#if you wanna know the vibes for this it's the aim is in your head by and one. had it on repeat a bunch lol
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#rvb#red vs blue#lolix#locus#felix#sam ortez#isaac gates#felix mcscouty#mine#*24#art#if you wanna know the vibes for this it's the aim is in your head by and one. had it on repeat a bunch lol#anyway felix's shield is such an interesting part of his character. like the manipulative selfish ch is one of the few to have a shield#its a small shield and he mainly uses it for himself but y'know. the shield itself is also his opposite not just from a selfish/protective#stance but in color too. i just came up with a dumb 'it could be that deep' theory symbolism thing re: felix locus + lolix lol. like its#v pepe silva/cornplate but y'know. his trust in the shield is part of what got him yeeted off the platform. using the shield offensively#bc someone already has his back. the shield + felix being a two-way barrier between locus and the world. them vs others. you get it.#the sketch i posted abt this was cursed tho bc as a thumbnail it looked like they were getting it on 🧍♂️#STOP having sex in my notes I cant take you idiots anywhere
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"bartender" - dallas winston
request: Hi! I love your work and was wondering if you could do one for Dally from the outsiders where he's helping bartend for Buck to earn a couple bucks and Curtis!Reader is just sitting at the bar teasing him about it.
pairing: dallas winston x curtis!reader
word count: 618
a/n: i can't tell if i'm writing dally too ooc, but i was aiming more for shithead vibes than meanie vibes
Dally was too aware of Y/N Curtis sitting all by her lonesome at the end of the bar. She was wearing a nice dress and more makeup than usual, but Dallas hadn’t seen her speak to anyone since arriving. She looked good—a fact that Dally would never admit out loud.
“Ain’t it past your bedtime?” He asked, sitting a fresh beer in front of her. The bottle she ordered at the beginning of the night had been long finished, the label picked clean and laying in a little pile on the bar.
“Aren’t you the one always telling me ‘sleep is for the weak’?” She smirked at him, taking a long drink from the bottle, “Just taking a page out of your book.”
He leaned against the bar, “Your brothers know you’re here?”
“What they don’t know won’t kill them,” she rolled her eyes, “I deserve to have a little fun too.”
“Being all depressing by yourself isn’t exactly what I’d call fun.”
Y/N glared at him as he moved to take another patron’s order. After a few short minutes, he returned to his spot across from her and gave her an expectant look.
They stared each other down for a few seconds before Y/N rolled her eyes at him, looking away.
Dallas opened his mouth to tell her to either stop being a sad sack or go home when she cut him off, still not meeting his gaze.
“I was supposed to meet up with Scott Davis, but he never showed.”
“Davis? That guy’s a fuckin bum!”
She finally looked up at him, anger flaring behind her eyes, “Well it’s not like I wanna marry him or anything! You’re not exactly fit to be lecturing me on who to hang out with.”
“Oh, I think I’m perfectly fit, dollface.”
She rolled away the anger in her eyes and sent him a teasing smile, “I guess it takes a bum to know one.”
He glared at her, but only half heartedly, flicking a small piece of ice at her forehead.
“Yup—that right there. Bum behavior.”
“I guess it takes a bum to know one,” he mocked her, “at least I have a job.”
“Not sure if you’re gonna make six figures by over-serving people and being mean to lonely girls at the bar.” Y/N finished her drink and slid the empty bottle across the bar.
Dallas continued glaring, “Y’know, you’re a mean drunk, lady.”
Y/N laughed, and Dallas couldn’t help the smirk pulling at his lips.
“Two beers is hardly enough to be drunk.”
“Alright, then. You’re just mean,” Dallas popped the cap off another beer and sat it in front of Y/N. “Gonna start correcting people when they go on about how ‘Y/N Curtis is just such a nice girl’”, he shook his head, “if only they knew.”
Y/N scoffed, “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that.”
“Yeah, right, with your whole ‘Saint Curtis’ act—helpin’ old ladies cross the street and tutoring dumbass kids.”
“Devil in disguise I guess,” the pair smirked at each other, holding the gaze for much longer than they should have.
Y/N cleared her throat, looking around the bar, “Shouldn’t you be doing your job?”
He took the bottle from her grasp before finishing it off in one last swig, “Shouldn’t you be going home?”
She scoffed and started collecting her things, standing up from the bar stool. “That towel,” she pointed to the dish rag tossed over his shoulder, “makes you look stupid, by the way.”
Dally removed the towel to swat at her, “Go home, stupid.”
Y/N moved toward the door, sending Dally one last smile, “Go back to work, bum.”
#dallas winston#dally winston#the outsiders dally#dallas winston x reader#dally winston x reader#dallas winston x y/n#dally winston x y/n#dallas winston imagine#dally winston imagine#dallas winston fic#dally winston fic#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders fic#the outsiders imagine
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Take Me Home - Part 4
Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader
Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from.
AN: Ready for a riding lesson? 😏
Song Inspo: “Sunshine on My Shoulders” by John Denver
Word Count: 6K
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, and a cliffhanger...
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Part 4: A Past & Future Thing
You gasped and gripped even tighter with your thighs. With almost everything you had.
You were still far too unsteady for comfort on this damn horse. The poor animal whinnied, tossing his head back with a huff. Unfortunately, that just made you tense up even more as you held onto his neck.
Beau tried not to laugh. You looked like a cat clinging to the edge of a bath.
“Okay, you needa relax a little,” he said. “He ain’t gonna buck you, long as you don’t give him a reason to.”
You shot him a narrowed look. He was sitting all calm and natural on his own horse, a chestnut brown beauty of a stud. Apparently, his name was Clyde. You were riding his brother Dale, who was supposed to be the older, gentler of the two.
Beau was right next to you, since he was the one holding the reins. You two were still just a little way off from the stable as he guided your horse with his, letting you just get a feel for the ride.
“I’m sure you’ve heard that animals can sense our vibes,” he said, giving you a look that tipped his Stetson forward. “So if you just take a few deep breaths, I promise you, it’ll get easier.”
You met Beau’s gaze. You didn’t know if it was the smooth, steady tone of his voice or the sincerity in his eyes, but you did as he advised. You made the effort of exhaling slowly, and you began to relax.
“Okay,” he nodded with a smile. Then he gestured ahead. “Now, look forward for me. Try not to look at his hooves, though I know they’re pretty.”
He teased a smile out of you as you did what he said, casting your gaze up ahead to the horizon. It was a beautiful day. A wide expanse of terrain laid out ahead of you, with green grass mottled with some brown, and a weather-beaten trail clearly carved by horses and lessons given.
“And like I told you,” he added, “Try not to squeeze so hard with your legs, or he’ll think you’re rarin’ to go.”
You blushed, and relaxed your thighs enough so you were just supporting yourself on the horse, not giving yourself a leg cramp.
“Okay, I think you’re ready for me to let go. Wanna keep going on your own?” Beau suggested.
You were wary, but you tentatively nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
“Are you sure?” Beau asked. Again, his eyes met yours. “I’ll keep guiding you the whole way if you want. Either way, I’ve gotcha.”
You swallowed down a bit of nerves. “Yeah?”
He smiled, and you noticed how it crinkled the corners of his eyes.
“Trust me,” he said. “You’re not gonna fall on my watch.”
Warmth coiled its way around your heart. You let out another deep breath, and you agreed to have him hand over the reins to you. You were nervous at first, but Beau reminded you of how to guide Dale with subtle movements.
The old horse plodded forward without incident. When you gave Beau a triumphant look, that answering grin of his warmed you down to your toes. The two of you rode together more as companions while making your way across the grassy plain.
“So of all the things, why’d you wanna learn to ride a horse?” Beau asked.
“Because it terrified me,” you replied honestly. “I love animals, don’t get me wrong. Riding one though? They’re unpredictable…but I’m also tired of being afraid of what I can’t control.”
Beau nodded. He could certainly understand that.
Together, you traveled up a roaming hill. Once you reached the peak, you marveled at the view. The afternoon sun was bright and golden above the mountains and the distant line of trees.
Meanwhile, Beau glanced at you. You’d gotten more confident and comfortable in what you were doing, and it was endearing to see. You were cute, he could admit. Beautiful, as a matter of fact. You had the sun shining in your eyes, and on your hair getting tousled by the chilly breeze.
You also seemed to have a kind heart. He’d seen it in just how hard your friend’s death had hit you. He saw it again when he helped you move into your apartment. He saw the joy you took in cooking dinner for all of them after a long-ass day, even though you could’ve just ordered a pizza.
It was the little things, he thought, and the more he saw of you, the more he liked.
That thought also made his heart twinge, and not in a good way. Carla reared up in the back of his mind. He wasn’t sure if it was more with annoyance or guilt at this point, but she’d moved on a hell of a long time before he had anyway. (Beau could admit that point, just to himself.)
It just made him wonder what he was doing here with you. Was it just because he knew you were having a hard time, and he wanted to cheer you up? Was it because you were Denise’s family? Or was it because…he just wanted to see more of you?
“You don’t get this view in the city, huh?” Beau asked.
“You do not,” you replied. Your smile grew, making his do the same without him realizing.
Inside though, he wanted to shake his head at himself. You were a bit younger than him. Maybe not by all that much, in the grand scheme of things, but he was in his mid-forties, divorced with a sixteen-year-old daughter, and a somewhat unpredictable, occasionally dangerous job. At this point, he wouldn’t exactly consider himself a catch.
You were also dealing with a complicated past of your own. You’d been through a lot, especially in the past couple of weeks.
And yet, Cassie’s probing questions circled through his mind, invading his thoughts every time he found himself looking your way.
Your face slowly dimmed. “Next week is Mary’s funeral. I’m going back home for a few days.”
Beau processed that with a nod, but he could guess why you looked worried.
“And your ex?” he asked.
“He’s going to be there for sure. We were all close.” A deep breath rushed out of you. You peeled your eyes away from the view and looked over at him. “God help me, I don’t want to go home…does that make me a bad person?”
“Nah, I get it,” he said. He regarded you with more weight in his gaze. “But this guy. Is he the aggressive type?”
“No,” you assured. Then more wryly, “He’s only dangerous to my mental health.”
You contemplated that reality for a moment, and you shook your head.
“You know how I found out about what he was doing?” you asked. “He sent me a Happy Birthday text…a spicy one, you could say. But it wasn’t my birthday.”
“Damn,” Beau said, grimacing in sympathy.
You tried not to, but you began tearing up. Beau wanted to brush them from your cheek as he drew closer on his horse. Instead, he settled a hand on your shoulder.
“Hey,” he said, quiet and placating. “I’m thinking you’ve cried enough over this.”
“I just…I still feel so damn stupid,” you muttered, wiping under your eyes.
“What, are you a Professor of Cheatin’ Bastards too?” Beau quipped. You smiled reluctantly.
“That’s not funny,” you complained.
He flashed you a grin and allowed himself to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear when a breeze of wind blew it into your face.
“Come on. You know I’m funny,” he teased, but then, he became more serious. “It’s not your fault. Trust me, I know something about being the problem, and it’s not on you.”
Both your interest and concern were piqued.
“You and Carla?” you asked. “You’re telling me it was all on you?”
“Well, maybe not all. But like you, my ex-wife ain’t a fool,” Beau said. His eyes lowered, along with his hand from your arm. “Let’s just say, it was justified.”
Let’s just say, you contemplated. That seemed to be his favorite catchphrase.
You didn’t know if you altogether believed that. He was going to grief counseling for a reason. You wanted to ask why, more than anything, but you also didn’t want to press him on something if he didn’t want to talk about it. If he felt comfortable enough with you, someday, maybe he’d open up to you.
So after a few minutes of savoring the view, and the moment, you returned to town together.
A few days later, Beau still had a bad feeling about Avery.
His company was being investigated by the SEC and was threatening to go under. Apparently, Avery had made “friends” with Luke on the trip, who according to Avery, let it slip that he and Paige had $15 million in cryptocurrency.
The passcode to that $15 million account was missing. Beau had more than half a mind to think Avery had made a play for it during that camping trip. Carla hadn’t known her new husband’s company was being investigated. She’d put her foot down with Avery about the lying, at least.
As a result, Beau’s only consolation in all this was that she and Emily were back in their house, while Avery was living out of a hotel in town. Beau might not be able to pin him for the stolen crypto right now, but he knew where to look for Avery when the evidence came.
The man was #1 on Beau’s punch list, and it was only getting longer.
Instead of letting those thoughts fester, he decided to actually take his lunch break, and go check in on his daughter. Denise and Cassie told him she was doing well as their summer intern.
Emily seemed to be enjoying her time helping the private investigators. She showed him her small workstation beside Denise’s desk, where she was organizing old and new files, inputting the hard copies into digital ones on Cassie’s spare laptop. Emily was also helping out with some database research on existing cases.
Satisfied that she was helping out, but wasn’t doing anything too close to actual police work, Beau took the opportunity to lean over to Denise and discreetly ask about you.
Namely, how you were doing, and if you’d called her from Chicago. He managed to hold himself from asking when you were coming back to Montana, at least.
Denise still gave him a certain smile.
“Yeah, she called yesterday. She’s coming back today actually,” she replied. “I’m planning to pick her up in a few hours.”
Beau’s lips twitched at a smile, and he nodded. “Good. That’s uh…that’s good. Tell her I said ‘welcome home.’”
Denise and Cassie shared a look, one that drew even Emily’s attention. She shot her dad a glance and noted the dumb smile on his face. One that he tucked away when he met Emily’s gaze.
“Anyway, looks like you’re doing all right here. You’re coming to stay with me tomorrow, right?” he asked her.
“Yeah, sure,” Emily agreed.
“Okay, kiddo. See ya then,” Beau said. He gave her a hug and kiss to the side of the head. Though she gave him a hug back, she watched with a bit of suspicion after he said goodbye to Cassie and Denise, strolling out the door like he was making some kind of escape.
The adults again shared a look of mutual understanding. Then Cassie smiled and grabbed her work bag.
“All right. I’ll be back in a bit. Need to check on a few leads,” she said.
After Emily and Denise waved her off, the latter made some tea and returned with a mug each for her and Emily. Denise reclaimed the seat behind her desk, but she turned towards the girl beside her.
“So, hun, how’re you doing?” Denise asked. “I mean, I know you’ve gone through a lot these past couple weeks, and we’re happy to give you a little distraction here. But are you okay?”
Emily bit her lip and turned her rolling chair towards Denise. She had to take some time with her answer. Ever since coming back from that camp, she didn’t know if she’d really answered that question honestly—not for her mom, or her dad.
“Well, on one hand, Mom kicked Avery out. Or, I guess he kicked himself out,” she said. “On the other hand, my mom and dad are getting along better than they have since before the divorce, so…there’s that.”
Emily rested her elbow on the desk in front of her, head in hand. Denise gave her a sympathetic half-smile.
“I don’t hate Avery,” Emily admitted. “I actually like him a lot. He made Mom happy again. But would it be nice if she and my dad…if we could be a family again? I mean, yeah.”
Denise was patient as she listened. She tried to keep her true thoughts on the matter inside as you came to mind, though she pushed all that into the background in order to give Emily her undivided attention.
“At the same time, I don’t know,” Emily shrugged. “My dad’s a great person, but he’s not good at letting people in. I don’t think Mom could go through that again.”
“Go through what?” Denise asked.
“The way my dad shut us out, after what happened to his partner,” Emily explained. Her face went from slightly sad, to wry. “Okay, yeah, my mom’s not the most patient person. But Dad still doesn’t talk about it, not even to Mom. Or to me.”
Denise had heard some small thing about Beau’s former partner from you, and even Jenny, but she didn’t know the specifics there. All she knew was it laid at the heart of Beau and Carla’s divorce.
“Well, he’s your dad,” Denise said with a sigh. “He wants to protect you, even if that means protecting you from himself.”
“Sure, okay, but he doesn’t have to though. Not all the time,” Emily said.
She could be a strong, even-keeled kid, mature for her age, but Denise saw the rare vulnerability in the girl’s eyes.
“Sometimes I wish he’d just talk to me,” Emily said. Her eyes fell away.
Denise’s heart broke for the girl. Not knowing what else to say, she scooched her chair forward and pulled Emily into a warm hug.
By the time Denise picked you up from the airport and dropped you off at your apartment, you were beyond exhaustion. Coming home from a week in your hometown in Chicago left you feeling drained. Physically, emotionally, down to your toes.
At least you were home.
It was a surprising feeling—the feeling that this was your home now. Already it felt real.
Seeing your ex will do that to you.
“So how was it?” Denise asked. She’d graciously made you dinner as well, so you didn’t have to cook or worry about eating out. You two sat on the couch in your living room while some romcom played in the background.
“Everything I thought it would be,” you replied, around a mouthful of meatloaf and mashed potatoes. You let out a heavy sigh.
It had been good to see your parents, you explained, and you’d finally been able to give your condolences to Mary’s parents in person—at the funeral.
That’s where Michael tried to corner you to hash out what would’ve been yet another argument, at the burial of all things. You had to restrain yourself from making a scene in front of Mary’s entire grieving family, as well as yours.
Denise shook her head. “That guy ain’t got an iota of shame.”
You snorted. “You’re telling me?!”
You shook your head and speared at your green beans with your fork. You couldn’t even mourn your friend in peace, for God’s sake.
“Did your parents try to get you to stay longer?” she asked.
Again, you scoffed. “Oh, yeah. They actually tried to use Mary’s death to get me to think Helena was more dangerous than Chicago.”
While you’d understood their point to an extent, your home city still maintained one of the worst crime rates in the U.S.
“Still think you made the right decision?” Denise asked. “Whatever’s in your heart about it, just know that I’m so happy to have you here.”
She took your free hand and squeezed. You managed to smile, if just a little.
“Yeah. I think so,” you replied.
Chicago would always have a place in your heart, but for better or worse, this was your new start. And you were taking it.
You woke up the next morning to a shiny new text message. Still bleary-eyed, you unlocked your phone, and you just had to smile.
It was from Beau Arlen, you were pleasantly surprised to find.
Hey there. Heard you were back in town. (Welcome home, by the way.)
Just wanted to let you know that me, Cassie, and Jenny are hitting a bar tonight after shift. You’re welcome to join in. Say around 8?
Without even really thinking about it, you typed out your reply:
Sure! I’ll be there.
(And thanks very much. It’s nice to know the county sheriff rolls out the welcome mat for all of Helena’s returning citizens.)
You got up and started your day. You were midway through brushing your teeth when your phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. Your lips curved into a smirk when you read Beau’s reply.
Sounds good. (And I’m happy to oblige. 😉)
You shouldn’t have been blushing at such a simple message, but it set off the butterflies regardless. You huffed and set down your toothbrush.
Damn it.
You were in trouble.
With such a nice start to your morning, you were smiling all the way into town. The place you were headed to was just down the street of Dewell & Hoyt, so you knew you had to stop in just to say hello. There you found Denise and Emily.
“Did you have a good trip?” Emily asked, after you let her go from a hug. You gave your aunt one next.
“It was…good,” you replied, with a sigh. “Mary’s at rest now.”
Your eyes stung at the thought, but you tried to blink past it, taking in a breath to steady yourself. While Denise rubbed your back, Emily squeezed your arm in comfort, leading you to give her a smile. She was a sweet girl.
“What brings you over?” Denise asked.
You shook your head to come back to yourself. You showed them the large bag you carried on your shoulder. It was full of your painting supplies.
“Well, I’m actually headed to an art studio just down the street. I looked up the lessons they were offering this week, and apparently today it’s painting on glass. Like a bowl, or a mug, or a little stained glass window. They’ve got different options.”
Emily looked intrigued. “Ooh, that sounds cool.”
“Yeah?” you said, raising a brow. “You’re welcome to come with me if you want. Unless my aunt can’t spare you, or you’d rather not. It’s fine.”
There was no pressure to your offer, but you remembered Emily being somewhat interested in your painting endeavors while on the camping trip. With everything the girl had been going through, you thought maybe she’d like something creative and fun to try to get her mind off things. You knew it was doing the same for you.
“No, that would be fun, I guess,” said Emily. She looked to Denise in askance, who waved a dismissive hand.
“It’s okay, hun. Take the afternoon off,” she said. “I’ve got things here.”
Emily smiled and nodded.
“Okay. Let me just grab my stuff.”
You and Emily ventured together right down the street to the art studio. You paid for the $40 entrance fee each for you and Emily into the class.
You could see that she felt uncomfortable with that when you two took your seats near the back of the studio. It was pretty full, and neither of you wanted to be right at the front, preferring to hang out more chill-like in the back.
There at each long table was an easel each, after you chose what kind of glass you wanted to paint on. Emily chose a funky looking bowl, while you chose a rectangular piece of wood-framed glass.
“I’ll pay you back,” Emily said, once you two were comfortable in your respective seats. You waved her off.
“It’s okay, honey. I invited you,” you said. Then you gave her a conspiring look. “Here’s my rule of thumb, especially on dates, for example. The person who invites you should shell out.”
Emily smiled. “That makes sense to me.”
You saw the gears in her mind turning, and it reminded you of her little “summer project.” She’d told you about it a couple of times on that camping trip.
“How’s your podcast going?” you asked. The girl sighed; she chose a brush and started painting blue stripes across her glass bowl.
“Slow,” she admitted. “I’m lacking interesting subjects.”
You hummed at that. “Maybe you need a guest to help kick things off.”
Emily smiled at that. She turned to you with a gleam of excitement.
“Would you do it?” she asked.
Your mouth fell open in surprise. “Me? I think I’d be too boring. Isn’t your podcast about relationships?”
“Well, yeah, but that was a good bit you just had,” she said. “Who pays on a date?”
You thought about it with another hum of contemplation. Suddenly you could start to see the potential in her idea. You still didn’t want to be a subject of inquiry, but you didn’t want to dim her spark either.
“Well, it would be fun if you got a man’s perspective too,” you said.
Emily brightened. Finally, someone who cared about her side project.
“What about Dad?” she said. “He’s a guy.”
You chuckled. “Well, yes.”
Though you wondered about the last time he’d been on a date since his divorce, or if he even was dating right now.
The more you thought about it, the more interesting it might be to see Beau answer some of those kinds of questions. It wasn’t at all because you were curious about the man yourself…
“Maybe you’re onto something there,” you said, a smile growing on your face.
“I’ll ask him,” Emily vowed. “Maybe he’ll actually open up for once.”
She sort of muttered that last bit. It caught your attention with a wry brow raise.
“What? Your dad is as chatty as they come,” you said. Emily rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, about dumb stuff,” she said. “Try to get anything serious out of him. He’s like an old clam.”
A snort of laughter escaped you. “Old clam. That’s nice.”
Though you saw that there was something deeper there for Emily. You’d seen these kinds of moments in some of your students before. Sometimes, they felt comfortable enough with you to share what they were going through at home. In Emily’s case, it seemed like she was hurting about something, maybe for a while now.
You continued painting on your glass project, but you offered her a look of understanding.
“Remember how I told you that my dad used to be a firefighter?” you said. Emily nodded.
“Well, your dad sounds a bit like mine. He’d rather consult a bottle of Jack Daniels than anyone else, really,” you confessed. “He saw a lot of things on the job that were hard. Too hard to explain. Possibly too hard to even work through. It made him…distant, when I was a kid. I don’t think we really connected until I got older.”
And even now, your relationship with him was rocky at best, after he’d suggested you try to work it out with Michael. You and your father hadn’t truly spoken ever since.
You still gave Emily a look of encouragement.
“But, it seems like you and your dad have a better relationship than I did with mine at your age,” you said.
That fell between you both while Emily ruminated in it. She started adding gold strokes to her bowl alongside the blue in swirling patterns, and it was a really nice touch, you told her. She thanked you with a little smile.
“Did my dad tell you that he lost his partner on the job?” she asked.
You sighed. “Yes, he told me some. We didn’t go too deep into it.”
“Well, for a whole year, it was like we barely existed,” she said. “Mom tried to help him. I tried…but I guess he was a lot like your dad.”
Your lips pressed together. You were sad to hear that, but it did remind you of what Beau told you that day, when he took you horseback riding.
“Well, maybe not all. But like you, my ex-wife ain’t a fool,” Beau had said. “Let’s just say, it was justified.”
You now nodded in understanding as you hummed. Let’s just say.
“He seems better now,” you remarked.
“Yeah. He cleaned up when Mom left him,” Emily said. “I guess that’s what it took to snap him out of it.”
You shook your head, and you kept painting.
You could understand Carla, all too well. It just hurt you, now that you knew what a good man Beau was. Your sympathetic heart said he didn’t deserve to get left behind when he needed his family the most.
However, the more logical part of you knew that sometimes, love just wasn’t enough to keep you tied to someone who didn’t seem to want to help themselves. When it felt like they were giving you no choice.
“Anyway, you’ll be my other guest, right?” Emily asked with a smile. “For the podcast.”
You barely resisted the urge to groan. As much as you preferred not to put yourself out there, you didn’t want to discourage the girl in her project.
“Well…okay. If you get your dad on, I’m sure it’ll be interesting,” you said, your lips forming a grin. You two continued to paint while chatting about Emily’s favorite subjects in school. English, sadly, was not one of them, but you weren’t offended by it. Shakespeare wasn’t for everyone.
“I’m actually meeting your dad for drinks tonight. If you want, I’ll ask him about being on the podcast, try to soften him up for you,” you offered. “Though I’m sure he’ll do it if you asked.”
Emily considered you with a bit more scrutiny. “Are you…seeing my dad?”
“Oh, no,” you said immediately. Just the suggestion had your cheeks warming. “Cassie and Jenny will be there too. It’s nothing like that.”
“Sure,” Emily said. She gave an awkward laugh.
“Really, Em. He and I are just friends,” you promised.
Even if that thought stung a little.
Despite what you told Emily, you did put a fair amount of effort into your appearance to meet your new friends that night for drinks.
You even put on your favorite red lipstick with some dark wash jeans, a black pair of ankle boots, and a black lace top to match, complete with off-the-shoulder sleeves.
Cassie whistled lowly when she saw you walk into the bar from her seat in one of the booths. She smiled and nudged Beau, whose face slackened when he saw you.
God help him, you were sexy as hell in black.
Black lace, he corrected himself. Your hair was a bit wild and teased out. The flash of red was a pleasant surprise, momentarily drawing his eyes to your lips. He felt the back of his neck heat up, but he tried to hide it all behind a friendly smile. He found himself sliding out of the booth to hug you in greeting.
Goddamn, she smells good too, he thought. Was that your perfume, or your shampoo? Whatever it was, he liked it more than was good for him.
He managed to let you go though, and he grinned at your somewhat shy smile. You moved on to greet Cassie next, then Jenny, before you slid into the booth next to her and across from Beau and Cassie.
“How was Chicago?” Jenny asked. It brought the mood down some. You gave a true smile, however tinged with melancholy. It was still very difficult to talk about Mary, but since everyone at the table knew the full story, it was easier to be honest.
“Chicago was needed. It was good, in a way. I got to lay her to rest,” you replied. “But I’m glad to be back.”
“Glad to have you back,” Cassie said. She passed you a tequila shot.
“Ooh, nice.” You weren’t usually one for hard liquor, but tonight, you thought you could let yourself go a little. You downed the shot in one.
“Eyy, good job,” Beau said, raising his whiskey with a wink. You laughed in slight embarrassment and wiped the corner of your mouth.
While Cassie called over the closest server to get them started with some appetizers for the table, you turned to Beau.
“You know, I did a painting class with Emily today,” you told him. “She did great! Has a nice little bowl to put her jewelry in.”
He raised his brows, smiling. “Is that so? What do you know. My little girl’s a budding artist. Is she gonna go all broody and steal even more of my vinyl?”
You shook your head in amusement.
“She’s a teenager. They don’t need any excuses to be broody,” Jenny remarked.
“Fair enough,” Beau chuckled.
“Actually, she asked me to be on her podcast,” you said. “She wanted to see if you’d join in for a segment.”
The man looked uncertain at that. You understood his reservations, because you had the same ones. Cassie and Jenny looked amused by the idea of him getting recorded and put on social media by his sixteen-year-old.
“Look, I know, but she just wants to ask us a few questions,” you said. “Like who should pay on a date, that sort of thing.”
Beau rested his elbows on the table and folded his hands. The humor in his green eyes shone under the soft gold lamplight.
“Well, that’s easy. I was raised to be a gentleman,” he said. “I wouldn’t feel right letting a woman pay for me.”
You tilted your head in interest. A smile started to play on your lips as you leaned forward on your folded arms.
“Huh. Well, I think whoever asks the person out should pay,” you posed. “That doesn’t necessarily mean the man pays every time.”
Beau’s lips twitched, but there was a subtle shake of his head.
“I don’t know. That just doesn’t sit right with me for some reason,” he said.
You turned to Jenny and Cassie for some support, and they both gave Beau an unimpressed look.
“You mean to tell me you wouldn’t let me pay for my own drinks?” you asked. “I have a job. I make money, same as you.”
At that, Beau chuckled. “Hey now, I didn’t say you couldn’t pay for your own. But you’re certainly not paying for mine.”
“So in your world, I can’t ever treat my man if I want to?” you challenged.
“What, you mean to tell me you don’t like getting spoiled?” Beau countered.
When you smiled, it had an amused, almost flirtatious edge that began to make him hot under the collar.
“Occasionally, sure I do,” you replied. “But then again, who doesn’t like getting spoiled now and again?”
“Doesn’t have to be about who pays either,” Cassie interjected.
“It sure doesn’t,” Jenny agreed. The women laughed and clinked their drinks together, leaving Beau with a warming face under his beard. He once again chuckled, conceding defeat.
Conversation spiraled from there, in which Jenny mentioned something about her and Beau’s latest finished case about Brett, a skydiving, former firefighter’s murder.
It was a coverup for a larger scheme within his old firehouse—where firefighters had been looting homes after they’d been cleared out of a fire. Brett’s friend had been killed on one of those jobs, and not by accident either.
“That’s awful,” you said with a frown, once she finished explaining.
Against your will, it made you think of your ex-fiancé, Michael. He was still an active firefighter. While he had been a shitty boyfriend, at the very least you’d never had reason to question his integrity as a first responder.
“Yeah, it was hard on the father too. He’s the unit chief, and the whole operation was happening on his watch,” Beau said. “One of his own firefighters killed his son. It’s damn near unthinkable.”
Beau’s mood had shifted the moment Jenny brought up this case, you noticed. He was staring mostly into his half-empty whiskey glass, as if contemplating a refill.
“We said we wouldn’t talk shop tonight,” Cassie said. She seemed to notice his downshift as well. She got up out of her seat in the booth. “Let me get the next round. Another tequila?”
“Sure,” you shrugged. You’d probably pace yourself this time.
“Not for me, I’m good with this,” Beau said.
He held that whiskey between his hands, and you were glad that he was going slow. Your conversation with Emily about his own bout with grief and loss was still fresh in your mind. While your heart broke for him, you were also a little worried for him. Had this latest case opened up some old wounds?
“I’ll go with you,” Jenny said. You slid out of the booth so Jenny could as well. It left you and Beau to talk, while Jenny and Cassie went up to the bar together.
Cassie tried to get the bartender’s attention, but she glanced at her friend out of the corner of her eye.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Fine. Why?” Jenny replied. But she wasn’t meeting Cassie’s gaze. She was watching you and Beau, almost in melancholy.
Cassie’s brows furrowed as she realized what was happening. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed it before, considering both of their professions.
“Aw, Jenny…” Cassie breathed. She wondered just how long her friend had been harboring some feelings for Beau Arlen.
Knowing she was “caught,” Jenny gave a wry smile.
“Don’t. It’s not a big deal,” she said quietly. “He likes her.”
Cassie sighed. “I think so. Even if he doesn’t realize it yet.”
“He deserves something good,” Jenny said. Her smile was a bit more genuine this time. Cassie nodded in agreement.
“So does she, after what she’s gone through.”
“So how are you doing?” you asked Beau. It was the first time you’d been alone with this man since that horse riding lesson last week, and part of you was feeling a bit nervous.
Just friends, like you told Emily. You had to remind yourself. Just friends…until evidence points to the contrary.
At your question, Beau heaved a sigh, running a hand over his face. Suddenly he looked more tired than he did before. The laugh lines around his eyes looked more like the telltale signs of stress.
“Well, first off, we found the missing backpacker,” he said. “It seems the poor young man fell down a cliff while hiking.”
Your brows furrowed and you covered your mouth with a hand. “Oh my God.”
Beau nodded in grim confirmation. His gaze met yours.
“But I also wanted to tell you this in person when you got back. I’ve also got a silver lining on our mountain man, Walter,” he continued. “He confessed to murdering Paige. He’s keeping tight-lipped about Mary and Luke, but we’ve got him dead set to rights on at least one of the murders.”
You processed that with a shaky breath. Then you nodded.
“We’re gonna keep working on him from every angle, I promise,” Beau said. Just like he’d promised you before—that he would get justice for Mary. You believed him.
“Thank you,” you said. Your gaze softened, and you contemplated laying your hand over his on the table. You just barely stopped yourself.
Instead, you cleared your throat and swiped some of your hair over your shoulder.
“Any other news, hot off the press?” you joked, trying to alleviate the heaviness in your heart. Beau quirked a smile. He leaned back in his seat and carded a hand through his hair.
“Ahh. Well…you know I’m investing my ex-wife’s husband,” he said drolly, sipping his whiskey. “And that’s going about as well as it sounds. I can’t get into the details of course…but he might be dealing in something shady.”
Your eyes widened. “Shady, or dangerous?”
Beau realized how he’d let that last bit slip out. He wished he hadn’t. Not only did he not want to worry you, but he didn’t want you anywhere near his open cases.
“I’m keeping close tabs on Carla and Emily just to be safe,” he admitted.
Your face became the picture of concern. But before you could respond, a man approached the table, tall and lean, with a shaggy cut of dark blonde hair. He wore a pair of faded jeans, boots, and a gray and red Chicago FD shirt.
Your face paled, and your mouth parted in surprise.
“Hey there, stranger,” he said with a smile.
“Michael?” you gasped.
AN: 🫣 Yep, we're going there lol. But how did you like the horseback riding lesson? Or her little day out with Emily? Or the bit of fun at the bar, before Michael showed up?
You'll definitely be seeing more of that guy in Part 5...
Next Time:
“Michael?” you gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Beau’s eyes widened. Michael was younger than him, closer to your age. And cocky too.
“Hey, baby,” Michael said. His smile quirked with charm, but his next words were anything but charming.
“We need to talk,” he said, raising his brows.
“We actually don’t,” you retorted in a firmer voice. Cold even. You straightened in your seat.
Beau saw none of your softness and good humor from earlier. This was a different woman, and he was actually proud of you for standing your ground. Though he realized then that he’d never gotten on your bad side. (He hoped he never did.)
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Jungkook
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 15
He's not (just) your boyfriend.
Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, smut, slightly Dom!Jungkook vibes, an IUD mention, slow fast slow sex, he left the window open oops, he cums on her tits, those piercings really got him devastated
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“I still can’t believe you took them out.” He complains while kissing down your neck, hand warm on your skin. “Can’t believe I made you change them.” He huffs, and you can’t help but laugh.
“Kook it’s just piercings.” You try and pacify him, but he’s clearly not having any of it. “It’s cute that you still wear yours, though.” You admit to him, and he beams at that, proudly leaning back as if to show them off.
“Of course.” Your boyfriend responds. “After all we got them together for a reason.” He tells you, as if it should be obvious. You remember how you randomly brought up the topic over some fancy cake you both had gotten at the café- and how his brows had raised across from you, as he’d suggested getting them together then, if you were scared of going alone to the appointment.
You thought he’d been joking. But that day, you learned the important lesson of always expecting Jungkook to mean what he says, no matter how ridiculous it might sound like.
“What’s your fixation on my tits today?” You laugh as he keeps kissing and touching them, and he whines at that, looking at you with a face full of frustration.
“I haven’t seen them in forever!” He argues. “Feels like I have to introduce myself to them again, they probably forgot me already.!” Jungkook complains, and you can’t help but throw your head back into the pillows laughing.
“Jungkook they’re boobs!” You giggle, but he just raises his brows.
“Wrong, they’re your boobs, and I love everything about you.” He corrects you, before you tuck some of his hair behind his pierced ear.
“Well, can’t argue with that.” You shrug with a smile on your lips. “Wanna fuck them?” You wonder, and his eyes sparkle.
“Can I?” He asks in disbelief, and you nod, moving to sit up- but he pushes your shoulder back down into the bed. “No, I wanna fuck you first. Can I cum on them instead?” He wonders, and you nod.
“Just aim. You know I don’t like it when you get it on my face.” You pout, making him nod.
“I’ll keep it in mind.” he tells you, before he moves to push himself in- though he stops, freezes after not much more than the head of his length has been making its way inside you. “You still have your IDU right?” He asks you in shock, and you roll your eyes.
“First of all it’s IUD you nerd-” You whine, “-second of all that fight was not worth taking that thing out.” You explain to him, and he sighs, before he basically shoves himself into you, causing you to curse. “Fuck-” your legs wrap around his waist, his body built too perfect for them not to settle there, while your hands cling to his shoulders.
“Not much to say now huh?” He chuckles, keeping his pace slow but deep, bedframe protesting in quiet sounds as he rocks your body back and forth beneath him.
“Fuck you-” You laugh out of breath, and he can’t help but grin as well as he leans down to kiss your neck.
“Too bad, right now I’m busy fucking you.” He jokes, before he speeds up, wet sounds echoing off the walls of the bedroom you’re in, but only partially so- since the balcony window is still wide open, sounds of seagulls in the background creating an almost serene feeling for him.
This is exactly what he’d pictured. An expensive house, good food, extraordinary view, and your body connected to his in the most intimate of ways.
Your words are no longer making sense as he slows down, moves to kiss you instead, all open mouthed as if his goal is to devour your soul with every breath shared. His hands move to grab at the flesh of your thighs, one of his palms unable to be controlled as it smacks down harshly, earning a whimper from you as you clench around his cock pressed inside you. He’s no longer talking either, mind completely taken over by his own lust as he begins the chase again, hips snapping into you almost frantically as his end crawls near.
He doesn’t want it to be over yet- but then again, he also has more than half a week left to make up for all the intimacy you both didn’t manage to involve yourselves in like you normally do. And he’s already got ideas how to get himself back on top of the leaderboard of his app.
It used to be just for the two of you. But a few months ago, he uploaded and published it instead- making good money with it now, adding some even while you’re both clearly not thinking about it.
Your name falls slurred from your lips, and he knows you’re definitely close. Years of being together has given him the opportunity to learn about your body inside and out, your boyfriend now almost an expert at every little quirk you have. From what foods you like to the approximate dates your period might start-
He's got it all written down inside his head.
Because that’s also a way he loves you- it's not just mind-blowing sex like right now, where he makes your head empty out to replace all your thoughts with nothing but softness and the thought of him, it’s also the things he does for you, the way he cares about you. He’s much more than just your partner, someone you love, and he himself doesn’t even consider himself just your boyfriend.
He’s your soulmate. One and only. And he’ll make that very clear in the next few days to come.
But what has to come first is you- as he leans back to move his hand between your bodies, thumb pressing and circling over your clit to have you call out his name high pitched as your back arches, hands gripping the sheets as he continues to thrust into you for a good moment, before he pulls himself out with much struggle, own hand not having much issue to have him shoot his release onto your body-
Aimed well, just like you said he should, as the thick white ropes of his cum find their way onto your chest, groan escaping him as he makes sure to draw his orgasm out just as much as you clearly do yours, own hands between your legs chasing after any remnants of pleasure before you’re both left to catch your breaths.
It’s quiet for a moment, except some sounds outside, when your eyes suddenly open, face turning towards the opened balcony door.
“Wait, that was open the entire time?!” You ask dramatically- but all Jungkook really has for a reaction is the way he leans down to kiss your cheek.
“Yep.” He chirps, all soft in the head from the high he’s still coming down from. “And I sure hope they heard the way you yelled my name just now.”
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I LOVE LUCK
First of all pairing Gaz with Luck was genius
But the way you told the story??????
Luck being so enamoured for Gaz that they would risk everything and rationalising it as their selfish demon nature even as every act of luck they perform is above and beyond
I know that all the demons are slightly yandere-esque stories but the way Luck is besotted with this man gives the vibes of those cheesy supernatural media where the fem mc has a bad boy swooning over her that would burn the world down for her - except Gaz is the mc!!!!
It's perfect! Let him be a damsel!!!!
Idk how much he knows about Luck's influence BC he's not stupid and once he knows their powers there's only so much "oh whoops looks like they have bad aim" you can rationalise away, he might not know exactly when he started getting more luck tho if (from how you described it) the powers of the universe seem to let him absorb the natural well of luck that exists.
It might be harder for him to pinpoint exactly when if Luck is the type to take credit for stuff just for the possibility of praise and attention - which they clearly adore coming from him. "A miracle - your heart swells, that's you!" And "he jokes about a lucky streak and you beam with pride"
I just wanna make him my baby girl. I wanna protect him, let him give me his little neck tie thing like a Princess gives her Knight a favour
I truly love the demon au bc it somewhat feels like a role reversal from the fae au where now the characters are the darlings
(also I think I've sent asks before as myself or as anon I can't remember but Tumblr likes to eat my asks for some reason)
Gaz as the damsel lmao yeah kinda. Gaz gets a demon handbook, and reads it, but I don't think he fully understands how Luck's powers work... Luck isn't hiding from him, let's be clear on that, but it's very much the sort of vibe of "luck isn't really a power, I'm not trying to win the lottery" while Gaz figures out how to make Luck useful.
Anyway here's Luck performing some truly spectacular magical luck and Gaz trying to explain it away because he's not supposed to tell people he has a demon looking out for him.
Little things are easy, you don't really need to exert any energy for them. An enemy comes around a corner before Gaz can spot them and you make their gun jam before they can take a shot. Someone throws a knife at Gaz, you make sure it flies over his shoulder and lodges into another AQ's head. Extra bullets in a mag, extra mags in the rubble when he's running low, passwords on paper next to computers, unlocked doors, keys left in cars. All of it is lucky, but nothing spectacular. Nothing combat worthy. Then again you're not technically a combat demon.
"Certainly make life easier," Gaz mumbles as he slinks through the tunnels under the city.
"I know, but-" You're picking up bad habits, draping yourself over his shoulder as he moves, "-I guess I just want to give you a miracle, y'know."
"You've given me plenty already," He tells you. You suppose you have, but nothing that deserves any praise. You want him to tell you, you did something spectacular. Not that you can tell him. It's already heaven enough being able to sit and talk to him like this, you don't want to taint it with false compliments.
You sigh and content yourself with just touching him, something you never could've enjoyed before. Every breath he takes is a small reward for your work. You could never regret contracting yourself to him, not when he's so warm and sturdy under you.
"Tell me about that book you've been reading," Gaz whispers when you've been silent too long. You smile, and duck your head against his shoulder, shy even though you know he can't see you.
"You'd like it," You tell him, murmuring the most recent plot points you've read until you see him smile in the low light. You like how well Gaz seems to have adjusted to you, you hope that means he likes you too.
He holds up a hand and you quiet down, sinking into the shadows so he has full range of movement. You can hear the buzz of radio in his ear. He and Soap are supposed to be sweeping the city for weapons caches, sabotaging what they can before they meet in the middle. So far Gaz has been lucky enough to destroy the caches he's found without being detected. More easy luck, nothing worth kicking up a fuss over.
Gaz keeps his gun at the ready as he goes up a flight on concrete stairs. Back to the fresh air of the city. The night is thick with dark silence.
You're starting to get a little itchy, things are going almost too well. You've been keeping enemy combatants away from Gaz, eager to not have a repeat of the IED that bound your contract. You think it's starting to make him a little nervous, because he lets out a held breath when he spots Soap. It's a short reunion, a solid bump of knuckles between the two men.
"Easy," Soap tells him, "Barely saw a soul."
You frown, you don't like the sound of that. That was supposed to be your luck. Unless those caches were meant to be found. A spotlight clicks on, marking Soap and Gaz's position. Around them guns raise, and safeties flip off.
They both freeze, surrounded and in open air. It's lucky they haven't been shot yet. Must be looking to use them for intel. Soap swears under his breath. Gaz grits his teeth, you can see his jaw clench tight. Overhead a helicopter hovers, the spotlight on the back focused on the two sergeants, keeping them visible.
You feel yourself tremble a little, such a clear and serious threat to Gaz's life making you uneasy. You're really not used to combat, it's unfamiliar to you, a thing you used to watch with no dreams to ever experience it yourself. You don't know what to do, all you know is that you have to protect Gaz. You can't shoot knives out of the shadows, or remove organs with surgical precision, you can't do anything that would make you useful to a soldier. What you are though, is lucky. Miraculously so.
One of the enemy's guns misfires, knocking them off balance. They bump into another combatant, who's itchy finger pulls the trigger on an automatic that swings its spray of bullets skyward. Gaz glances up and watches a few stray bullets hit the helo with precision aim he wouldn't even dream up. Making the hovering chopper smoke and spin out, crashing into a church steeple.
The helo explodes, the noise loud enough to draw the attention of the men who still have their aim on him and Soap. Suddenly, miraculously, the blades of the helicopter fly from the explosion and spin towards the AQ agents. Gaz grabs Soap to duck just as the blades chop off the head of every man still standing.
"Steamin' hell," Soap breathes, as the blades thunk into a wall and stick there.
"That was-"
"A fuckin' miracle." Soap finishes for him, standing back to his full height.
"Luck," Gaz grins, "You are a fuckin' wonder." You preen as he glances down at his excitedly bubbling shadow. You can't help the little popping hearts that rise to the surface, quick bursts of your affection before you can rein it in. He presses his fingers to his lips, then to the dark shadows at his feet before standing.
"No one is going to believe this," Soap looks around at the carnage, blissfully(luckily) ignorant of the demonic activity at Gaz's feet, "Shit I don't even believe it."
"Gonna be a hell of a report," Gaz tells him. He glances around the scene as Soap radios position back to Price. The absolute absurdity of the entire situation making him laugh a little. "Bloody hell," He shakes his head, lets out another bark of laughter, "How'd you even manage this love?"
"Just lucky I guess," You mumble, trying to keep from blowing out every light on the block in your excitement. Love... You could scream.
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baby, im yours / j.b
“i promise it’ll feel real good.”
“breathe, baby breathe.”
“can we pretend?”
this was a request by @fred0ublack , i never rlly wrote much for john b so this was fun. i had a different vibe i had to read into from him so i hope you enjoy
summary: tension
warnings: smut and injury
“where the hell have you been?” walking up the steps of john b’s chataeu, his eyes flicker to yours.
“oh ya’ know, the usual...” he mutters making you roll your eyes. “i’ve been calling you loser.”
walking behind him into the house, everyone else is busy so you ended up at your best friends. “my phone is dead, or lost i dont even know anymore.”
you lean down snatching a beer from the fridge before glancing back at him. “everyone else is busy today, soo let’s go get food and get shit faced!”
he sighs dropping onto the couch, making your face fall. “hey, what’s up?” you sit down beside him, his eyes glance over to you.
“just a lot on my mind right now.” he could barely keep his eyes on you, flickering else where. “if it’s about your dad... i beli-”
“no.. no- not about him, i just-” he stands up walking from me and to the fridge to grab himself a beer. “just something on my mind okay?”
the way his eyes were on you made you shift differently, you always thought john b was fine. yet the rule of no pogue on pogue macking so you let your mind be, but right now you were wishing to do something.
“okay well... since you don’t wanna talk about it.” you stand up now only a few feet from him, “we can do something instead of just sitting here?”
he nods, “sure, we can take the boat out?” you nod, both of you getting dressed into your suits. since this was reoccurring you always had a bathing suit here.
stepping out of the bathroom, a towel in one hand as you grab your bag with the other. “we have like 4 beers, do you wanna go to the store before?”
he calls from the kitchen as you come around, “yea i’ll go grab some real quick.”
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after getting back with snacks and drinks, you see john b on the boat already. “here!” you hand over the bags as you climb aboard, him setting the stuff down before starting up the boat.
you both reach a good spot deciding to turn the boat off and chill, you took two beers out the bag. “alright let’s see who’s faster.”
he laughs shaking his head, “i swear your worse than jj!” you stick your tongue out at him. the beer slides down your throat only a small amount slips down your chin, running down onto your exposed chest.
he chugs the last few of his just as you pull your empty can away, his gaze follows the trail of the beer. “i won!” you sing song standing up happily, excited you finally beat him.
“only took you a million tries.” he stands up with you throwing his hat back onto the seat. turning his gaze back towards you with a cheeky smile.
“shush.” you jokingly told him before you look back at the water. “im gonna warm up some more before i get in.”
he shrugs towards you before running and flipping off the boat. reaching into your bag pulling another beer out, popping the top bringing it up to your lips. you plop back down in your seat enjoying the sun on your skin.
“you should really get in!” he calls out from the water making you sit up and look over the edge.
“i will in a minute, imma drink the rest of this first.” you wave your newly opened beer, him only rolling his eyes.
“ya’ throw me one?” you set the drink in the cup holder to grab another beer, moving back towards the water.
“you better catch this!” eyeing up the aim you toss it over, landing straight into his palm. “what you mean?” he cockily waves the beer making you throw your head back as a laugh leaves you.
you chug down the rest of your beer before tossing it into your bag. not gonna litter the beer, kie would actually kill you.
standing up on the side of the boat you smile down at john b, “there she is.” your hands rest on your hips a small giggle escapes you.
“okay... do i wanna do a backflip or a front flip?” he smirks weighing the option himself. he paddles back slightly before calling out his answer.
“a back flip.” you nod in agreement before turning around, but as you did your foot slips. everything moved quickly your head hit something and next second the water overwhelms you.
your head spins as your eyes tried to focus as you sink down, but your chest was on fire. everything started to blur and you felt yourself began to pass out...
your body hit the boat floor as john b hovers over you, hands moving frantically. “y/n/n... wake up, come on.”
you heard his voice, eyes flutter open softly before you start coughing up water. he holds onto moving your hair back. “breathe, baby breathe.”
you were only coughing softly now but everything that just happen was intense, your eyes flicker up to john b’s who was already staring at you. “shit, y/n/n your head.”
he reaches back snatching his shirt as you lift your hand to touch your forehead, hissing at the pain snatching your hand away. “it’s doesn’t need stitches just bleeding slightly.”
a groan leaves your lips, “why am i so fuckin’ clumsy?” john b laughs softly, “you just now notice this?”
you glare at him before he helps you up and onto the seat, “here let’s head back before you almost die again.” you laugh slightly before wincing. john b’s look of worry goes unnoticed for a moment, your gaze lands on him.
he turns away quickly before turning the boat on. the ride was short back the house, holding john b’s towel to your forehead so the cut could dry up. as you two pull up he docks the boat before helping you off it.
“here let me help you.” he says from behind you as you two walk through the door. he flicks the bathroom light on reaching into the cabinets pulling a few things out.
you hop up onto the counter in the kitchen as he walks towards you. setting the stuff down, you drop your hand from your head letting him get a better look.
“i’m gonna clean it... it might sting.” he mutters before pouring some alcohol onto a cotton ball. it stung like a bitch but you just let him clean it, knowing the ocean would infect it if untreated.
“you promise it’s not that bad?” your stare at him, faces inches apart you could lean forward and your lips would touch. his eyes flicker from your cut, to your lips then up to your eyes.
“it’s not that bad, i’m gonna put this on so it wont scar nasty.” putting something ontop covering the wound somewhat.
his free hand rest on your knee as he finishes, your stomach drops almost making you nervous. you couldn’t tell if he was hinting anything or it was just him being him.
you try not to read into anything as he pulls back, “thank you, for saving me pretty much.”
his hand never moves as his other hand settles on the counter beside you, “you had me worried there, i dont think i ever swam so fast.” his sincerity was deep gaze never leaving yours.
“i made you lose your beer.” you realize and he shakes his head.
“you’re worried about the beer?”
“not really.”
the two of you then sat in silence for a moment only staring at another. you felt yourself get hot from under his gaze, he licks his lips slightly before he squeezes his knee.
he opens his mouth just as you go to speak, “go ahead.” you mutter and he shakes his head.
“n-no you go ahead.”
“i was just gonna say can you get me some pain reliever?” his hand slips off your knee, making disappointment spread through you. he grabs an item beside you placing it on your lap, before grabbing a water bottle out the fridge.
“thank you, now what were you gonna say?”
he seems hesitant at first, you pour two pills on your hand. looking back up at him, thankful your head wasn’t hurting that bad.
“do you still have feelings for jj?” the question was so random that you stare at him crazy.
“that was like 8th grade john b, no.” you laugh and he nods, “oh okay.”
without thinking you reply back, “beside’s i like someone else.” you shut your mouth as he looks directly in your eyes.
“so you just keep secrets from your best friend now?” you go to push him jokingly but he caught your hand.
“actually you are mister! you never told me about your crush on cameron, i had to find out from jj.” you hop off the counter now standing shorter than him.
“th-that is not true.” his blush was now noticeable, not expecting to be caught.
“oh yea, totally.” the sarcasm drips from your lips as he sighs. “i thought she was cute but nothing else, plus she is dating topper.”
you held your hands up, “hey i’m not judging you.” going to walk off his hand grabs your arm softly, stopping your movements.
“y/n/n, can i ask you something?” he releases your arm after you nod. “who’s your crush?” you felt warm at the question.
“can we pretend like i said i didn’t have one?” hoping for it to be left alone he only reasks one more time.
“i don’t know? why are you questioning it so much. falling onto the couch relaxing onto the couch he only stands near it.
“now come on and lets watch a movie since imma dumbass that got hurt.” he lets the conversation be as he sits down beside you. his arm goes behind you as you click your profile since they dont have one.
clicking onto a random horror movie, you shift around laying back on the pillows. your legs rest over his lap, hands holding your calf comfortably. the movie begins and john b leans over switching off the lamp.
the sun setting through the windows was the only source of light as the movie began. after about 20 minutes, you move a little making his hand slide down onto your thigh.
it stays there unmoving, as you watch his eyes that only stares forward onto the tv. your head wasn’t hurting anymore thankfully so you just remain comfy against him.
the scene started to get sexual as the two characters began to get flirty, making him squeeze your thigh jokingly. laughing you glance up seeing his gaze already on you. in one move his hand cradles your cheek and captures his lips onto yours.
eyes fluttering shut motion was soft and sweet, your hands find its way into his hair. he is careful and gentle for you being hurt not so long ago.
he shifts more on top of you, holding himself up with one arm. his other slipping under your jaw, lightly around your throat. as you bite his lip softly his hand slips down cupping your breast.
moaning slightly into his mouth he kneads it softly before gripping your waist pulling you up into him. he pulls away panting lightly with a smile on his face.
a smile couldn’t help cross your face as you question him, “what?”
“is this okay?” you nod reassuring him as he kisses you once again, this time his hand starts tugging your shorts down. kicking the shorts around your ankles, he brushes along your covered slit.
a shaky breathe leaves you, as he kisses down your neck slowly. teasingly slipping your panties to the side, you felt your stomach go into knots. landing on the one spot you were craving a moan escapes your lips.
you lean forward sinking your teeth into his shoulder as he moans from the feeling. “stop teasing me.”
he chuckles in your ear before he slides two fingers down, coating them with your juices before slowly sliding inside you. your body shakes at the feeling, enjoying how he flickers them inside of you,
holding his shoulders as he continues, you began rocking your hips against his. “tell me what you want, baby.”
“your tongue a-and fingers.” you stutter out as he drops down kitty licking your clit. back arching as a moan escapes again.
“f-fuck...” you whine as he holds your thigh with one hand, the other curling inside of you. “oh god.”
trying to squeeze your thighs shut, he pulls back looking up through hooded eyes. “stay still baby, i promise it’ll feel real good.”
the words alone made you sink further in the couch. his tongue going faster as you push towards his lips a moaning mess under him. the bundle builds up in your stomach making your breath hitch.
“ooh fuc-fuck, im gon-” he never lets up, your thighs shaking around him as your toes began curling up. “imma gonna cum, im gonna cum.”
you try jerking away but he holds you still as you felt yourself release all over his face. him never letting up.
after a few more minutes of lapping all your juices, he pulls away licking his lips. “you taste good, baby.” he mutters leaning towards you capturing you in a kiss.
tasting yourself on him as he pulls away, leaving you still shaking under him. he shoves his pants down looking at you making sure your still okay. nodding he rubs his tip over your soaking folds.
shivering from the touch, he lines himself up entering you slowly. he leans down kissing your shoulder, trailing all the way up to your lips as you adjust. he begans moving as a slow deep pace before you beg him to go faster.
his hands pin yours above your head as he lifts your hips up slightly, your head reals at the new angle. slipping one hand out from his grasp you hold onto the pillow above your head.
“oh god...” feeling yourself being overstimulated as he continues the effortless pounding. your sensation starts to build again as you go to push his hips away, he grasp your wrist once more.
the most pornographic moan escapes you as you come undone around him, he rides out your wave before he gets sloppy pulling out and cumming onto your stomach.
heaving in and out as he gets up to grab a towel, you watch through hooded eyes him clean you up. pulling your pants up weakly he scoots you up some slipping back behind you, now cuddling you close.
calming down beside the slight tremble of your legs, his hands run through your hair softly. “you’re my crush.”
“i figured... but to tell you. you are mine.” he whispers in your ear before kissing your forehead as you snuggle closer.
#john b smut#john b routledge#john b imagine#john b fluff#outerbanks smut#outer banks imagine#Outer Banks#outer banks fic
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Hi Mar!! I really wanna start writing Marauders fics, specifically about the Valkyries. I have soooo many ideas that I’m really excited about, but this fandom seems really volatile. Do you have any advice on how to keep my sanity lol. I’m really doing it to foster more community with ppl who have similar interests in me.
Bonjour!
So this is so very interesting and valid. I have a lot to say.
My experience with Marauders has been the best and the worst so far. I was in Naruto, then Star Stars, currently diving into Attack on Titans, and nothing has come close to the Marauders in terms of insanity, BUT.
I have met some of the best people on here, I can say with 100% certainty that I made at least 15 really good friends, who will remain good friends whether we stay in fandom or not.
But I personally have gotten basically no hate. I'm a relatively small writer, I fly under the radar mostly, even TikTok is very tame. Basically, I'm cruising. Vibing, having an all-around great time, good for me.
Then I have my friends, who are my real friends in real life and in fandom, who are "popular", and some of them have gotten some vile, vile vile things said to them. I have seen some shit and heard some stuff that frankly should never see the light of day, especially not aimed at a 20-something-year-old human. And they don't have a PR team, aren't getting paid for this shit, and that truly breaks my heart. Because it's a few, but a few is often enough to ruin the positive fandom experience. And then people wonder why artists and authors move from Marauders...
So experiences vary a lot, and the truth is maybe for no fucking reason your work will pop off and you'll be thrust into the limelight and you best hope you have thick skin because some people are assholes.
Or you'll be like me (so far) and just vibe and have a great time.
I think the best advice I can give is to write for yourself and your friends.
I started writing because I wanted to, and then a few people started liking what I did, and now I have a small community of friends and writers and artists and we all hype each other up and that's literally all I ever wanted. I write what I want because I want. I follow the people I want. I read the stories I want. I don't pay attention to hits or "what's popular" and "what I should read." I'll read what I damn well please.
I do pay attention to comments because to anyone who's ever commented, I read it and I get a straight shot of serotonin and I'm so appreciative.
Fuck, I have some really good writer friends whose stories I haven't read.
I think as long as you're careful, you curate your experience, grab a few people on the way who you like, don't pay attention to fame, then you should be fine.
I think HP fandom's issue is that you have fans that have digested the work, we don't really care ("you do you" kind of vibe), we just have a good time. Then there are some that have just arrived and whose experience with social media and "consumption" of "content" is (I'm sorry) wrong. Requesting and asking and demanding shit they aren't entitled to.
Deciding what's right and what's wrong and what's acceptable.
And panicking when someone they follow doesn't follow the script they've written for them in their head, so when you say one thing that doesn't check their box they have this weird "god falling off the pedestal" they put you on, and they decide to drag you down for it.
You just don't know.
BUT. The odds of you becoming insanely popular are quite frankly super low, there are a few freak incidents but generally most of the fandom I'd say is pretty healthy, we just don't see it as much because what always comes out is the bad stuff. Stick to these pockets of happy. Don't engage in drama. Ignore the idiots.
That was unnecessarily long.
Basically, my love, go write your Valkyries. Pop off, write the story YOU want to write, and the people who will find it and like it will let you know. Find out who they are (in a non-creepy way, just respond to their comment, see if they've written something, and have a looksie). Be cool about it. Chat. See if you've got stuff in common. And then kidnap them and force them to become your friends.
Or be super creepy like I was with @greenvlvetcouch 😵💫 I wanted to become their friends and wrote them a fic. Then I sent it on Tumblr and said "Here you go" and now we're friends. (Note: Results may vary, and had Green not responded, I would have LET IT GO. Not everyone is meant to be friends and that is ALSO fine.)
Or for @imdamagecontrol my group chat and I were reading Titanic AU and we were all panicking about who was gonna die, and I sent her some screenshots of our panic through instagram and long story short now we're also friends. (Note: Results may vary, and had Syd not responded, I would have LET IT GO. Not everyone is meant to be friends and that is ALSO fine.)
So like... SHOOT YOUR SHOT but don't expect anything from it. Some people don't want to be your friend. Some people have enough friends. Take it with grace.
I can't wait to see what you come up with!
#mar gives the morning news#on fandom#friends and fandom#marauders fanfiction#fanficwriter#marauders#marauders fandom#marauders era#fanfiction#harry potter marauders#hp marauders
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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 12 !!!
buckle up batchers we're in for it 😬
The Bad Batch 1x08
CROSSHAIR BACK FINALLY !!! I missed you grumpy toothpick man 💕
idk why but Rampart gives me the vibe that he can't swim and I just wanna gently shove him off a platform on kamino and just see what happens
Wrecker teaching Omega about bombs 🥺 then he just goes 'lmao now you try' 💀
"OBVIOUSLY NOT THAT ONE" brooo 🤣
his laughhhh I love you Wrecker
"I failed my first disarming test too" ~ Wrecker bby... is that how he got his scars? 🥲
Omega: "Wrecker says he's got it under control" Tech: "that's not comforting" PLS- 💀
ECHO HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE ??
oop well his chip has been removed but I'll keep counting I guess, just for funsies, Wrecker hits his head count: 9?
mom and dad are arguing again
Hunter 🤔 face
wait why did I never notice that they all still have their lil bandages on 🥺
Tech: "the power's back on" Wrecker: "yeah we can see that" lmao me yesterday @anonymous-galager 😅
"Come here beautiful" ~ Wrecker kissing bombs
mom and dad are arguing again
Omega is Tech's little helper 💕 it's giving handing your dad tools and holding the torch as a kid
idk why but I like that you can see Tech's chin under his helmet when he looks up
I wanna sit in a glowy kamino chair
Tech: "Crosshair won't be able to detect us, I'm blocking their scanners" Hunter: "that won't stop him" Crosshair: 'we won't be able to detect them they're blocking our scanners' 💀
REGS 💕
Tech and Echo scheming in plain sight hehe
Omega trying to be Crosshairs voice of reason too 😭
Crosshair steps forward the slightest bit and Hunter steps fully in front of her asjfoapaldue
"aim for the kid" CROSSHAIR NO 😡 *squirts with water bottle*
I find it interesting that when Crosshair says that, Hunter pushes Omega behind him, but he also turns around, almost as if he's not expecting Crosshair to shoot Omega first, he turns back to look at the regs first before moving again to face Crosshair
and still none of them fire...
Hunter picking Omega up again and diving on her 🥲
lol I love that Wreckers first instinct to being shot at with fire is to throw an explosive at the dude
Tech helping Omega into the engine chamber 🥺
Omega: "I've never been inside an ion engine before" Wrecker: "it'd be weirder if you had" 💀
Wrecker shoving Tech BRO
I think it's interesting that when Crosshair shoots at them, he only shoots AT them. we all know he doesn't miss and he is nowhere close to actually getting Tech or Hunter with that shot 👀 just thinking out loud
"try again Hunter" he is just taunting them
Wrecker: "what about plan 7?" Echo: "plan 7 has nothing to do with this situation whatsoever!" he is so done 💀💀
absolutely adore the shot of all their hands grabbing explosives 💕
Hunter bent down to give Omega a boost up and Tech caught her and held her up !!! = Hunter just threw Omega to Tech 😂
Hunter covers Omega with his body again 😭
Crosshair's scream when he realised what was happening I- 🙃🔫
Wrecker catches Echo 🥺
Hunter bodily catches Omega 😭 "I've got you" ~ Hunter 😭😭😭😭
HUNTER WAS HOLDING ONTO HER THE WHOLE TIME THEY WERE FALLING
Crosshair immediately collapsing 😫😭
rip CT-8508 ily
oh look it's my favourite blue bounty hunter toothpick cowboy twink
lmao Cad Bane calling Hunter "son"
Omega reading Hunters hand signals 🥺
"That's unfortunate ... for you" ~ Cad Bane (s2 Tawni Ames 👀)
I can feel the hatred in Hunters eyes through his visor ooooo he mad
I can't deal with Omega's scared scream sobs 😫
Todo you're fine hush
"Little lady" hehehe
CROSSHAIR BROKE HIS LEG AND HIS ARM AND BURNED HIS FACE (and probably his lungs) I hate it here 😭
are we gonna talk about the Hunter POV groggy wake up visor cam scene??? *sigh* no, next time
Wrecker grabbing Omega's bow 🥲
Wrecker getting defensive immediately thinking Crosshair took Omega 😭
NO TBB OUTRO MUSIC
welp I am getting increasingly more stressed for s3 creeping up on us and me running out of time for my rewatch lol
I'm gonna do a few episodes a day now so these posts might start getting boring if they're not already lmao
thanks for joining friendsss 💕💕💕
#louk’s bad batch rewatch#star wars#the bad batch#the bad batch hunter#hunter bad batch#tbb wrecker#tech bad batch#bad batch hunter#bad batch tech#wrecker bad batch#tbb tech#hunter tbb#hunter the bad batch#tbb echo#echo tbb#echo bad batch#wrecker tbb#bad batch wrecker#clone trooper wrecker#the bad batch tech#tech the bad batch#tech tbb#omega tbb#omega bad batch#tbb omega#crosshair the bad batch#crosshair bad batch#the bad batch crosshair#cad bane#bounty hunter
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Stranger
Pairing: Hange Zöe x fem!reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: mentioning of alcohol
You were sipping coke from the red cup and looked around from your comfortable corner of the living room. You weren't even sure what you're doing here. You also had no clue how your best friend - Historia managed to talk you into coming here. Out of all the people you knew, Historia would also be the last to attend the party with you. As your polar opposite, she was kinda rude badass vibe and knew what she wanted. You, on the other hand, were... we'll you, nice and smiley person. How you two were friends? Let's just say that studying insides of animals bring people together.
- Of course, she came to flirt - you mumbled to yourself, as you spot your friend with the party host, Ymir, on the dance floor in some very intimate moves. Rolling your eyes, you left to the kitchen to refill your coke. As you grab a can from the fridge, you got the feeling that you weren't alone. Indeed, on the counter with beer in hand was sitting a brown-haired person. They were wearing a white shirt tackled in dark brown pants.
- Hey. First-year - they smiled from behind their glasses.
- How did you know I'm the first-year? - you took a step closer in their direction, leaning your back on the counter next to them.
- You drink coke. Or wait, I didn't ask. Wanna beer?
You just wrinkled your nose.
- No, thanks. The smell...
- Got ya. So... what major are you?
- Veterinary. And you?
- Medical. - they took another sip and closing one eye aimed at the trash can. The can flew from their hands in the right direction but bumped off the edge of the trash can.
- Hey, Four-Eyes! I know your dorm is a mess, but don't ruin other's places. - small, balck-haired boy entered the kitchen, picked up the can, and put it in the trash. - Speaking of mess, I'll visit you tomorrow. To clean. - he shot death glance at the person next to you and left.
- That was...? Your boyfriend? - you asked after a few seconds of silence.
- No, no, no, no. Raviolli is just a best friend. And cleaning service - they laughed and took two lollipops from the shirt's pocket and handed you a cherry flavoured one.
- And you go by Four-Eyes, or you actually have a name? - you asked, putting the lollipop in your mouth.
- Hange Zoë. But Hange is just fine.
- Hange. - you whispered to yourself. - Nice to meet you, Hange
- Awwww, it sounds so cool when you say it. - their eyes lighten up, you could swear you saw sparks. - What's your name?
- Y/N. - you smiled. Hange whispered your name a few times under their breath as if they were trying to memorize it the best they could.
- So, Karo, what are you doing at Ymir's party?
- See that little blonde? - you pointed at Historia, who now was clearly flirting with Ymir. Hange nodded.
- She told me to "be cool and hang out with her", in translation, it was "I don't want to go alone, and I won't get another chance to flirt with Ymir." So here I am. And you? I bet your hobby isn't stealing beer from other people's fridges.
- See that black-haired girl? It's Mikasa, Levi's cousin. And she's kinda hyped on Eren Jaeger.
- Professor's Jeager son?
- Yeah. So Levi decided that he doesn't want to be uncle so soon, and he's here to "keep kids safe." I am here because... I don't know. I just got bored. Hoped for making new friends. Seems I found one - they patted your head. It was kinda weird considering the fact that you two have just met, but somehow Hange's touch felt nice.
- So you want to be my friend?
- Yeah! Please, I can't let such a sweet soul hang out only with Reiss. She's led you to the wrong path.
- Wrong path?
- Darkside. Crime. Cigarettes. Alcohol. Et cetera.
- Said person with beer in hand - you joked, hoping it won't come out rude.
- See? Even your jokes are kinda harsh on my heart - Hange dramatically held their hand over their heart, making you laugh. When you opened your eyes, you met two brown pupils staring at you from behind glasses.
- Your laugh is beautiful - Hange said and shifted focus on their blue lollipop. You could feel your cheeks turning red. Complements from the basically stranger felt weird. You focused your stare on your black shoes.
- If you don't do beer, how about vine?
- White. Only sweet. - you answered, not picking up your glance. You heard Hange moving around, and soon they handed you nice glass.
- There you go.
- And Historia was one that was supposed to lead me on the wrong path? - you teased, tasting the vine.
- Maybe you already are on the wrong path where you met me? - Hange smiled playfully and took a sip. - Nice.
- Not bad.
As time was passing by, you and Hange went over most of the biological topics you could share, some personal information, and well...
- You have a boyfriend? - Hange asked suddenly out of blue.
- Ye- I mean no - you dropped a smile, remembering that your ex-partner broke up with you before the school year started. - You?
- Nope. I'm a lonely wolf waiting for my mate.
- You've even been in love, Hange? - you asked, putting the glass, It was your third, on the counter. Hange got on the ground and put their glass down, too.
- How do I know that I am in love? - they asked carefully.
- I- - you didn't have the right answer for that. - Sorry for that question. I didn't mean to kill the mood by going to such philosophical topics.
- We'll... since love is pure chemistry... - Hange stepped closer to you, looking as they were really wondering around the topic. - Wanna get some air?
- Yeah.
You two passed by the main part of the party, deeper inside the apartment.
- I believe it's here. - Hange opened one for the doors and stepped into something that looked like a guest room. Indeed, there was a balcony door.
- And it's locked... - Hange pouted after their five try of opening the door failed.
- You gave up now? - you asked, from your position of lying down on the bed, enjoying a soft mattress.
- Yeah - Hange sighted. - Coming back to the topic...
- Topic?
- Love. It's like... when you have red and blue, you make purple. When you have two substances, they make something, a third that is somehow completion of them.
- Huh...
- Let's make purple.
- What?
Before you knew Hange was hovering over you, their hands on both sides of your head.
- H-Hange? - you asked, shy as they were so close. You could smell them. White vine, blueberries, and vanilla.
- Can I kiss you? - they asked softly, and even when you remained silent, your eyes spoke for you. Their right hand gently raised your chin as they moved closer to you. Soon, as your lips met and you closed your eyes, tasted that sweet white vine mixed with blueberry lollipop they had. As shy and innocent was the first kiss, the second one was still delicate but more possessive, like Hange was claiming that you're theirs. Not partying your lips, they carefully turned you over, that now you were sitting on their thighs. You shivered as you felt their hand innocently rubbing your waist up and down to, in result, pull your shirt a little bit. You broke the kiss and grabbed Hange's wrist before their fingers could meet your bare skin.
- Everything okay? Did I hurt you? God, I was rude? I'm so sorry, princess - Hange told you probably every apology that ever existed till they finally let you speak.
- It's fine, Hange. Just... let's not rush things, okay?
- Well... you know me less than a day and I KNOW, I know it looks like I pulled you into bed with me, but I really like you, and can you maybe consider liking me back?
- Hange, I-
- You don't have to answer now! - they cutted you before you could speak. - It's just an offer. Maybe? Confession? I don't know. Just don't be mad at me, please. I like you - they pulled you closer to their chest, wrapping their arms around them in a protective hug.
- Hange... I know you didn't want to hurt me. - you smiled to them.
- I wouldn't dare - they whispered in your hair.
- And I can consider liking you back. I liked... making purple with you
- Is that how we'd be calling kissing? "Making purple"? - they giggled.
- Why not? - you sunk more into the hug. - You think Ymir wouldn't mind us here? I'm getting kinda sleepy
- She'll be fine. Come here - Hange helped you take off your shoes and let you under the covers.
- Are you comfortable with sleeping in your clothes? - you asked as you two were cuddling under the sheets.
- Yeah. It won't be the first time. - Hange sighted, remembering all their study sessions. - Now go sleep, princess. You'll need energy tomorrow to fight the hangover and to consider liking me back - they kissed your forehead. You only snuggled closer, knowing you have nothing to consider. You already liked them back when they missed the toss with the beer can.
#hange zoë#attack on titan#fluff#attack on titan fanfiction#attack on titan x reader#hange fluff#hange x reader#hange x fem!reader
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♡ Enhypen Reaction to Randomly Being Tickled!
[requested by: @sunny-117]
Heeseung:
he'd flinch and let out a quick, tiny giggle at first
as you continue tickling him, his giggles get louder and louder
personally i think his bad spot would be either his ribs or underarms?
if you were to 'accidentally' tickle him in either of those places, he would easily be able to form tears in his eyes
"hehehAHAHAHa- nOAHAHAT THEHERE!!"
i imagine he would squirm a bit and try to grab your hands in order to stop you
Jay:
once you poke him, he would definitely give you a look that says "uh.. do you mind?"
he'll move away from you constantly until you trap him
once you have trapped him, you aim for his worst spot (his knees)
instant laughter after that
"ooHOHOHO MYHYHY GAWHEHahAD-"
he would definitely try to stop you more than other members would
revenge is sweet, he'll definitely get you back after this...
Jake:
as you all probably know, he gets easily ticklish
the best thing to do if you randomly wanna tickle him is to sneak up on him!
randomly jumping on his back, letting him think you want a piggyback ride until...
you blow into his ears (his worst spot heheh)
he would honestly almost drop you
instant giggles
"ahHEeheh whYhyhyyy-''
he would move his head to the side and gently set you down
goes to hide from you, wanting you to find him <3
Sunghoon:
his instant smile is everything
he wouldn't totally hate this surprise attack on him
like heeseung, he would squirm quite a bit
but not exactly try and get away
hitting his worst spot (his sides) would definitely change the vibe of things
he would go straight to small little giggles, to loud belly laughter
"ehhehehehhhhhhAAA pFfTAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA"
seeing him being tickled melts everyones heart <3
Sunoo:
like sunghoon, his instant smile is everything
he is the type to get all shy and blushy when you tickle him
poking all over his tummy (his worst spot) will make him throw his head back in adorable, ticklish laughter
"ehhehehEHEHEHheHEHhehEHE-"
i personally think he would love being tickled but never admit that to anyone but you
once you stop tickling him, he'll imply that he wants more!!
such a baby!! :D
Jungwon:
who doesnt enjoy a ticklish leader
honestly i feel like he would be the type to be randomly tickled a lot
so this might not be a surprise to him
hes not as ticklish as most of the members are but he has his worst spots
life his knees, tummy, and neck.
poke his neck, you'll have sweet little giggles
poking his tummy will get him all squirmy and more giggly
his knees are DANGEROUSLY ticklish, you might get punched
"OFBABAHAHAHhaHAAHHA NOHOHOONONO STAHAHAP-"
Niki:
i think he would be all whiney but does not completely hate being tickled
his hips are definitely his worst spot
sneaking up behind him and squeezing his hips will have him on the floor immediately
"AAGhHAHAHAHA- WHAhAAT?"
he would squirm and try to run away from you, similar to jake, accept he wouldnt be able to get away
hes too ticklish for his own good <3
his gummy smile only screams "TICKLE ME MORE!"
#enhypen#tickle#tickle community#headcanons#enhypen tickle#kpop#kpop tickle#kpop headcanons#heeseung#sunoo#jake#jungwon#jay#niki#sunghoon
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What would be your dream setlist for the boys to return on??
Okay,
So did a quick bit of research for this one and the boys seem to average 20 songs per concert with four encore songs. Obviously this won't take any songs they could release between now and 2025, and of course we don't know if they will launch straight in to a tour or if they will pause to work on an album, (my money is on a tour)
So this turned out to not be a set list so much as a full concert outline… bighit can absolutely hit me up to use it, I want VIP tickets as compensation. Okay,
We open on a video of the boys from children to their release from the army
Teasing us with opening notes from a dope until Namjoon appears centre stage from a trap door with the opening line from dope. Army cheer thinking that’s the first song until the other members pop out of the floor each to different songs where they have sung opening lines
1. No more dream - got to start strong, I would want them in costumes that are updated but still reminiscent of the original concept.
2. N.O.
3. Danger - I think you could edit these three songs together nicely
4. Run BTS
5. Opening ments with a soft costume change in order to get the rapline into regency wear for what the crowd assumes will be Deang… nope
6. The rap-line disappears from stage through trap doors leaving behind the vocal line as the opening tones for Haguem toll
7. Haguem goes into arson
8. Sexy Namkim just nj verse- none of NJ's mixtape songs currently fit the vibe I'm aiming for and I would pay all my money to see the moves done at the W performance done by fresh military personal vocal line
9. The lights fade dramatically and just as you think a VT will start the rap line descends on a UFO stage from above the sound booth. They are dressed like 90's pop stars - the next stage is a medley not full renditions
10. Seven blasts out Choreo done to a T
11. Like crazy
12. Some kind of spoken Segway
13. For us
14. Astronaut - all members sing as they return to the stage (the UFO flys the rupline over army heads)
15. Since kind of banter about them all singing each others solo stuff being weird.
16. Some kind of fan service where they sit together and look and find things fans have done while they were gone
17. Spine breaker
18. Anpanman
19. Dynamite/butter
20. Ending ment
21. Take two
22. Encore
23. Spring day
24. Magic shop
25. Mikrocosmos
26. What ever their first release after the army is
I may have gone a little over board on this….. is there anything you guys are dying to see them do as a band?
If you wanna please leave me your own set lists in my ask box. They don’t need to be anywhere near as detailed as mine.😂 or leave me your judgement on mine.
#jungkook#namjoon#taehyung#jimin#Hoseok#Yoongi#seokjin#kpop#bts#kim namjoon#rm#Kim seokjin#Jin#jhope#jung Hoseok#min Yoongi#suga#augst d#v#Jo
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Ladies, may i have your attention please ?
Reblog and share this post with the most girlies possible right now, because
👏WE 👏NEED 👏TO 👏START 👏AN 👏OLDER 👏VIRGIN 👏GIRL 👏SUPPORT 👏GROUP
(Lads, don't you effing start laughing like stupid, i bite fr! Love u if u support tho)
If you are like me, a 24 yo and + woman and virgin/never had sex/single, or can relate to, let's start this mf support group, reblog and share so that more ladies can follow us, 'cause i can't be the only one 😤
If you don't, reblog and share are still appreciated but DON'T READ THE REST OF THE POST FOR I AM GOING TO SLANDER 🌠Jennifer🌠 SO HARD, THE CHILDREN MUST NOT SEE AND U DON’T WANNA SEE THAT
Ladies, be a girl's girl and join the fight against 🌠Jennifer🌠 !!!
TW : abuse of the word "virgin" because it's not an insult not a compliment so we are getting used to hear it. If your uncomfortable with "virgin", get out 🚪🚶♀️
By the way, 🌠Jennifer🌠 is not a person : she is an allegory, she represents the people when i tell them i am virgin.
I picture 🌠Jennifer🌠 as female because in french, my native language, nouns have genders and society is female, i don't make the rules 💅 I don't personally know a Jennifer : i picked the name for the vibe.
Since i am adult virgin woman, she assumes that I :
Too pure for this world
Waiting for marriage
Religious
Traditional
No fun at all
Don't get sex joke
Blushing/outraged at anything even remotly intimate
Ugly/unattractive
Bad at flirting
A lesbian in denial
Aro/ace
Femcel
Shy/not assertive/doesn't dare anything
Childish/immature
Don't take care of myself
Must have something wrong in my body and/or my head
Aiming for someone not single (for example, her lame and uglyass bf 🤮)
Hate men
Too masculine/not womanly enough
A "nice girl" or a "one of the boys"
Scaring/disgusted the boys out
Scared of the 🍆
Don't know how it works
"Too much into politic" / too feminist
Set my standards too high
Have a trauma
Not interested in others/antisocial/sociopath/cavewoman
Don't masturbe
Need advice about the boys
Too romantic
Had strict parents
A lonely girl
Actually a minor
Cringe
Chronically online
Don't know life
Lying
Like STFU, stop. You don't even make sense !
We were talking, getting to know each other. We were getting along so far until i dropped "actually i am still a virgin" bomb.
And then 🌠Jennifer🌠 started to look at me funny and that's how i KNOW she will less respect me. Like she either babying or gaslighting me. She may not say anything but all the previous points above are shining through her sassy eyes.
I KNOW i may sound aggressive in this post but irl i am not like that, she just annoys me so much . Your girl have a job, friends, hobby, ambition, dreams, YOUR GIRL IS BUSY and doesn't have to put up with those bs.
The worst is : i am perfectly okay with me having reaching adulthood and still being virgin, but it somehow bugs🌠Jennifer🌠' for no reason and wanna make it my problem.
So hear me out, 🌠Jennifer🌠 :
what i put or not my coochie is not your effing business
I am 24, you thought seeing a dick pic would have me blushing ?
As if i'd want ur lameass bf 🤮 he doesn't even treat u right
All the men i know so far were nothing but wonderful with me
Do i need to show you my 139452 step self-care routine to prove you i am girly enough ?
If i scare the men, how come you are not scared of me ? (Fear me or i will harvest your kneecaps)
What if i wasn't queer/lgbt ? (Show them support pls)
I am fabulous 💅💅💅💅💅🖕
I don't have any sex related trauma, but i will be your worst nightmare if you keep going
Why would i be lying ? I don't have time for creating bs, unlike you
No i am not hidding it 🖕
I would love to do sex jokes for you. Unfortunatly i don't like you and will not joke around with u
Your standards are too low
Me and my bitches from the adult virgin women support group will put you down and we are not shutting up. Period 💅
#Adult virgins are adults#support groups#Jennifer as an allegory#She is not a real person#personal rant#We need to stop to stfu and concele#Don't start telling me men have it worst#This is a post for girls only#long post#Basically me at 1 am
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Ahem…
🐍
You give snake vibes and not because you are a cheating liar, not at all actually
It’s cause I wanna boop ya and look at that little pupper snoot and tell you your doing great because you are BEAUTIFUL AND SO IF EVERYTHING YOU DO.
I'll answer the wholesome with weird -kinda creepy- facts about snakes I found around for the web.
DID YOU KNOW?
- That if you were to open the mouth of a snake, then you might be able to count off up to 200 teeth. Those aren’t used for chewing but keeping what it just swallowed from crawling back out.
_ Just because you cut off the head of a snake, that doesn’t mean the snake is done. That chopped-off head can still bite and unleash a huge amount of venom.
- The Mozambique spitting cobra is aptly named because of its ability to spit at distances up to 8 feet (2.5 meters). It tends to aim for the eyes.
- There is such a thing as “mad snake disease.” When caught, some pythons literally tie themselves up in knots. Others just stare blankly at the sky. Virulent rodents are suspected as the cause.
- The biggest snake fossil was fifty feet long. That 60-million-year-old snake probably weighed as much as 20 people and could eat whole crocodiles.
- Good news — a snake’s fang only lasts for 10 weeks. Bad news — they grow a new one right away.
:D
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Bc of you i really wanna get into Ninjago (/pos) but it's so, what's the word, much? Like intimidating there are so many season it seems like and so many character hhdhshah
Can i ask what your fave character is and why and howd you like describe the vibe of the show? Then I can know what to expect w energy of the show and the first question is just bc I'm curious aha
okay so this is gonna be long sorry.
i also thought the amount of seasons was intimidating but i actually find that it was really easy to get through? i think i binged it all in like a week 🧍🏻♀️(but uh, i did stay up a lot and usually multitasked) the seasons are very short(usually 10 eps) , and later on the episodes get short too.
there’s also new characters introduced every season, but it’s very centralized around the same cast of characters all through, which is like Lloyd, Nya, Kai, Jay, Cole, Zane, Wu, and later on Pixal. so it doesnt feel like a lot to me.
I also think i enjoy the show a little differently than other media? Like it’s just good fun for me to watch. there’s several factors.
1) It holds a lot of nostalgia for me, because i was superrr into this show as a kid, 2) the way i enjoy the show is much like playing with legos as a kid. you have all these legos and crazy ideas, and you spin it all in different ways into what is sometimes a nonsensical plot, but its fun, 3) it is aimed for kids, so it’s easy to find it lacking in areas, but my absolute favorite thing is watching the team dynamic between the main characters bc it feels like they actually like each other😂 it’s the main thing i watch it for tbh
It’s not for everyone obviously, but idk watching the storytelling and animation improve/change throughout the seasons is neat bc in s8 holllyyyy shit it gets a whole new aesthetic, and it’s also really fun to kind of take elements that the show presents and do some Thinking and Creating in my head
my favorites are Zane and Kai—Zane because i grew up connecting to his character a lot and he’ll always be special to me, and Kai bc he just sort of falls into my stereotypical type of favorite character 💀 . His characterization isn’t always the best and the writers sometimes miss opportunities with him but i just really like Thinking about him and the potential types of character development he could have 🤷🏻♀️
So yeah theres the pilots which are really hard to find, but there’s a twitch link to them (pitched down)
Pilots 1/2, Pilots 3/4 (40 minutes in total)
Then the rest are on netflix(they’re separated into two titles tho), except the day of the departed special which isnt there fsr :P
S1-2 are fun and nostalgic to me even if they’re a bit uh, obviously at aimed kids. they were also meant to be the only seasons, but the audience liked it so it kept going. I feel like something shifted in the air around s6-ish though, and then again for s8 idk.
if youre really plot oriented or super into intense intricate world building, or not into shows that can be simple and aimed at kids, you might not enjoy it..? but if you just like seeing wacky plots w fun characters then you might like it ^_^
#WOW THIS WAS A RAMBLE#sorry this is probably more than u wanted#clam answers#ninjago#its just Vibes man i like the show#im gonna ramble more in the notes#so sometimes it has bad writing#comparatively when i watch a show like Titans which also suffers(more) bad writing im like. What is this shit#Bc even tho the plots bad its not even fun and i dont like the characters. they dont like each other#it takes itself seriously and fails to deliver#same w voltron too kind of loooolz#obviously I want good writing but w ninjago I guess I’m like…more lenient w it?#it knows what it’s vibes are and what to expect out itself and so I do too if that makes sense#like if it had stellar amazeball writing I’d be thrilled but I like the characters enough to rotate them in my mind#and do my own writing n thinking of their arcs n stuff#I have no idea what I’m saying it’s 2 am ignore me
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Do you do art tips?
your very good I want to know how you do expressions
🥺
i can sure as hell try! this is entirely in text sorry <3
half of the battle is knowing how faces move. whether you're drawing people, animals, what have you, having a solid foundation of anatomy will help a ton. make faces at yourself in the mirror, watch shows or documentaries or realistically animated movies - basically just know how skin/muscle squishes and stretches over the skull
im not saying you have to extensively study skulls and muscles. or really even study study. just having a basic grasp of dimensions and that squish/stretch helps a Ton
then you wanna know what style you're aiming for. cartoony? exaggerated? realistic? i usually use a scale of cartoony being shows like Adventure Time or Gravity Falls etc. exaggerated is Dragon Prince or Disney or Vox Machina or some animes. realistic is Arcane or Spiderverse etc. that way you know specifically what to look at the most when figuring out expressions
for practicing them, i think it's best to start small. granted, i started drawing in 5th grade & drew in a super simplified style for years. but it is usually a good idea to start gently and then break into a sprint from there - art tends to follow that trend.
make sure to practice facial features independently. draw eyes & mouths in different states of emotion & in different cartoon styles. USE REFERENCES!!! USE A LOT OF REFERENCES!!! DON'T BE AFRAID OF REFERENCES THEY ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND!
actually yknow what - its tangent time.
people will tell you that using references is cheating and taboo. thats stupid as hell. everyone uses references, from new artists to professionals. use real life, media, and yes you can use art from artists you really like.
tracing is similar! it helps a ton! it gets you familiar with how shapes flow and interact. pick s simple image to draw, like a deer, and draw it freestyle. then trace the deer with the same movements you use to draw normally - trace smart. then draw the deer freestyle again. you will probably see immediate improvement!
just make sure that if you trace from an artist, don't post it without the permission of the artist, don't post if they say no, and never try to pass it off as your own. same with if you heavily reference an existing piece of art.
people say all the time that the best thing to do is practice. practice practice practice. and thats true! but practicing isnt just drawing the same thing over and over again - that'll get you nowhere. real practice is studying, using references, draw consistently (bc your skills will weaken if you don't, trust me on this) all that good stuff.
tangent over <3
so focus on faces! know how they move! know what you're aiming for before you draw and don't be afraid of using references to get the vibe right!
once you can get the emotion in features down, it's fairly easy to translate to different monsters and creatures and people as long as you're aware of how their heads are shaped
and also be aware that improvement takes time. sometimes its a week, sometimes years. i know im still far from where i want to be lol, but we all get there eventually.
and last but MOST IMPORTANTLY! have fun with it! fuck around and find out, & i mean that in the most positive way possible! your art will thank you for it, i prommy
#sorry if this is vague!#ive pretty much focused on expressions for my entire art life#so most of my knowledge and improvement has been subconscious#this ask made me sit down and think Hard lmao#i was having a fun little crisis of 'oh my god. how Do i do expressions'#also thank you!#i hope this helps at least a little <3#rambles from the bog
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IN THE GHETTO
Chapter 3
You and Hosea have been riding for some time now until you both make your way to a camp hidden in the woods. There you see tents and boxes and wagons. Not what you expected an outlaw camp to look like.
“Well this is home. I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
Hosea gets off the horse and helps you off. You see another man step out of a tent. He looked even more sharp than Hosea. He even had pomade in his hair by the looks of it.
“Y/N this is Dutch Van Der Linde. He’s the leader of this here gang.”
I waved my hand and said my hello. Hosea took me over to one of the tables where a woman was reading in her book.
“This is Bessie. I’m sure you’d want to stay around her since you want nothing to do with us outlaws like you say.”
The woman looked very nice. She gave you the same vibes your mom gave you. Sweet but can be fierce.
“Why hello there. It’s nice to have another girl around here. You an orphan? You must be hungry we have some stew in the pot.”
Bessie led you to the cooking pot while Hosea went to talk with Dutch. When you got to the pot you saw a boy there who looked to be the same age as you. Brown hair. Blue eyes. And a gun decorating his hip.
You hadn’t realized how hungry you truly were until your stomach was grumbling. You looked in the pot only to find it empty.
“Arthur Morgan did you eat all the food despite knowing that Hosea still had to get back to get some?!”
Bessie smacked him on the head and he scurried up.
“By god Bessie I thought since he was going into town he’d get his own damn food!”
The boy named Arthur was now standing rubbing his head from the smack Bessie gave it. He finally turned to notice you.
“Who’s the urchin?”
Bessie smacked him again.
“Her name is Y/N and you’re eating her food! Now go into the woods and catch her a squirrel or something”
Your stomach immediately stopped grumbling at the thought of eating a squirrel. You should’ve known staying with a group like this wouldn’t exactly call for fine dining.
“Fine but she’s coming with me”
Arthur grabbed your arm and dragged you with him.
“Hey don’t just drag me. I’ll come along with you but calm down”
He just shook his head and made his way towards the woods.
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“So your names Y/N? You an orphan too?”
The rude boy said, looking for your dinner.
“Yea. Outlaws killed them. 2 weeks later Hosea found me”
He then turned and smiled at you.
“Ain’t that ironic. Outlaws were the ones who sent yer parents to an early grave and now your runnin with them”
“Nothin funny about it”
He finally found a squirrel and shot it from the tree.
“You sure know how to handle that gun”
“Sure do. Gotta know or else I’d be dead.”
He took the squirrel and stuffed it in his satchel.
“I see that nice lil pistol you been carrying around. You even know how to use it?”
I puffed my chest up at the question
“I know how to take the safety off I can tell you that much”
Arthur laughed and took the gun from me. He pulled the barrel out and it was empty.
“Yea good luck tryna get far with an empty gun”
He handed it back to you and started making his way back towards camp.
“Hold up. Can you teach me? I need to learn to defend myself”
He stopped and sighed.
“You better hope my bullets fit in that fancy dancy gun of yours girlie or you’re outta luck”
He loaded my gun and they did fit.
“Ok now I ain’t no teacher but ya did ask me to teach you so here. Learnin a gun ain’t hard just aim and shoot. You already got the safety bit down so that’s good. All ya gotta do is get used to the recoil and what not. Cus ya don’t wanna fall on yer ass in the middle of a shootout cus yer little bitty body couldn’t handle the force of a gun”
He took a bottle of cheap whiskey from his satchel and chugged it. He placed the empty bottle on a tree stump and moved you back a little. And with that he left you there.
“Good luck”
You turned back and he was walking back to the camp, leaving you.
“Where’re you going?!”
“Ya gotta learn survival! When you’re done with yer practice try to find yer way back to camp! Yer food should be ready by then!”
You turned back. You had to get good at this. You wanted to get good before it got dark. You tried to shoot the bottle but missed. Fuck that recoil is no joke. But you sure as hell weren’t going to fall on your ass. Again. Another miss.
After a while you shot the bottle. And even a few other targets. You figured it was time to go back since the sun was going down.
Now you’ve lived in the forests. You know how to navigate them. Whenever you and your father went on fishing trips he would leave you on your own sometimes. One time you were lost for 2 days and were so hungry you ate a poison berry and almost fucking died. Of course your mother had something to help you live and now guess what? You know exactly what berry not to eat next time. And your immune system is stronger because of it.
You found your way back to the camp where, like Arthur promised, your food was sitting on a table.
“How was target practice”
You haven’t talked to Dutch at all but there he was chewing on an apple.
“It was good but Arthur didn’t have to leave me out in the wilderness like that.”
“Yea he’s a little rough but he can be a good kid sometimes. Anyway you can sleep in his tent while he sleeps outside okay?”
He ruffled your hair and went into his own tent.
It made you feel bad how Arthur had to sleep in the cold while you took his tent. But when you looked near the fire he was already asleep by it.
You went inside the tent and laid there. You trusted these people but not too much. So that night you slept with your gun in your hand.
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