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x-brik-x · 1 year

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I'm seeing a lot of people say that punk fashion is expensive and inaccessible, which is very wrong. here is a list of some ways you can make punk fashion easier, cheaper and more accessible for you, since that's... kinda the whole point.

others are encouraged to add onto this!! (just don't recommend corporations like amazon. not cool.)

1. patches!! you don't need to buy them. DIY patches are not ugly or boring. in fact, they are encouraged here!! DIY, in my opinion, is always the best thing to do when it is an option and is safe to do so.

2. speaking of DIY, spikes!! you can make them!!

cut the top and bottom off of an empty can. cut down the middle of the cylinder and flatten it, so it's just a flat rectangle of metal.

cut out a shape that is kind of a third of a circle, but around 3/4 of the curved edge is taken up by triangle shapes. (I'm not very good at describing, so here's a badly drawn picture)

roll it into a cone, leaving the 4 triangles sticking out at the bottom. this bit is optional, but you can fill it with hot glue to make it more sturdy, just be careful touching the hot metal. I tend to hold the cone by one of the triangles with a bit of fabric wrapped around my fingers for this bit. cut 4 small holes in your fabric in this kind of shape:

and put the spiky bits of triangle through the holes. fold the triangles in on themselves to secure the spike in place. boom. spike obtained. this is one I made and attached to a little piece of fabric to test this method out:

3. battle vests!! (like the base jackets). the best places to buy these are charity shops and second hand websites in my opinion, but if anyone else knows any better options, please reblog with those!!

a good trick I find works well on eBay is to filter search results to your country (or state? can you do that in the US? idk) so that a: fast delivery because local, and b: all the sellers of everything that shows up are in YOUR TIME ZONE.

why is this important? when people sell something for really cheap, it goes FAST. check eBay at like, 2am or something. all the scalpers in your area are asleep. grab the cheap stuff while they can't.

4. sewing!! want patches, but can't sew for whatever reason? I've heard of a lot of people with joint conditions like arthritis complain about the inaccessibility of patch stuff, and that does sound extremely annoying, however:

safety pins!! while they are still a little fiddly, they're much less work so you don't have to fiddle about for long. if you can, you could even ask a friend to help, since it doesn't take long at all I'm sure someone will be willing to help out!! (I know I would, but that's just me, and I love this kind of thing). safety pins on clothes are also widely considered to be a symbol of solidarity, so if anything, you're adding some extra love and meaning to your patch pants/battle jacket.

if that's still too fiddly, fabric glue is always an option. unfortunately this means you won't be able to remove/reposition patches, at least without leaving a massive patch of residue, but if you're ok with that then fabric glue is probably your best bet.

for people who prefer sewing: as for where to get the thread, I've heard a lot of people recommending dental floss, as it's apparently much cheaper and works just as well. I haven't tried this myself so can't confirm that, but I thought I'd share it regardless.

5. where to get fabric!! old clothes. rip em up. you don't need any kind of fancy fabric from the craft store. my patches are made of old jeans that I grew out of.

don't have any old clothes and you don't want to waste any good ones? I'm not sure about other countries, but in the UK, as long as you're not on private property (trespassing), dumpster diving is perfectly legal.

I definitely ;) do NOT encourage ;) trespassing rich people's land ;) to steal from their dumpsters ;)

or tbh it doesn't matter too much how rich the person is, since it's all going to landfill anyway. if it's in the bin, it's free game, but you didn't hear that from me. ;)

please add onto this where you can!! and if I missed something or got anything wrong, add that on too!!

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keys-hellscape-1020 · 11 months

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Hobie Brown Headcannons

I have some horrible brain rot for this man and I need to let it out somehow, so uh. Here you go ig.

Hobie Brown x gn!Reader

I think the whole fandom can agree when I say this man is Protective. Not in a suffocating way, no he would never, but in an observant way. He always has an eye on you and if you signal that you need his help he always, (and I mean always) comes in swinging. No one messes with his favorite person.

He’s generally pretty observant, but when it comes to you it seems like he’s somehow even more so. If you need help getting something off a high shelf he’s behind you getting it down for you with a small smirk and a kiss to the top of your head before you can even say anything. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re capable, he knows you are. His love language is just acts of service. And he loves you a lot.

He’ll also help you out in other ways. If you happen to be a person who gets a period he will know your schedule like the back of his hand. And if you’re cursed with irregular ones he’ll somehow know before you even do when you’re gonna start (spidey-sense anyone?). He’ll come prepped with your sanitary device of choice as well as chocolate, sweets, and anything else you may need.

On a similar theme this man is firm believer in cuddles. He needs them or else he is incapable of functioning. How is he supposed to go deal with idiots if he hasn’t received his dose of love? He can’t. That’s how.

As said previously this man is tall, (6’3) and fairly spindly too. When you cuddle this man is going to be wrapped around you like a pretzel. His arms will be around your waist, you can’t tell where your legs end and his begin, and your chests will be pressed up right next to one another. Good luck if you need to get up to pee. You will not be getting up until this man has woken up enough to realize what you’re trying to do. And even then probably not. Hope you have a bladder of steel cause you’ll be needing it.

When you do finally get this man out of bed, I can see him being the one to cook. He’s not a great chef by any means but he’s not half bad either. You won’t see him making anything fancy but he has perfected the art of simple yet delicious meals. I saw someone else head-cannon that this man makes a delicious oatmeal and I couldn’t agree more. This man makes the best oatmeal you’ve ever tasted.

On the note of food, dates! This man loves taking you out on the town, but only small locally owned places! No contributing to capitalism here! If you’re new to London you’re lucky cause you just scored yourself the best tour guide in town! He’ll show you all the best pubs, small ones tucked away in alleyways. Best places to watch the sun set over the skyline, hangout spots, picnics, this man knows it all and he will gladly share his knowledge with you!

After all is said and done and he’s done showing you around the city, chances are he’s gonna have to suddenly disappear on a… very long bathroom trip. What do you mean you saw Spider-Punk swinging by the window two seconds after he left? What a coincidence!

Seriously though, this man hates lying to you and will refrain from doing so in anyway he can. He might not outright tell you he’s spider-punk, but he won’t not tell you if that makes sense. I’ve seen multiple other people head-cannon that he’ll just leave little hints around and wait for you to connect the dots and I whole-heartedly agree. He knows that you’re smart and he has faith you’ll figure it out quickly.

Once you do figure it out and confront him a considerable weight has lifted from his shoulders. He hates hiding things from you, lying to you about why he disappears for considerable amounts of time. And now that you know he doesn’t have to!

In all seriousness be prepared to be awoken at 2am from tapping on your window. When you open it Hobie falls in, in his Spider-Punk suit, 12 different shades of black and blue and coated in blood. This happens multiple times a month. You’ll get used to it. Probably.

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A/N: Welp first time writing for Hobie… Let me know what you think! I’m very unsure about his characterization. Although it’s very hard to write him well cause they gave him SO little screen time 😭 I’m in the trenches over here trying to do this man Justice.

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mochi-owos · 1 year

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Meeting genshin men at your local grocery store?!

Childe, Itto, Kaeya, Alhaitham, Ayato x Reader

To be honest, the job itself wasn’t too bad. Pretty normal actually. Aside from the few weirdos that have been walking in lately..

Inspired by @abyssruler’s 7/11 Diaries! (One again written in the depths of night, so I apologize for the errors and tbh it’s kinda bad 😰)

Childe:

You could do this! Self belief! Stay awake! Your shift was almost done, 2am on the clock and two more hours to go. Everything was pretty mundane, occasionally mopping the floor, checking the stock, handling the (basically unused) register— all mundane with the lack of people. But today a real odd ball walked in: ginger hair, roughed clothing, tussled hair, and oh- the massive nose bleed dripping down onto his clothes.

He walks through the store so calmly - it’s almost startlingly - he strolls through the isles putting random items, then walks up to the counter. He grins, "Well hello there, I didn’t know such a pretty thing would be working at a time like this." He says, all while blood is still dripping down his nose.

You blink once, you blink twice, you take the basket and start scanning, "It’s too early in the morning for this.." You mumble, tired eyes fumbling with the unreasonably items. The prices of each individual item would send you into cardiac arrest, but all in all? Fucking nuts. How does he even have money? Have you seen the economics state of the world?

Your words only make him laugh, as you look up at him your gaze fuses on his bloody nose, "You’re bleeding."

"I know." He smiles.

"O," You blink slowly once more. "Want a tissues or something?”

He raises a brow, "Ha! You’re pretty funny, you know! Most workers get scared!" He laughs, watching intently as you pack away his items handing them to him.

You look him in the eyes, "I don’t get paid enough."

From that day since he’d often come to the store chatting with you, all while buying odd products. At this point you were starting to think it’s all to speak with you, I mean— Instant rice and pickles? You raised a brow, almost like a mind reader he spoke,

"My friend dropped his phone in the toilet so we’re doing the rice method, and the pickles is for me, nice snack."

Isn’t the rice method supposed to be bad? “Why don’t you just go to a repair shop?"

"Hes quirky like that."

"Just leave."

At some point you started seeing him outside the shop, he also goes to the same university as you. Which did make sense seeing at though he looked your age, but what surprised you the most is that he’s pretty well know. So now you started to wonder how you hadn’t heard about him. Maybe it’s because you have no friends— that’s a problem. You’ll need some of those.. you guess. Now that you think about it, you never got his name. How odd.

Itto:

It was very much valid for you to assume that the man before you was drunk. He was awfully loud (so much so you could hear him from five blocks down), he talked funny, and so did he act the same.

As you tiredly rub your eyes you to try shake yourself awake, there was still so much time until work was over. And with the shouting going on outside it was actually quite easy, most would be worried of a murder being what’s taking place outside but it was awfully normal for such screams, also the sound of drunk laughter easily disproves the thought of murder. A man -easily 7ft tall, White hair, super buff, his hair oddly whisked - trudges in, panic written all over his face. "WHERE IS YOUR RICE?" He asked anxiously.

"Excuse me?"

"I NEED RICE FOR MY PHONE." He jumped around in place, you point him towards the section and he runs off, few of his friends snicker while some look worried.

You wait around at the counter, it takes him a few minutes to gather what he needs, next time he comeback he has at least four small bags of rice and bandages. As you ring him up you hear the man speak with his friends,

"Do you think it’ll work?" One of his friends ask.

"I think so! I got the premium rice, and I think the bandages will work too!" He smiles.

"For.. your phone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing.." his friends mumble, stifling a laugh.

You simply shake your head at such idiocy, but then again you can understand, repair shops are unbelievably expensive and half the time it gets even more broken. But your action seems to have caught the man’s attention, gawking he turns to his friends, “THEYRE SO HOT.”

From that day forward he constantly visited the shop, goofing around in the store in attempts to get your number.

"So, you like jazz?" He has this odd smirk on his face, almost as if that was his attempt to finesse you.

"Yes."

"Ah. You were supposed to say no."

"Sorry?"

Soon, Itto (his name, he had written it on a piece of paper and whilst paying for his newest purchase slipped it in) started being able to spot you on campus, following you around like a lost puppy. Perhaps you’ll slip in your number next time you give him change.. perhaps.

Kaeya:

To Kaeya you were hot, really fucking hot. Though you were kinda invisible that added to your charm, that or he just had a thing for total losers, he couldn’t tell. And for the most part you weren’t entire invisible, often seeing your name on the first board after grades come out, or even seeing you enrolled in competitions, or he’d see you studying in the library - looking so adorable- writing away at your notes. He thought you were utterly ethereal, and the need to get to know you was insatiable. His friends quite literally needing to hold him down from running up to you and scaring you away. So come to find out lovely ol’ you works at one of his favourite convince place he already had a plan brewing.

You drearily watch the clock, your body feeling as if it's numb. Your hands lazily drawing circles on the counter, starting to regret the fact you decided to work the graveyard shift. The ringing of the store bell waking you from your hazziness, a man dressed nicely came in: blue hair, blue eyes (odd combo, to be completely honest), dressed in what looked like ballroom clothing, his expression of.. smugness? Unyielding.

As you wait to ring him up you take out your phone and start scrolling through it, but soon you here light steps approaching placing your phone back in your pocket and take the items and start scanning. All as you do so the man watches you intently, and little too much.

”Can I help you with something, Sir?"

He raises a brow, "Sir? You don't think I'm that old, do you?!" He cried.

"No, Sir. I'm required to do this."

"So you think I look nice?"

"Sure."

"Would you go out with me?" Was that really his attempt at rizzing you up?

"Please just take your items and leave, Sir." (I'm saving you the embarrassment -and myjob-)

He couldn't stand it, no, he was determined-- he will rizz you up. You have to give him a chance! And so whenever you had a free moment you would see him walk up to you, it’s not that you minded his unbreaking tenacity, it was quite admirable actually.

"Hey!" He ran up to you, waving his hand. He stops in front of you weaving, "Trying to run away from me?"

"No. I’m hungry."

"Ah! The allow me to do the pleasure and buy you lunch."

"If you have money, sure.”

You were oh so happy, free food truly did taste the best. So while he got to know you you got full - and happy - tummy. Maybe you’ll actually let him take you out.

Al Haitham:

See, typically you were fine with customers, but this time you were utterly enthralled by this.. this asshole with a stick up his ass. You’d love to hop over the counter and give him a wack, but you refrain from doing so— he looked rich, and he was buff, you most definitely could not take him in a fight.

"It’s 14.55."

"I’m aware."

"I am in a rush, please let me pay already."

"Im sorry, Sir. I’m required to ring this all up."

"But I already told you, it’s 14.55." His eyes looked a bit agitated, his arms crossed.

"Sir, I am just doing my job."

"K."

To be honest, you didn’t really know what was coming out of his mouth after that, nor did you care, you simply nod, most of the “conversation” you looked at his.. uh, breast(s) pocket. You’d never see him again, what’s the harm?

You were wrong, so undeniably, unbelievably, wrong. Exactly 5 hours later you’d see him at the gym, staring at you, approaching you- wait, approaching you?? You look around the room, what do you do? How do you seem like you’re busy? Pull out you pho-?!

"Hey."

"Hello..? Do you need something?"

"Do you need help?"

"No."

"I’m helping you anyway."

"O."

And workout buddies you came to be, often meeting him during your workout sessions. You never really needed his help, but with his insistence you agreed. Sometimes even studying together.

"Are you stupid?"

"I think so, I’ve been talking with my doctor lately and-"

"I didn’t mean it literally."

"Ah."

With exams coming up you’ve been seeing each other a lot more, and the study areas have been a lot more.. romantic? Close, cool mood lighting, cold- sometimes even his own house. But then again, maybe it’s just you.

Ayato:

This was absolutely fucking nuts. This guy was decked out— SO BAD. The Ayato Kamisato, one of the richest bachelors was before you, you couldn’t help but be a bad bit taken back. But regardless you tried your best to scan all his odd items.

For a hot bachelor his grocery items were really weird, and so fucking expensive you felt your heart clench.. you’ll need a break after this, maybe even a smoke (you’ve never smoked in your life and if you were to you were pretty sure you’d have an asthma attack).

His gaze wondered you curiously, has you handed him his groceries he smiled, leaving a.. 100$ TIP?? WHAT THE FUCK. WHERE DOES HE GET THIS MONEY? I THOUGHT WE WERE IN A RESCISSION. WHAT. Your eyes were massive, looking back up at him, "Uhm, Sir. I think you misplaced this bill.." as much as you wanted to keep it, you had morals (sadly), holding yourself to high principle.

"Oh, that was no mistake. I appreciate the fact someone like you is working at such an hour. Have a lovely morning." He waved and left.. someone like me? Is that an insult? Does he think I’m poor?

As you pondered what he meant you started seeing him more, and more. Always leaving a massive tip, does god.. love me? Your reactions always brining a smile to his face, and conversations with you always left him with a swelling in his chest, you were awfully funny.

"Here, a tip."

"Am I.. in more debt?" You tilt your head, "Do you want something from me?" Your eyes widen, "Is this perhaps your way of buying me? Is that what rich people do..? That’s what’s I heard.." mumbling the last part you look into the floor, bringing your hand up to fumble with your lip- in deep concentration.

He was so weird, people said he was cool. From what you can tell all he is a weirdo. Who tips this much? Who buys this much weird stuff? Isn’t he rich? Why doesn't he just get someone to get him groceries? Why does he look at you weird? Honestly, if he kept giving you this much money you might as well become his sugar baby (not that you would mind).

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claymorexpunisher · 11 months

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Sweet Dreams (Pt 2/2) (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Jey Uso/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader decides to act up again just to test the waters of Jey's newfound confidence. Jey responds accordingly.

Tags: 18+, bratting, spanking, subspace, Dom!Jey, Sir/Sub dynamic bratty sub!reader.

Word Count: 1,287

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I tried to tag everyone I could, but I apologize if I forgot anyone... Anyways, thank you for the love as always. I tried my bestest lol and I hope you enjoy! Also this is purely smut. I try to do as much research when it comes to topics such as kink/bdsm but sometimes I like to just have fun with it so just bear in mind that certain dynamics and kinks aren’t always gonna be depicted super realistically… As always, do please let me know if you wanna to continue on my taglist or if you want to be taken off.

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Jey, Jimmy, Ro, myself and other wrestlers were at a local club while on tour in Europe.

We had a couple days free so we all took the opportunity to unwind and hang out with each other with zero talks of work.

Since Ro had set me straight a couple months, I’d been extremely well-behaved. But of course the itch to misbehave always came back to bite eventually. And with the newfound attitude I had been noticing in Jey, that itch only got stronger. For the longest time, Jey showed signs of not being able to tame me. But now?… now I think things might have changed. And I was so ready to find out if my suspicions were correct. I knew that I should talk to him and see where his head was at. See if he’d be willing to do what roman so eagerly and graciously stepped in to do for me. For us both. But what’s the fun in that? Nah, I wanted to test the waters. But I didn’t wanna poke until I actually made him angry. After the whole debacle a couple months ago and as bratty as I love being, I felt terrible for Jey. After that day, aside from me apologizing to him and promising to behave -a promise I’d break tonight, but for good cause- Jey and I got to talking and I realized how inferior I was making him feel. It wasn’t fun for him anymore. I was just being plain ole disrespectful. So tonight, I wanted to see if Jey would go past the stern looks and loving yet discretely firm hand at the back of my neck that would instantly make my knees go weak. But I wasn’t trying to push further than he could handle. And I certainly didn’t know that tonight was gonna be the night that I learned that Jey wasn’t playing around.

As is my usual routine when I wanna be the ultimate brat while we’re out, I met Jey’s requests to go home once it the clock hit 2am with a flippant “in a sec.”

Roman noticed the exchange and he didn’t hesitate to lean in and whisper to Jey, “need me to handle it?” To which Jey shook his head.

“Nah, Uce. Don’t worry, I got this. Imma handle it. We’re leaving.” Jey said, his eyes boring holes through me as he spoke with his cousin.

The second time he came over to me as I was talking with some of my friends and co-workers, he whispered a low “You got two seconds to do what I tell you. When I count to two, you best be followin’ me out to the car. Do you understand? Or if you want I can leave you here with ya girls and you can get double the punishment tomorrow. You choose.” His tone left zero room for arguing and I felt both a spike of fear and excitement, making me wet almost instantly. with just those few words, I fuckin believed him.

I didn’t dare argue a third time.

He didn’t seem angry just… just focused. My ever-patient Jey, but with a slight edge to his entire aura that screamed dominance in a way that only a calm and collected demeanor could.

“So whatchu wanna do then?” He asked and I forced myself to meet his eyes, feeling my face go hot at the dominant and confident look I saw in them.

As I said goodbye to the girls then to Jimmy and Roman, I didn’t miss the proud look Roman shot Jey as we walked out.

~~~ “Get on my lap. On your stomach.” Jey said, waving me over with a crook of his fingers as soon as we got to our bedroom and I stripped down to my pajamas. I chose a simple white shirt and red checked shorts which ended up past my thighs as soon as I complied with Jey’s command.

“Yknow why I’m doin’ this, baby?” Jey asked as he his hand ran over my warmed-up ass, lighting my skin up with goosebumps as I rested my cheek to the side, against my crossed arms. I don’t know what the hell possessed me to say what I said next. It was like I couldn’t help myself. Brats are gonna do what brats are gonna do, I guess. And the infinite of trust I felt for him, especially in this very moment where he was falling through and taking charge like I’ve been dying for him to do, made it all the more easier to let the smart-assed quip fall from my lips.

“Cuz I was rude to you or whatever.” I clamped my mouth shut as soon as I said it as Jey chuckled softly. As if I were nothing more than exactly what I was being- a petulant brat.

That was definitely the last time I spoke out of turn.

In response, Jey landed four hard swats on each of my ass cheeks in quick succession. The sting had me squealing, my eyes watering, and my back bowing in pain almost immediately.

“Let’s try that again. Why am I doin’ this?” Jey asked again. This time I answered correctly.

“Cuz I was rude to you, I’m sorry…!” I exclaimed with watery eyes and a wobbly tone.

“Oh now you’re sorry, uh?.. nah. You’re not gettin’ outta this that easy, baby. You gonna take your punishment and you not gonna complain. You hear me?” He said calmly. Almost indifferent to my cries.

God I could feel my arousal pooling and pooling until I felt it trickle between my thighs.

“Yes, Sir.” I said instinctively and I felt him freeze ever so slightly. He froze for about a nanosecond as if he couldn’t quite believe his ears. It was so subtle I thought I almost imagined it. Then he slowly brought an arm around me and kissed my temple as his other hand continued to deliver my punishment.

By the time he was done spanking me I was a soaking wet and pliant mess. He didn’t stop until my sagged, my eyes went glassy and my thought was JeyJeyJeyJey…

Only then did he bring me to the center of the bed, keeping my ass up in the air as his cock sprang free from his jeans and he entered my wet cunt in one smooth motion that had my hands clenching in the sheets and my toes curling.

“O-oh my god…” I whined into the sheets.

“This what I gotta do to do get you to behave? Huh? This whatchu want?” Jey said, landing a sharp slap to my ass and I squealed as his cock jabbed at my sweet spot relentlessly despite his slow pace.

“Answer me.” He said, slapping my ass again and burying himself balls deep into me causing me to let out another choked squeal.

“Yes- yes, S-Sir- Jesus, Jey!” I babbled, gripping the sheets for dear life. My eyes crossed and I shut them tightly as Jey then laid my body out on the body, his front meshed to my back completely changing the angle of his thrusts once again. I let out a loud, long moan that transformed into another wanton whine as he continued to thrust slowly, making me feel every inch of him and as if we had all the time in the world.

“That’s right. Good girl. This is all you need, right? I’m all you fuckin need. You hear me?” Jey mumbles in my ear, slowly licking a trail up my neck and on my earlobe and back to my neck again. All I could muster was a disorientated nod and another pitiful whine of “Yes, Sir.” in response…

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overleftdown · 4 months

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angsty farleigh start blurb

hello hi fanfiction! mostly character study with a lot of sad hehehah. what else would one expect from me!

There are things that Farliegh took for granted. 3 months after leaving Saltburn, he realizes that money isn't really one of them.

Instead, he finds himself folded over a mug of lukewarm coffee at 2am, staring down a collection of postcards mounted on the far wall of his local diner. He had just finished working a double, unwilling to decline an offer that would bump both his pay and reputation. Farleigh has 8 hours until his next shift. He's staring at a postcard from Greece, a name hastily penned onto the front; the edges are worn, and the corners bent. He's wondering what's written on the side pressed to the yellowing popcorn walls. Almost absentmindedly, he lifts the rim of his mug to his lips and thinks, I wish I told them how much I wanted to see Mykonos. The coffee is bitter.

It becomes a constant, after that. Walking through the American snack isle and passing his favorite cereal brand, thinking I wish I had told them how good Reece's Puffs were. Catching the eye of a boy around his age with a piercing through his left nostril, thinking I wish I told Felix to get that one. Going, alone, to a movie theater and thinking I wish I told Venetia that I loved Rocky Horror Picture Show. On and on it went.

I wish I told them I saw the Grand Canyon, and that it was so gorgeous I lost my breath. I wish I told them that I always preferred white wine over red. I wish I told them that my silk bedding was so my hair wouldn't dry out, tangle, or tear. I wish I told them about the friendship bracelets I once made for us; that I kept all three in a box under my bed. I wish I told them I was scared of being insignificant. I wish I told them that I missed my mom and dad, that I'm farther from myself every day, that I might hate myself despite my arrogance.

Farleigh has spent his life hiding. There were dinner party invites that didn't extend to his father, yet somehow included him. Farleigh remembers sitting secluded, for once wishing he kept his hair short. Older women who wanted so badly to be young, gravitating towards him with greetings like "You're Frederica's son! I always wondered what you'd look like. I never expected a handsome young man like yourself." And the men; rough yet unworn hands that sometimes gripped the nape of his neck. "You're unique, Farleigh. It's hard to find someone who looks quite like you. You're maturing quickly." On and on it went. Despite the itching, Farleigh never cut his hair short. The Cattons would ask him why he insisted on such messiness, contrary his otherwise sharp fashion. Silk pillowcases. Five shampoo bottles, an array of hair creams--all kept out of eyesight. Better to let them believe his hair was a casual affair, and intentionally so.

The cocaine had been the least of his hidings (and look where that landed him). People are always sequestering the sunburnt, raw-rubbed, defective pieces of themselves. The things they so desperately clung to, bad habits like a bright red blemish on a ledger, or a lifeline. The first time Farleigh saw the inside of a teacher's lounge had been 30 minutes past the final bell, with a head of tangled hair that he had styled perfectly just 7 hours ago. He remembers accepting the offered cup of tea and thinking Felix won't notice I'm gone. He had told Felix what he did that evening, anyways. This, Farleigh had never thought to hide. Better not to. Better to tell Felix, who was so prone to flippancy, that he would do anything for a good grade.

"What, you're that shit at school, mate? Jesus. You better not tell anyone; you'd get ousted in days." Felix had said, a painful looking blush to his face. They had only been 16, after all. "I mean, seriously! I never took you for a pillock." At that, Farleigh had raised his eyebrows skeptically. There are some things that were abundantly clear. Uncle James had insisted that Farleigh required a higher education than whatever American dumpster he would be learning his times tables in, and the rest of the Cattons had quickly glued themselves to the idea. They liked to think that they were saving him from stupidity.

In the end, it had been Felix who told someone Farleigh's secret. Namely, his new friend that had been sitting in Farleigh's seat for the last 2 weeks. After countless meetings and scoldings, and significant attempts to publicly humiliate him, Farleigh was sent back to Saltburn before his transfer. When Elspeth and James asked, frantically, what Farleigh had been thinking, he had told them that he needed a better grade. They'd just have to try harder to save him. In truth, there were some things that never really went away, like a teachers lounge and a fresh cup of tea. Something secret, something just for him.

The things that Farleigh insisted on hiding were good things, already half-stained by the bad. A family photo album inside of a shoebox inside of a pillowcase inside of a duffel bag under his bed, next to the ornate little chest where he obviously kept his drugs. Photo strips, polaroids from New York City, his mom's peach scented powder blush, his dad's discarded tie clip. If you keep what really matters just far enough to the side of what people consider a secret, they'll never look any harder. Farleigh has always believed that your worst mistakes only marginally define your humanity. Really, it's what someone loves, isn't it? It's who they would change for. It's who they would make bracelets for.

Back to the diner, back to the present, back to a time and place where nobody really cared to distinguish a secret from a statement. Back to the postcard from Greece that Farleigh wants to rip off the wall, just to read what is obscured. Saltburn was so large of a life that it was impossibly surreal, too many millions of dollars past tangibility. Whatever was written on that postcard was touchable. A small piece of an even smaller existence. Farleigh was terrified of what it meant to be alive. To stash pieces of himself in dark places like stowaways on the Titanic. To carry what was left after the rest capsized.

I wish I'd given them those bracelets. I made them so they'd think of me, even when I wasn't there.

#farleigh start #character study #saltburn #op is losing it #farleigh omonomnomnomnom

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obxcline · 2 years

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LOVER part 1

PAIRING: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC

SUMMARY: Grace was the new girl in town and she caught the eye of a certain Bradley Bradshaw who made it his personal mission to show her what true love is.

WARNING: swearing, fluff, sexual content (eventually maybe), military men, Top Gun spoilers, DO NOT REPOST MY WORK thanks

Grace couldn’t remember the last time that she had actually stepped foot in the small beach town, but she assumed it was probably around her twenty-first birthday to visit her father. That made it nearly five years ago and one more years since her Aunt Penny had moved back to the area with Amelia in her custody and had been begging Grace to come visit.

There wasn’t much to do in the town unless you really wanted to join the Navy. There was the beach, a few food joints, Penny’s Bar, and a hiking trail she had enjoyed going to when she lived here previously.

Aunt Penny had alway told her niece that she had the type of personality that people just wanted to be around. Grace had the humor, smarts, and a huge heart. Giving each of those things out to everyone she came in contact with. It was why Penny selfishly wanted her around more.

But following a lay off from the banking company she had been working for out of college, it was no time like the present to visit her Aunt. Sure, it meant that she would be living in the guest house but it also meant that she was steps away from the beach and it wasn’t having to share an apartment with messy girls in their twenties.

But it did mean having to work at The Hard Deck. It was the local spot to hang out, decorated in twinkle lights, Navy memorabilia, and old photos from when the place first opened. The back patio opened and lead straight to the water, where she planned to spend all her free time listening to music or reading a trashy romance novel. But this bar is where Grace would spend most of her days now, from 3pm to the ungodly hour of 2am. Much different from her previous nine to five.

“We open around five, just make sure the glasses are clean and no one starts a fist fight. Other than that, you should be good on training.”

Aunt Penny patted her on the back and wished her luck on the first day before slipping off to talk to what seemed to be her old boyfriend. Grace had to give her credit, the man was definitely old enough to be her father but he had aged well. Penny definitely still had it and she definitely deserved it.

Holy shit, Grace knew that face. If it wasn’t Maverick, Penny’s ex something from years back before she had married her most recent husband. Pete Mitchell was back in town and she knew whatever brought him here couldn’t be great news. He was an amazing pilot, but only for the most risky operations.

Her ex husband was a piece of shit who’s never cared about Penny or Amelia and was eager to leave to go to Hawaii with his new wife.

“Can I get a tall Bud?” A sailor came to the bar. Grace nodded and quickly got him his drink, the late night rush finally pooling into the aged bar. Rock music playing loudly in the back, which made her miss the other man who had come to get a drink at the bar. Turning around she jumped at the sight of him.

“Holy shit- you scared me,” Placing a hand to where her fast beating heart was, he ignored her comment and ordered a Corona with a smile on his face and dark shaded sunglasses covering his eyes. He was tall, about a foot taller than her, and if he were to start a fight she probably wouldn’t be able to stop him. His mustache was typical, but Grace usually saw it only on Army men.

“Thank you,” still holding his smile he tipped his head in a respectful manner and made his way over to his group of friends, the other sailors. So he had been military, she should’ve guessed. After all, it was the only type of people to be coming to this bar for the most part.

Leaning over to clean off the table top of the bar she noticed a wrinkled napkin with messy handwriting in blue ink from one of the bar pens.

Call me sometime

And a number listed below the short message. It was attached to the receipt guy who had ordered the Corona. At the signature line, Bradley Bradshaw.

Laying in bed after a shower and a long night of work, she caved. Pulling her phone from the side table and texted the number she had saved from the dirty bar napkin.

She had to make the message snarky, but not too harsh. Wanting to be herself and not fuck up the message. If anything, Grace could tell he was a good lay and didn’t want to ruin her chances. Instead of calling, like the message had said she decided to text. After all, it was 3am and he may not be awake.

G: I usually never message military guys you know

She quickly dropped her phone to the bed trying to figure out if she was stupid for doing this and he would just laugh about her to his friends. But a buzz from her phone broke her train of thought.

B: well I must be special then

B: I never did get your name

Running her fingers through her hair, she sat up straight in bed trying to ignore the blush that came to her cheeks.

G: it’s Grace

G: and I newish here

Could she could anymore desperate and pathetic? Apparently her answer was no. And she had unwilling offered the information of her having previously lived here, but Rooster would only bring that up later. On base he was laying in his own bed, a little drunk and a little flirty.

B: you ever been to Sammi’s

G: no never

He waited a second to respond back. Not wanting her to think he was staring at his phone waiting for her text, just like he was. Phoenix would make fun of him if she knew how much thought he was putting into the text.

Girls only want set dates and decent guys. Phoenix had once told him in the bar after he had pissed of a girl he had been sleeping with for a few weeks. So, finally taking her word of advice, he sent his text.

B: how about this Saturday at 9am?

G: it’s a date

Fuck. Grace thought, now knowing that she definitely had a tendency to put a foot in her mouth. Maybe he didn’t want it to be a date? Maybe he just wanted to be friends?

B: it is most defiantly a date

He texted as if he had been reading her mind, followed by another text notification to light up her screen.

B: I’m looking forward to it

It was Wednesday the week Grace had plans to see Bradley on Saturday and she hadn’t heard from him in over three days. She figured it was his way of ghosting her, ask her on a date but get distracted by someone who was prettier the next day and never speak to her again.

Her suspicions were wrong when he showed up before opening with a wrapped bouquet of sunflowers. He stood confidently at the bar top waiting for her to meet him where he was, after she had dried off the beer glass that was in her hands. Rooster took of his sunglasses and hung them on the neck of his white T-shirt.

“These are for you.”

His apologetic smile and dreamy brown eyes had her forgiving him. Plus, she had never been given flowers from a man. Blushing, she took the bundle from him and got a pitcher from under the counter filing it with water and proceeded to cut the stems off and place them into the pitcher one by one.

“I’ve never actually gotten flowers from anyone before. So, thank you.”

“Well technically these are apology flowers, so they don’t count. I’ll get you more some other time.”

Rooster decided it would be easier if he just sat at the bar while he spoke with her. Watching as she focused on cutting the stems the same even heigh before placing them into the pitcher.

He did find it almost sad that no one had ever gotten the beautiful girl flowers before. He took a mental note of that comment and planned to surprise her, if he ever got the chance.

When he was younger he constantly saw his dad give his mom flowers. It wasn’t a special occasion or because there was a fight, it was just because. Just because his dad had wanted to shower her that he appreciated her.

“Oh, there will be another time?” Grace said with a teasing smirk on her face.

“Make no mistake, we are still on for Saturday. And if I win you over, plan to see you again…if you’ll have me. Plus, the flowers were to apologize for my lack in communication. Work has been crazy and I have been either flying, sleeping, or eating. In that order.”

Grace watched as he spoke with his hands, explaining that he wasn’t ignoring her it was just work. He didn’t dive into the work project that seemed to be consuming his mind, but now Grace knew what he did for work. A Navy pilot.

Bradley had energy and a charisma she had never seen before. Maybe that’s why she was drawn to him and willing to give him another chance that she wouldn’t have given any other guy. She just hoped that he wouldn’t give her a reason to regret it.

“There will definitely be a Saturday…and from there I’ll decide.”

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Part 2

#bradley bradshaw #top gun #rooster bradshaw #maverick #pete mitchell #maverick mitchell #goose bradshaw #nick bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw fanfic #Bradley Bradshaw imagine #top gun maverick

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yippeecahier · 10 months

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AITA for insisting on my husband moving his stuff?

This is the kind of thing I'd put on Reddit but with all thats going on, I'm sticking to Tumblr. So I (25 NB) got married to my husband (25 M) on June 24th this year and havent even been married a whole month. We'd talked about boundaries and communication and have had multiple sessions with a premarital and now marital counselor since we got engaged in March. Before that, we dated for 2 years and have known each other and been friends off and on since the 6th grade.

When it comes to boundaries, we have two that are pretty much unshakeable: I need consistent 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep in the dark (with either white noise or relative silence) and going to bed before midnight, and my husband needs alone time to play games for a few hours a day where no one will walk in (he has scopophobia from childhood trauma where his parents and siblings would barge in and even remove the door and fistfight him so now he interprets pairs of eyes as threats and wont use the university library for this reason; I wish I was joking, but I'm not, and my MIL confirmed this is true because she had my husband as an unstable teen and did, in fact, fist fight him in her 20s). I always thought these were both reasonable boundaries and could be worked with given compromise, but this is somehow more contentious than I thought.

I'm currently living in his 1 bed, 1 bath apartment. I was living out of my suitcase up to and a week after our wedding until our counselor told him he had to make space for me; much to his chagrin, I invited my mom over to help me because I was so overwhelmed by all the boxes from wedding gifts and overwhelmed from the wedding (which is why we didn't leave on a honeymoon right away). Our counselor, and now my parents (who are medical professionals), and two of our friends, say he needs to move his computer out of the bedroom.

I have autism, IBS, and a history of mental illnesses. He will lock the door to the bedroom that contains the only bathroom for hours at a time and take a long time to respond to texts. I will not be able to sleep in the bedroom or use the toilet for long periods of time. I'm exhausted and overwhelming from having to walk to the local stores to use the bathroom, and none of them are 24 hours so after 11pm I'm exhausted and having a really bad time. I live in the downtown area of a big city with him, so I cannot simply find a bush to pee/poo in. On one very humiliating occasion I used an empty food container to eliminate, and threw my waste in the trash because he wouldn't respond to his phone or unlock the door despite my panicked banging.

The stress of it, and being deprived of sleep past 1am every night only to be woken up by our neighbors at 9am is making my IBS worse and has triggered multiple meltdowns and psych episodes the likes of which I haven't seen for >2 years (including trying to walk to the train tracks to kms to escape the hell my brain was putting me through because I wasnt giving it the sleep it needs).

On one particularly bad incident, I was tired and took a nap in the morning after having a meltdown over seeing a dead cockroach in the kitchen during breakfast when my husband set multiple blaring alarms at 5am because he is a deep sleeper even though we went to bed at 2am (I did blow the situation out of proportion, but I was also sleep deprived and actively psychotic as a result). When my husband came back, he came in guns blazing and pulled me out of bed demanding to see the roaches, and expressed frustration that I went back to bed when I was freaking out about the roach over the phone some 15 minutes prior. We got in an argument about if we need to put in a request for pest control, and at one point, I yelled, "FINE, YOU’RE RIGHT AND I'M WRONG," and put my hands on his throat because I got triggered into an episode. I was shaking and asked to leave the conversation multiple times before it got to that point, but he wouldn't let me leave the kitchen - and pulled me back by my arm - until I'd heard a piece of his mind; that combined with waking up suddenly in the middle of my nap to an angry spouse after another successive night of sleep deprivation caused me to become violent whereas I'd never been violent to others in any episode before.

I regret it and apologized fervently and am trying everything I can to prevent that from happening again. I am not a typically violent person, and previous psychotic episodes only resulted in self-harm, not putting my hands on others. However, him not getting with the program I need to stay sane isn't helping. I started screaming and hitting myself during this last meltdown today over coming to a locked bathroom/bedroom door for the 3rd time after being out of the house for him to play games for 6 hours despite having another stress induced IBS episode, and immediately got back in my car to drive to my parent's house without any of my stuff.

I was deprived of sleep for the 3rd night in a row because I'm doing all the housework so he can have his games alone. His gaming computer is in the bedroom, which is locked, and he refuses to listen to requests to move the computer out of the bedroom or unlock the door because of his scopophobia. I can technically sleep on the futon, but I cannot brush my teeth or go to the bathroom because the bathroom is in the bedroom, and sleeping on the futon is interrupted because he refuses to sleep alone and will come out of the bedroom, wake me, and take me to bed with him at 3am.

Yesterday he got crabby because he "didn't get a break," and I told him I felt "hurt because it sounds to me like [he was] not grateful for the two hours I spent cleaning the apartment and dishes" the latter of which is his job, "to give [him] 2 hours to play games," to which he responded that he needs "at least 4 hours," "with the door closed and locked," and "complete silence," and my housework is "too noisy." This does not make sense to me because he cannot hear his phone notifications when I call or text to use the bathroom, and he is playing music. Moreover, knowing that the vacuum cleaner sets us both off, my parents gifted me a Roomba for cleaning that is much quieter, but he won't help to set it up.

He keeps suggesting compromises with my mom, our friends, and our marital counselor. None of them have worked, and none of them he has kept up.

1) My mom offered to buy him an L-shaped desk for him when she comes over next, but now he refuses to have her come over and doesn't want to spend money on an L-shaped desk. He also wants to use the L-shaped desk for everything BUT the tower.

2) We bought an IKEA desk for $10 at Goodwill and got cables for him to move his keyboard, screen, and mouse out of the room, but he refuses to move the tower (which has RGB that won't turn off while he's using it) out of the bedroom. Then, the door will not completely close because of all the cables running through it and I hear his music, games, and keyboard. His reason for not moving the tower? His dad (my FIL) cut the ethernet cable to the exact length for it to be in the bedroom and my husband wants to be able to lock the door to the bedroom and bathroom during the day (which he can stay there and play games all day, but don't lock the door to the only bathroom, I have literal IBS that will NOT wait. I already soiled a pair of shorts.)

3. My friend stayed with us for a bit while in transitory housing, which is how he justified locking the door (to masturbate without being walked in on). But even after our friend showed him how to turn on notifications from favorite contacts when he puts his phone on Do Not Disturb, he still silences his phone and locks the door.

4. We negotiated together with the marital counselor a possible compromise where I "own" the bedroom for 12 hours at night and he "owns" the bedroom for 12 hours during the day so that he can play games during the day at noon instead of at, say, 2am. He suggested implementing this the week after our wedding. It didn't happen, I brought it up with the counselor. He says it's because he's "on vacation" but we'll implement come July. It's a week into July and it still hasn't happened. I told him I need a functioning sleep schedule for my job two weeks BEFORE I start or I'll have a psych episode at work and get fired, and he agreed, and I still came home to a locked bedroom/bathroom door TODAY.

5) We talked about getting a two bedroom condo that's a walking distance from his university. His assets plus my salary (I'm the breadwinner right now while he's in college but he was in the military and has $40k in savings and $50k in stocks), and we qualify for up to $400k on our mortgage. He refuses to close on the 2 bedroom/2 bathroom condo I requested that's a 5 minute walk from his classes because it's "too expensive" at $375k, and he insists on a 2 bedroom/1 bathroom place for $315k that's a 15 minute walk from his campus. Even though I told him my IBS requires I have access to a bathroom at all times, he still will spend over an hour on the toilet watching YouTube even if he's not "sequestering" to play games. I won't hear a peep from him about sharing a bathroom to save $60k unless he changes his behavior. This also is the driving force behind why I want to try to move into a two bedroom condo ASAP, even though our lease ends in mid-November. He refuses because he doesn't want to pay rent for the apartment while we have a mortgage OR sublease/AirBnB it OR break the lease. I have argued with support from our realtor, mortgage broker, and my parents, that now is the time to find and close on a home because it's a several months long process, especially since we're using VA loans.

Moreover, his ass has the audacity to repeatedly twist my arm about having a baby. When we first got married, I said, "Sure, we can have kids; but first I have to find a way to be mentally stable without medications for a year straight while living with you before I can carry a viable pregnancy. I've been stable and unmedicated before, but that stability requires consistent sleep, a regular and highly regimented schedule, and consistent vigorous exercise to work." We're nowhere near that, (I fucking put my hands on him during an episode and even my OBGYN said given my medical history its not a question of if I'll get postpartum depression but when,) and he keeps asking me to schedule an appointment to change my birth control to something other than an IUD.

I'm an adult, I can leave my husband alone for 4 hours in complete silence with some effort and some frustration, but A BABY fucking won't, because it can't. It needs your attention every 2 hours to eat or poop or what have you. His kid cannot find something else to do like I can to leave him in silence most of the day unless they're in school (by age 5 and only during the schoolyear) or can drive (by age 16), but definitely not all night at any point between their birth and them moving out (given current economic trends, this wont be economically feasible until our kid is 30). Plus, the kid would occupy our 2nd bedroom in the condo and then I'd have to figure out how to get sleep in my husband's room and (share a bathroom if we go with his insisitence on a 1 bathroom cheaper condo) despite my IBS with TWO human beings, when sharing with one is hard enough.

We agreed to getting me a service animal from a program in Canada I'd been on the waiting list for since 2019, and the animal is available for me to take home this summer. I am going to Canada by myself because my husband doesn't have a passport, but we're meeting in New York to drive home together in a rental car with the animal. My parents understandably think this is an additional stressor since now I'm taking care of not only me and my husband, but also an animal. But I need something to step in and perform tasks to mitigate/alert to psych episodes.

Today he hugged me and told me he loved me and was so glad he "married [me]" because I "enhance [his] life every moment," but it feels like lip service when he won't move the computer or implement any of the possible solutions we came up with above. I wish I could say the same. I feel like my life is actually worse since I moved in. I'm contemplating quitting the new job, going back to my old one, and living with my parents until he can get his shit together enough that I can actually sleep and use the bathroom like a normal person.

I can't live with him like this, or one of us will get very badly hurt. I start work in two weeks, and need to be at work by 7am every day, so I cannot be stable enoigh to keep a job if I'm having psych episodes because I'm going to bed after midnight whenever he's feeling kind enough to remember me and unlock the bedroom door. I need two weeks to reset my sleep schedule. He says he understands after I scared him when I put my hands on him, and after each and every sleep-deprivation induced meltdown, but I feel like he really doesn't because none of his behavior has changed.

You are welcome to reblog to give an in-depth response if it doesn't fit in replies or DM me if you want it to be private. I'm desperate for help. He's not a bad guy. Everyone says that it's very apparent he loves me. He's my best friend, and I love him, but my health, sanity, and, in turn, our marriage are at stake if this doesn't get solved and soon.

#vent #advice #actually psychotic #actually audhd #actually autistic #actually adhd #relationships #marriage

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thehistoriangirl · 2 years

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I wanted to request a Jayce fic but I couldn’t think of one haha but hmmm maybe one where the reader was just a usual citizen and loves jayce and he loves them but then Jayce and Mel have a bit of a thing cause Jayce thinks that the reader doesn’t love him back and the reader is heartbroken and jealous like ofcourse he loves mel she’s the perfect looking woman and is so smart etc and then happy ending pls xx thank you!

Okay this one took a while because ✨ANON, YOU CREATED A MONSTER ✨ I'm going to divide this idea in a two parts fic bc I have no idea what to do to fix my mess sorry about it 😬

This Ache, Mistimed [1/2]

Jayce x gn!Reader-------4.7K-------SFW

You spent most of your lifetime inside your parents’ atelier located at the Talis factory of hammers. Since you were little, your mother taught you to engrave the hammers with the characteristic T of the Talis family crest, your father modeling the handles in wood and iron, while you used sandpaper to polish the imperfections.

It wasn’t so strange that you encountered Jayce Talis for the first time when you were eight years old. The only child of the Talis house liked to wander around the forges while taking notes about the fabrication of new objects that nothing had in common with his family hammers except the manufacture.

His eyes illuminated like beacons when he saw a kid around his age. He was playing with a horse toy made of metal by a cold forge near where your parents' atelier was localized. Red light filtered through the windows, welcoming the dusk and the chilly air that began to move your hair.

“Hello,” you muttered, half-hidden behind a worktable. “I thought nobody was here…” You usually came here to draw, an ashy-stained notebook tucked against your chest. “I will leave now. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“Hey, not go!” Jayce was aligning up rocks inside a coffer, multicolor hues reflecting against the gray ceiling when the light hit them. “What’s your name? I haven’t seen you here before.”

"I'm y/n, my parents work here." You were fidgeting with the pages. He extended his hands for you to shake them.

“Hi y/n, I’m Jayce. Do you want to play?”

You blinked. “Play what?”

“Whatever you want! I haven’t played in a long time, so whatever it’s fine while we’re having fun, right?” You knew how that feel, the fabric being too crowded but lonely at the same time.

Nodding you two began to play the catch game, your steps echoing around the walls alongside your laughs, that could be heard from that time onwards, the shadows only growing bigger as the time ran forward.

You also wanted to convince yourself that it was only natural to develop a silly crush on Jayce as time went by. Blaming your hormones, or simply trying to mask it like a misunderstanding: he was only your friend, a very dear friend.

As spontaneously as it come, it would disappear. It must, it was only logical.

“Fancy seeing you here, y/n.” Jayce peeked his head over the door frame. He was smiling, holding a paper bag with something that smelled like cooked meat. “Do you mind if I invite you to lunch?”

Your hands were covered in bronze powder, a burin played between your dexterous fingers as you finished another hammer handle. “Yes, wait a minute. I almost finish.” Since your parents decided to retire you had been in charge of the atelier, inheriting the duty of engraving.

“Some day you have to teach me how you carve so fast." Jayce took one of the stools laying around the room and sat next to you. The day of the noon reflected the metal laying carelessly on the table, a window showing the landscape of the city.

Chuckling, you pressed the last details into the wood and metal. This one was the second last step of the manufacturing process, the original signature of a Talis hammer. “I have to fulfill my quota of hammers per day, you know.”

“According to inventories, you’re ahead of the game.” You scoffed, you only had been made twelve out of thirty, and it was way past half your working hours.

“Inventories made by who, may I ask?”

Jayce raised his shoulders. “I don’t know. But people say he’s good with math, so he’s probably right about the quota, though.”

“Oh, that’s right!" You ended the work while Jayce took the handle out of your hands, fingertips touching mistakenly. You moved your hand out the way, Jayce's thumbs rubbing over the engraving of his family crest with a loving gaze. "What happened with your Academy application?”

A sly smile appeared on his face. “That’s why we are celebrating.”

You giggled while washing your hands in the sink localized in a corner of the room. “Is that smell of your mother's special roast chicken?"

“Who knows? Let’s go outside.”

You two encountered shelter on a bench outside the factory where a little garden was arranged to present a more aesthetic façade to the building. The workers usually came here to relax and cold down after the suffocating heat of the forges. Jayce and you used it since years ago to play board games, draw, and coloring books. Even now, in the wood, it could be seen some traces of crayons tinting the surface, scratches from metallic figurines both Jayce and you gifted each other every birthday.

It was Ximena Talis's special recipe for roast chicken. The sandwich was still warm when you bite it, remembering all the occasions Jayce’s mom cooked food for you two, or vice-versa. You moaned with your mouth full after starving all morning.

"It's a celebration meal," you leaned against him, nudging him with your shoulder. “You have to tell me everything.”

Jayce shrugged, pretending to look innocent, even if his eyes were blinking with barely contained amusement. “I don’t what are you talking about— hey!” he stopped when you bite off some of his sandwiches. “That’s mine!”

“I don’t what are you talking about, I didn’t do anything.” You tried to imitate his voice.

“Oh, you’re earning it now.”

You blinked, looking at him with your best puppy eyes while leaning against him, trying to sneak another bite of his food. “Earning what?”

He removed the sandwich, instead putting himself in front of you, almost bumping his chest with yours. You couldn’t avoid the sudden gasp that escaped from your lips, feeling Jayce's breathing moving your hair. Instinctually you tried to cast a joke, your words dying out of your mouth when you raised your eyes to his.

Your heart leaped when you noticed his eyes were directed towards your lips. You tried to repeat the same plea every night, that the feelings were mistaken, he was only your friend, it there was no way Jayce could think of you any different.

“Jayce?” you muttered when you thought you were about to pass out.

He blinked, patting your head. Just like that, the trance was broken. “Sorry, you had a bug in your head. I was watching it. ”

“Oh.” Of course. You were too embarrassed to keep your body too close to him now, thinking he would be able to hear your rampant heartbeat. If your hot cheeks weren't enough clue.

“The Kirammans accepted to be my patrons,” Jayce murmured while eating out the rest of his food. You directed your widened gaze from your shoes to him. “I’m going to enroll in the Academy next week.”

A euphoric laugh flowed from your lips to the air around you both. Hugging him to the side, you feel tears burning in your eyes.

“I’m so happy for you! I knew it! I knew you could do it! I’m so proud of being your friend.” You snuggled your cheeks against his shoulder, looking up at him with brilliant eyes. “I’m so proud of you, Jayce.”

He smiled softly, caressing your hair. “Thanks for believing in me. I would never forget it.”

You pulled away slowly. “Would you come to visit?”

Jayce interlaced his fingers and put them in his lap. “I will try, but it won’t be so often.”

“I know," you answered, even if the blunt truth stung your heart a little. "I'm still happy for you. Please not forget me when you become famous.”

He blurted in a contagious laugh. "I wouldn't dream of it, y/n." Jayce stood up and hugged you when it was time to say goodbye. You buried your face against his shirt trying to freeze this moment in time, to remember his essence and the warm feeling that his sole presence poured over your body. “Not for anything in the world.”

*~*~*~*

Jayce kept his word. But it didn’t change much.

While he visited during the holidays, he spent most of his time with his mother or in the Kirammans’ mansion, assisting at fancy parties. Jayce tried to invite you a couple of times before, but since the cold, hostile stares of that Mechanical Talent Competition at the Academy that kept you ostracized in a dark corner while Jayce was dragged away from your time and time again, you stopped accepting, much for Jayce’s sake.

With each semester conquered at the Academy, a bigger crevice expanded between your worlds. While he spent his days working away in the state-of-art laboratories in Piltover, maybe even the whole world, you were still in the same workshop engraving hammer handles all day, frozen in time as he was moving further and further away from your grasp.

Sure, he still sent you a letter for your birthday, and you still hung out with him on the scarce occasions he had time. But those moments seemed more like a memory. And when he told you about his Hextech theory, you knew he was a step away from glory. When Jayce cracked down on his theory to make it a reality, he would become the greatest inventor Piltover would have ever seen.

And you would be still the same worker at his family factory.

Who knows? Maybe one day he would still remember you like a distant memory and nothing more.

*~*~*~*

You couldn't attend Jayce's trial, but you did attend his celebration party when his theory thrived as a fact. Ximena Talis saw you standing far from the spotlight dominated by him and the Councilor that declared herself as his new sponsor, but Jayce didn’t.

He looked so different without his Academy uniform; the gala suit perfectly tailored made him resemble a prince. And your heart ached when you left the party early after a busy day at the factory.

The next day, Jayce went to your atelier with a slice of cake.

“What’s this?” you murmured with brows furrowed.

"From yesterday's celebration. You couldn't make it, right? You like fancy sweets, so I brought you cake. The chocolate is imported.” He was smiling while checking the new design of the Talis hammers, slightly modified with his insight. “Do you change the family crest?”

“A little, now I use gold and red to form the T." Your hand was painted with red metal. “Do you want to go outside?”

Jayce grimaced. "I'm sorry, y/n. I must come back to the Academy. We are creating a prototype of Hextech that would allow good to travel as fast as light.”

You smiled a little, even if your eyes were adverting his gaze. You didn't want to see your disappointment. The last thing you wanted was to drag him down with your selfish desires.

“Of course, not worry about it. Goodbye. Thanks for the cake.”

“I will come back one of these days, yes? There’s this new cafeteria near the Arts District that prepares incredible beverages. We should go some time."

You nodded; voice neutral. “Yes, sound good.”

Jayce hugged you before he left, but it was so quick you didn’t have a chance to reciprocate. He was already gone when you gathered the courage to hug him back.

Days later you two went to the cafeteria. It was a lazy afternoon, the sun wasn't that warm to make it suffocating staying at the tables outside the place. Your iced coffee wetting the glass and your fingers every time you drink it. A gentle breeze moved your hair while you leaned with your elbows towards Jayce's place, looking at his gesturing hands.

Jayce was talking about his new invention—the Hexgates, showing you with a wrinkled napkin and a pencil that he always carried around how they would look once finished.

A shadow covered the sun pouring over the table. Both of you looked up, a woman dressed in a completely white suit with a black collar and gold details outlining the clothes was smiling.

Jayce blinked. “Elora, what are you doing here?”

She nodded slightly. “Good afternoon. I’m sorry to interrupt, but Councilor Medarda wishes to see you. Regarding an urgent matter with the last prototype of the Hexgates. Your partner told us you were here.”

You looked away when you felt Jayce’s legs bouncing under the table.

“It’s fine, Jayce. You should go.”

His eyes were wide, a sad gesture governed his features while he extended his hand to take yours, stopping a few centimeters away. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. I’m not going to drag you down with me. “We will have another chance later.”

He stood up, nodding towards both you and Elora. “Right. I will make it up to you, I promise!”

You observed his figure striding up the Academy, Elora telling him something and him gesturing vividly as an answer until they were too far away to distinguish. Up the Academy where he belonged, while the factory and your home were down the twisted streets of the Industrial District near the bridge and the Undercity.

Two worlds.

Finishing your iced coffee, which now tasted more bitter than before, you realized that the only way to stop hurting was to trace a line. You were stupid and thought your feelings were a fleeting mistake, now, years later, you were tired of facing the same heartless consequences of feeding your hope only to be snatched away from you.

Maybe if you cut off all contact, you could pretend the feelings—Jayce himself, wasn't a part of your life anymore. A risky bet, but you were desperate enough to try.

The first time was the hardest. Turning down Jayce caused your chest to hurt for days, an echo of longing at seeing him leave with his shoulders dropped and low head. But with time, you get used to, lies flowing up your lips with excuses for every chance he got to spend time with you.

You grew colder as he comprehended the situation. Even if his ideas were inaccurate, was enough for him to stop trying. Jayce stopped asking, and you stopped caring as much as you could, trying stupidly to hate him even when deep down you were aware everything was your fault.

Everything began because of you. But you weren’t brave enough to even imagine finishing it.

Years passed by, and you both became a memory in each other’s treasured past.

Time ran off, you grew tired of your dull job at the Talis factory, and Jayce became a Councilor. Of course, he did.

You were at the Talis’ family house, Ximena Talis sitting in front of you. The tea she served you was already cold when you drink a sip. Her brows were furrowed, a deep grimace on her face.

“Are you sure of your decision, dear?”

“Yes. I’m immensely grateful for letting me keep my family atelier inside your factory, Mrs. Talis. But I'm tired of doing the same thing for over fifteen years." You looked away from the photographs hung on the wall, one of them of you and Jayce hugged while at one of his birthday parties. “I want to start anew, I guess.”

Her brown eyes read the depths of your soul, but she didn’t mention the obvious rift between you and his son.

“Very well, dear. If you wish so, then I will write your termination agreement and give it to you in no more than a week." Nodding you went to extend your hand for her to shake, but instead, she stood up and went face to face to hug you. “I’m going to miss you. You are like a daughter to me.”

You grasped her shoulders, burying your face against her neck as you did with your mother. Sobs made your body tremble like a leaf against a cruel wind. She patted your back, trying to soothe you.

I’m sorry, this is all my fault. But the words stuck on your throat, a knot growing bigger and bigger even when your tears were falling freely.

You left the Talis’ house with puffy eyes and a red face. Looking back, you nodded slightly as if saying goodbye.

*~*~*~*

Days later, you had your termination contract and were piling up the tools your parents used to build the reputation of this atelier. Wooden boxes were piling up against the table, and the only thing left was your childhood toys. Many of them were made by Jayce.

It hurt to touch them, remembering all the glorious times left behind.

There was a knock on the door. Your hand froze, shoving hurriedly the mechanical toys inside the last box.

“My mom told me you were leaving.” You tighten your jaw at hearing his soft tone. You missed it, you missed him.

“I’m going to miss you,” you muttered with a breathy voice, not able to meet his gaze. "What brings you here?" He was supposed to be at the Council or the Academy.

You could see his wide frame moving from side to side, unsure to cross the threshold. “I’m… I wanted to invite you to my birthday party.” His hands were firmly tugged against his stomach, shoulders dropped. He looked like a copy of his younger self. “It’s going to be in Council Medarda’s residence. And I can invite whoever I want, so I thought of you. I…” his voice trailed off, slightly cracked. “I… it would make me very happy if you could come.”

A ‘no’ was forming inside your mouth, but you swallowed it. Looking directly at him now that his gaze was directed towards the ground made you want to cry. It was probably best to use this opportunity as a closure for both of you.

“I will be there.”

His head jerked up, a wide smile breaking over his grimace. “Really? I mean— thank you. I’ll be waiting for you.”

You almost chuckled, nodding him softly before giving him your back to finish up the packing of your things.

The party went just like you imagine it. You were glued to Ximena’s side or lounging on a lonely corner not-to-close to Jayce’s partner, Viktor, that looked as socially drained and bored as you.

Even Ximena was deep in conversation with other families. But you? No one approached you outside Viktor and Ximena. Jayce was long gone, people surrounding him at a prudent distance all the time he went to talk to you.

The gift’s box felt too heavy when you put it in his hands, the last time your fingertips brushed against the others. You wanted to respect the tradition of your past gifts, a colored-metal carving of a photograph of you two, the last photo you took when you went visiting him in a Progress Day festivity. In the back of the photo, you carved a useless, hypocrite apology.

You hoped he would never open it.

It was late already, but the guests were still fueling around thanks to expensive wine and other liquors you didn't dare to grab from the platters the waiters traveled down the hall.

Viktor had left without your knowledge. Now you were the only person leaning against the wall. Sighing, you went to look for Ximena.

The aristocracy looked at you with a soft scowl, eager to show your place now that Jayce wasn’t here to look at them.

“Mrs. Talis, I’m leaving.”

She nodded. “Yes, dear. It’s already very late. Thanks for coming.”

Guilt struck your chest. “Do you know where Jayce is? I don’t want to go without telling him.” You wouldn’t see him again, probably. You at least wanted to say goodbye properly.

“I think he’s by the further balconies,” one of the merchants said, swinging his flute of liquor with each word to show the direction.

“Thank you. Goodbye Mrs. Talis, have a good night.”

The further section was silent, each step the sound of the conversation muffled away. You felt like an invader, roaming in an unknown home like that, peeking at the corners and hoping no one would cross your way.

The hallway opened into an enormous balcony that looked like a living room in plein air, with couches, plants, imported rugs, and even a half-painted canvas. You were so enthralled in the golden accents and the exquisite, minimal, and regal decorations that you didn't catch the two figures entangled on the balcony’s edge.

Your eyes widened when among the semi-penumbra you viewed Jayce entangled in a kiss with another woman. No, no just a woman. It was Councilor Medarda's spotless white dress, the golden accents of the metal decorating her back and legs shining a sole lamp swinging with the air.

You wanted to stop but were too astounded that your brain didn’t follow the command. Your feet knocked out a plant pot, the sound of ceramic breaking making them pull away with a deep, annoying glare towards you.

Until Jayce distinguished your figure outlines with the abundant light inside. He called out your name, his hands still enveloping Councilor Medarda’s body. But you were far from the hall, running as fast as you could to get out of there.

Tears prickled your vision as you stumbled with different assistants who screamed at you to pay attention. But you didn’t care. This was a mistake. You shouldn't have come, you should have never pushed him away, you should just left quickly, it was the best, you…

You took the empty elevator, ignoring the distant footsteps that were tailing you. Your reflection inside the metal cage was pitiful; messy hair, red eyes, and winced lips. Your hands were fists, trying the pain of your nails digging the skin would distract you from the raising void consuming your heart and leaving you both hot and cold.

The streets were being patrolled by Enforcers around the building. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could, but you knew that running away from the place would only make them keep questioning you for 'suspicious behavior', so you descended the stairs as calmly as you could.

At least, until you heard him calling your name from the entrance hall.

You sprinted off the entrance, flying over the carved stairs.

“Y/n, wait!” He sounded out of breath, as he would have taken the stairs while you were using the elevator. “Please.”

His wounded voice made you look back at him. Your feet slip down one step, the gravity pulling you down the remaining stairs.

It hurt the friction of the rock scratching your knees and hands, but it hurt way more when Jayce tried to hold you to put you on your feet.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” you screamed, crawling away from him. Angrier with yourself every second that passed. You suppressed a cry when you support your right foot on the ground, wobbling, you struggled to keep yourself steady.

Jayce was frozen. You had never screamed at him, much less with such force.

“You probably twisted your ankle. Please, let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help, thank you." You grumbled as you were limping away. The Enforcers were looking from a distance, which made the situation even worse. Here you were, a nobody snapping at a Councilor.

How pathetic.

“Then tell me what’s wrong!” his voice was beginning to raise, too. “Tell me why you began to hate me.”

Your bottom lip was trembling, and at any minute you were about to burst into tears. He approached you, and because you were trying so hard not to look at him, you didn’t notice until you felt his hand lying softly on your shoulder. He was trying to console you like when you were younger, but it was just making it worse.

The sudden warmness of his skin distracted you for a moment, a flash of images of all the moments you enjoyed his casual touches as if it were a big deal for both of you, and not only part of your daydreaming.

“Nothing! You haven’t done any…thing!” your voice cracked, and you hit your feet against the ground, the sharp pain of your ankle sending some reason to your senses. Jayce jumped away at your sudden movement. "You haven't done anything," you mumbled, tears falling free on your cheeks. "We didn’t do anything.”

“Is that why you left like that?” From the factory? From my life? Jayce didn’t have to say it out loud for you to read it in his eyes.

You tried to wipe off the tears staining your vision. He was extending a hand towards you, too scared to decide to touch you. The crack was never more visible. And it was all your fault.

“I leave because it’s the best I can do.” You took your purse against your chest as if it were a plushie. “For you not to look after me anymore.”

You looked at him, you were saying this looking him right in the eye.

“What are you…?”

“We can’t be friends, Jayce. I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” You were trying so hard not to crumble in front of him. You wished he could be mean and cold, to get angry and yell at you.

It would make it easier to hate him.

"Please not say that. If… If I ever did something wrong, please tell me what it is, and we could amend it. I will amend it.”

You don’t love me. But that’s not a mistake.

A sarcastic chuckle bubbled out your throat. Not even him broking your heart was enough for you to hate him.

"I thought being your friend would be enough but… it isn't. I can't stand it anymore." You paused, feeling each of the words formed in your tongue burn and make a hole inside your chest once they got out. "I know you're dating Councilor Medarda, and I wish you happiness. But I can’t pretend I’m happy with just being your friend now.”

The words seemed ashy, all you could hear was the raging of your heartbeat in your ear.

"I will get over you. Eventually," you mumbled. "But for that, I have to get away from you. To pretend you don’t exist anymore. Or that you ever existed. That’s why I left. That’s why I’m leaving now. And I wish you to not follow me.”

Even if your eyes were teary, you could see how Jayce clenched his jaw.

"I wish I could just erase how I feel about you, so we can be friends like always. But I can't. No matter how much I keep telling my heart I don't want you, it just… doesn't change anything." Tugging at the loose threads in your heart, you tried to apologize, at least. “I’m sorry to ruin our friendship this way. I know you don’t feel the same way. But I just… needed to tell you so I can move forward. I’m sorry I messed up. But I hope you never forgive me. Please hate me, Jayce. It would make things easier, for both of us."

With tears trapped behind his hazel eyes, Jayce pressed one of his fists against his mouth. Both were frozen, in the eerie silence it could be heard the buzzing electricity of the streetlamps above your heads and your agitated breathing.

“Y/n…”

“Please just let me go!” you cried. “Be happy and forget about me. Our time is over.”

Please hate me, please make me hate you.

Jayce raised his top lip, nose wrinkled. For a second, he covered his mouth as if he were about to yell something back.

His eyes were flicking with tears trapped. But he just sighed, turning on his heels and disappearing out inside the building.

You limped away from the building as far as you could until you found a dark corner in an alleyway you could refuge inside. Your wounded leg hugged against your chest as you made yourself a ball and rocked back and forth, hiding your head between your limbs to try to hide your misery. Sobs emerged from the depths of your being, and tears were falling, hot and messy on your contorted face.

Everything hurt. And you wished, while an Enforcer tapped your shoulder asking if you wanted help, that everything would keep hurting for a while.

Maybe, that way, the love poisoning your being would finally abandon you.

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bobathirstaccount · 11 months

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Extra Credit: Slow burn + Sharing a bed Prompts

Boba x fem!reader, vague plot w porn 2nd part, feels, fluff, more spaceship talk than I was prepared to research, slight action/adventure moment

2 Parts

Boba POV 1st part, Reader POV 2nd part

PART 1

PART 2

Your datapad beeped. Curious, you checked who the sender was. It was 2am local time, but you saw this was interplanetary. It was from a private number. Boba? You tried not to get your hopes up. It had been about 3 weeks since the job had ended. You were finally healed up, but with a new scar along your left thigh. You opened the DM.

- Hi. Found you that ship. 80,000 credits you want it?

You smiled. Boba.

- Does it have a sick paint job?

The reply was immediate.

- No but you can fix that

Your smile grew wider.

- Where?

You wanted to leave now. Maybe Boba would be there?

- Naboo. Go to the main hangar in New Centrif, dock 320. I have to be there to get you the price; it was a special negotiation

You hummed contentedly to yourself. How to respond? You decided to play it nice and easy.

- Ok cool. I’ll be there within a day

The ping was again immediate.

- K

You hopped out of bed while typing a response. Once you were dressed and packed, you checked the wording once more before sending it.

- Will you help me find someone that’ll mod her? I need a paint job asap. What’s her call sign?

You checked out of your motel and headed to the intergalactic transport. Once you got there, you bought your 1-way ticket and got comfy at the gate. You were four hours early. You checked your DMs again.

- Call sign Baze II. Yes

You grinned to yourself. More time with Boba.

- I’ll be omw soon

His reply was quick.

- K

You decided against responding. Best to not seem too chatty or excited. But you were.

***

“So, you’re the special ‘associate’ Boba’s been so secretive about?”

Boba spoke before you could formulate a response. ‘Enough chatting; let’s do the deal.”

The Gungan laughed. “You’ve got my interest, what with this negotiating a price for someone else, is all. Now lemme talk to your attractive friend.”

You tried to keep a neutral expression. Boba readjusted his blaster. “I’m busy, hurry up.”

The Gungan looked from you to the blaster to Boba. He opened his mouth, “Okay but, just one question -“ Boba cut him off.

You laughed softly as the Gungan grumbled quietly, doing the sale. Boba stood stoically. Finally it was time. You pressed your thumb to the datapad to complete payment. 90,000 credits, after local taxes. So you had 10,000 left to get a paint job. You wondered if Boba would help you with the price of that too.

“Let’s go see your new baby,” Boba swept out of the office area and into the corridor leading to the docking bay. You hurried after him.

“She’s real ugly right now. But she’s got a lot of promise, and is already fitted with turboblasters and a laser cannon.”

You realized even 100,000 was low for this ship. “How’d you get that price?” You blurted out.

“Oh, he owed me, no big deal,” Boba dismissed. He turned a corner and you followed, looking adoringly at him. He stopped short and pointed. You followed his direction. Your ship. You ran up to her. Circling her, you made plans to get her fully repainted.

Boba followed you up through her to the cockpit. He settled into the copilot’s seat. “Test drive?” He asked casually.

“Totally.” You hopped into the pilot’s seat. She started smoothly. You took her up and out of the hangar, through traffic and up into the atmosphere. Zooming around, you went nowhere in particular as you acquainted yourself with your new ship.

“What do you think?” Boba put his feet up.

“Love her, she’s so smooth. Can’t wait to get her painted up.” You turned to him happily.

He nodded. “Well I found a place.”

Smiling, you asked, “They owe you too?”

He laughed, “Nah, but I heard she does good work for good prices.”

You turned around and headed back to the hangar. “You wanna get some food?” You asked, a bit nervous.

“Okay. What do you like?”

***

Dinner over, Boba walked you back to your ship. “So, what ya gonna paint her?” Boba had drunk a lot of fire whiskey.

“Mm, something with a flaming skull for sure,” you joked.

“Hah, that’s funny, you’re funny.” He took a step towards you.

You looked into his helmet, wondering if you could ask him to take it off.

“I’m- I should get back to my ship.” He didn’t budge.

“You wanna… hang out?”

“Yeah, alright.” He turned abruptly and went into your ship without you. You followed him, closing the ship up as you did. You had plans.

He stumbled into the passenger seating area. Sitting, he kicked his feet up again. “So, now what?”

You sat down next to him.

“You gonna try to take advantage of me? I’m not that drunk… yet.” He produced a small flask.

You couldn’t believe your ears. You took the flask from him and took a sip as he removed his helmet. Passing it back, you said, “Better hurry up and get drunk, then.”

He hmmmed at you before taking a big sip out of his little flask. Nudging you, he passed the drink back. Sipping, you tried to think of what to do next. Boba had ideas.

Suddenly he started squirming in the seat, until he figured out how to lift the arm rest. He immediately laid his head in your lap. Looking up at you, he said, “The view is nice here.”

Whoa. Your mouth got dry.

“We should race our ships sometime,” Boba played with the zipper on your jacket.

“Yeah, okay,” you felt giddy. The hand playing with your zipper slipped under your jacket. It rested lightly on your side. “Hi,” he said.

“H-hi,” you murmured.

“You uh, wanna show me where you’re gonna sleep? I wanna see if it’s bigger than the bed we were sharing.”

“Okay,” your body started tingling in anticipation.

He stood and helped you to your feet. Instead of letting go, he held onto your arm. He pulled you close against himself. “Or we could just hang out here,” he offered, arms around your waist.

You thought about pros and cons of having a bed right now. “Mm, bed,” you decided. Smiling mischievously, he released you, “Lead the way.”

He was close on your heels the entire way there. You started to present the bed, a respectable twin size. He pushed you down into it. “Hmm, too roomy,” he complained, crawling in on top of you.

“You think so?” Your body was buzzing and your panties were damp. Boba groaned softly. “Let’s test it out.” He pressed the bulge in his pants into your thigh. Electrified, you wrapped your legs around him.

“I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes’ cause mmm…” Boba kissed up your throat slowly. You kissed each other feverishly when he reached your mouth. His hands went to your hips, where he pulled your pants down and off. He kept kissing you hard as you heard him undo his belt.

Your body lit on fire and you found yourself softly whimpering. “I like the way you sound right now,” Boba grabbed your hips and pulled you across the bed and against himself. His shaft rubbed into your panties.  ”Hmm, so naughty… you’re so wet for me, hmm?”  He kissed you again. “You’re gonna get dicked down,” Boba slid one finger under the hem of your panties. You felt the fabric glide down your skin, making you shiver. Boba tossed your panties over his shoulder.

“Omigosh,” you managed to get out before he was rubbing himself into you and grunting obscenely. As his shaft slid in between your wet folds, you arched your back and begged for More.

“You sure you can handle more?” Boba teased. His hands felt up and down your body, lightly massaging you. “I have a confession - I’ve been wanting you since we shared that bed,” he kissed your mouth.

His touch became slightly harder, “Can’t get you outta my head, in fact… no one else will do.” Before you could think, he had flipped you over and pulled your hips up so you were on your elbows and knees. You felt the mattress shift as he positioned himself. His hands caressed your hips for a moment before gripping them firmly.

“You look great from this angle…” He pulled you back onto himself. Groaning, he pushed in the rest of the way. His hips set a hard pace as he grabbed your neck with one hand. The other was still gripping your hip harshly.

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. As he slid in and out of your pussy, he groaned, “I’m so hard, you’ve really done me in. Now I’m gunna do you in.” He quickened the pace, still holding you in place by your neck. You felt him bringing you to orgasm already; his thick length felt like the perfect tight fit for your pussy.

“Oh dank ferrick, shit, fuck,” you moaned. Boba continued to pound into you, grunting under his breath. You squirmed and bucked your hips as your pussy grew tighter and you felt yourself on the edge of cumming.

“Oh fuck, mmph, baby,” Boba grunted as you came hard on him, moaning his name and nearly going limp in his grasp. Rocking your hips, you mumbled nonsense as Boba’s hips continued to snap into you. When you were spent, he released you and pulled out abruptly. He grunted and you felt him cum on your ass. He flopped down beside you. After a moment he wiped his cum off you and rolled you over so you were on your side. He cuddled into you so that you were little spoon.

“I like you a lot,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you blurted out.

He squeezed you momentarily, then further confessed, “I wanna keep seeing you… just you.”

Your heart fluttered and you felt like you might cry. You sucked in a big breath before exhaling and saying more calmly this time, “Me too.”

He squeezed you again. Kissing your shoulder, he murmured, “so now that you’re my girl, I’m gonna confess again… I couldn’t find you a ship within your budget, but I really wanted to talk to you again. So, I found this ship and just paid the difference.”

Your eyes widened. “How much?”

“Oh… like $90,000 give or take.”

“You paid $90,000 credits just to talk to me again?!” You exclaimed.

“Yeah.” You felt him shrug.

You felt warm all over. Sniffling a bit, you felt grateful. “Now that I know my worth, you’ll never get away with anything,” you sniffled, laughing a bit.

He kissed your shoulder again. “I’m fine with that, princess.” His hand slid into yours. Holding hands lightly, you both fell asleep.

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living4mybrazilianalpha · 2 years

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Full property (part five)

If for one thing Rick was not into piss at first. He had caught up very quickly on discipline and humiliation. He had a very strong foot fetish as Bradley. But he would not dare piss on or in me.

Bradley had the habbit to do it every morning and pretty much at any moment of the day. And I was drinking it thoroughly.

Rick had never tried and did not seem interested. He was avoiding it when Bradley used me as his personal toilet. One morning Bradley really insisted. « Come and try ». Rick did. Put his cock in my mouth but was unable to do anything.

Bradley decided a different approach.

The following Saturday night the three of us went to the local gay night club. They were having a fetish night.

For the first 2/3 hours I was authorised to have a beer and requested to stay on the side. I was wearing only shorts, trainers and had kept my collar.

Bradley and his lover were dancing. I could see how well they were matching and I could see how deeply in love my Master was. No doubt these two had found each other. I had to be lucky to be kept around and it did reinforce my understanding that I had to serve Rick the best I could if I wanted that menage à trois to go on.

Around 2am Bradley took me to the club bathroom. He put a hood and a funnel on me, then hand cuffed me, forces me to kneel and tied me up to the wall. That was his idea. He wanted to make me available as an additional piss toilet. It was new to me to do it in public but I knew better than ever how limited choices I had.

A few guys were already around but Bradley went first . The hood was hiding my face but transparent enough for me to see. My Master was taking a huge and strong piss when Rick entered the toilet. “You should try here. Make is as if it was just another toilet bowl”. Rick came and again tried. He pissed a few drops but could not really. His cock was hard but unable to urinate. Bradley advised for another beer and Rick left for a while

There was now a line of 10 at least. Bradley made sure they would come in order. “Everyone will have his turn. The toilet has huge capacities”. He was giving me 2/3 mn breaks in between. Sometimes allowing couples to do it together. It did overflow several times and I was quickly soaked with piss. Even worse at one point I could not refrain to piss on myself, making all the audience laugh at ma and insulting me even louder.

Then Rick came back. Through my hood I could see him watching from distance and from the little I knew him by now, I could catch his resolve. I could understand where he was as well. To please Bradley he knew he had to enter that kink too. Seeing all those guys so comfortable with using a human toilet, he probably thought it was just more fun and after a few minutes of intense thinking, from what I could guess, he stepped in the line and took his turn. I caught Bradley having a big smile. We were both about to bring him big pleasure. His new boyfriend by pissing and his slave drinking.

When Rick turn came it took him only a few seconds to push a long and quite diluted flow of piss. Bradley was next to him. The second he finished Bradley gave him and intense kiss and again I was badly jealous. But I knew we had made a big step and I was ready to take the rest of the line. No matter what.

Bradley allowed three more and then offer to the remaining others as an alternative to collectively shower me. I ended up taking 5 men at the same time. And to my surprise Rick joined again. Being the most cheerful at my humiliation. “Come on toilet, take all that piss over you. That’s what you are made for”…

From that day, every morning when they wake up, I am in the bathroom with my hood and funnel on. Bradley usually piss first. Then Rick joins.

There again Rick has made it more systematic. Whenever at day time he has a need he snaps his fingers twice. I know it means I have to get my funnel and be ready. And he laughs at my humiliation making me feel even worse. He sometimes leaves me in the bathroom waiting before coming. Making me feel deeply where my place is and how low my role in this is limited to the worse tasks. Rick gets more and more vocal as much as he builds up his confidence as a Master himself. And breaking his initial piss taboo has brought that confidence to new levels.

Lately Rick has been mentioning going further and using me also as a toilet paper. I know Bradley and him will leave me no choice and I love that too

(To be continued)

#faggot humiliation #piss kink #faggot training #alpha master

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shortcrust · 1 year

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Hello! I just want to say that I've long admired your writing style and am always so thrilled to see something new you post no matter the fandom! I was curious what your thoughts are on the expanded universe of your keep with me forward fic - do Eddie and Steve ever move back and closer to Robin and the kids? What does their life end up looking like!

Hello! First I would like to say that I cannot thank you enough for such a kind, thoughtful and generous compliment; I am so, so touched! Genuinely, I've been beaming for hours. I really enjoyed writing keep with me forward and I have a little festive surprise coming later this week, because I like to think it's a warm verse that suits this time of year, maybe. So hopefully you enjoy that!

As for where they end up! I think that in a couple of years the government eventually says, hey, you’re out the woods and not our problem any more, and Eddie says, great, thanks, I’m taking the house in the divorce. Maybe they stick around Waterloo for a bit longer; they like it, and they have friends there, and they’ve finally fixed the hot water. Eddie’s made manager and the pub stays the same only there’s music every weekend, just local kids with their angry new bands or aging dads with their old guitars from their old angry teenage bands. He only plays himself when they can’t get anyone else on the tiny stage, because he has someone else to sing to now. They learn to talk to each other, too. In the wintertime Steve learns how to put snow tyres on a school bus.

I imagine that eventually they move. It’s sad to leave the pink house. (It’s still pink, even though they’ve repainted it several times, each a different shade - peach, watermelon, taffy and flamingo.) They’ve got good memories there. But the memories are friends sat on the floor, or evenings in the low light together, or burning food onto the kitchen equipment, and all of those can travel. The whole point of Waterloo wasn’t that Waterloo was unique, or special, but that unique and special things can grow wherever if you love them.

So yes - maybe the next house is blue, and it’s down the road from where Robin’s sticking around UChicago to do a graduate thesis on 18th Century wind instruments. Maybe it’s yellow, right where DC meets Maryland, and they’re only renting there because Nancy’s doing a whole piece on the election and she can’t afford it on her own. I particularly like the one where it’s whitewash, a careful distance from Cambridge, MA, and sure Steve only collects a drunk Suzie from outside a nightclub at 2am the one (memorable) time, but in his eyes that’s more than enough for the whole place to be worth it. But maybe it’s just brick and has an awning and a downstairs bedroom for Wayne and it’s back in Hawkins, where they always seem to end up anyway so why not cut out the middle man. I think that wherever they go, afterwards, they know that you can make a home anywhere, with the right person, and also with - and within - yourself.

#thank you so so much for the ask!#stay tuned for Lisa & Wayne's Waterloo WI Christmas this weekend!#stranger things #steddie

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halikyon · 10 months

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It's almost 2am and I can't sleep so maybe I'll write about my WoL.

Ryune (named M'rune at the time) grew up in the Fringes as part of the M Tribe not too far from the Peering Stones. She had three siblings, all older, and both parents were in her life. She was very young when Garlemald came. She lost her two older sisters when they went off to fight. Her first home was gone.

Most who survived ended up congregating at the Peering Stones for safety, but when her brother didn't come back from foraging, her mother went out to find him. They were later both found dead with a large amount of dead Garlean Soldier around. Fearing for their safety and completely devastated by it all, her father took her away, hoping to find solace deeper within Eorzea. Her second home was fled.

They had a rough time traveling through Shroud, but ended up being directed to Little Ala Mhigo once being rather unceremoniously ousted by a Serpent patrol. They were welcomed warmly enough at the time and were selected to make themselves useful. Ryune picked up leatherworking and helped on local patrols since the Brass Blades certainly weren't there to help them. Late into her teens, full of angst and hats towards Garlemald and what they had done to her family and people, then ended up I'm a lot of trouble. A local Ul'dahn youth had made a makeshift armor set to look garlean and was making fun of the refugees in the middle of the settlement as some cruel joke. Ryune snapped, and the boy was dead moments later. She fled South to the desert to evade the Blades, leaving her father and her second home behind.

She was found, exhausted, dirty, and dehydrated in the sands by an U Tribe hunting party and brought to their settlement. She told them what had transpired, expecting them to take her back or cast her out, but instead, she found them opening their home to her. Only a few days later, she spotted her father in the desert searching for her and brought him back. She told him she intended to stay and was going by the name U'ryen, at least for now. He agreed it would be for the best and that he was overjoyed that she was okay. He told her that he would now go to Limsa to lay low and make coin, but after he left, the only news she got was that he and the ship he had served on had been subsumed by the sea. Now 20 and finding herself quite restless, she packed her things and said her goodbyes, changing her hair and clothing and name to Ryune to better blend in as a common adventurer, and hopped on a trading cart for Ul'dah, unsure of what she might find, thus leaving her 4th home behind.

She made her home at the Shifting Snads for a while until the betrayal of the monetarists, forcing her from her 5th home. By the time she got settled in Coerthas with Alhpinaud and Tataru, she was fairly determined to not be cast out of her 6th home.

The Dragonsong War concluded. Ryune was called to the East where she would meet M'naago, a girl she had befriended as a child, and they would end up forming a relationship. This ended with her calling Gyr Abania her 7th home, and when it ended up in ruins by the hand of Zenos it was all anyone could do to stop her from getting herself killed by throwing herself at him.

At this point the concept of home had become more of a burden than a place ot rest, and so she sold her things she had in Courthas and stopped having a room at the Shifting Sands to go to. Knowing what it was like to lose her own, though. Made her that much more determined to get it back for others.

Being yanked into the First did not help this mindset. She never felt at rest here until the end of that story, and even then, she was wary of becoming too comfortable. Around this time, though, she began feeling something else, that perhaps her home was not a place but rather the people she trusted. She ended up spending a lot more time in the reconstructed Gyr Abania and with M'naago during this time as well as a company of amicable individuals she could call upon.

When the towers appeared, she was actually fearful. They, and the end of days, were a threat to her peace and to the people she cared about on an existential level, meaning the new concept of home she had was pretty much directly under attack. It pushed her to new heights but also gave her a new understanding. Knowing the truth about the Garleans, she now no longer hated them and instead saw them as victims. This was especially true upon seeing the devastation that had taken place in Garlemald, taking her back to her memories of her own small village in the Fringes in smoldering ruin.

At the conclusion of the events of Endwalker, she has her hands in every reconstruction effort she could get herself into. Her personal experiences in losing her home make her determined to help set things right, though she knows she can't truly replace what was lost. This was very fulfilling work and let her spend a lot of time with M'naago due to her experience in such endeavors and also having the time to enjoy her company in general.

But, natually, adventure always calls, and Ryune finds herself traveling all over the world, helping those in need.

Maybe I'll sleep now, that was nice to write about. I should go more in-depth with some of it sometime.

#WoL #ffxiv #ryune avereth #creative writing

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drinkingyourwine · 1 year

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Wtf. I don’t even remember writing an entry about “someone new.” I have an idea about who I was referring to, but yeah… anyway. Last weekend I went on a bender that pretty much lasted Friday through Sunday. Friday was Saint Patrick’s Day and my friend and I decided to take Bart into the city. She didn’t have her ID, so naturally we got rejected left and right. We had a quick Greek bite to eat and then finally found an Irish pub that let us in. It was okay. It was so hard to get to the loo and each group consisted of like 6+ people who did not seem to understand the meaning of excuse me. It was expected, I guess. Some $100+ later, we ended up at our local gay bar, where we actually had like a lot more fun. We drank whiskey and pickle backs, left at closing. The next morning, I woke up incredibly hungover and in a panic because I had to meet a girlfriend for breakfast. We went to Sailor Jack’s. Talked shop. Then I had my hair appointment. Then it was time to meet my other friend to go wine tasting. I was still pretty up there at this point. After the tasting, we went to a steakhouse and had some more drinks. Went to a bar, I had two beers. Went to the dive bar in the neighboring town and had more drinks. Stayed until 2am. Then hung out with some old guy friends from high school and we got some liquor and hung out at a rest stop. Got home around 5am. Woke up midday, to my aunt telling me we had to go to my uncle’s. When we got there, he said he could tell I was still drunk so he poured me a shot of tequila and it definitely helped. I had some beef stew and I told my aunt I would appreciate a pint of beer. She laughed and took me to our regular Mexican spot. I drank a shit ton more, we both ended up having a heart to heart and crying at the bar. Happy tears, people. Next thing I know, some guy walks in and I’m immediately drawn. I can’t take my eyes off this guy. He goes to the far end of the bar and I tell myself to stop looking at him or else I’ll creep him out but I’m wasted and reckless and don’t care at this point. He makes his way over to the gentlemen sitting at my left and I don’t know who talks to who first, but next thing I know, we are making out in the parking lot and numbers are exchanged. My aunt and I end up leaving five hours later because we have to go to a family party, where of course there will be more alcohol. Good lord. I woke up on Monday like what the fuck! Where did my weekend go?!

I’m supposed to meet this dude this weekend. Part of me is nervous because I don’t remember if we even clicked. I remember he was handsome. So far, via text, he’s decent and witty. Maybe it won’t be so bad. But part of me hopes he flakes lol

#personal #writing #spilled thoughts #spilled ink

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gswgain · 2 years

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hello everyone!! i’m super excited to be here as a personal enjoyer of cosmic horror and the supernatural :-) i’ll be writing for lee gain, local miserable accountant and the living half of a pair of twins lmao ...... unfortunately i’ll be a lil spotty in the coming days bc i have the worst timing ever lol (in the middle of a move welp), but! if u’d like to plot, please leave a like and i’ll drop by ur dms! also available on disk hoard @ iffy miffy#3901 if u would like to plot there instead!

basic rundown + extras + plots under the cut! (CW: mentioned parents & sibling death)

lee gain, 33, local from what was previously the northern village in the nari village (ok she was there for like. barely 24 hrs), now an accountant in dangam-eup spending her days in the smoking area (see: rooftop) of her workplace

bio/bg tl;dr: born the day before the singing stone appeared which killed her parents, grew up with her identical twin sister (gaeun) and grandmother, gain turned out as the more subdued twin vs gaeun the 'troublemaker’ and was even the vp of their student council during high school, during senior yr gaeun dies under uncertain circumstances which gain may or may have not been involved in

and since senior yr, gain’s been plagued with nightmares and visions of gaeun, accumulating to a lil identity crisis moment when she finds that she has a new mole on her face in the exact spot where gaeun's trademark one was :-)

gave her the death reversed card so there’s gna be some personal change and transformation going on, but is it just metaphorical/emotional??? lol guess we’ll see!

so now she’s 33 and living in an apartment with zero mirrors which. well....... isn’t great but also explains why she looks like she wears the same outfit almost every other day. bc she does

works in an accounting firm so if u need help w business finances and ur taxes then theres that! but her customer service-sona is god awful (as in she doesnt have one) so tread carefully

personality-wise, she’s erm... not exactly the most approachable w those sketchy vibes and all.... if there’s a smoking area at some resto/cafe/bar then u’ll probably find her there / the gym she goes to at like 2am bc she’s deadset on not sleeping most of the time / aimlessly walking around the island

i’d imagine she was just classically?? introverted when she was younger but post-gaeun has both hardened n fractured her shell so now she’s more deadpan + distrusting + rude (some would say a little bit like how gaeun was..... hm......)

re: the supernatural stuff, she isn’t a skeptic but it’s more of a case where she doesn’t want to believe bc then she has to entertain the idea of her dead sister trying to claim her body as an actual thing so.... take that as u will

but now theres that big squid ... welp!

now onto some v poorly thought out plots (i’m much better w brainstorming so pls let’s do that if none of these work)

this is just wishful thinking but someone who knew her from high school as the mild-mannered vp and witnessed/came back to this almost completely diff person that strangely reminds them of someone else

someone who has a familial connection to the northern village that might’ve heard abt the twins who were born right before the singing stone destroyed everything

fellow neighbour in an unnamed apt complex in dangam-eup who might think of her as a shady character not to be trusted bc she rlly does dress and act the part....

maybe u rlly do need help with ur taxes and therefore hire her services but much to ur surprise she actually gets the job done even though she looks like she’s this close to throwing something at u every time u ask a question

ok im stumped but ty for making it this far and i look forward to plotting/writing with u <3

#gsw:intro

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learningnewways · 2 years

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Jordan - Day 3

The final day of our Jordan trip was certainly interesting! We joined a tour group in Wadi Rum until we ended our day back in Jerusalem.

We toured Wadi Rum on the back of utes which was suuuuuper fun! I love incredible scenery and I also love sitting, so it was perfect! Plus it was suuuuuuper hot, so not having to walk around the desert in the heat was so nice for a change. The tour took just under two hours and stopped a few times briefly. It was so cool, the scenery was so vast and colourful. Once again, it gave me Nevada, Utah, Arizona type vibes, but other the being in the USA, I haven’t seen much scenery like it. And I mean, exploring the desert on utes is just so much fun! But, just as everywhere, there is rubbish here. It seems so wrong and out of place to see empty water bottles and dirty nappies on the ground in the middle of nowhere in a beautiful desert! But alas, this is the world we live in...

After Wadi Rum, we went to Aquaba which borders with Israel and has the Red Sea at it’s doorstep. The Red Sea! Wow! Of course I had to have a swim! And the water was surprisingly refreshing, not too hot or too cold, just right! So cool to think Moses parted the Red Sea... Not in this specific location, but still cool! Since we were at a public beach, the kids and teenagers all crowded around me. I guess they don’t get many white tourists here? It was quite fun hanging out with them, even though they didn’t know much English. We tried our best and had lots of laughs, they were so sweet. There was a teenage girl called Jasmine and a little girl called Tayla that I spent the most time with. It was so nice to spend time with locals as we haven’t done much of that on our tour. I always try to talk to the drivers to get their local perspective, but it was awesome to see kids and teenagers. We sat with their family under the shade for a few hours and they were so generous, offering us food and drink.

Most people in the Middle East have been really lovely, apart from a few not so nice people, but you get that anywhere you go. I love meeting locals as you get a much richer experience than just talking to other tourists. I’ve had countless people tell me I’m beautiful on the daily, which is so funny because only my best friends would ever say that to me, and not often. I just say it back to them if they are girls or kids, but the men I find a bit awkward, I usually just laugh and say thank you. It does well for my self confidence, but makes me feel awkward when there’s a person from another ethnicity standing beside me who doesn’t get the same compliment.

Unfortunately we had to wait until 6pm before we could go to the border with Israel since we were on a tour and they had a bus for everyone. We didn’t get through the border and leaving properly until 8:30pm, meaning we didn’t arrive back in Jerusalem until 12:30pm... We were sooooo tired... Then we had to check in to our hotel and we had the complication of not being able to confirm a shuttle ride to the airport for me that we had tried to book earlier in the week... They told me I would have to pay $175NZD for a taxi, to which I said absolutely not! So after arguing with the reception guy who was useless and ending up researching myself, I finally got to bed at 2am, then had to get up at 5:45am to taxi to the train station by 6:30am to catch a train to the airport at 6:45am. I arrived at the airport around 7am, then spent two hours in the check in process, before finally boarding my flight at 10:30am...

I’m very much looking forward to being in a bed in Copenhagen tonight where I’ll be staying for a few nights... I need a break! So, it’s goodbye to my mother and The Middle East and hello to Scandinavia!

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