to come in. You know for sure that this is Jane. The two of you share a nice apartment together, best friends since you were a little, and the brunette always knocks but never waits for an answer if she can come in or not.

She enters, a face full of smile and excitement.

“Well, come in.” You say, sarcastically.

“Come to Asgard with me!” She’s practically jumping off of her feet with excitement.

Confused by her statement, you set down your book then sit up in your bed. Did you just hear this woman right? Go to Asgard. Somewhere you’ve never been but have been dying to go ever since you’ve heard about the beautiful place. It’s something you’ve been studying for years now with Jane

“What?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, I know how you’ve been wanting to go for a while so last night I was talking to Thor about it, asking if you could go and all and guess what? He’s all for it!” She’s jumping up and down like a happy five year old. Obviously she can’t contain her excitement. “He consulted with his dad and he gave him the get go that it’s okay to bring you, this time.”

“Are you serious?” A huge smile is planted on your face as you flip over the covers, hopping out of bed.

“Yes, I am not even joking with you right now so get ready.”

Your eyes widen in astonishment.

“Wait, we’re leaving today? Now?” Your plans of having a day off had been canceled though you didn’t mind. You loved your comfy bed but going to Asgard was a far way better choice. It had just caught you so off guard that you’d be going as of now.

“Yes, we’re leaving in like ten minutes, Thor’s here.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” You began to scramble around in your gores, looking for a suitable outfit to wear.

Jane shrugged.

“Sorry, I didn’t find out until a minute ago now would you just throw something on? I’m excited for you to see everything there, it’s so beautiful.”

“What do they even wear in Asgard?”

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Just get dressed, we’ll be waiting.” With a quick grin, she’s out the door.

“Such a help.” You mutter to yourself then just throw on something casual and simple. A white cotton sweater with black jeans and knee high boots. You walked over to the mirror, to make sure everything looked alright. As you were about to began to adjust some things, Jane came rushing back into the room.

“Great, you look perfect, let’s go.”

There was no fighting this woman, so you complied and let her drag you out of your room and into the living room where Thor was. He was sitting on the couch, in human clothes. You had gotten used to this; him being here and all. He was like a brother to you, the two of you got a long very well. He saw you as a sister as well.

“Hey big guy,” You say.

“Hello to you, lady Y/N.” he stands up, pulling you into a big bear hug.

“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me by my name and not “lady Y/N?” It sounds weird.”

“Forgive me but it is how we formally greet each other back in Asgard though I don’t tend to hug any woman except my mother there so you and Jane are the lucky ones.”

“Mhm, I’m pretty sure you and Jane do more than hugging from what I hear.” You recall the sounds of them, all through the night doing God knows what. All you know is you’re never going to forget those nights where Jane and Thor get carried away. The loud moans from the both of them make you want to throw up.

Jane blushes and looks down while Thor seems to be quite the opposite. He’s glad to be hitting that ass every night.

“Well what can I say? Jane is a woman of vulnerability under my touch and-”

Jane claps and interrupts him before he can say more.

“Alright, time to go! No more discussion of our sex life or there won’t be one anymore.”

You laugh and it’s not a moment more until you guys are on the road. Jane is driving to the spot where you guys first met Thor and she hit him with the car. Oh how that was the funniest thing ever, who would’ve known that would lead to you actually going to Asgard right now at this very moment. You flood Thor and Jane (but mostly Thor) with questions of what Asgard looks like and what’s it like there and if it’s like your research. Sure Jane has told you everything there is to know considering she’s been there quite a few times but you wanted to hear it from the man who’s lived there for basically his whole life.

Thor just told you to wait until you get there so you sat back and tried to envision what you were in store for. Soon enough you guys are standing in the grass and Thor yells something about a Bifrost and you knew what a Bifrost was from your research. You hold onto him tightly, Jane on the other side and then you’re flying high in the air.

Afraid you’ll fall, you clutch onto Thor very tightly. Your heart is hammering out of your chest as you look up and around you and see a rainbow like shimmer. When you arrive in Asgard, your breath is taken away for you have never seen anything more beautiful than the scene above you. It was more than you imagined, more than you dreamed.

You gasp, grinning from ear to ear.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Thor asks.

Loss for words, you nod, still taking in the sight of the place.

“Come on, let me introduce you to my family and then you can venture.”

Thor introduces you to Frigga, Odin and a few of his friends. They’re very kind people and your legs are shaking as you speak to the king and queen. It’s just that you had never met royalty and even though you were meeting them in a mystical world, it was still all very surreal. You can’t believe you’re actually here.

The first place you became really interested in was their library. What they taught the kids here was exquisite, more advanced then what they teach on earth. Thor and Jane had went on to do their own “thing”, trusting that you would be okay on your own so that left you alone in the huge library.

The library was Loki’s quiet place. To get away from everyone because he didn’t like anyone. All he ever hears is talk of his perfect brother, so why even bother to linger in the kingdom? The people of Asgard knew it to be Loki’s place so that’s why they never dared to go there.

Seeing you in his forbidden area had him angry yet you intrigued him. Beautiful, curvy slim waist with a nice ass. Loki was for sure an ass man alright. You’re struggling to reach a book so he comes to your aid, finding it the perfect opportunity to began messing with you.

“Now,” You jump at the voice and turn to your side to see a man. Tall, sleek black hair, pale skin but the hot type of pale. He was the drop dead sexiest man you’d ever seen. “I know you are not from Asgard by the way you dress, so may I ask who you are and what are you doing here, earthling?”

You gulp and turn to look at the man, towering over you. The desire to reach the book has vanished your mind.

“Well I came here with Thor. He wanted to show me Asgard.” You say, not breaking eye contact with him. He’s so damn cute, you’re usually one to not pay that much attention to men and focus on your investigations but this man was making you want to throw all those rules out the door. Yes, he was that fucking hot.

“Thor? Of course.” He grabs the book that you were trying to get and holds it out for you. “I don’t remember Thor ever bringing beautiful women to Asgard. If he had, I would’ve remembered a beautiful face such as yours.”

And that is the start of your relationship with Loki or whatever it was.You honestly weren’t sure what to call it. As you continued to visit Asgard more often, the more the bond between you grew. The endless flirting, the longing glances between each other when no one was looking. Leaving was the worst part but coming back was your favorite.

“You’re killing me, love.” He said, one day.

You were bent over picking up a book, you had “accidentally” dropped on the floor. You wore a skirt on purpose so your sexy lace panties could be seen over your round ass, the ass Loki loved to watch while you walked anywhere. To see it almost bare had his cock twitching with excitement and he fought the urge to bend you over the table and take you right there.

“Oops, I’m just so clumsy.” You say innocently, knowing what you were doing was driving him crazy. Just to mess with even more, you dropped another book in attempt to get the other. “Oh darn, I just keep dropping books.”

Loki’s done keeping restraint, all he knows is he wants to touch you now and the God of Mischief always get’s what he wants. He gets up from his chair, teleporting over to you. You don’t notice he’s there until you feel his cold hands around your waist, and his crotch on your ass. Your smirk to yourself at the reaction you got out of him. He pulls you so your back is to his chest.

“Feeling a little risque today, darling?” He says in your ear.

“Nope.” You say, pulling away from him. You set the books down on the shelf. He groans lowly. “I’m actually feeling a bit.........bored. Are you bored?”

“Bored? With me? My feelings are infinitely hurt and no, I’m never bored when in the company of the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

Not impressed, you turn around, pretending to scan the shelves of books while walking away.

“I bet you call all the women here gorgeous.”

He follows you.

“No, I don’t. No woman is as gorgeous as you are.”

Even though you saw Loki as this sultry arrogant asshole, you took notice of how his attention was never on any of the other women in the kingdom. None of the servants, none of the women from Midgard, his eyes only were always on you. And it was true, Loki only had eyes for you. He enjoyed the flirtatious games the two of you had.

“Yeah.....okay.” You loved toying with him, it was all part of the fun.

“Honestly, do you truly think,” He once again teleported in front of you so you had no choice but to stop walking. “Any women could measure up to your beauty?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged then dangerously moved closer to him. You put a fingertip on his chest, twirling it around. “How about you prove it to me?”

Loki knew exactly what you had in mind. A cunning smile spread across his face and before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, Loki’s hands on your waist. You gasp at the suddenness of everything. “

You, my dear, have no idea what you’re in store for.” he says wickedly and then he’s kissing you, hungrily and wanting. Weeks and weeks of lust pushed through him. This is all he’s wanted to do since the moment he laid eyes on you and you felt the same as well.

You kiss back, not caring of the possibility of someone walking in any minute to catch the two of you. Loki flicks his tongue over your bottom lip wanting to be let in but you smirk into the kiss and decide to tease him by not letting him. He groans into the kiss then moves his hand down under your skirt and begins to massage your clothed clit. You moan and he takes that as his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, gaining his dominance.

Asshole

You move your hand to his chest the other around his neck, wanting to touch him. You’ve been craving this for the longest time now, the feeling of Loki’s lips on yours, his touch, his fingers, all of it had your body heating up and wetness was pooling at your core. He was still rubbing you, softly and slowly but that didn’t last long as he pulled away from the kiss. He placed sloppy wet kisses all over your neck before sinking to his knees. You were startled by this action, not sure what he was doing.

“Relax, kitten.” He spoke softly, glancing up at you.

He reached beneath your skirt, then pulled your panties down. You stepped out of them then Loki took them, tucking them into his back pocket. As you were about to object to that, just to be stubborn, he placed a kiss to your thigh, and then another, and then another each one coming closer to your heat.

His lips were cold due to being a son of a frost giant and all but you didn’t mind. The contrast of temperature between his cold skin and your warm skin felt good.

He slid his hands to your thighs spreading them apart then didn’t waste anymore time as pulled up your skirt then captured your clit into his mouth, sucking. You bit your lip, not wanting to moan to give him the satisfaction that he was pleasuring you. He noticed and began licking over your glistening folds while gripping onto your thighs tightly. Fuck, it felt so good that you couldn’t help but let out a small soft moan.

He smirked to himself then continued on with his deadly acts. He delves deeper, licking past your folds and over your slit. Your hands involuntary grips onto his dark locks, a moan escaping your lips. He groaned in response, delving deep into your pussy. Your taste was like non other, and he couldn’t wait to taste what your juices tasted like flowing into his mouth. He pulled away placing a kiss on your inner thigh before sliding a finger into you, then adding another in after.

You threw your head back onto the wall, your whimpers following. He kisses your clit softly then begins to flick his tongue over it while thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Your breathing is ragged, your chest heaving up and down from the immense pleasure Loki is bringing you.

His hand moves to the back of your knee, pulling your legs further apart so he can taste more of you. He curls his fingers inside of you, your orgasm slowly approaching you as he does this. His tongue is fast, licking over your bundle of nerves bringing you close to the edge. Your grip on his hair tightens and you moan. Your walls clenched around his digits, his tongue still swirling figure eights on your clit, enticing pleasure within you.

His mouth was amazing, you didn’t know how to act. Soon enough you were coming onto his fingers and onto his face, letting out a loud relieving moan that rang all through the walls of the library. It really is good no one ever uses this library except for Loki. He continues to kiss on your clit, pulling his fingers out of you.

He throws your leg over his shoulder then is lapping at your juices not wanting to miss a single drop. Your hips jerked forward, sensitive from the previous orgasm but you still enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on you. He nibbled on your clit gently before placing a quick kiss on your pussy then pulling away.

He stood up so you were now face to face. His chin was dripping with your wetness. He licked his lips before wiping his face with the back of his palm.

“You taste divine,” He said, huskily. Your legs are still slightly numb and you’re still a bit breathless from that amazing orgasm.

He kisses your lips, hard and rough and you kiss back, wrapping your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. You can taste yourself on his cold lips and that sends shivers down your spine. You moan into the kiss, loving his dominance. He pulls away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

“But I’m afraid I’m not done with you yet, darling.” Before you can speak he turns you around, applying a hard smack to your ass.

You yelp in surprise then Loki grabs your skirt dragging it quickly down your legs. You put your hands on the wall to steady yourself as you hurriedly step out of it. Next he unbuttons your blouse then slides it off of you, all of this being done very quickly. He’s so eager to be inside of you, and you’re eager to feel him inside of you, both of you were longing for this moment.

Next he unbuckles his pants, sliding them down along with his briefs. His cock is erect and you feel it against your butt causing you to moan from the interaction.

He kisses your shoulder then teases you, flicking the tip over your enlarged numb. You whine in anticipation.

“Loki, please.”

“What is that? Do I hear a plea coming from your sweet little mouth?”

Seriously? He was going to be his usual arrogant self now?

“Yes, just please. My king, please.” You know from what Loki has told you, he wants to rule the world so badly so you thought calling him that would spice it up.

The name sets him off and then he slams into you without warning making you cry out in pleasure. Your walls feel like heaven around him but he gives you a second to adjust. When you give him the get go he then once again thrust inside of you, his pubic bone bouncing off of your ass and then he does it again, not stopping. He grabs your hips tightly while you hold onto the wall for support, soft moans leaving your mouth.

You shivered as you felt the absolute thickness of Loki, pumping inside of you not ever imagining it to be this good. Sure, you dreamt of it, daydreamed of this very moment but never suspected that Loki would have the expertise to be this good. His godlike dick was also helping, sending you into a world of pure bliss. He was truly a God in every way.

Loki watched the way your beautiful ass bounced on his hardened dick, the way your wetness coated his shaft, and the feeling of your walls around him. It was all a beautiful moment that he never wanted to end with you. The way your angelic moans filled the air turned him on even more. He loved pleasuring you like this.

You whimpered as your legs were beginning to shake from the unstopping hard pleasurable thrusts Loki was bringing. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours echoed around the library, sweat broke out onto your bodies making the moment even more hot and bothered then it already was.

The fullness of him is heavenly. He groans then moves deeper into you. Oh, now you can feel him into the brim causing a tingle to erupt into your stomach, your libido rising like crazy.

Wanting to feel your skin even more, Loki yanks you to him roughly so your back is near to his chest. His hand moves to your throat, the other holding your breast. You can feel him deeper inside of you causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle.

You could feel his breath fanning on your ear, as he continued on to pummel into your pussy relentlessly. Your mouth was wide open in a silent moan. With each new thrusts, he rammed deeper making your body convulse just by that action. You felt it again, that same feeling deep down in darkest part of your body. You were going to come, soon.

Tightly your walls engulfed Loki’s cock and he groaned at the feeling. One hand came and rubbed over you clit fast building up your nerves, your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Oh, Loki, I’m-”

“I know dear.” He kissed your neck, licking and nipping and before you know it your orgasm is raging through you. You moaned out loudly. It wasn’t long until his cock twitched inside of you and spurring hot loads of come inside of you. His come mixes with yours and he doesn’t stop as he rides out both of your highs. Your eyes are hooded with lust.

Loki grips your neck harder, turning your head to the side to capture your lips in his as he continues to fuck you but slowly and sensually now. You moan into his mouth, relishing in this moment. He pulls away and pecks your lip. He pulls out of you as well then turns you around. Both of you are breathing hard from that amazing fuck.

“Was that enough proof?” He asks, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

You wrap you hands around his neck pulling him close to you, so your noses are touching. “More than enough.”

Quick question for you guys, should I post with or without the gifs in between fanfics?

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rantsbymiriam · 4 years

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Welcome bitches

My blog is back!!! No wait - my REAL blog is back. It's been so long. How i've missed blogging like the good old days. The time before PICTURES & captions took over. I still love pictures, but pictures can be faked. Blogs...well blogs can be faked too but it takes a lot more work to be fake. In this blog, it's gonna be so real, your mama sakit mata baca.

I know I already have a blog (www.miriamomar.com) but that blog is only to talk about work and life related stuff that's super serious and super boring. LETS BE REAL. I ain't gonna be swearing and dissing life crap in between posts about serious work stuff. ONE MUST SEPARATE THE TWO! My blogs are truly a reflection of my psyche. And these 2 blogs will show you two very different sides of me that I have (finally) come to terms with.

On one side, I have this ~high achieving, give talks at conference, scholarship, academic, lecturer, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE, do the right thing goody two shoes~ side of myself. I call it my "Hermione" side. Which is really a big part of who I am. I can be extremely serious, philosophical and analytical "pseudo intellectual" bla bla bla. Basically, I have this complex about needing to KNOW EVERYTHING or else I would feel insecure and "unsafe". I also have an insatiable curiosity to understand the workings of the world and the true essence of being. Not many can follow my type of conversations. I know this because people start to yawn. My main hobby is to devour books and go around annoying people about what I read and telling them what to do (its true, i must stop I know im sorry everyone)

HOWEVER - this is not that blog. And this is not that side of myself that I would like to share to the world.. This space is for me to talk about THAT OTHER SIDE OF ME. The side that grew up in the depths of the longkangs in Kajang and Bangi. The side that got suspended in school multiple times because I asik dating dengan my boyfriend (now I realize it's just my "co-dependency" lol) the side that tergolek in front of Zouk every Friday night (trauma symptoms lol) the side that your mama don't like and I have to cover-cover so your mama can still let you be friends with me!!! It's OK, don't worry, I won't be a bad influence this time around if I can help it. LOL

Well now, I have obviously mellowed out a lot. Like a LOT A LOT. I don't do crazy shit anymore. I have come to a place in my life that I have accepted my past and all the stuff I used to do (kak long kawasan etc etc) More on that bit later.

To be EXTREMELY honest, my life is not that interesting anymore. This is my first year of business as a full time artist, running Project MIRRO and part-time lecturing. I've been grinding and making ends meet like a robot. I haven't been out and about having a life since I got back from London in late 2017. I hardly get to see my friends or go out and lepak. I haven't dated at all. In fact, I haven't met a new person of the opposite sex who isn't a business acquaintance or gay since 2017. And it's one more month to 2020. I'm not getting any younger either. Im 31 turning 32. and I totally don't have a life, let alone a LOVE LIFE. Oh My God 2.0. (Its okay I have more to say about this part it's not the end of the world)

Today I am supposed to work on a new collection release for Project MIRRO. I will do it right after I write this blog I PROMISE. It's just that, sometimes I have no more fuel to burn to run my life. Working alone in isolation, it gets to you sometimes. As an introvert, ITS GREAT, but it also has its downfall. MOTIVATION. This shit can't appear out of thin air ok. Bukan boleh beli online add to cart "Motivation" I'm literally that girl that has not seen the world and people in over 2 days. This could go up to 2 weeks. I'm just super comfortable on my own in my own world. I love it, I really do. TAPI, I know it's not good for me. I believe if im out and about, mixing and talking with people, I will probably get more income for my business. I know it. I dont know why I don't do it (malas sebenarnya)

I have to say though, I have a pretty comfy studio..I dont feel the need to go out. I am very much comfortable in this space for me to create and be myself. But I also know that perhaps its not the best time for me to be in isolation at such an early phase of my new "art career" whatever that means. Whatever im going through now reminds me of how I was at my first job back in 2012. I am starting all over again, learning all over again with this new life path. Its hard, uncomfortable, and super consuming. And im doing it, LEGIT, all alone. Mana tak rasa cam kepala nak meletup. Obviously kepala I dah meletup a few times. Then I realized its because I don't have a new outlet to release stress. I used to paint to release stress but now it's my job. I need something ELSE.

I've been playing music again, writing songs again (im NOT gonna show it to anyone I would probably die of embarrassment)So it seems like, sejak dua menjak ni, I feel the need to EXPRESS. To write again. To "communicate" without leaving my nest. This is the next best thing la for me since I am such a pemalas to mandi and pakai baju. I've been in the same kaftan for 2 days. WOOOTT. This is the best thing abt working from home. NOBODY CARES WHAT U WEAR!! But don't worry I totally mandi and gosok gigi for you aunties gasping and gossiping about this anak dara tak senonoh. Ishhhh.

Anyway, whatsup people? How are you guys? How is life?????!! I just realized back then when I wrote in this blog (with the same name), I had READERS. I just never really read the comments or participated in my "community" of readers. I should've. I will try do better this time and get conversations going. Reply and all that. PARTICIPATE.

Ok its already 1.15pm now and I really need to get back to work. I have lots to rant about later malam sikit bila dah sunyi sepi and lonely lolol. Thanks for reading. Goodbye for now.

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The Feels Awaken, Part 2: The Fandom’s Menace

Written by @jkl-fff, illustrated by me

PART I - PART II [Interlude] - PART III (you are here) - PART IV [Interlude]

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Soos, excitedly setting up everything: Dude, I knew exactly what we should watch as soon as Stan said “movie day”. The prequel trilogy of Cosmos Conflicts! I’ve been meaning to show you them since, like, the first time you said you love the first two originals movies, and even more since we all sat down together so you could finally see Return of the Jelived, Bitch! The prequels’re actually, like, seriously three of my all-time favorite movies ever.

Ford, actually smiling: Heh. I would’ve watched them before now— especially now that I know how keen you are to share them with me— except Dipper and Mabel would never let me. They kept saying they loved me too much to let me watch them, if you can believe it.

Soos: Well, I admit they’re not the most popular with fans, yeah, but that’s just ‘cause, like, most people can’t handle this much raw, concentrated awesomeness.

Melody, deadpan on the floor: Uh huh. That’s exactly what it is.

Soos: It’s like really spicy food; some people just don’t have a— whatcha call it?—sophisticated enough palette to appreciate the awesome sauce. Y’know?

Melody, still deadpan: Most just aren’t refined enough. For sure. Yep. That explains it.

Stan, entering TV room: I got drinks for everybody!

Bill, right after him: And I got the popcorn! Let’s jump right in to this glorious madness!

Melody, mildly surprised: You like these movies?

Bill, passing around bowls of popcorn: Absolutely! They’re one of the hottest messes in cinematic history!

Stan, passing around cups of soda: Mel, you sure you don’t want my easy chair? It’s no problem, really.

Melody: Lying flat is the best thing for my back lately. Besides, I can put my feet up in my honeybear’s lap while he rubs them for me.

Soos, genuinely happy at this prospect: Sure can, honeybadger!

Stan, taking his seat: Well, if you’re sure. C’mon, gremlin! [picks up Bill]

Bill, almost giggling: Whoahoho! Careful, I’m gonna spill!

Stan, setting Bill next to him (on opposite side of Ford): There. All comfy, kiddo?

Bill, deciding to settle in like a cat: Alright, yeah, I’m okay with this. Primo seating and everything!

Ford, making himself look straight ahead: Let’s start it.

TV: George Dufasfilms Ltd. and 20th Century Foxups presents … Cosmos Conflicts, Episode 1! The Phantom Nuisance! [fanfare theme song plays, prologue crawls upward]

Ford: Wait, what? “Turmoil has engulfed the galaxy because taxation of trade routes to outlying star systems is in dispute”?! This is about freaking tax policy? And that leads to galactic turmoil?

Stan: Don’t know ‘bout you, but the IRS certainly causes me turmoil. [Soos stops rubbing Melody’s feet long enough to highfive him]

Ford, incredulous: This is a prequel, right? So why is all their tech more advanced? Why are there more and better droids?

Soos: Well, the Trade Union canonically uses droids more than other species. It only makes sense they’d create more advanced—

Bill: Because George Dufas has a robot fetish. That’s seriously why. He uses the entirety of this film like normal people use hardcore porn.

TV: Master, I have a bad feeling about this. TV: Be mindful of the Living Force, my rattail-coiffed padawan.

Ford: Pada-what-now? That’s not a word. Why didn’t they go with “apprentice” or—heck!—“squire”, since they’re Jelived Knights?

Soos: Shhhhh!

TV: Gee thanks, Master, that’s certainly helpful and not at all vague. That advice will definitely help me be a diplomat, even though Jelived like us are more like killer, magic samurai-priest-cops. TV: Indeed, my superfluously-ponybobbed padawan, which is why we have openly worn our iconic bathrobes and lasercutlasses instead of even the most basic of disguises. Letting the Trade Union know the Senate sent trained killers will surely put them at ease.

Melody: Nope, they’ll try to gas you both now. Good thing they kept all that toxic gas in their air vents.

TV: My fellow crafty and greedy Trade Unionist insectoids. First, I raise a glass to our race’s abandon of our native customs and tongue in favor of caricatures of antiasian stereotypes and accents. TV: Hear hear! TV: Second, we have done well in executing our secret Shit master’s evil plan to blockade this world of minor socio-economic importance (for some reason), and to kill those two Jelived. They must surely be dead by now, so let’s send in some droids to kill them further. TV: But, sir, they’ve only been in there for fifteen seconds. TV: OPEN THE DOOR, I SAY! AND SEND IN … FIVE DROIDS! TV: Sir, predictably, they weren’t dead, and destroyed the five droids. Now they are cutting through the door to our command center. TV: IMPOSSIBLE! SEND … TWO MORE DROIDS! NO, THREE!

Ford: Wasn’t the hangar full of battle droids?

Melody: Oh, the whole ship is. They just want the fight to be fair.

Ford: … what. [watches as Trade Union leader makes a call to Queen Imdolledupa] … What. [watches as she tells her council “I won’t condone actions that could lead Planet Baboon to war, even if we have been blockaded for months at this point and they’re clearly planning an invasion”] … What. [watches as invasion lands on opposite side of planet than cities] … WHAT.

Bill, grinning: Don’t worry. It gets worse. Much, much worse. Starting … right … now.

TV: Tank yusa for saving mesa from dose bombad battle droids, yusa Jelived who escaped da main starship by sneaky-sneaky on dat transport! Mesa love you! Mesa follow you forever and ever! TV: Master, I sense that this Jerkjerk creature will bring suffering to millions. May I please cut him down for the good of the Force? TV: No, my practically mulleted padawan. We need him alive, because … reasons. Probably related to merchandising. TV: Mesa take yusa to secret, bubble city of mesa people now!

Ford, through gritted teeth: Who the fffff … fuzz is that annoying frog-lizard-man, and why do I feel a collective unconscious urge to beat him to death with my bare hands?! Why aren’t the Jelived Force Choking him, or at least Mind Tricking him into leaving?

Bill: That is Jerkjerk Kinks, a monument to Dufas’s amphibian fetish and the first reason the Twins wouldn’t let you watch this movie.

Soos, defensively: He’s not that bad! He’s got a good heart!

Melody, sighing: Oh, my sweet, innocent, naïf honeybear …

TV: Boss Gass, even though you dislike the humans who invaded and colonized your planet, and even though you live completely apart from them in your Plasmatlantis, you are symbiotic with them. TV: Mesa tinking yusa no understand what “symbiotic” means. TV: Well, if you won’t help the humans, at least don’t kill Jerkjerk—

Ford, spitting out popcorn: YES, KILL JERKJERK!

TV: —because he owes me a life debt and is now basically my slave. Your gods and laws demand that his life belongs to me. TV: Mesa tinking it racist for yusa to claim to understand oursa laws and culture, white man. And to claim ownership of a sentient being (dat isn’t a droid). But yusa hair so fabulous and mesa so bored wit dis conversation, mesa give yusa Jerkjerk and submarine so yusa go. TV: Excellent. Now, to boat through the planet’s watery core.

Ford: … That is literally impossible. Even if the core was water, the center would be denser than rock because of all the pressure. [watches as ship navigates past giant sea monsters] There would be no light, no life, no nothing down there.

Soos, patiently: Yeah, but it’s fun. That’s what matters.

Stan: I like how they just happen to pop up in the capital city, and how nobody notices them, even though it’s occupied.

Bill: I like how the people of Planet Baboon put up absolutely zero resistance to the Trade Union’s invasion, despite all the forewarning they had since the blockade and from the invasion landing clear on the wrong side of the planet. If only Imdolledupa had been Mayor of Gravity Falls, am I right? Heh heh … heh … What? Too soon?

Ford, grimacing at Bill: Mmm …

Stan, patting him: Gremlin, it’ll prob’ly always be too soon for that.

TV: Master, there’s the Queen. How fortunate we came up next to her, and that the Trade Union decided to march her through the streets instead of simply landing a shuttle outside the palace. TV: Yusa big fortunate dey only escorted by six droids even dough hersa entourage has twenty people! TV: … Master, yet again I beg you to let me kill this irritating— and you’re already gone … and the droids are already dead. TV: Majesty, I am Jelived Master Leam-Nee San. Come with me if you want to Jelive. We’ll escape this planet, take you to the Senate, and tell them how heated this tax policy dispute has gotten here. TV: You arrived at a fortunate time, Jelived, because they were about to make me sign a treaty legalizing their invasion of Baboon.

Melody: ‘cause that’d be totally legit, right? No coercion at all.

Stan, nudging Bill, whispering: Maybe you should’ve forced Mayor Cutebiker to sign a treaty, eh?

Bill: Heh! But you just said—

Ford, grimacing at Stan: Mmm … [watches as they find an unguarded ship and fly straight at blockade instead of around it; ship gets away, but with hyperdrive damage] Okay, why is that Jelived—what’s his name? Yuan-Mac Gragor?— repairing the hyperdrive instead of a pilot? Is that supposed to be standard training for Jelived, or something?

Soos, shrugging: Seems like it’d be pretty easy to pick up to me.

Melody: Well, yeah, it would be for you, honeybear. Mr. Handyman with the magic fingers! Aw, yeah, that’s the spot … Keep rubbing …

TV: We can’t land on Hallowine, it’s controlled by Pitsa-Hutts! They’re gangsters! It wouldn’t be safe for Queen Imdolledupa! TV: I’m sorry, non-Jelived person, I couldn’t hear you over how luxurious my hair is. And I don’t care what you said anyway. Now, I’m off to buy us a hyperdrive. Time and stealth are of the essence, so naturally I’m going to take with me a slow-rolling droid, my frog-lizard-man slave who is so idiotic he will step in every literal and figurative pile of doodoo, and this willful teenage girl. TV: Master Jelived, not to question your wisdom, but— TV: Good. See to it that you never question any Jelived ever again, for we are infallible and will take off your head. Tata for now.

Stan: Why take Jerkjerk? D’you think he was hopin’ to sell him? Or maybe just ditch him?

Ford: Being amphibious, it’s likely the extreme heat and dryness might’ve proved fatal to him. Perhaps the hope was he’d drop dead.

Soos, whimpering softly: Why does everyone hate him? He just wants to help!

Ford, curtly: Because he’s the worst, Soos. He’s just … the worst. [watches shadowy Shit Lord Farth Sidious bitch at Trade Union for letting the Queen get away, then dispatches Farth Maul to fix it; watches heroes wander into a desert town on Hallowine]

TV: How fortunate the first shop we enter has a hyperdrive for sale. Now to use my Mind Trick on the disgusting, pig-butterfly proprietor without once having the least of scruples about how unethical that is. TV: Ha! Mind Tricks won’t work on me, only MONEY! I’m surprised you couldn’t tell from my Yiddish accent and hooked nose, human.

Ford, eyes wide in shock: Did they really just—

Stan, shaking his head: Moses—

Soos, blanching: Oh, yeah … I, uh, k-kinda forgot about him. Sorry, dudes. I guess all the lasercutlass duels and space battles made me forget about the, um, antisemitic stereotypes.

Ford: Not … Not your fault, Soos. We’ll just—

TV: Are you an angel? I know it doesn’t make sense that angels exist as a mythological concept in our galaxy, but you’re really pretty, so … I’m a slave, by the way. So is my mom, though you’d never know it since we dress like everybody else and get to walk around freely. I saved your frog-lizard-man friend thing from a brawl, by the way. My name’s Otherkin Skyjogger. I’m 9, but that doesn’t matter, angel. TV: I’m Padmy Resume. I’ll try to forgive you for saving Jerkjerk. TV: Is your friend with the magnificent hair a Jelived, angel? He has a Jelived weapon. There’s a sandstorm coming, even though the air looks exactly the same as it did a while ago, so you should all come have dinner at my place. My mom won’t mind, even though we have very little money for food, presumably, what with being slaves. TV: Why not? Story’s not going anywhere. I’ll get Leam-Nee San.

Bill, stifling a cackle at the next scene: (My favorite dialogue!)

TV: Queen, this is a holo-transmission from Baboon, even though we have no idea where your ship is because you’re hiding. Anywho, the Trade Union is awful, the death toll is catastrophic, the weather is a little humid. Please contact us; this is not an obvious ploy. Love ya, bye! … Wait, did I just say “love ya” to the Que— TV: I know I’m just a padawan with a pointlessly stupid haircut, but I’m gonna tell your planet’s leadership what to do now. *Ahem*. That was an obvious plot to learn where the Queen is. Don’t reply.

Stan: If I was that security office, I’d bitchslap that uppity teen.

Melody, warningly: Language.

Bill: Sorry, Mel, he meant to say “teenslap that uppity bitch”. [highfives Stan]

Ford: Pffhaha! *ahem* [watches Otherkin take them home and mother is all “Sure, why not? I’ll give room and board to three strangers who’ve taken a not-at-all unsettling interest in my prepubescent son. Now for a dinner chat!”] Wait, what? Did he seriously just say he’s the only human who can rocket-chariot race? But racing is just … racing!

Bill: He just wants to impress the “angel”, so he’s exaggerating. But she believes him even though he’s 9 and obviously has a crush on her ‘cause she’s kind of a Dumasc.

Melody, more warningly: Language.

Soos, reluctantly: Actually, he’s not swearing. It’s an in-canon term for “politician” ‘cause the galactic capital is on Planet Dumascent.

Bill: And it’s very political of her—gets them free room and board. Yep, that Dumasc ain’t no dumbass.

Ford and Stan, cracking up: Pfffhahahaha!

TV: There’s a problem, my should-just-get-a-buzzcut padawan. I found a hyperdrive, but couldn’t Mind Trick the owner to give it to me for racist and plot-related reasons, and it’d be unethical to just steal it (and I just can’t be unethical). Nor could I buy it with a promise of higher repayment next week from Jelived funds. But, fortunately, there’s a rocket-chariot race soon, and if this 9-year-old Force Sensitive I just met wins … we’ll get the money to buy it!

Stan, exasperated: What, does George Dufas also have a fetish for 80s sitcom clichés? Don’t answer that question, Bill.

TV: And I’ll win the kid as a slave—Jelived apprentice, I mean— because I unironically rigged a dice toss with my powers. I had to bet the Queen’s ship, but I’m sure she won’t mind if we don’t tell her. TV: Ah, but you’re going to use Jelived powers to rig the race, right? TV: What?! Never! That would be unethical and spoil the suspense! TV: … Master, I’m concerned your gambling addiction is— TV: What? Khshh! Can’t hear you! Khshh! There’s a sandstorm! Oh, also, I’m transmitting the kid’s blood sample through our radio. TV: That’s not how radios work, Master, but okay … dum di dim … Got the results, and this kid has more midi-chlorians than Yoda.

Ford, suspicious: What … are … those?

Bill, grinning: The second reason the Twins wouldn’t let you see this movie. Heh heh heh …

TV: My 9-year-old son is meant to help you in this dangerous race. It’s destiny, and stuff. That’s why I’m so criminally permissive. Oh, did I mention his conception was immaculate?

Ford, jumping up: WHAT?! JESUS CHRIST!

Bill, grinning: Exactly. Space Jesus Christ.

Ford: Does … Does this mean … midi-chlorians …

TV: Sir, you were talking to my mom about midi-chlorians? TV: Ah, yes, the omnipresent, microscopic organisms that confer the Force randomly upon some individuals, are not at all mystical or magical, and are probably your daddy, O Chosen One of the Jelived.

Ford, apoplectic: WHAT THE FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF—

Soos, whimpering softly: Oh, no! the Angry Words™!

Melody: Don’t you dare, Stanford Pines!

Ford, like a death metal singer: —UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU—

Melody: Don’t! You! Dare!

Ford: —NDAMENTALLY STUPID IDEA IS THIS CRAP?! AND HOW DOES FARTH MAUL KNOW TO CHECK THIS PLANET, BUT THE JELIVED DON’T SENSE HIS DARK PRESENCE?! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS BULLSHI—

Stan, as though his brother wasn’t screaming: Oh, look, Sixer. It’s time for the big rocket-chariot race.

Ford, breathing heavily: If this isn’t the best race ever, I swear … [watches race] Okay, yes, that was genuinely exciting.

Soos, relieved: Hooray!

Ford: Enough that I’m going to overlook the sabotage in front of a stadium of spectators, the fact it didn’t actually impede his winning, the ludicrousy of Otherkin catching up to but not passing his rival, and Java the Pitsa-Hutt being shown sleeping through the race. I mean, really? Why would you suggest your own film is boring?

Melody: To be fair, this is basically space NASCAR, and earth NASCAR is boringer than golf.

Ford, muttering to himself: More boring … Grammar …

TV: Alright, my shamefully beardless padawan, take the hyperdrive and everyone else back to the ship while I make Otherkin say goodbye to his mother forever and ever and ever. TV: About that, Master. Why don’t we just take her with us, too? I mean, slavery’s incontestably morally abhorrent, and we’re Jelived and can screw the consequences of most our actions. TV: What?! Never! TV: Because it’d be unethical to steal someone’s property, Master, even if that property is a sentient being? TV: Well, that, and we already have one major woman character for this whole trilogy. Why would we have more than one woman?

Melody: Grrrr, sexism … Makes me always hope Maul’ll kill him.

TV: Goodbye, son. Jelived, promise you’ll take care of my son? TV: What? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over how opulent my hair is. Anyway, tata forever. Come along, Otherkin. TV: I love you, mom! I’ll never forget you!

Stan, looking sideways in surprise: Gremlin, are … are you crying?

Bill, swiping at eyes: W-what, me?! No! Not like goodbyes’re s-sad! I just got, um, some g-glitter dust in my eyes … All Mabel’s fault the stuff is freakin’ everywhere in here …

Stan, putting an arm around him: Heh. Tell me about it, kiddo.

Ford, silently glancing sideways at Bill: (… hmm …)

TV: Excuse me, Yuan-Mac, but isn’t that a Shit Lord attacking your master right outside the ship? Shouldn’t you go help him? TV: I would, but this chair’s just too comfy. If I get up, you know Imdolledupa will steal it (that bitch!). Besides, look, Leam-Nee San got aboard the ship just fine. Oh *sigh* and so did his new slave boy. Guess I should go introduce myself to that homewrecking hussy— er, kid! I meant kid … Hello, Master and filthy slave boy. TV: Ah, my worst-hair-of-the-three-of-us padawan, meet my new younger and cuter padawan, Otherkin Skyjogger. The Chosen One. I’m sure you two will be best friends and as close as brothers. TV: Hi! (I’m daddy’s new favorite. Die jealous about it.) TV: Hi! (I will throw you into a volcano the first chance I get.) TV: I knew you two would hit it off. But I wonder who that person in black with a red lightsaber was who attacked me just now … Well, I’m off to bed. Don’t stay up too late becoming best friends.

Ford: Does he really not pick up on them hating each other then?

Soos, confused: What’re you talking about? They get really close.

Ford: Pff. Yeah, which is why Farth Vaper strikes him down in the original movie, right?

Stan: Eh, what’s a little strikin’ down between brothers?

Melody: “Space is cold,” Padmy Resume says to the kid. Like, don’t they have temperature controls in their ships?

Bill: Don’t forget, this was “a long time ago”. They hadn’t invented space heaters yet.

Ford: Ha! Haha—er, *ahem* that was … that was clever. [watches them land on Dumascent, a planet-wide city] That … is also impossible. Completely unsustainable. Without trees, how do they breathe?

Bill: They export all their CO and CO2, and import … everything, pretty much. Oxygen, food, water … It’s the reason they named the planet Dumascent; they’re all—

Melody, warningly: Don’t say it.

Bill, silently mouthing at Ford: (… dumbasses.)

Ford: Heh heh … [watches Imdolledupa’s retinue go with Baboon Senator Shiv Saltine while the Jelived threesome goes to the Temple and tests Otherkin]

TV: Esteemed fellow Senators, I haven’t made a big deal about it, because I kinda suck at my job, but Baboon was invaded recently. I now introduce Queen Imdolledupa and Representative Jerkjerk—

Ford, sarcastically: Well, he certainly is qualified.

TV: —who will speak on my planet’s behalf, thereby rendering my presence here as a Senator utterly redundant. Majesty? TV: I— TV: I’M THE SENATOR FROM THE TRADE UNION, BECAUSE IT TOTALLY MAKES SENSE A COMPANY HAS EQUAL REP WITH INHABITED PLANETS, AND I NOW FORMALLY MAKE A MOTION OF “SHUT UP, BITCH”! TV: Motion is seconded. The bitch is hereby required to shut up. TV: … Okay, y’know what? Screw y’all bureaucrats. As queen, I raise my planet’s middle finger at all of you. Now, I’m going back to do what I should’ve done months ago … fight the invaders! TV: Mesa going wid you? TV: Sure, why the space heck not?! We’re out. Peace between worlds!

Melody, raising a fist: You go, girl! Better late than never!

Bill: And the moral of the story is that democracy doesn’t work.

Ford, dubious: Thank you, Farth Cipher. Anyway, if we get lucky, Jerkjerk will die painfully in the coming battle.

Soos, whimpering: He’s just doing his best!

TV: Spoken, the Jelived Council has (meaning a decision, I’ve made with Master Sa-Myul Jaxon, which abide the other masters will, if what’s good for them, they know). Your padawan, Otherkin won’t be. TV: Master Jaxon, for clarity’s sake, could you explain why not? TV: Our code forbids someone as old as he is be trained. For reasons. Our code forbids you having two padawans at once. For reasons. TV: And much fear in him, we sense. Which bad, always is. TV: But, Master Yoda, his midi-chlorians—

Ford, jumping up: RRRAAAAAARRRGHGHGHGHGHGH!

TV: —and he’s the Chosen One prophesied to bring balance—

Ford: WHO EVEN MAKES THESE PROPHECIES?!

TV: —and it’s kind of hypocritical of you to say his fear is bad even as you are all too afraid to let train him be trained. TV: Clutching my pearls, I now am! A scandal, this is! TV: The council forbids you training him, Leam-Nee San. TV: Huh? Sorry, Master Baldy, I couldn’t hear you over how sumptuous my hair is. Oh, and now my middle fingers are up for some reason. Strange … Well, better go train Otherkin. I’ll start by taking him to the soon-to-be Baboon warzone. Tata, bitches.

Bill: I guess we call that Leam-Nee San’s act of … HAIResy!

Ford and Stan: Pffhahaha!

Melody, annoyed: The prophecy (we almost never hear about again) is to bring “balance to the Force”, right? Why do none of them ever consider that might signify strengthening the Dark Side? I mean, Jelived are kinda dominating the galaxy right now, and are always trying to stomp the Shit out of existence.

Ford and Stan and Bill, uncontrollably: Hehehehehehehe!

Soos, plaintively: Why must we always question it, dudes? Why can’t we just enjoy it?

Stan: ‘cause they’re flyin’ back to the planet without any trouble. Look, the blockade is gone. Where the heck did it go?

Bill: They got sucked into a black plot hole. Lots of those in space.

Ford: And they just happen to land in the swamp right where all the frog-lizard-men are hiding?

Bill: Don’t forget George Dufas made good actors act woodenly. See?

TV: Boss Gass, I woodenly beg you to help us. To be our allies. After this, we’ll return lands and first-class citizen status to you, even though your people are slimy and inferior non-humans. TV: Hmm … Wesa live in a bloody swamp. Wesa need all the land wesa can get. Okay, wesa fight wid you, and Jerkjerk is a general.

Ford, sarcastically: Well, he certainly is qualified.

TV: The plan’s for us to sneak into the palace via secret passages that of course it has. While one team seizes the Trade Union leader, 12 pilots will take on the blockade that just barely reappeared. Well, it’s just one ship for some reason now and not a blockade. So, yeah, 12 should be enough. Meanwhile, Boss Gass’s and *snicker* General Jerkjerk’s armies’ll be a cannon fodder distraction. TV: Mesa have no qualms wid taking on a better armed force. TV: Good, because you blinked and we’re in the palace already. TV: Oh, blast. I was going to leave you on the ship, Otherkin, but the Queen scene-transitioned us here too quickly. Okay, listen. I want you to find somewhere safe to hide, alright? TV: Yes, daddy. I mean, Master Leam-Nee San. TV: Uh, daddy—I mean, Master? That Shit from Hallowine is back. Should I have the Queen’s troops gun him down? TV: No, my why-didn’t-you-get-a-haircut-on-Dumascent padawan, we will seductively slip out of our Jelived bathrobes and duel him despite his badass, double-ended lasercutlass. BONZAI!

Ford, excited: Finally, the good stuff! [watches movie cut back to Jerkjerk; his people’s shields stop blasts, but not droids and tanks rolling right through them] … what. [watches Otherkin hide in a ship, activate it on accident, fly it into the heat of a space battle on accident, not get shot down but rather shoot down bunches of droid ships on accident—because the Force and because rocket-chariot racing and because fuck the audience— “I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ll try a spin; that’s a good trick.”] … What. [watches Jerkjerk shoot more enemies than all the stormtroopers in the original trilogy combined on accident, explode some on accident] … What. [watches Otherkin crash land inside the Trade Union ship on accident blow up its power core or something on accident, escape on accident] … WHAT.

Soos, unironically: Hooray for Jerkjerk! Hooray for Otherkin!

Ford: Boo for Jerkjerk! Boo for Otherkin! Why aren’t they dying?! [throws handful of popcorn at screen]

Bill, excitedly joining in: Woooooo! Anarchy in the living room!

Ford, ranting: Why are all the droids shutting down?! Why would anyone design battle droids without independent operating systems?! Why isn’t there at least one other battleship with a backup for them?! And where the fffff-funky music is my lasercutlass duel?! [watches Queen’s retinue capture the Trade Union leaders “Your invasion of the planet we invaded is over, immigrant sc … um, I mean, Asian sc … uh, no, that’s much worse … Well, anyway, it’s over, you scum who aren’t white or that token black guy!”]

Stan, blinking in surprise: I don’t remember this movie bein’ so racist the first time I watched it. Was it always like this?

Ford, throwing more popcorn: Get to the Jelived already! [watches legitimately epic duel with great choreography progress from starfighter hangar into some sort of massive power plant] … What is a power plant doing inside the palace?

Soos: Shhhh!

Bill: Well, on Baboon, the palace is the seat … OF POWER!

Ford: Ha! Indeed … Wait, why is there a corridor of laser doors? And who’s turning them on and off? Are they on an automatic timer, or something? That’s a terrible security design.

Stan: Especially since what they’re guarding is just a dead-end room with a gaping, bottomless pit.

Bill: Lady and Gentlemen, I give you … the movie’s plot hole!

Ford and Stan: Pffhahahahaha!

Soos: Guys, c’mon! You’re spoiling the emotional climax!

TV: Da—I mean, Master, I’m stuck behind a laser door! Hold on! TV: Not to worry, I’ve got this well in hand, my less-than—Gah! Oh, look at that … I’ve been impaled … Huh … Down I fall … TV: DAAAAADDDDDDYYYYY!

Ford, surprised: Wow … I actually am moved right now … [watches Yuan-Mac Gragor attack once door opens, get kicked into the pit but catch onto a convenient pipe thing or something]

TV: It’s over, Jelived. I, Farth Maul, have the high ground. TV: What a stupid thing to say, Shit Lord murderer! You will pay!

Ford: But how can Yuan-Mac Gragor possibly defeat him now? [watches him connect with the Force and do a flying backflip while drawing the lightsaber to him … and cutting Maul in half] OH, BULLSHIT!

Melody: STANFORD PINES!

Ford: The whole fight scene was the coolest except for that ending! Maul just stood there with his guard down let himself get killed off like a little bit—um … idiot. A genuinely intimidating villain, gone without a chance to develop, and in the least satisfying of ways!

Bill, casually: It was assisted suicide, really, ‘cause he couldn’t bear to live any longer in a universe where George Dufas is his god.

TV: Daddy! Master! I’m here! Hold on, please! TV: Listen … my first padawan, my first son … you must train him. Otherkin is the Chosen One … will bring balance to the Force … TV: I promise. No matter what. TV: And you must … get rid of that rattail, grow a proper mane … It’s important … for being a badass Jelived who don’t give a crap … TV: I will. The most magnificent mane ever, I swear. TV: Finally … most importantly … make sure to bury me … with winged eyeliner … *death rattle* TV: NOOO! I mean, I’ll do that, yes, of course. But NOOOOOOO!

Soos, tearing up: *sniffle* He was such a good Jelived.

Bill, evilly: I think you mean “Jedied”.

Ford and Stan: Pffhahahaha!

Bill: And don’t you meatbags usually consider owning slaves to be something that disqualifies a person from being good? Like, he had two of ‘em. Speaking of, you think this means Yuan-Mac Gragor inherits Jerkjerk? Is he legally permitted to euthanize him now?

Melody, considering that: I think the life debt is fulfilled now.

Soos, muttering: (You dudes all suck …)

TV: Come to Baboon, I have. Along with Senate soldiers to arrest the Trade Union (now that matters, Senate involvement does not). TV: Thank you, Master Yoda. That means a lot during my grief. TV: Out of pity, promote you to Knight we do. Also, more impressive than our lame, traditional trials killing a Shit, we consider. So … TV: And may I take Otherkin as my padawan? Just so you know, I made a deathbed promise to train him, so I’m going to anyway. TV: Changed their minds for no reason, the other councilors did. Little bitches, I consider them to be … But no reason, I have really to oppose his training. Other than that grave danger, I fear in his training for us all. For foreshadowing purposes, you understand. TV: Aren’t you always saying “fear leads to the Dark Side”? TV: Like your master, you are. Meaning go screw yourself, you can.

Stan: Convenient decision, ain’t it? Oh, time for the funeral.

Bill: I’m always amazed and, to be honest, a little jealous at the caliber of the winged eyeliner they get on Leam-Nee San.

Stan, shaking his head: Can you believe Yoda and Sa-Myul Jaxon are discussing Jelived business during the guy’s funeral? That’s just inconsiderate, is what that is. And why would the Shit follow that rule of two, anyway? I thought they were anti-Jelived.

Soos, dismal but unable to not answer: ‘cause they know treachery’s gonna happen sooner or later. One apprentice means only one person to keep an eye on.

Ford, derisive: Why not? Makes as little sense as everything else. Oh, they’re having a parade now. And … there’s a glowing orb? Why is the Queen giving a glowing orb to Boss Gass?

Bill: For his coffee table. It’ll make a great conversation piece.

Ford: Or would, except he’d then have to tell this awful story. Just awful … But the rest of the trilogy, it has to be better, right? It couldn’t possibly be worse.

Bill, smiling evilly: Heh heh heh … You say that now …

Soos, sulking: … I guess if you wanna watch ‘em, we can.

Melody, picking up on her husband’s dejection: Can we leave the movies with them, honeybear? I’m starting to not feel well.

Soos: Uh, sure thing, honeybadger, if you like. [gets up, helps her up, goes out the door with her] Um, see you dudes tomorrow!

Stan, with a tinge of regret: Y’think maybe we hurt his feelings raggin’ on the movies so much?

Ford, realization dawning: He … He did say they’re three of his favorite movies. Though I fail to understand why or how … All the same, perhaps I was being insensitive … again … [sighs, shrugs] Oh well. He’s not here anymore, so I suppose we can be as unbridled in our ragging as we want. And tomorrow, we’ll make it up to him. Somehow … Shall we put in the next one?

Bill, excitedly: 79 Hecks yeah! Oh, wait, they’re both gone now.

All three together: We can swear for real!

#little monsters au #the feels awaken #bipper #ford #stan #bill cipher #writing #fanfiction #this entire thing man #i have barely watched a star wars movie in my life and this is still so funny to me #submission

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acambridgegraduate · 5 years

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mostly bland, but add a bit of colour

That’s how I’d describe my sense of style.

Like everyone on this earth, I’ve been through lots of style phases in life, including being a ditsy print fanatic and a preppy uni student (...satchel in tow).

I’ve now refined what has become my staple ‘style’, as it were. Mostly, my wardrobe is made up of neutral (usually black) clothes, with rare features of animal print or understated patterns like stripes, spots or checks.

However, I do have a peacock-like side of me that is attracted to those bright, flashing items of clothing that stand out beyond all else, whether its block colours of red, blue or yellow, or SPARKLE. I do also have a secret love of neon, but I’m trying to work out how to wear this comfortably...perhaps on future nights out I’ll be able to work it in.

I’m not really a frivolous buyer like I used to be as a student. Now, I would never shell out over £150 on a bright red satchel I would go on to hardly use because I ‘just loveeee’ it. Now I know what I like and what works, I know pretty much straight away how to distinguish a piece of clothing I get distracted by like a magpie but would never truly wear, and items I know I will wear constantly. Who knew that earning your own money and paying rent will make you more frugal…

Here’s a summary of my key items.

Black t-shirts

A true staple & one I’m never going to stop wearing. Black t-shirt & black jeans combination is basically my life.

Black dresses

Black dresses are the superheroes of my life. I have 3 that I seem to wear at least once a week each.

I don’t have a full-length picture of the black dress I wear most. It’s a midi black dress from Zara with short sleeves to just above the elbow, with a tie-front waist and 2 x splits up each side. It’s comfortable and versatile, and also looks professional without feeling constraining, so is great for a last min client meeting.

Next is a recent purchase of an ASOS strappy wrap dress I most recently wore to work, and then on a date. For work I layered a black polo neck underneath, but for the date layered a black mesh top and felt sexy AF. Wasn’t too revealing but I was still freezing in the January evening breeze, so I knew I probably looked good haha…

FINALLY, it is my TRUE love. Who cares about men, this black 90s slip dress from Urban Outfitters exists. In summer I wore it alone and felt great. I had hesistated buying this dress because I thought the cut wouldn’t suit someone who has curves, but as soon as I tried it on fell in love. This winter I’ve also been discovering new ways to wear it, with either that same black mesh top as I layered underneath the last dress, or a cream polo neck top and tights/trainers for a bit of a preppy vibe.

Jeans

Basically my advice is to have black jeans, blue jeans, and then jeans in a different colour. I have some ecru jeans that I was scared to wear at first because of the thighs/booty, but I’ve learned not to give a fuck.

Denim Jumpsuit

So I love dungarees, but they always seem to sit too low for me; I carry more weight around my hips and am personally more comfortable with a high waist fit rather than a mid fit. BUT THEN THE URBAN OUTFITTER GODS created this dreamy denim jumpsuit, and I knew I had to try it. I spent pretty much all summer in it as just a stand-alone piece, but in colder months layered it with t-shirts, cropped jumpers & polo necks. There’s something about the jumpsuit vibe I really love, it’s a lazy girl’s dream – I’m on the lookout for a boilersuit next…

Coats

I’m quite bad with coats as I always buy them and then get bored. I’m still on the look out for THE perfect coat and think I’m going to save up to get one like this from &OtherStories, but for now I usually stick with either my plain black coat (Zara), my trench coat (Weekday), or my faux fur coat (Topshop).

Leopard print

THE print of 2018…but I’ve been wearing it into 2019, too. I found this absolute steal of a £20 leopard print wrap dress from Zara over the summer, which was sultry as hell with a low cut (DATE ALERT), but which feels even classier & more wearable on the reg with a black polo neck layered underneath (in all honesty, with nothing layered underneath you do need to keep checking for nip slips).

Also a staple is a basic ‘basic bitch’ leopard print skirt. There’s so many out there (this one was from Zara), and they’ll probably go out of fashion very soon, if not already, but I do keep on discovering new ways to wear it & I’m not gonna stop.

AF1s

I wanted Air Force 1s for about 3 years before actually shelling out to buy my white ones last August – believe me it took a lot of strength to part ways with that amount of money, but I’d also had a really shit day emotionally and was in a TREAT YO’ SELF mood (I remember the purchase very well). But after wearing my white AF1s solely, day in, day out, I realised I needed more pairs. So, now I have 3 pairs (white, black/gum sole, sand/gum sole), and my life is probably (probably) now complete. I basically don’t wear anything else on my feet. I walk to work & they’re comfy, I also like the height, they feel stylish & look classic. They tick all boxes.

(But I do have my eye on some Adidas trainers that are white with flashes of colour too, just again having to justify them to myself…).

Doc Martens

I recently purchased Doc Martens after deliberating for a year and a half whether to get the patent pair or the classic pair…I got the classic pair. After the initial blinding pain of breaking them in, I’m slowly starting to realise all the possibilities they bring, and they felt really robust for walking around Paris a couple of weeks ago. Practical, classic & versatile. Oh and they look on point.

Red

I have a confession to make. Amongst the sea of black and beige, my forbidden lust has to be items of clothing in the colour red. I have red dresses, red jackets, and my go-to for feeling extra is my red lipstick. I’m not sure what it is about the colour, but I do just love the way it pops, and I love the way it makes me feel. It’s the complete opposite to anything I usually wear, so I think it just makes me feel special.

My red dresses are from Urban Outfitters (the same 90s slip as my black version) and Zara (the silky cami dress); the red denim jacket is from Topshop. I would really love to purchase red dungarees next, but as I’ve said above, not sure about the fit…

Sparkle

I’ve actually dulled down my level of sparkle of late, but I do have quite a few sequinned dresses, tops and skirts hanging up on my rack that have only ever seen the light of day at festivals. However, I’ve found a balance between full-on SPARKLE and my usual drab wear in the SAME Urban Outfitters slip dress I have in both black and red, in a black and gold sparkle. Perfect for nights out.

I think that pretty much sums up what my wardrobe is made up of. The curating of my style will probably never end, and I think as I get older I’ll maybe get braver. I’d love to be an older woman who wears bright, daring block primary colours, with funky glasses and even funkier hair. And I think that where I buy my stuff from will probably change over time, too, when I am able to spend more money on high quality items.

In the past I’ve felt the need to dress a certain way to fit in with certain crowds, but now I genuinely do feel like I dress for myself only. And I’m kind of a lazy girl who is hardly out of trainers, who usually wears a black t-shirt or poloneck top and mom jeans, and every now and then has a peacock moment where she parades about in red and sequins. And I’m comfortable with that. Finally.

Sarah

#style #personal style #fashion #ootd #ootw #zara #topshop #urban outfitters #nike af1 #doc martens

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hauntedbubblewriter · 5 years

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Just a second longer...

Summary: “What If we would date for 24 hours? No awkwardness just a perfect day without any worries”

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Words: 1,950

Genre: Fluff

Chapter: 1/4

Next Chapter: Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Starting another Story with a shy and introverted Girl that gets her perfectly boring life ruined by a handsome boy, followed by waves of troubles would have been a better way of spending her afternoon.

Instead she was sitting on a white generic chair in front of a basic ikea table, decorated by some expensive looking vase filled with a pair of roses and a small candle that enlights the table. In any other situation she would have admired the roses and probably took some aesthetic pictures with them, but all of this screamed cliché, generic, basic, boring. She hasn’t expect anything else when she left her college a few hours ago with a flyer full of red hearts and the promise of finding true love. There was no reason to go there, no one forced her to and still she was sitting here now. Judging the red roses in front of her that were supposed to bring the romance vibe.

Looking back at it, this was just a really sad moment of her life. For the first time in ages she realized how lonely she actually had to be, to sit her unironically to meet some potential love interest. For a second she wanted to just run out get in a comfy corner of her apartment and rethink her life choices that brought her to this point. From another perspective the place didn’t seem too bad. The prices were decent and the people she talked to had been quiet nice, but all of them had this awkward aura. The “I’m not sure what to say” aura, “I don’t even think I want her” aura “I’d rather talk to the pretty guy on table 4” aura and even if they didn’t, all their conversation were fixed on getting to know each other but it didn’t feel like anyone actually care.

“There had to be a reason they’re all single” she didn’t mean to think that badly from them but she was just frustrated by the whole situation. She soon question If she was jus as bad as them immediately wishing herself back into the safety of her corner. Then again the next person would come and start the conversation with “man I normally don’t do this but my friends forced me” excuse. No one wanted to go around and say “man I am so lonely so I just hope to find anyone” but at least be honest with yourself. It’s more fun to accept that both of you are just lonely. At least thats what she thought.

Waiting for the next person was always the best part. She could take a break from all of this and just enjoy the music and hope it would all just end. Till a new voice brought her out of her relaxed state. His voice was a little higher than the one of most guys, his hair was dyed in a light purple, probably because the colour faded after time, it looked good tho. He had a warming smile and for a second there was a little hope in her while looking at him.

“You don’t look really happy to be here” he said in his sweet voice, making her feel quiet bad to make it so obvious right from the start. “I guess this is all new to me, I guess I just don’t like it.” She laughed sheepishly. “Guess all the awkward conversations are getting to me” There was a frustrated groan on the other side of the table from the newest arrival of potential love interests. That brought her eyes to actually look at the boy a little bit more in detail. He wore some golden big round glasses that showcased his brown eyes. They sparkled with something magical she couldn’t quiet pin point what it was.

“I can totally understand. It’s been really…. Let me say difficult” he grinned showing a pretty set of white teeth “I am Wooyoung by the way” The two locked their eyes what seemed like the first time for the day that they looked at someone actually with curiosity hidden in their eyes. She returned the smile and threw in her Introduction as well. “Y/n…. I have a pretty crazy idea… would you be interested?”

Uncertain were this would go she mustered the young boy one more time while her head threw all the possibilities around. In the end curiosity got the best of her and she was willing to hear what he had to say. “What If we would date for 24 hours? No awkwardness just do what you always dreamt of in a relationship without any worries since it will end anyway right? and no worries to be stuck with someone you don’t like for longer than needed.” It sounded crazy, stupid, dangerous and so many more negative adjectives. On the other hand it was something new maybe there was a risk to it, but it was only 24 hours. What is the worst that could happen? “I don’t know if I lost all my brain cells sitting here but I agree, but no 18+ stuff” Wooyoung defensively threw his hands in the air a slight smirk on his lips “I would have never dreamt of that.” In the first few seconds of this so called relationship there was some intense judging on her side “Somehow I don’t believe you.” The disappointed was clear on his face “Hey you barley know me how could you already assume such things.”

“So your saying I should have realized that only later in those 24 hours.”

“Let me just ignore this for now so we can leave this place. Alright?”

“right”

There was an obvious pout on his lips and it would be a lie If she didn’t think it was adorable. He reached for her hand pulling her gently up to get out of the classy restaurant. Returning their number to the waiter that organized the event happily announcing their new started relationship. The waiter wasn’t able to hide his confusion by the sudden confession. Of course people started dating here… but not that fast. Before he could voice any of those thoughts the new loving couple already left through the wooden door of the restaurant, big smiles on their faces, giggling like children that said I like you for the first time.

“Okay the most important rule to be the happiest couple for a day, don’t overthink anything. Act like we are a couple for already millions of years” he pronounced the “millions” overly happy making the importance clear. “Of course baby how could I ever forget the millions of years we spend together” she replied sarcastically empathising on the “millions” part on a try to mock him a little. “Fine I think you get it. So I’ll choose what we do” You simply raised your eyebrows kinda forgetting that you’d been holding hands for the whole time “I’m scared you choose something weird tho” the purple haired boy glared at her playfully “Marshmallow how could you still think of me like this”

Both of you broke into a big laughter at that. The nickname was unusually cheesy and at this point it was just a battle who could embarrass the other quicker and at this point Wooyoung was winning as she could feel her ears turning red. She was only lucky her hair hide the obvious point Wooyoung just won.

“Let’s go to a fortune teller.” She stared at him with a look of confusion “Are you serious?” He just nodded and pulled his phone out probably using google to find the wanted fortune teller. “How does your mind even work?” Who would think of a fortune teller as the first thing to do on a date? He wasn’t paying attention to her just using his free hand to scroll through his phone.

“Here found one” He showed her his screen filled with a little icon and the address of “the magical twilight fortune” It sounded so dumb it had to be fun. That’s what she thought at least, but never actually voiced not wanting to praise this ridiculous idea. “Let’s be real you would have chosen something boring like cinema or so” Now her face was a frown while she was dragged behind Wooyoung, not only hurt that he guessed her suggestion but also said its boring. “Cinema dates are fun” she mumbled glaring at the back of his purple hair.

“Knew it” he chuckled ruffling through her hair “sure Marshmallow their suuuuuuuuper fun” she winced again at the officially obtained nickname “Why Marshmallow” she whined lazily trying to follow his steps “Because your cheeks are squishy and cute and I wanna eat them” she couldn’t help the laugh coming out of her once he finished that sentence. Deciding to really use this date she threw her hands around him “You’re really weird Chipmunk” a grin spread on her lips when the beautiful whine entered her ears “why Chipmunk that’s so lame” she couldn’t ignore the slight blush on his cheeks quickly counting it as her first point. Now they were even

“You sound like on when you laugh” She shrugged letting go of his hand to go inside of the fortune teller. Wooyoung just followed like a small puppy running after its owner. The two were guided to a door covered in veil. The unusual pair sat down into the empty room now feeling a little unsure than they expected to feel. After a few minutes a middle aged women entered the room and sat in front of them.

“So you two want to know your chemistry and future of your relationship.” Suddenly full of determination Wooyoung hold her hand with a complete serious face agreeing to the request making his adorable girlfriend laugh, probably more than she should. The fortune teller ignored the sudden laugh attack and prepared the fortune for the two lovebirds.

“I see you two got quiet lucky. Your chemistry is sizzling. Your sign lord is Venus & Saturn their the lords of lovers. There is a bright future ahead for the both of you.” She had a puzzled look of embarrassment and confusion because of the weird things the fortune teller just said what had Venus and Saturn to do with their relationship. The information took its time to procress but the blush of the sizzling was already there and didn’t go unnoticed.

“Aww you’re cute, you’re ears turn read” he was squalling like an idiot, normally she would have been ready to fight him by now but she was to embarrass so a week push was all she could manage. It sadly had the opposite effect of what she wanted he just started to tease her more, loving the new power he obtained way to much.

“Yah stop” she hide her face still trying to shove the way to energetic boy away from her. “It’s nice to see the chemistry myself like this. Please give the money to my assistant” The fortune teller left as quickly as she came and the person from before guided the “fighting” couple outside. “That would cost 30€” The bickering was quickly stopped by the sudden announcement “30?” Both of them exclaimed not believing their ears.

Before Wooyoung could even try to get a better deal Y/n was already backstabbing him “It was your idea so you’re gonna pay” She huffed still mad about what happened inside the faint blush had moved its way to her cheeks now as well and Wooyoung just sighed accepting his fate.

Here the seriously meant first post. I feel like I haven’t wrote anything in ages. Sooooo I hope you still enjoyed it somehow.

#ateez #ateez imagines #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #cute #kpop #imagines #fanfiction #drabble

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