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hadesoftheladies · 7 days

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men are so annoying my god. they have some of the dumbest takes on women's sports its obvious how disingenuous they are. "wnba players are jealous of caitlyn clark" and all most of them were saying was that caitlyn has a lot to learn playing professional basketball because it's a genuinely tough game and they hope she succeeds. men just keep belittling how skilled a lot of wnba players are and have been until caitlyn clark. they make fun of the wnba without watching it and then act like they know everything and declare caitlyn the sole saviour of the wnba like we haven't had legends like Elena Delle Donne or A'ja Wilson dominating the game. EMBARASSING!

ALSO they are RIGHT to complain about the racism since most brand deals and sponsorships for wnba players are white women. im happy that female athletes are winning and getting money, but it's telling when 70% of the basketball league are black women and most of the sponsorships are held by white women.

the way these goons take out the nuance and the humanity when discussing women's sports and reduce it to infantile squabbles of jealousy just shows how underdeveloped their brains are. like i know you men like inventing drama out of nowhere, but can you just stick to discussing stats? you're so cringe fr.

anyways!

I can't wait to see Stewie for New York Liberty on the court! Las Vegas Aces, Chicago Sky, Indiana Fever and the Washington Mystics are about to give us one hell of a season coming this May 14th. I'M SO HYPED!

Here are the women to watch out for (IMO because I'm biased and not in order of skill)

#1. Breanna Stewart (Stewie) (New York Liberty)

I pledge allegiance. Sincerely. She's so fun on court and weaves between players like that scene in Korra when she had to learn air-bending by evading spinning doors. I can't wait to see her play! (Next to her wife I'm her no# 1 fan don't joke around with me). Check some of her playing out here.

Also, here's a video of her eating spicy wings and barely surviving (while telling her story):

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#2. Angel Reese (Chicago Sky)

After an amazing career in college basketball, Reese finally got drafted to the Chicago Sky WNBA team early this year. She's gotten a lot of hate for being justifiably boastful about her skills but she's remained a strong leader for her teammates and had a positive impact on girls and women everywhere. This is her first season in the WNBA and you can expect a show from her! Check some of her highlights here!

Here's a video explaining why she's so freaking iconic:

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#3. Aaliyah Edwards (Washington Mystics)

One of the top picks of this year's WNBA draft, Aaliyah has been a star player for UCONN for years. She is one of the highest rated draft picks of the season! This will be her first season on the WNBA playing for the Washington Mystics. Her rebounds and offences are amazing to witness. Watch her highlights here.

#4. A'ja Wilson (Las Vegas Aces)

One of WNBA's modern GOAT'S. A'ja IS INSANE. She intimidates everyone on court and then the court itself. I literally saw the basketball hoop shaking when she looked at it during one of her games! I swear. It peed itself. Her wingspan and strength make her so formidable like y'all just have to watch herrrr!! Oh yeah, and she won the championship and several MVP titles. Check her out here!

#5. Caitlyn Clark (Indiana Fever)

Does she really need an introduction? Her career in college basketball has been spectacular and special for women's sports everywhere! She was breaking records in HIGH SCHOOL! This is going to be her first season in the WNBA and more eyes than ever will be on the game because of her! Check some of her highlights playing for Iowa here.

#6. Rickea Jackson (Los Angeles Sparks)

While playing small-forward on her college team, Rickea made a name for herself as one of the most aggressive offensive players in women's college basketball today! She's strong and fast and alert and is genuine fun to watch. You won't want to miss out on her debut into the WNBA for the LA Sparks! Watch her game highlights here.

#7. Kelsey Plum (Las Vegas Aces)

Kesley Plum is just one of my favorite athletes of all time! She's so dedicated to her team and the people in her life and it shows. Her joy is so infectious! She is also an incredibly, impressively strong and SKILLED athlete! And she was a big reason why LVA won the season last year. (And hallelujah she's divorcing her dumbass husband rn! hopefully the dead weight makes her an even stronger player!). Watch some of her highlights here.

AND CHECK OUT THIS VIRAL VIDEO OF HER THROWING A T-SHIRT TO HER FATHER WHO IS FAR UP IN THE BLEACHERS!

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#8. Sabrina Ionescu

Sabrina and Stewie are an unstoppable duo! Watching them play is electric for me! WHEW! Sabrina has made WNBA history with idek how many records! She is the top in the league in assists, triple-doubles, and steals. SHE'S INSANE!!! SHE'S FUCKING RABID!!!! See for yourself here!

Watch her break the all-time three point record like it's nothing here:

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#9. Cameron Brink

Cameron Brink debuts in this season of the WNBA for the Sparks! Cameron has had an amazing college career, but is especially known for her strong defence (and being the god-sister of Stephen Curry). She's bound to have a promising season. Watch some of her highlights here.

The strongest teams (IMO) seem to the Aces, the Mystics, the Sparks and New York Liberty. But there are also strong players in teams like Indiana Fever, Dallas Wings and Minnesota Lynx.

If you don't know which team to support, you could just pick your favourite athlete and choose their team. Some people like underdog teams and some people like top dog teams. Based on last season, I'd consider Indiana Fever an underdog team and Las Vegas Aces the top dog team (they won last season). In terms of best teams? LVA players are SEAMLESS. They move like water and it's magical to watch. But so are the Liberties and the Mystics! I genuinely don't know who to pick between those three.

If any of you gyns watch WNBA, please tell me who you're supporting this season and why!

Anybody who wants to start the season with me in May 14th, comment or reblog and maybe we can organize a discord for it! I'd love to watch this with you guys! And I'm all up for team rivalries.

#radblr #wnba #women's sports #basketball #women's basketball #feminism #angel reese #racism #misogyny #misognynoir #radfem #radical feminism #support women's sports #caitlyn clark #kelsey plum #aja wilson #steph curry #stewie stewie stewie!#Youtube

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star2fishmeg · 8 months

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Do you take requests ? If yes, can i request smth Yuken x reader ? Just something to warm up my heart kckdkf thank you <33

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Pairing: Odajima Yuken x afab!reader

Summary: y/n visits Housen with a compelling offer for her bf, Yuken, and to him, an open bedroom window is an invitation to accept that offer

Warnings: 18+ smut, ooc Yuken probs, Yuken’s glasses are prescription (personal hc), reader implied to be shorter, making out, cunnilingus, pet names (princess, doll, dollface, cumslut), reader is a cumslut, tit sucking and fucking, swearing, reading is on birth control, lemme know if I missed any!

Authors note: this is so self-indulgent fr bc I love Yuken sm. This is my first time writing Yuken so be nice pretty pls xx ignore the fact this has been in my inbox for over a year, I’m so sorry and thank you for the patience <3

Request: above!

She leant against the doorframe, watching Yuken and Monji spar like they did most days for some reason. These high school gangs rocked up to battle all rough and tough, but behind the scenes they were just a group of idiots with empty heads most the time. Upon noticing her figure, Yuken freed Monji, stood up and made his way over, lips tugged into a smirk with sweat glistening on his skin.

“If you wanted to wrestle naked,” she muttered, voice vibrating through his ears in a sweet but arousing sensation. Her finger poked the valley between his pecs, doe eyes boring up into his. His chest heaved, heart pounding from the exercise but also from the proximity of his body and hers. She gently trailed her fingertip down his abs with feathery touches, his skin feeling as if it were being lit like a fire, and hooked it in the waistband of his trousers, harshly tugging him closer into her, chests millimetres away. His eyes flicked from hers to her lips as they ghosted each other, he wasn’t sure if the heat in his cheeks was from the beguiling look in her eyes and the sultry tone of her voice or from his long-forgotten activity before she arrived, “You could’ve asked me first.” Y/n gave a teasing smile before letting his waistband go, spinning on her heal and walking back through the hallway, swaying her hips as she left.

Slamming the bedroom door shut, not intentionally but after a long day of school and the stuffy train from Housen, not a care could be given. Her parents weren’t home anyway, who would be bothered by the noise? Y/n threw her bag onto floor, at the bottom of her desk as usual, in its spot that had been given since elementary. It’s funny how you claim a spot as a kid and stick with it until adulthood, even now at eighteen, she still followed the same routine of dumping her bag, followed by flopping onto her sheets to be pleasantly engulfed by the cool temperature and then groan all the frustrations of the day out. Obviously then followed by the dose of social media, who doesn’t do that? And anyone who doesn’t do that after 6 hours of mind-numbing education is a liar. Usually.

A heavy exhale followed by sluggishly heaving herself from the bed, she drew the curtains and stripped down from the stiff fabrics of her uniform. How could anyone keep it on longer than they had to, too hot, too cold, it was never just right. She rummaged through her drawers for anything comfier, even if her underwear was unconventionally comfy at least a t-shirt would be safer.

“You shouldn’t leave your window open when you change, doll.” Y/n dropped her head, giggling at his voice, words spilling from his lips like honey, just as she liked it.

Making her way over slowly, she pulled the curtain aside ever so slightly to see Yuken grinning at her, leaning against the windowsill, standing comfortably on the utility room roof. Unlike before, his hair was kept loose with his sunglasses tucked between the top button of his shirt, lenses cracked. It was the perfect way to enter her bedroom window and sneak out, not that either of them was aware that y/n’s parents knew when Yuken was over; the change in bin placement gave it away. All he had to do was hope the back gate was unlocked, climb the bins, and hoist himself onto the overhang and bob’s-your-uncle, he could climb through, the roof was flat anyway.

“Why? So, pervs like you can’t watch me?” she grinned back, “How much did you see? Not that you can see much without those glasses.” She flicked the accessory around his neck in amusement.

Adjusting himself and stepping into the room, swinging one leg over at a time, he stood over her frame, tucking her hair behind her ears, “The moment the bottoms hit the floor and I got the perfect view of your cute arse.” His palms slid down the curve of her waist over her backside, sliding under the panties to cup the globes of flesh.

He closed in for a tender kiss to her lips. A saccharine kiss, slow and steady, smaller hands reaching to his face and settling on his nape, keeping him as if were to dissolve while his roamed her hips and waist. “Mm,” she moaned, pulling back for a breath, “My personal Peeping Tom. I don’t mind if it's you.” She dove back into his lips, faster and deeper, his tongue sliding over her bottom lip to greet hers in a dance of their own. Fingers slid to the collar of his blazer, gliding it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor before starting to remove the glasses and unbutton his shirt, pulling the buttons one by one with a lingering touch against his skin. Yuken pressed his forehead against her head, watching her toy with his shirt, his skin tingling and becoming impatient and fidgety. But he kept his breathing heavy, lips creeping into a smirk as she reached the final button, and her hands once again found comfort on his chest, tracing the outlines of his abs.

“Yanno, I actually came to take up that request,” he murmured, her eyes peering up at him with a devilish teasing. God, she looked good from above, his cock twitched just at the thought of cumming on her tits, “Wrestling with you sounds so much better. Want those legs wrapped around me so bad. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it.” With his shirt falling to the floor with the blazer, she looped her fingers around his belt loops and shoved her pelvis against his, his warm palms grabbing the back of her neck with a dizzying desperation as teeth chattered in a sloppy kiss. Not that either of them cared though, when did kissing in a clean way matter when it came to lust?

Stumbling, the back of Yuken’s legs knocked against the bed, sending them tumbling into the sheets and tongues skating and sucking each other with saliva drooling from lips. He gripped her hips, pulling at panties and gliding his hands up the curve of her back and waist.

He pulled away, y/n panting and tucking strands of hair behind her ears, “How much time we got, dollface?” His voice low and vibrated through his chest. She brought her knees up to straddle his lap, palms roaming his naked torso as his eyes raked her figure, smirking as he visualised sliding his dick through her cleavage.

“Two hours.” She panted, chest rising and falling. She cocked a smirk at his wandering gaze, unhooking the clasp and throwing her bra somewhere across the room, “You have two hours.” And with that he flipped her over, letting his knees hit the carpet and placing her legs over his shoulder, nipping, and kissing her inner thighs as her face inflamed. Yuken slipped his fingers around the hem of her panties, sliding them down her legs and discarding them with the other garments. He took the opportunity to knead the flesh on her thighs, nose brushing against her clit as he kitten licked the arousal, y/n’s mouth dropping and let a whine slip past her lips at her pulsing cunt. She carded her nails through his hair, giving the roots a tug before his licks became relentless and languid, every contact of his muscle jolted her nerves.

He looked so pretty from her view, blond locks buried between her thighs, squeezing when he swirled and nipped her clit. “Fuck! More!”. The simple instructions had his palm pressed flat on her stomach, tongue lapping deeper into her folds and a finger entering and pumping with every moan that left her lips.

“Doin’ so well, Princess.” He mumbled against her clit. Y/n threw her head back into the sheets as he dove back in, thumb rubbing her nub and a second finger entering and thrusting. His tongue lapped again, devouring like a starved man, and humming as if he were pleased with his meal.

Guttural moans filled the room, his rhythmic curling and pumping of his fingers clouding her head with a burst of overwhelming pleasure knowing he was far from done. He pried her legs open more with his free hand, taking a short moment admire the melodies filling his ears, hot breath fanning over the vulnerable folds in which still had his digits abusing them.

Through the unintelligible noises, blank mind, and tight knot in her stomach devastatingly constricting, she managed to cry out, sweat beads glistening across her temples, “Let me cum, please!”

“Let me taste you, doll.” And with that being enough permission needed, her thighs locked around his head, Yuken’s hands securing them. His favourite place to suffocate, he got a pillow and a meal in one, how could he ever be so ungrateful when he had that in his fingertips. Unsure if she could hold out any longer, her back arched up and propped herself up on her elbows and jesus fucking christ did she regret that: watching his head bob with every long drag of his tongue just about withered her limbs back against the mattress as she released for him to slurp and devour every drop, pulling his fingers out and letting the cum paint her skin as he pulled her legs apart to clean the plate completely. Y/n’s body went limp, chest heaving and sweat dripping down her skin. With the clink of a belt buckle fumbling, she let out a weak giggle, slightly propping herself onto her elbows.

"God, you're so beautiful," the rest of his clothes pooling at his ankles and being kicked across the room. Y/n positioned herself against the pillows, Yuken straddling her waist, "Don't be shy now, I know you have a good pair of lungs in you." He smirked. Gently placing a palm on her jaw, and drew his face towards hers, noses ghosting,

“Yu’, don’t be too rough, there can’t be any marks.” He connected their lips again, groans and hums seeping from throats while tongues stirred a concoction of saliva and a different found source of edging pleasure every time his dick brushed against her slit. Yuken’s other hand groped her breast, rolling the pebbled nipple between his thumb and pointer finger while whines filled the void of the room. They pulled away for a breath, saliva still holding on by a string until he took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue giving it a swipe to have her grip his hair. Every swipe and nip were intentional, just to bring out her mewls that differed in pitch and length before moving to the other, just to suck and grope to send just as many pulses through her nerves. The way his throaty groans alone were enough to send her over the edge was something she only ever thought could happen in her class daydreams, but the more he toyed and kissed her chest, the more she felt herself become wet all over again. He released her tit with a breathy chuckle, giving the flesh a final peck before leaving a trail of butterfly kisses up the column of her neck to her temple.

With a long, warm kiss to her neck, Yuken lined himself up to be swallowed by her walls, y/n’s jaw dropping to release a sigh of relief, head sinking back into the pillows as he bottomed out. His fingers took home on her hips, almost leaving bruises with encouragement of how she squeezed his cock so blissfully.

“Yuken, please fuck me already!” She wrapped her arms around his neck while he began to roll his hips into her, legs locking around his hips. That gesture, locking around him had some sort of carnal affect that made his thoughts wild; she wanted him, just him to be that close in owning every inch of her pussy. He didn’t think he could become any harder than he initially was until he laid eyes upon her expression, how her head was thrown back and her mouth so lax that every moan and whine that that matched his thrusts was impossible to muffle, even with his tongue down her throat. The way her tits bounced as his pace quickened, he couldn’t feel an ounce of remorse when her nails tore into his back the way they were.

“Sh-shit-feels so good!” she hissed, smashing her lips to his into a sloppy but brief kiss, “Faster,” Yuken pulled one of her legs from his hip over his shoulder, hitting a new spot with a whole other ascending feeling that sent her to heaven and back, “Right there!”

Sitting back onto his knees, he watched her arms drop from his shoulders and grab the sheets, twisting them in various ways, his hands still gripping her hips ravenously as he watched himself slip from inside her before grinning and slamming his cock back into her cunt like his mind was in nothing but carnal heat. He kept pushing y/n’s leg towards her, knee mere inches away from her face and he kept his rhythm and threw his head back groaning at the slapping of his skin against hers. If anyone were to return home, if the bins hadn’t given it away, the song their bodies sang surely would’ve.

“Yuken!” She wailed, back arching off the bed, feeling his cock split her into two.

“That’s it doll, who’s fucking you?” Each penetrating sending her closer to heaven, words became incoherent and a struggle to get out as her body slacked. The pit in her stomach warmed again, knotting and painfully desperate for release.

“Let me cum, I..I’m gonna cum!” Yuken, who was a little further from release, just groaned,

“Cum on my cock, doll. Do it.” She mewled, her body shuddering with her orgasm and a multitude of feelings surging straight to her head. Her boyfriend’s pounding didn’t stop, his hips continued to snap into her pelvis, balls slapping as his eyes watched her cum lube up his cock.

“Yuken?” Y/n panted, eyes half-lidded and her hands pushing her pretty tits together, “Fuck my tits. I know you want to.”

“My favourite cumslut,” He chortled, pulling himself out of her seeping hole and slipping his cock between her tits, “That’s it, doin’ s’well.” His hands placed themselves over hers, his thrusting losing its rhythm and becoming vigorous as he finally felt himself close. His body elated, his week would be made complete just by seeing her painted by him and she’d thrive off it. He could sleep well knowing he’d be leaving his mark on his girl, his love.

“I’m close, baby.” He panted.

“Cum on me, claim me, please!” Y/n sighed, giving a tired smile. No more than a few ruts later, thick, white ropes spilled over her tits. Both their hands releasing her chest, letting Yuken’s dick paint her.

Almost rolling off her body, Yuken flopped next to her, pulling y/n into his sweaty chest, and placing a short peck to her head, “We should wrestle more.”

H&L harem (if you wanna be tagged/removed in future H&L content, just lemme know :D);

@straysugzhpe @airbendertendou @strxwberrychocolate @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @rinwhore @simpforchuchu @thatpoindexterpixy @rainisawriter

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whatsnewalycat · 11 months

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Passenger / Chapter 1

Pairing: Trucker!Din Djarin AU x OFC Charlie Wanderlust

Chapter One: Vermont

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Series Summary: In her time tramping across the United States, Charlie Wanderlust has found life on the road to be challenging, but rewarding. When she makes enemies with a powerful figure, a bounty is put out for her capture. Din Djarin, a long-haul trucker and occasional bounty hunter, takes the job as a means to gain financial stability. Their paths cross, and as a result, the winding route of their lives are forever altered.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 3.3k+

Content / Warnings: modern-day au, alternating pov, second person pov, slow burn, vagabond ofc, dog grogu, enemies to lovers, bounty hunting, violence, swearing, truckers

Notes: Heeeeyyyy buddy. Rated explicit because the whole series is just gonna go under that umbrella, I don't care to get into nitty-gritty of rating systems with each chapter lmfao but it will eventually be explicit. I made a Spotify playlist for the series and cross-posted on AO3 (un: glitter_deity), links to both are on the masterlist! OK BIG KISSES HAVE FUN!

Charlie’s Rules for Living on the Road, RULE #3: Keep your wits about you.

The tiny bar you’re in is shabby and crowded. All-American beer signs reflect red white and blue off the nicked-up mahogany bar top that’s so sticky and rich it reminds you of maple syrup. Fitting, considering you’re in Vermont, of all places.

It reeks of expired hand sanitizer. A strange combination of rubbing alcohol and rotting fruit that your nose doesn’t really know how to sort, but you just know you hate it. Thought it would be worth gagging through, but apparently not.

Despite how crowded the small dance floor was during your set, the tips were a fucking joke. Sixteen dollars.

Anyway, Rule #3.

The Paul Bunyan-esque bartender who agreed to let you play for tips must recognize that his patrons are cheapskates, because he approaches you from behind the bar and says, “Tough luck. Want me to make you a drink?”

“I’ll take some water.”

“Can make something harder if ya want. On the house,” he offers, pressing his wide palms against the bar.

“How about,” you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, then tilt your head at the hard plastic menu display standing erect between his splayed hands, “some mozzarella sticks?”

He raises a thick reddish-brown eyebrow at you, “Sure.”

A satisfied smile spreads across your face and you lean against the bar, propping your chin up on your fist, “You’re a lifesaver. What’s your name?”

“Jim,” he scoops ice into a tall glass and sprays water into it.

A man wearing tawny carhartt overalls and a blaze orange stocking cap approaches the bar. Jim tosses a cardboard coaster in front of you and sets your water glass down, then ambles over to take his order. He tends to a few more customers and you surreptitiously size up their wallets.

Once the demand for his attention wanes, Jim slides a parchment paper-lined basket of sizzling mozzarella sticks across the bar to you.

“You’re a fucking saint, Jim, thank you,” you crack one open, revealing the gooey, cream-colored innards. Steam bursts from the chasm and scalds your fingertips.

When you hiss and drop it, Jim chuckles, “Careful, they’re hot.”

“Thanks for the warning,” you tease, flashing a playful smile.

He pulls up the sleeves of his heavyweight green and black flannel, “So what’s your deal, where you from?”

“I’m from everywhere, and nowhere,” you sigh, then meet his unamused dark eyes and explain, “Kind of a roamer. I’ve been tramping around the country for a while.”

“All by yourself?” Jim raises his eyebrows, and when you nod he frowns, “Ain’t that kinda dangerous?”

“Nothin’ I can’t handle. Get to meet all kinds of people, see all kinds of places. Always an adventure. It’s real living.”

“And how long you been doin’ this?”

“A few years now,” you answer, poking at the busted mozzarella stick to test its warmth, “Are you from the area?”

“Born ‘n’ raised,” he looks around the bar, surveying the faces he must have seen hundreds, if not thousands, of times.

“Do you like it?” you pinch off a piece of the fried food and pop it into your mouth.

“Ain’t too bad,” he shrugs, “It’s familiar, ya know. It’s my home.”

You hum in acknowledgment as you swallow your food, then press your elbows into the bar and lean forward, “Ever think of leaving it all behind? Seeing what’s out there?”

Jim shakes his head and chuckles, “No ma’am, that’s not for me.”

“Why not?”

“You’re just a curious thing, ain’t ya?”

Before you can retort, Jim is flagged down by another thirsty patron. You scarf down the greasy, scorching hot mozzarella sticks as he makes more drinks, then you push the bar stool out and call over to him, “Hey, can I leave my stuff here while I use the bathroom?”

He glances up at you and nods in the affirmative.

On your way back to the bar after your bathroom break, you stroll by a stack of heavy winter jackets sitting unattended at a table. It’s been on your radar since a group of four tossed them down about an hour ago. Since then, the jackets have only been revisited when their owners found their beer pitcher dry and in need of a refill. You couldn’t help but notice the sea of green inside one woman’s wallet before she returned it to its (terrible) hiding place.

RULE #8: Take care of yourself.

You squint up at a sign on the wall while your hand plunges into the pile of jackets. Your fingers brush up against the metal clasp of a wallet. You unfasten it and feel around for two bills, slipping them up your sleeve before walking away.

Adrenaline thuds through your heart, flooding your body with a weightless, buzzing energy. No matter how many times you’ve stolen, it’s still a rush.

When you return to your seat, you heave your rucksack over your shoulders, then your guitar strap, adjusting it until the guitar is safely fastened at your back.

“Taking off?” Jim asks as he clears your empty food basket from the bar.

“I suppose,” you meet his gaze and flash him a cordial smile, “Gonna see if I can find a place to set up camp.”

“You’re not sleeping outside, are ya?” he frowns, “Gonna drop below freezing overnight.”

You shrug, “I’ll be fine.”

“Aww hell, I can’t let you do that,” he protests, then ushers you closer, “Tell ya what—There’s an empty apartment upstairs, why don’t you sleep up there? No furniture, but I figure you have a sleeping bag or something, yeah?”

You search his face, trying to read his intentions and determine whether or not this is a safe offer to take.

He must recognize your hesitation, because he adds, “I’ll give you the key, you can deadbolt it from the inside. Just leave it unlocked in the morning, ok?”

“Really?” your eyebrows press together, “That would be… fucking amazing, actually.”

He tugs a key ring from his front pocket and wrestles one of the keys off, then slides it across the bar to you, “First unit around the corner. Don’t make me regret it, ya hear?”

Din slides his pen into the logbook’s spiraled spine and tosses it onto the empty passenger’s seat. He taps the tablet mounted on his dash and pulls up the load board, surveying available pickups in the area.

After factoring in fuel prices and time on the road, he determines that none of them have a particularly high net gain. Not enough to take his 1999 Peterbilt 379 in for the repairs it so desperately needs, anyway.

With a dissatisfied sigh, he pulls the cell phone from his pocket and dials Karga.

“Din, my old friend, to what do I owe the pleasure?” the man’s jovial voice booms through the speaker.

“Do you have anything in New England?”

Karga hums to himself. Din hears a few computer mouse clicks and the rapid clack clack clack of a keyboard, then Karga responds, “Let’s see here, I have a few bail jumpers, nonviolent offenses, in Maine, New Hampshire…”

“How much?”

“Five thousand for Maine, ten thousand for New Hampshire.”

“Anything bigger?”

More humming, some clicks, then, “Ah! Look here, there’s a private bounty, last seen along I-89 in Vermont. Deliver dead or alive to Portland.”

“Portland, Maine?”

“Oregon.”

“That’s too far.”

“It pays one-hundred fifty thousand.”

Din raises his eyebrows. He’s silent as he considers this. His truck is in a tenuous state, but if he can make it there, he could get every repair needed. Hell, he could buy a whole new truck and still have excess money to donate to The Academy.

“I’ll take it.”

After hanging up, Din gets a new email notification on the mounted tablet. He leans forward and opens the message from Karga listing the details of the bounty.

Name: Charlie Wanderlust DOB: Unknown, assumed to be aged mid-to-late twenties Race: White Sex: Female Height: Estimated between 5’0” and 5’4” Weight: Estimated between 130 and 160 lbs Hair color: Blonde Eye color: Brown Last known location: Near Williston, VT, Travel Plaza of I-89 10/14. Prior possible sightings: near Londonderry, NH, RMZ Truck Stop off I-93 10/12; near Newburgh, NY, Pilot Travel Center off I-84 10/8.

Included are blurry CCTV stills of a petite woman, dressed head-to-toe in black, face mostly concealed by a bandana, stringy white blonde hair spilling down her back from beneath a beanie. The stills appear to be taken in some kind of warehouse, and show the subject pointing a handgun directly at a man whose hands are raised behind his head.

Another collection of photos, much clearer than the shoddy CCTV stills, show the target on her tiptoes, talking to a trucker through his rolled-down window. The snapshots depict them trading a plastic baggie and cash. A bloated dark green rucksack hangs off her back, and an acoustic guitar strap spans her chest, leaving the instrument hanging upside down, flush against one side of the sack.

Din observes her profile and notes the pointed chin and hooked nose as distinguishing features that will make her easy to spot. He surmises that she’s using an alias, because there’s no way that’s a real name. Her posture and trigger discipline in the CCTV stills tells him that she boasts familiarity with gun safety, and is probably armed. She’s backpacking, likely hitching rides with, and selling drugs to, truckers.

When he pulls up a map on the tablet’s screen and traces the path between the sighting locations, he notices she’s trending north. Probably trying to cross the Canadian border, considering most bounty hunters won’t find the difficulties that would come with re-entering the United States worth it. Try explaining to the border patrol why a pretty blonde woman is being held against her will. That will go well.

He zooms in on truck stops and gas stations further along I-89. The stretch of road he wants to search is approximately 200 miles away. It will take 3 hours to get there, maybe less. She doesn’t seem to be moving at a particularly fast rate, but her trajectory indicates she’s close to Canada. Probably only needs to hitch one or two more rides to get to the border.

Din glances over his shoulder into the sleeper cab, at the wrinkly, white, satellite-eared French bulldog sitting at attention on his bed, “What do you think? Should we go catch a bad guy?”

The dog tilts his head in response.

“Come on, boy,” Din pats the passenger’s seat, then the dog hops off the bed in favor of the front seat.

At 7 AM, just as you’re rolling your sleeping bag up, a knock sounds at the door, then the doorknob jiggles.

You jump to your feet and approach the noise, hollering, “Yeah?”

“It’s Jim.”

You unlock the door and swing it open to find the lumberjack bartender standing there with a steaming styrofoam cup in each hand. He’s wearing a new flavor of flannel long sleeve, this one checkered black and red, tucked into his dark blue jeans. His reddish brown hair is damp and slicked back, pale skin tinged pink by the cool air. Or rosacea. Or both.

“Good morning,” you greet and step back to let him cross the threshold, closing the door behind him. The thuds of his heavy leather boots echo across the barebones efficiency apartment.

“I got you a coffee,” he says and sets one of the cups on the kitchen counter.

“Thank you so much, Jim,” you smile and meet his eyes. In the bright light of morning, they gleam a rich golden brown that feels warm and inviting. You drop your gaze and tuck a long strand of blonde hair behind your ear, then clear your throat before returning to your sleeping bag.

As you roll it up, he tells you, “Figured I’d stop by and make sure everything went ok last night. You takin’ off this morning, then?”

“That’s what it looks like,” you tie your sleeping bag tight with practiced efficiency, shove it into your pack, then zip it closed while muttering, “On the road again.”

“Need anything else before ya go?”

This man’s kindness and generosity is almost overwhelming. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s smitten with you. A concept that curdles your heartstrings.

“Um… well,” you sigh and raise your eyes to meet his, “If you’re offering, I could use a ride to the truck stop off I-89.”

“Sure thing,” he grins, the apples of his cheeks pushing his eyes into crescents, “Ready to go now, or you wanna get some breakfast first?”

“I’m ready,” you stand with a grunt and pull on your coat. He watches you do this, and when you glance up at him, he looks away and strokes his bushy beard, then takes a sip of coffee.

Jim insists on carrying your bag out to his black pickup truck. You follow behind him, coffee in one hand, neck of your guitar in the other. The ride to Jolley Truck Stop is accompanied by a Sunday morning country music segment dedicated to Christian songs of the genre. The trees are all ripe with autumn colors, their leaves a gorgeous array of reds and oranges.

“It’s so beautiful this time of year,” you comment as you watch the scenery go by, “Look at that foliage.”

Jim chuckles, “We have a name for the types of folks comin’ around here to look at the trees in fall.”

“What’s that?”

“Leaf lickers.”

You swing your head over to look at Jim, who’s sporting an amused grin, then start laughing, “Leaf? Lickers?”

He snorts and nods, “Yes ma’am.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you shake your head and look out the window again, “Have any exciting plans for the rest of the day?”

“Church, then a Patriots game,” he answers, “Where do you think the day’ll take you, Miss Charlie?”

“Hopefully to Canada,” you murmur, “But we’ll see. Rule number six of living on the road: Embrace change.”

“Good rule to live by,” Jim responds, flicking on his blinker to turn into the truck stop, “I’ll have to try that out for myself.”

“You should, Jim,” you cast a warm smile his way, “Really, I mean it. There’s more to life than Milton. I think you’d like it out there.”

When his truck comes to a stop, he shifts into park, keeping an eye on you as you open the passenger’s side door and hop out.

You grab your rucksack and guitar, then tell him, “Thank you so much for your hospitality. I wish you the best of luck on all your future journeys, Jim.”

“It was nice meeting you, Charlie,” he nods and gives you a wistful smile.

With this, you slam the door shut and approach the sidewalk next to the truck stop, then take a moment to organize your belongings. After verifying you have all the things you need in the most accessible locations, you secure your rucksack and guitar on your back. Jim’s truck rumbles in idle for a while, but you don’t turn around until you hear him pull away.

RULE #9: Do not get attached.

Din is 5 miles out from the last place on his list, Jolleys Truck Stop, when the CB radio crackles to life.

A voice cuts through, “Anyone see that blondie wandering around at Jolleys? Rusty Crawler, Over.”

“With the guitar? Interstate Blackbeard, Over.”

Din’s heart skips and his spine straightens.

“Aye-firmative, Blackbeard. She a lot lizard er what?”

“Negative, Rusty, she has party favors.”

He picks up his mic and asks, “Do you have eyes on her, Rusty Crawler? 38-91, over.”

“Do I ever, 38-91, wheeew,” the man jests.

Din looks over at the dog, who was jolted awake by the radio. He starts panting, his buggy black eyes darting around the cab, little nub of a tail wiggling with excitement.

“Are you ready?” he asks, raising his eyebrows in question to his companion.

“Boof.”

“Good,” Din chuckles in response, then turns his eyes back to the road.

You knock on the red Freightliner’s window and squint up at the driver as he rolls his window down, “Hey there. Are you looking for a west coast turnaround?”

He grins and shakes his head, “No, darlin’, but I reckon I’m lookin for a friend if you’re offerin’ your company.”

“Not on the table, I’m afraid,” you crinkle your nose and wave, “Let me know if you change your mind.”

“Same goes for you, pretty girl,” he hollers at your back as you walk further down the row of idling rigs. An intuitive shiver runs down your spine; you suspect the man’s foul vibes are at fault.

There’s a newcomer in the lineup: an old, silver Peterbilt, shiny with chrome details. The driver is wearing a black baseball cap and aviator sunglasses, but seems to be looking in your direction, so you wave.

He waves back.

As you draw near, he opens the driver’s side door and hops out of the cab. He’s broad-shouldered and tall. The sleeves of his black crewneck sweater pull taut around his chest and biceps. His posture is impeccable, his steps metered, and you’re immediately struck by the assertive energy radiating off him in waves.

Another shiver creeps along your backbone. And it’s just an off kind of feeling that gives you pause, but you stop in your tracks.

RULE #2: Listen to your gut.

He puts one palm up towards you in a gesture of peace and says, “Charlie Wanderlust—”

“How do you know my name?”

Your eyes flick to your distorted reflection in his mirrored sunglasses. The hair back of your neck stands at attention. You take a cautious backwards step.

“I can bring you in warm,” he slides a gloved hand to the back of his cargo pants, “or I can bring you in cold.”

Static booms in your chest. Your stomach plummets to the asphalt beneath your feet, and you scoff, “Fuck you, man, what the fuck are you talking about?”

He tilts his head, as if to mock your feigned ignorance.

A dog barks.

It pulls his attention away for just a second, but it’s long enough for you to turn and bolt in the opposite direction.

All you can hear is your ragged breath and blood whooshing behind your ears and boots pounding against the pavement.

Not just your boots.

His, too.

They get closer with every beat.

A tug on your rucksack makes your heart gallop. You yelp and duck between two semi-trucks, pushing yourself as hard and fast as your legs can go. You reach the end of the rumbling trailer corridor and glance over your shoulder, only to find he’s not there.

That moment is enough to blind you.

It’s like you hit a wall, he’s just that fucking solid.

You bounce off of him, and before you realize what’s happening, he’s slamming your face against a trailer door. His thick fingers tangle in your hair and close into a fist.

“Fuck, that fucking hurts! What the fuck is your problem?!” you wail, thrashing in resistance as he rips off your guitar and tosses it to the ground with a twangy thunk that breaks your heart.

“Hey!” you bellow, “Be fucking careful with that!”

The man strips your rucksack off next, dropping it at your feet. He grabs one wrist, pinching a handcuff around it, then the other.

“Stay there,” he pants, then picks all your worldly possessions off the ground and slings them onto his shoulders.

He yanks the chain of the handcuffs, sending you stumbling back a few steps. You steady yourself, only for him to push you forward and throw you off balance again. Your vision goes red with anger.

“Fuck you,” you spit through gritted teeth, “Fucking asshole.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, just presses his hand between your shoulder blades and prods you onward.

Rage bubbles between the layers of your skin. Every single insult in the book simmers at the back of your throat, but all that comes out is a strained growl.

Then you put one foot in front of the other and let him lead you to your fate.

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Instagram AU (volume ii)

volume i — back to masterlist — volume iii

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CLEM!!!

Happy birthday, lovely! I hope you're happy and healthy! So sorry I didn't see your post earlier, I've been having a very hectic year with studying, working and just generalized stuff! BUT BUT I couldn't send you a inbox!

So like a said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! you are one of the sweetest mutuals ever! And to celebrate that a gotta ask

What is your latest read?

And I want to know your all time favorite Jason fics, please with links and all!

LOVE OF MY LIFE HELLO!!!

OMG PLS DONT APOLOGISE I KNOW HOW HECTIC LIFE CAN GET!! i hope you are taking good care of yourself, resting and relax outside of studies and work!!! remember that none of it matters if you aren't feeling good <33

MY LATEST READ OKAY

um truth be told my love i have been in SUCH a slump lately,,,, its been tough out here.

i only read like 3 books very recently (last month or so)

I did read All The Little Raindrops by Mia Sheridan my QUEEN. its like a mystery thriller with a side of romance!!! Sheridan's books are ALWAYS a hit (she's very popular for her booktok famous Archer's Voice? And Travis !!) I've read like. most of her books at this point. I have never devoted myself to an author so much. She got me into the whole thriller genre and I LOVE her. so much. ITS SO GOOD AAAA. its not for the faint of heart and on more than once i find myself with the need to throw up with how HORRIFYING and messed up some of this stuff is (most of her thriller books are not for the faint of heart. lots of horrific stuff that is all too real and it makes it 10x more disturbing). Anyway i loved it i think i gave it a 4/5 stars it was so so good

2. i ALSO started Ana Huang's If Love series. I literally never shut up about Ana Huang like. EVER and i had been wanting to read this for a while and IM SO GLAD I GOT IT STARTED !!! Its a LOT less popular than hr Twisted and Kings of Sin series; she wrote it well before she got popular/published but its so good. its def not Twisted/Kings of Sin series but it makes it sooo clear how much she's grown in her writing, character development and general story telling!!! I read the first 2 books and UGHGUGHUFGHUFGHG yeah. new comfort series fr fr fr fr.

I also got digging through Lynn Painter's works (Love Wager, Mr Wrong Number, Better Than The Movies, etc) 10/10 her rom coms are sacred to me. this was a while ago though like. months ago lmao but i think abt her books always!!!

OH OH OMG I READ BIRTHDAY GIRL BY PENELOPE DOUGLAS !!!! SOME TIME AGO!!! yeah it changed my brain chemistry. i dont remember if i told you or not. but it changed my life. i think about it always.

edit: omg shut up i forgot i read some banger books months ago that i did not mention. i ate up Liz Tomforde's sports romance series (Windy City series) it was SO FREAKING GOOD. she had hockey romance, she had basketball romance she had BASEBALL ROMANCE. 10/10 amazing vibes

I ate through the latest of Lauren Asher's (Love Redesigned) IT WAS ALSO HELLA GOOD!! Ana Huang's King of Greed was also a vibe. not my fav but it was good. I ALSO delved into hockey romance SOOO DEEP. Fav series is probably Becka Mack's Playing For Keeps. It's the silliest stupidest fluffy no plot head empty series ever. the first book is 90% porn. its just for the giggles. the second is a bit better but the third is def the best in terms of actual plot & character development for example but the vibes are astronomical and i live for them

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anyway i've probably forgotten to mention a bunch of books but thats all i can remember that was actually good. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN READING !!!

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Recollections - A Come Back To Me Story

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Request: I was thinking very generally and vaguely about either Billy and Ida or Bess and Tom, something about how the romance started? As in... How the soft feelings and affection built up during their teenage years, the pining, the mutual comfort from one another, just spending time together every day being friendly? Just... I want the sweet teenage romance fluff ya know? The deep friendship, the love that they have for one another when we meet them and how it started. @annoying-leftist-donkey

Billy Washington x Ida Súilleabháin (OFC)

Warnings: Language, underage drinking (very little), minor spoilers for Trigger Point and Come Back To Me

Word Count: 3.6K

Spring 2005

“Billy, love?”

In the flowerbed, a stag beetle made its slow way across the soil beneath the petunias. Billy watched it, bent over, hands on his scabbed and scrawny knees.

“Billy?”

The little boy stroked the iridescent blue of its back. Slowly, it raised its nobbled front legs and waved them in his direction. Billy smiled.

“Billy! Get your head out the flowers! Gwen’s calling you!” Val hurried beyond the front gate to next door’s driveway. A white van was parked across the entrance, and Billy watched as his mother picked up a cardboard box and hurried after into the house. He stood up, rubbed his mane of sandy hair and shuffled to the fence that separated his home from the old lady’s next door. Gwen, the old lady in question, was showing the white van men where to offload the boxes when she spotted Billy with his elbows on the fence.

“Alright Billy, love?”

“There was a beetle in the flowers.” His head lolled onto one arm. One of the white van men lifted a single mattress onto his shoulder and walked towards the door. The bulk of his tattooed arm flexed and, from the corner of his eye, Billy saw his older sister Lana grin. Eurgh.

“Well, my love, I’m sure it’ll be there in a little while. He’ll be happy in the shade.” Gwen dabbed at her forehead with a tissue and clapped her hands. “Now then. Could you pop this little box upstairs for me, Billy? In the old spare room?” Billy nodded and made his way around the fence. Gwen smiled down at him as his skinny arms wrapped around the cardboard.

“Is it books?” he grunted, lifted the box to rest on his chest. Gwen laughed.

“They are, yes.” She guided him into the dim hallway of the house. “You know my granddaughter has come to live with me? Well,” She continued when Billy nodded. “She’s been through ever such a tough time. Why don’t you say hello?” Billy stared at her a while, mouth slightly open as he pondered her request. What did you say to girls? He wasn’t sure he’d ever talked to the girls at school, not past “hello,” and “pass the football”. Again, he nodded slowly and ambled into the house. The man with the tattoos ruffled his hair as he squeezed past Billy on the staircase. He didn’t need directing; Billy always stayed in Gwen’s spare room when his parents went out and Lana was too stubborn to babysit.

The door was propped open by a suitcase. A raft of sunlight illuminated the floral curtains and the yellow paint of the walls shone marigold. When he’d first stayed here, Billy turned his nose up at the décor, but soon found comfort in Gwen’s plump bedding and lavender air freshener. He knocked the door with his trainer and entered. A little girl sat on the bed, hair fuzzy like an electrocuted cottonbud, her face solemn amongst the vibrancy of the room.

“Books.” Billy said matter-of-factly, pushing out his chest to indicate the box he held. The little girl pointed to the small bookshelf at the end of her bed. He left the box there and looked at the little girl. Her legs dangled over the side of the bed, swinging sadly. A few toys were scattered here and there; a stuffed bear, a doll with long legs and a loose tennis ball, yet it still didn’t look like a little girl’s room.

“Do you want me to help?”

The little girl looked up at him. Her eyes were puffy and Billy froze. Lana cried all the time. She screamed at mum and dad then cried in her room. Billy often took to standing by the doorway, watching her, just so she wasn’t alone. He didn’t know what else to do.

The girl shook her head. “That’s ok,” her voice was small. Billy swung his arms at his side then made for the door. “What’s your name?” she said suddenly.

“Billy. Live next door.”

“Like Billy Bunter.”

“Who?” He watched as she hopped from the bed and rounded past him to open the box of books. She rooted around before pulling out a worn hardback. She handed it to Billy. He cringed a little at the feel of its dusty cover. Old things made him feel funny. He looked at the title. Billy Bunter of Greyfriars School.

“It was my dad’s.”

“Right,”

“Have it if you want,”

“I only read comics,”

“Well, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, erm, ok.” He dashed out of the door. Halfway down the stairs, he turned and made his way back to the old spare room. “What’s your name?”

The little girl was on her knees, placing the books on the shelf.

“Ida.”

Autumn 2013

Ida didn’t want to sit on the wet swings. She’d forced Billy to take off his red cape, and was arranging it on the seat to protect her bottom. The boy in question was already swinging on the seat next to her, scuppering his shoes as they scraped along the ground.

“Why can’t you use your cape?”

“Because mine is satin, and yours is an old curtain.” Ida sat down and kicked off the ground, giggling a little at the way her cape flutter around her. “Do I look like a real superhero?”

Billy scoffed. “Don’t remember Loki giggling on the kid’s swings.”

“And I don’t remember Thor having matchsticks arms.”

“Fuck off,” Billy flicked his long fringe from his face and smiled. As his feet swept the ground, Ida swung higher and higher. Each time she flew past him, she stuck her head backwards so that she was completely straight, looking at him upside down. She’d made their costumes herself. Billy’s armour was made from cut up bin lids spray painted silver. Ida’s was a six quid leather jumpsuit from Primark. He’d met her at the door of Gwen’s with a litre bottle of cider hidden behind his back, and when she’d opened the door, a wave of cold fear washed over him. She looked…different.

“You’ll freeze in that bloody outfit,” Gwen was hurrying Ida from the house. “Back by midnight please.” Ida rolled her eyes as she walked to Billy. They knocked on a few houses, accepting sweets from those who remembered it was Halloween, then meandered towards Cranstead Fields’ play park at the back of the houses. The bottle was half drunk, the hum of the alcohol staving off the cold. A group of boys skirted the park, each dressed in a cotton skeleton onesie. One lifted his mask and shouted at Billy.

“Shown her your hammer yet?” The others guffawed.

Billy lobbed a boiled sweet from his trick or treat bag at him. “Fuck off!”

“Billy!” Ida stopped her swinging and bumped into Billy. He shot her a dirty look as the boys ran away, their taunting cackles echoing in the damp night. Neither spoke for a while. Moths skittered under the lampposts. Orange light dappled in the rain-soaked ground and the first of the season’s fireworks dotted the skyline over the bustling city. A fox called. “Did something happen, Bills?”

He knew what she was getting at. Things hadn’t been good at home for a while. Lana was overseas, and Val and Jeff were worried. Billy made his mum a cup of tea each day before he went to school. She was sleeping in a little later these days, despondent and distant. Jeff was the opposite, falling asleep in front of Match of the Day, clutching a beer and the picture of them all at Lana’s trooping out. Things went from manageable to volatile when Billy’s GCSE results came through. In truth, he was proud of himself. He’d scraped the grades he needed to do his A levels; physical education, English, design tech. He’d had extra tuition for maths and Ida made books so exciting that he’d surprised everyone with his B in English. But everything else was…average. Less than.

What have you been doing all year?

With everything going on already Billy! Really?

Your mum’s nerves are already shattered without having to worry about you!

For God’s sake Billy, grow up.

Your sister’s off getting shot at and you can’t even pass a few exams?

“Dad. Had a few too many. ‘S’all.”

Ida nodded sadly. He wasn’t looking at her, but at the moths in the lamplight. “Do you want to stay at ours tonight? You know Gran won’t mind,”

Billy flicked his fringe away and sniffed. “Yeah. Yeah, go on.” He grabbed the chain of Ida’s swing and pulled her towards him. “You’re all I’ve got left now,”

“Don’t be dramatic-”

“It’s true,” he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and passed her the cider. “You and Lana are the only ones that get me. And Lana hasn’t been the same since training. All righteous and-” He waved his hand in the air, as if grasping for a word.

“Stuck up?” Ida offered. Billy clicked his fingers.

“Stuck up.”

The clack of heels along the park path made them both look up. Immediately, Billy let go of the chain holding Ida next to him, and she swung sadly back into place. Three girls, Ida suspected from the university, were tottering through the park dressed as nurses. Nurses in fishnets with skirts round their arses.

“I mean, what the fuck is that meant to be?” Ida muttered. “Zombie nurses?” Billy didn’t reply. Ida looked at him. He was sat upright, shoulders back, ruffling his hair to give it a devil-may-care look he could never achieve.

“They wouldn’t look at you twice,”

“Doesn’t stop me looking at them.”

Spring 2017

She hadn’t been clubbing since first year. A round of vodka and cokes cost the same as a week’s rent in London, and the clubs on the outskirts of the city picked up the dregs. The dealers offering heroine instead of cocaine. Students from the city, not the international students funded by their parents. Disenfranchised locals. Ida and some other girls from her English Literature course found an old bar that some of the post-grads frequented, styled like on old speakeasy with dim lighting for dancing. It was the place that academics went to get pissed and shag, in the guise of research meetings and networking. But, for tonight, for Billy, she made an exception.

The Warehouse. The place for sticky floors and red strobe lights. Asking the guys behind the bar for “whatever’s cheapest”. For slagging off the world and screaming into the void. Something Just Like This was pounding over the speakers, and Billy’s head was lolling onto his chest as he danced, sweat dripping from the tendrils of his hair. His eyes were half-lidded, lost in the music or the alcohol or the day, but it was time to get him home. Ida tugged at his arm. She tugged at his arm again. Billy looked at her as though awakening from sleep. As though he had forgotten she was there.

“Can we go now?” Ida shouted over the music. Someone bumped into her back and sugary liquid splattered down her arm.

“What?” he shouted in her ear? He smelt of fresh sweat and Lynx.

“Can we go home now?” Billy didn’t reply for a moment and kept dancing to the music as he looked at her. Ida tugged his arm and stomped her foot.

“Alright,” he smiled a little, grabbed her hand and pushed through the crowd. The cold spring air outside The Warehouse hit Billy like a punch to the gut and he doubled over with a grunt.

“You gonna be sick?” Ida was tying up her hair and rubbing sweat from the back of her neck.

“Nah,” Billy stood upright, regaining his balance as he burped. Ida made a face. “I told you I wouldn’t drink much.”

I’m not looking after you tonight if you go drinking like a twat

When Ida raised her eyebrows, Billy alternated putting his finger on his nose while walking toward her. He only stumbled a little.

“Alright,” Ida wrapped one arm around Billy’s neck and together they began the walk home. “You’ve proved your point.”

The night was quiet, as were they. In the twelve years since Ida moved next door, she’d developed a language with Billy that didn’t always need a voice, just the warmth of someone being there when others weren’t. There were alone, together. Ida was mulling over this melancholy comfort when she realised Billy wasn’t next to her. Panic flared in her vodka-fogged brain, but when she turned around, it dissolved into sadness. A few metres away, sat on the pavement’s edge, Billy had his head in his hands. He was shaking.

The stone was cold when she sat down and put her arm around Billy. At once he fell sideways, curling into her lap. A car sped past, tyres hissing on the wet road. He didn’t even flinch.

“Three times,” he whispered.

“I know,”

“Three times. I don’t get what’s wrong with me.”

Ida stroked his hair. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I mean,” he sat up, his voice bolder. “You’ve seen some of the guys that Lana was in Afghanistan with! John’s a tough guy but he hasn’t got more than two braincells. How the fuck can he diffuse bombs?”

“Maybe that’s why he diffuses bombs-”

“What is so wrong with me that I can’t even get into the fucking army? Passed the physical every time and I’m not mental. I don’t fucking fit in anywhere. Not the army, not at home-” Ida let him rant. There was no use in arguing with him. Billy was so mardy these days. Everything made him angry. He’d probably snap at her if she flashed her tits at him. Ida blushed. Where the fuck did that thought come from? She reached around her neck and unclasped the necklace there. She draped it over Billy’s head.

“What you doing?”

“Giving you a present,”

Billy looked down at the pendant dangling at the end of the chain. Very faintly he could make out a woman draped in robes. “Who is it?”

“Saint Dymphna. Gran gave it to me after mum and dad-you know-” Ida trailed off. “Anyway, I want you to have it now.”

“Cheers,” he was still looking at it as he rubbed his nose and brushed the tear tracks on his cheeks.

“She looks after people when they’re sad. I’m glad you’re not going, Billy.” Ida’s heart leapt into her throat when he looked at her, a mixture of anger and curiosity swimming in his teary eyes. “It means you’re not leaving me behind.”

Billy’s mouth twitched in a sad smile. Then it broadened mischievously. He leant backwards, arms reaching for something on the pavement. “I’m not sad.” Then he whacked her with a traffic cone.

“What the hell, Billy!?” Ida shrieked as he stood up and ran into the empty road. She grabbed the other and charged at him, its pointy end jabbing him in the ribs.

“Ow!” he said through laughter. “Tell you what, they should sign you up.” Whatever irascible flights of fancy took over Billy, mood swings or traffic cone-induced silliness, Ida was glad at least to see him smiling. Billy put the cone on his head and ran at her, bent over like a fluorescent rhinoceros and their laughter bounced off the sleeping houses. Somewhere along the walk, they found an abandoned shopping trolley and Billy pushed Ida in it the rest of the way home. He tipped her out unceremoniously outside her house and left it on the pavement. Over the fences of their two houses, they waved goodnight.

“It’ll be better in the morning, Billy, promise.” She stuck her little finger over the fence. He lopped it with his in non-committal.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, unlocked the door, and disappeared inside.

Winter 2018

“It’s very romantic, isn’t it?” Val was refolding clothes as Billy put them in his suitcase.

“Mum, please.” He snatched a jumper from her hands and put it back atop his pile of clothes. “You know she’s wanted to go for ages. It’s her twenty first, the tickets were cheap and it means I can get a rest from you lot.”

“Don’t think you’ll be getting much rest, Bills.” Lana winked over her cup of tea.

“Fuck off,” Billy launched a balled-up pair of socks at her. Some of her tea spilled onto the carpet and Val tutted. Lana was already laughing her way down the hallway.

It wasn’t the first time the conversation had replayed in his mind over the last few days. Billy saved up to buy a bottle of champagne on the Eurostar. The steward poured their drinks and smiled sweetly at Ida.

“He’s a keeper.”

Billy coughed and his neck went bright red. Ida spluttered, “It’s my twenty-first-” The steward, not seeming to have heard, finished pouring the champagne and left the carriage.

Once they had checked into the small Montmartre hotel, they’d walked across the city in search of food. Or rather, drink. Winter in Paris was achingly cold, especially at night, and the pair of them were wrapped up to there ears in woollens. Ida was insistent that they sit outside, “like in the films”. She sank a bottle of red all to herself and Billy had a cold glass of beer. He watched as she chatted excitedly about her plans for the trip, the museums and bookshops she longed to see. Her cheeks had turned the same colour as her red scarf, the warm glow of the wine and the candle on the table painting her the exact colour of comfort. Billy forgot he was cold. They walked along the Seine after, Ida leaning on him as her tipsy feet wobbled on the cobbles. They passed numerous couples, old and young, French and foreign. The black water of the Seine began to glitter with light. The Eiffel Tower sparkled across the water and a distant clapping carried towards them. A man was on one knee below the tower, another man jumping up and down with excitement.

“Lovely!” Ida was such a sweet drunk. “Cliché, but lovely.”

The last time Billy remembered the conversation with his sister and mother happened at the Musée d’Orsay, and if the universe was trying to hint at something, it wasn’t being subtle. He’d lost her. She’d wandered off in a world of her own, reading every label and taking in every painting. When he found her, he simultaneously felt like his dick was going to burst through his trousers and shrivel up inside his body. With her back to him, Ida was looking at a painting of a woman’s fanny, full in the face. He grabbed her shoulder.

“It’s amazing isn’t it? L’Origine du Monde-”

“I’ve been looking for you,” Billy pulled her away, glancing over his shoulder for one last look at the painting. A security guard caught his eye and winked. Billy’s head snapped forward so quickly he heard it crack.

Summer 2022

There was no shade. Heat was radiating off the pavement, and Ida could feel the hot stone through the soles of her shoes. She looked at her phone.

On my way x

He’d sent it forty minutes ago. “Come the fuck on, Billy.” Her bag was full to bursting and the books that didn’t fit were cradled in her arms. A few of the undergraduate students passed by, waving goodbye as they hopped onto the university bus. Her PhD teaching still had a long way to go, but at least the students liked to learn. The bus departed the stop and as she watched it go, the barking honk of a car horn almost made her drop her books.

Without her noticing, Billy had pulled up in his battered old Vauxhall. He was laughing at her through the dusty window, his lopsided smile full of mirth. He leant over and opened the door for her.

“Sorry I’m late,” he swatted some rubbish off the passenger seat as Ida slumped into it, kicking aside an empty crisp packet to make way for her bag.

“Mean machine’s seen better days,”

Notes: Billy and Ida, my sweet summer children. If you’ve read Come Back To Me, you know that this story ends where that begins.

I like to think that 16 year old Billy would have gone through the emo curtain hair phase of 2010-2014, hence the Thor look. LOL. You know I like my research! Halloween of 2013 was a week before Thor 2 hit cinemas, and Something Just Like This was UK’s number one dance song in 2017.

Come Back To Me Tags: @jessssica1234 @heimtathurs @bookwyrmsblog @phantomontheinternet @aemonds-wifey @slytherincursebreaker @valerie977 @greenowlfactif @yentroucnagol @schniiipsel @multiple-fandoms-girl @just-emmaaaa @tosiaf @kage-no-sonzai @arcielee @ewanmitchellcrumbs @babyblue711

#ewan mitchell #billy washington #billy washington x oc #trigger point series #come back to me

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imaginespazzi · 22 days

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Ok bestie, anon who followed up on Amoore reporting back as requested ha. I should say we are on a similar page, her & Kitley are very tough to get a read on. And a lot of the online chatter agrees its hard to judge and goes back and forth on whether theres something more going on. For those interested, I suggest watching their youtube ch series for a general sense of them interacting. Entertaining and light vids, not overly long. Really just little things between them here & there that add up. And of course a person can review their socials..

Now onto the tea I came across online. Imperfectly summarized the best I can below. (Allow me to stipulate that I have no way of verifying any of this, so please understand Im not at all sharing any of this to be presented as true or false. Take it as simply passing along the posting of others for conversations sake here in a safe space. Comments/feedback/corrections welcome)

Its described as on/off thing, first beginning summer 2020. A VT insider says people are aware that Amoore hasnt been committed, to put it delicately/nicely. Leading most recently to a break of sorts last Dec-mid Jan. (Added pretty sure they are together rn though. And another person did point out if Liz was getting cheated on why would Georgia seem to maintain a good relationship with the Kitley family, which is a fair Q to pose). But notably, a strangely long break in their podcast took place over that period and for the first time in 3 years they didn’t spend XMas together or hang around each other over the holiday and when podcast recording returned they just said “we had Xmas” and didn’t talk about it. It was also pointed out that sometime in winter, Liz had tickets to see an NHL game and went w Cayla King despite her and Georgia talking about how they wanted to go together before. Only sus bc it happened to coincide w the time where Georgia was speculated to have gotten close to Kate Martin. Then suddenly they K & G werent interacting anymore and L & G seem back to being “besties”.

Sidenotes:

Liz’s "2020 love playlist"… apparently someone has screenshots that it used to be titled Georgia. Includes some fav bands/songs of Amoores. And a tune called Australia Street lol. Lots of love songs predictably, but some breakup songs were added to it at one point (the comment seems to insinuate during the time they were going through issues)

They're friends with a married lesbian couple (Youtubers/influencers? The Bellaires) who they once visited alone.

Also, fyi, Kate Martin is apparently recently back w her last ex, whoever that is - per talk re social media activity

You're my new favorite person omg because this is my kinda tea fr! Can y'all tell I love some good gossip?

I'm ngl, I was never the most invested in V-Tech or the girls on the team, so I don't really follow them. And I was pretty convinced Liz was straight so I just assumed her and Georgia really were just really close besties.

But this checks out with what I've heard/read too, that they were in that "undefined" kinda place, mainly because of Georgia and eventually Liz got tired of it. I definitely didn't know about the Christmas or the NHL stuff but that makes sense. Also from what I heard, they were probably done for good now with Liz going to the draft? But still being together also makes sense. I'm so invested in this now omg.

#ask #this is my new roman empire omg like bestie if you find more details come share

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ruiimellowww · 6 months

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Okay HI hello 👋👋

I saw ur art about Sun & Moon through a reblog and I am such a simp for those two omg so here's a rant :33

(Also if you're not comfy with this pls ignore this rant then, and I am so sry if that is the case!! Will stop immediately if you tell me to /srs)

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CAN I JUST SAY I am sosososososo in love with your desgin for the dca cuz holy shit I have never seen anything hotter. O.O LIKEEE THE HUMANOID VERSION??!?!!?? UGH soooo goooodd 🥵🥵 I love the designs and the- the little EARRINGS as well?!??! Omg sooooo cutee aaaaaa 💞💞

and-and omigosh UR ART IS SO GOOD AS WELL!?!? I straight up just wanna munch it. I am eating ur art fr. In LOVE with ur artstyle it's so yummy 😍

Anywhoooo I also scrolled through your dca tag aND *GASP* ECLIPSE?????? 😍😍AND I?? WANNA??? BE ENVELOPED????? BY HIMM??? (I feel like mans would give THE BEST cuddles on the planet!!!)

HOLLLYYYY SHITTTT thE SIZEEEEEEE

Big tall omigoshhhhhhHHH M- my brain- my heart my- mY EVERYThIng is mELTING! ! ! ! ! Literally his size just does something to me I cannot comprehend why omigosh

(*lays in a puddle on the floor*)

I can imagine sosososo many different scenarios where that height could be used aaaaa >~< <333 ;P

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Omg if you have any HCs (and *wanna* share, ofc.) about him (Or about Sun & Moon) I'd love to listen to you ramble about them??? <333

So curious about ur HCs & would absolutely love any crumbs about the dca ksskksskkdkdjdks ❤️😂

Uhm uhm first off, thank you so much I can't rlly put into words how sweet this is and I totally don't mind the rambles because me too. And also because its been YEARS since I last used Tumblr or did anything answering Ask is a bit tough for me.. MmMM

Although I don't have many HC at the moment.. I can however give you a little insight I have regarding my Human DCA :]

Moondrop (Moon) and Sundrop

- when I first designed Moon (after the game came out) he had a much wilder look to him, especially the face because I was really into the idea of him being simply insane hence the red.

- later when i got back to his design and adding colours I thought that it would be fun to make it Blue and white themed, which I actually didn't see a lot back then

- he wasn't supposed to look human even as a Humanoid, I liked to think that Sun & Moon simply had a renovated body. They are just as much Animatronics as they had always been, robotic parts and everything but with a bit of twist

- So then onto Sun.. the thing is its sad to say but I never explored much with Sun's design back then as much as I did with Moon, so I can't provide a good reference

- although I had a rough idea of how sun would look like I never quite liked the way I drew him, so he's always somewhat been stuck in this unfinished stage

- Then there was eclipse, who was my absolute FAVORITE at that time, I don't think I loved a character MORE THAN ECLIPSE EVER when I was drawing him out

- yes!! It was very much inspired by the 3D render shown here as the ref, though I did make some changes of my own to the design as well

- I had a lot in my head when I was drawing him, but the one thing that I loved most about this design still to thisq day is rhe face. The way I him to look back then was sort of a mix between my Sun and Moon designs, only leaning more towards Sun in colours and Moon in appearance with the crazed look in his eyes

The height was just a funny little thing I thought of, cuz imagine this giant fkn ahh robot just comes in here and picks you up 💀 god I would piss myself

Cough..

So in regards to the new design, I did kind of get rid of the animatronic feel to him that I had done with the DCA and his old design, all of them now look a whole lot more Human which is what I intended for

Eclipse has a few scars around his body; right forearm, left side of his torso that leads all the way up to his chest. Plus a bit of his face that is burnt which you can't exactly see because of the Black spots

Overall I like my newer designs quite a lot and has also changed a lot, this is probably the most insight you'll get out of me abt my art 😭😭 cuz I don't usually ramble this much otherwise

I might come up with some head canons at a later date, but they'll be fun thats for sure ;)

#rants n rambles #ruiis art #digital art #fnaf security breach #humanoid #moondrop #sundrop #eclipse #eclipse fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #DCA

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sunghoonalter-archived · 2 years

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Idol pairing: heeseung x fem!reader ft. jake

WC: 5.1k

Genre: angst, suggestive

Warnings: profanity, substance abuse (y/n is an alcoholic, partially smokes weed), suggestiveness isn't explicitly described

Synopsis: three months after the relationship ended, Jake was getting better but a feeling that you weren't wouldn't stop bothering him, so he asks Heeseung to check on you but he did something he shouldn't.

A/N: hi hi! I'm not overly sure if this makes sense, if you feel me. I'm not quite sure it's pretty angsty, but I hope you like it, its fr my longest oneshot to date. Any sort of feedback, be it rbs, comments and the like is highly appreciated♡

Sequel to: I loved you

It had been just over three months since Jake left. It was tough for him in the first few weeks, leaving a two year relationship wasn’t exactly easy.

It started out with him curling up into a ball on Heeseung’s couch, scrolling through old pictures of you two where everything seemed happy. Where no one could see your imperfections and lies and his insecurities, just your bright smiles and love-filled eyes. He would sometimes cry himself to sleep as he played short videos of you in your moments of sobriety.

But after a while, Heeseung managed to convince Jake to seek therapy since it was obvious the toxicity cut him too deeply for him to fix on his own and that he needed help, to which he gladly accepted.

He’d been making slow progress, knowing that getting over you was going to be harder than Heeseung hoped it would be. Not only did he hate seeing Jake so depressed, he hated you for making him that way. Every time Jake would scroll through his gallery and the very second he saw even a glimpse of you, he’d grab his phone out of his hand and toss it aside.

“You’re supposed to be getting over her,” Heeseung commented as he plopped himself onto his couch, clutching onto Jake’s phone.

He sighed as he leaned back into the couch. “I know,” he said as he rubbed his eyes.

“It’s been three months already, hasn’t therapy helped in the slightest?”

“It has,” Jake mumbled. “I just have moments where I really miss her.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes as he turned to look at him. “How can you miss someone like her? Especially after the way she treated you.”

“I know you hate her and al-”

“Hate? I despise that girl,” Heeseung practically spat. “Look at what she did to you, you’re in fucking therapy for god’s sake.”

Jake looked at him with saddened eyes. “I know,” he said softly before speaking up. “But it’s hard to just get over a relationship you’ve been in for so long, especially with how much I loved her.”

“And…?” Heeseung could tell he wanted to say more, his mouth was still parted as well as the sudden fiddling with his fingers.

“I don’t know, I just,” he trailed off, looking down at his fingers before mumbling. “I have a bad feeling about her.”

“What do you mean, ‘bad feeling’? She is a bad feeling,” Heeseung said as he got up from the couch, already sick of having to talk so much about you.

“No, I mean, like, I have a bad feeling about her, like something’s wrong with her or going on with her.”

Heeseung proceeded to scoff. “Why would you care, wouldn’t you want her to suffer the way you did?”

Jake looked up at the ceiling before looking back down to his fingers. “Maybe I should but I can’t, I just feel like she needs someone.” Jake was never that type. The type to wish harm on someone because they harmed him. He was never the type to want anyone in pain, even you, the person that hurt him enough to start cursing and crying and landing in therapy. He wanted you to get better, whether it was because of his love for you or just his heart.

“But definitely not you,” Heeseung said. “You’re not going anywhere near her.” Heeseung was more like an older brother than a best friend at times. He looked out for Jake more than anyone could, and he has for years, even if he had to be assertive or aggressive while doing it.

“I won’t, I won’t,” he said, shaking his head before turning to look at him.

“But can you?”

Heeseung blinked in surprise before furrowing his eyebrows. “I'm sorry, what?”

“Can you just go check on her? See how she’s doing?”

“Fuck, no,” Heeseung immediately answered. “Not going within a mile radius of her.”

That’s when Jake pulled out his specialty: the great puppy dog eyes. “Hyung, please, for me,” he looked at him, making sure the twinkle in his eyes were there too for maximum effect.

Heeseung had no choice but to look away. “Stop looking at me like that,” he nearly whined. Not even he was immune to that look. He spared a quick glance, quickly looking back when Jake was still looking at him with those eyes. “I said stop looking at me like that.”

“Not until you say yes,” he pouted. He was prepared to keep that look on his face until he died, purely because he was more concerned than he needed to be.

Heeseung let out a massive sigh. “Fine, I’ll do it! Now put those eyes away, it hurts,” he said begrudgingly as he walked to the front door. “Do you want me to spend the weekend too?”

Even with the obvious sarcasm dripping from his tone, Jake still thought it was a good idea. “If she needs it, then that would be great.”

“I’m not sta-” He made the mistake of looking back, seeing those big puppy eyes. “For fuck sake, stop looking at me like that, fine!”

Jake smiled at him. “But, only if she really needs it. If she doesn’t, I’ll see you later.” Heeseung heard a faint farewell as he closed the door, walking over to his car. “Probs won’t go and just say she’s fine,” he mumbled. In all honesty, he was conflicted about whether he should visit you. Not because he hated you, but because he was slightly afraid of what he’d see.

He sat in his car, continuously sighing as if he were aiming for a world record. “She better be okay.” He pulled out of the driveway, regretting everything as he turned toward the direction of your house, standing at the stop sign of his street, tapping the steering wheel.

“I really don’t wanna go,” he said, looking to the right, the road that took him to your house but turned nevertheless. He had no choice but to put his own feelings aside for Jake regarding you, just like he did in the past when he first met you.

“Hm, hm~”

You sat on the edge of drunkenness in the corner of your bedroom, nearly giggling while dangling a quarter-finished bottle of vodka in your hand. Your head stayed against the wall as you looked down at the ashtray next to your thigh, an unlit joint on the edge. It was so tempting even though everything around you was too blurry for you to see anything right.

Ever since Jake left, you spiralled out of control. You didn’t cry; he took your right to cry away when he left. The two things you cheated on him with, drugs and alcohol, were the only things that stayed with you.

Days went by and if you weren’t drunk, you were high. And if you weren’t high, you were blanked out. It seemed it was the only way to keep him off your mind, forget how much you miss him.

It was hard to tell him exactly why you disappeared so often and for so long. You don’t even know why or how you got addicted in the first place but you know it was during your relationship. You wondered how he tolerated the alcohol or weed smell on you when you finally showed up at home. You wondered how he tolerated you for so long.

You were slowly sobering up in your corner of shame, setting the bottle down next to you. “Your turn,” you said with a goofy smile on your face as you reached for the neatly rolled joint sitting on the end of your ashtray. Whilst holding it, you fumbled around for your lighter, nearly knocking over your bottle when you found it.

The smoke escaping your lips was nearly satisfying as it formed a cloud close to the shape of a ball. A small smile stayed on your face, blinking slowly as your eyes burned just a little. The smell didn’t affect you in the slightest.

Somehow the weed was affecting you less than it normally did. You drank less than you normally would. It seems something was telling you to slow down, or just plain stop, because something was coming.

The front door knob softly rattled in a way that you couldn’t hear. Heeseung suspected that you wouldn’t lock the door, and part of him didn’t want to be right even though he was. He scrunched his face in disgust upon entering, the smell practically suckerpunching him in the face. “Oh for fuck sake,” he muttered as he walked slowly through the house on his way to your room, surprised at how clean the kitchen was in comparison to the living room.

Standing in the doorway of your room, he watched you blow out another cloud of smoke before your head naturally turned toward the door. “Bambi~” You were close to slurring with that drunken smile on your face.

“I told you not to fucking call me that,” he said sternly as he walked towards you.

“Did he send you?” You took one more swig before Heeseung reached forward to grab the joint out of your mouth, throw it on the floor and step on it. You looked down at your smashed friend, close to mourning it.

“Unfortunately yes,” he said as he grabbed the bottle next to you just as you were about to reach for it. “Said he had a bad feeling about you, sad to say he was right.”

“Bad feeling, huh? He really still cares,” you mumbled, leaning your head back on the wall.

“I told him not to.” Heeseung’s body went into auto cleanup mode as he moved anything harmful away from you. You were still curled up in a ball with your head sliding slightly against the wall. He looked at you, and words just left his mouth whether he was controlling them or not.

“Really, this is how you spent the past three months? Wasting away in a practically disgusting ball on the floor with nothing but this inside of you?” He raised his voice, slowly getting angry at you. “You should be cleaning the fuck up, not making yourself worse. It’s a wonder anybody wanted to be around you before he left, but it’s dead fucking certain no one wants to even think about you now.”

He was conflicted on whether or not he should feel bad about what he said purely by your empty expression with your glassy red eyes. “What, were you crying or something?”

You shook your head, laughing ever so lightly. “He told me I wasn’t allowed to cry so I haven’t cried in three months.” Your head stayed against the wall as you turned to look at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“With pity.”

Heeseung didn’t notice that his expression softened when you said you couldn’t cry. For some reason, actually being in your presence with you in this state did something to him.

“I’m not pitying you,” he quickly shook his head, going back to cleaning. He stepped past you to open the window, hoping fresh air could help with the smell. “Did you eat something?”

“Since when did you care?” You scoffed, surprised he even said yes to Jake’s request.

He stayed silent for a few moments. “I’m guessing you didn’t,” he said, walking out of the room to the kitchen.

How he managed to concoct something out of the few ingredients you had in the fridge, he wasn’t sure but at least he could feed you. “Careful, it’s a little hot,” he said as he carried it towards your nightstand to set it down. “Now go take a shower.”

You shook your head. “I can’t stand up,” you sulked.

“I’m not gonna wash you,” he said with a deadpan expression, walking towards you to get you off the floor.

It was a hassle getting you up since your body basically weakened from the months of not caring for yourself. “I’ll run a bath for you then,” he carried you to your bed, setting you down against the headboard so you wouldn’t fall over before scurrying to the bathroom. “She’s right, why am I doing this?” He muttered as he watched the water pour into the bath. “Because Jake asked me to.”

He shook his head as he looked at his reflection in the water. “Because I care about her.”

He sighed as he stopped the water, walking to the room to get you and clothes, scared to admit that he smiled a little when he saw you having fallen onto the bed. “Come on, go wash yourself,” he said sternly.

“You really don’t wanna wash me?”

“No, now off you go.”

You continued to sulk as he held onto your arm to keep you up as you held onto the t-shirt and sweatpants he set out for you. “What if I fall over?” You looked at him, still slurring a little.

He stayed quiet as he stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, gesturing for you to go inside. “I’ll leave the door slightly open, so yell if you need anything,” he muttered loud enough for you to hear before he left. You were a little wobbly but still managed to undress yourself, setting the clothes on the toilet seat and getting into the bath, wondering how he got the water at such a perfect temperature. You swore you could fall asleep from how comforting it was.

And it was at that moment, you began to miss Jake. Anything and everything reminded you of him. Him and Heeseung sharing a few facial features didn’t help, if one didn’t know them well, they could easily be mistaken for twins or mixed up.

You couldn’t cry even if you wanted to. It seemed he put a curse on your tear ducts, preventing you from ever crying again. If it weren’t for the water dripping from the faucet, your light sniffles would be the only thing heard in the bathroom, echoing against the wall. You lowered yourself, close to wanting to drown. There wasn’t an escape with Heeseung in the next room, the only way out was down.

But you couldn’t do it.

Instead you did what Heeseung told you to do, getting yourself washed up and dressed, having to sit on the toilet seat so you wouldn’t fall over. “I miss Jake,” you mumbled, sitting in a slouched position, fiddling with your fingers. “He would’ve washed me.”

“Bambi!~” You called out for Heeseung to come get you.

Moments later, he opened the door with a bored expression. “I told you not to call me that,” he sighed as he held his arm out for you to hold onto. You clutched onto him, staring at his face. “Stop staring at me,” he said, walking with you.

“But you’re so pretty~” You leaned against his arm as you sing-songed.

“I’m not pretty, now shut up.” He set you down on the bed, preparing to walk away since he considered his work done until you grabbed onto his sleeve. When he turned to look at you, something bad happened to his heart.

“Please, don’t go.”

It was as if history was repeating itself. In that moment, life glitched and it was no longer Heeseung’s sleeve you were holding onto so tightly. It was Jake’s. The surroundings became the doorway of the front door with cold air blowing into the house. Your eyes held unmeasurable misery and longing and pleading that Heeseung couldn’t bring himself to leave. Not with you looking at him like that.

And without a word, he sat down next to you, picking up the bowl of food he prepared for you that was luckily still warm. He scooped up a spoonful, holding it up to your mouth for you to eat. You looked too unstable for him to let you hold it and feed yourself.

“Tasty,” you hummed with a mouthful of food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he said sternly, holding the last spoonful.

When you finally finished, he set the bowl down on the nightstand once more, surprised by your sudden question.

“Do you wanna know what I was doing when I kept disappearing?”

He looked back at you, nodding slowly.

“I was doing one of the two things you saw me do when you came in. If I was gone for hours, I was drinking. If I was gone for days, I was high,” you purse your lips, hating how it sounded. “When he left, I was both. In my mind, if I stayed like that, I’d stop thinking about him since I feel like I don’t deserve to miss him.”

Hearing your excuse, he knew you wanted him to hate you more, and part of him did.

“It was funny when I went to the liquor store,” your shoulders jerked up slightly as you felt a slight laugh. “The look of concern on the cashier’s face and the assumption that I was throwing a big party, obviously I had to roll with it so I don’t look like a drunk.”

“Drug dealer nearly didn’t sell anything to me because of how much I asked for, you can guess I asked for a lot,” you giggled before leaning on Heeseung’s shoulder, sulking when he pushed you off, proceeding to fall backwards onto the bed.

Heeseung was filled with confusion. He didn’t know what he should be thinking or how he should feel about you. He hated you for how you treated Jake but he felt bad for you after finding out about your addiction. He hated how Jake’s gut was right about something being wrong with you.

“Why didn’t you tell him?” His voice softened as he spoke. His heart was slowly melting into the way it was when he first met you. When he had feelings for you.

“I was too ashamed to tell him,” you wiggled onto your stomach. “I knew he’d be all supportive and encourage me to get clean or even send me to rehab but I was too ashamed of what he’d think of me; his junkie girlfriend. I thought he’d stop loving me.”

It was at that moment, Heeseung didn’t dislike you at all anymore.

“And I thought it would make you hate me more,” you sounded like you were mid-yawn before actually falling asleep.

He looked back at you before turning back, keeping his eyes on his lap before sighing.

“I never actually hated you.”

He didn’t get any response so he continued. “When I first met you, I really liked you. I was even preparing to ask you out before Jake told me he liked you. When he talked about you, his eyes would light up and he sounded so excited that I backed off. So when the two of you started dating, I pretended to dislike you so I could hide my feelings but did end up hating the way you hurt him. But if I’m honest, I do still li-”

He heard you softly snoring and realized you hadn’t heard a thing he said. He literally spewed his heart out and you were out like the dead. He was honestly slightly relieved, you didn’t need to know about his feelings especially in your state.

He just got up and moved you under your blankets, tucking you in gently before leaving to take the empty bowl to the kitchen. He was too conflicted as to whether he should leave or not. He wanted to so he could just go home and tell Jake you’re okay but he also wanted to stay because you weren’t okay.

He stood in the kitchen with his phone in his hand, with Jake having asked if you’re okay. He pondered on what he should say to keep the hate facade up, knowing he would believe almost anything he said because of the amount of trust he had in him. If anything, Heeseung was ashamed of how he was breaking that trust with a single text, saying you were fine and he went to stay with a friend in another town for the weekend. Of course, Jake was sulky about it but still bought it.

He left his phone face down on the counter before going back to the bedroom, seeing how peacefully you were sleeping. He didn’t want to sleep next to you, it would be too awkward for him to share a bed with you so he laid himself down in a space on the floor where he could watch you.

It wasn’t the most comfortable but it was better than sleeping next to you.

☆☆☆☆☆

To say you were surprised to see that he was still there was an understatement. You were outright flabbergasted, but still smiling at how cute he looked. You wanted so badly to lay next to him or have him lay next to you. But it hit you that he didn’t like you enough to consider you an acquaintance let alone sleep in the same bed as you. Unfortunately, the ‘there was only one bed’ trope wouldn’t work with him even if you wanted it to.

You just laid there, waiting for him to wake up so he could tell you what to do. You felt lost with no one by your side, but Heeseung’s guidance and care (even though it was against his will) was doing more than any drug or liquor could do.

It seemed that your staring managed to wake him up. As his pretty brown eyes fluttered open, your newly sobered body felt butterflies as his eyes landed on you.

“Sleep well?” His groggy morning voice was even cuter than you thought. It seemed everything Heeseung did made you feel loved again, and you loved it.

You nodded, hugging your pillow. You wanted the pillow to be him and you wanted to make sure he knew you wanted it to be him. You wanted him to know you wanted him, not caring about his feelings towards you.

“I’ll get us something to eat.” Us. It felt so good coming out of his mouth.

He got up from the floor, stretching from the pain of sleeping on the floor. As he walked past you to go to the kitchen, you couldn’t help but watch him, having never realized how mesmerizing he was.

He stood in the kitchen once again, scrolling through the delivery app, wondering what he should get the two of you. He stopped, looking up and realizing what he was thinking about.

The two of you.

It was wrong. He shouldn’t be thinking of the two of you together, especially his best friend’s ex-girlfriend whom he pretended to hate with all his heart and soul. He nearly dropped his phone as tears began to fall. He doesn’t want you, but you’re intoxicating, blinding him from the reason why he was there.

He wasn’t stupid, he saw the way you stared at him but wanted to ignore it. It didn’t feel as good as it would’ve just over two years ago, it felt wrong. It was scaring him. Scary to the point of tears but he looked back down at his phone, wiping the tears away with his other hand as he picked something that would help your hangover. He then filled a glass with water.

He went back to the bedroom, feeling your eyes on him once more. “Food’s coming soon, get ready,” he said coldly as he gave you the glass of water.

You held onto it as tightly as you could, with your splitting headache it was a little difficult to concentrate on holding the glass so, after taking a few gulps, you set it down.

Heeseung sat in the corner, avoiding even looking in your direction since he knew you were staring. He kept staring at the app, waiting for the delivery person to arrive.

The second he received the notice that the person was close, he dashed out of the room to stay in the living room for a little bit.

Once he received the food, he held onto it tightly, hating that he had to go back. He didn’t want to stay with you any longer, not if it meant you’d keep staring at him the way you did.

“Here you go,” he kept his tone as deadpan as he could when he spoke to you. And he tried to keep it that way all day.

You stayed in bed most of the day, only getting up to go to the bathroom and climbing back into bed. But your only problem was the want, no, the need to drink something. It was killing you that you hadn’t had even a sip or a smoke in nearly 24 hours. You needed it, so badly.

But Heeseung was in the room most of the time. There wasn’t really a way for you to get your fix.

Until the minute he left. Then you hurriedly reached into your nightstand, grabbing the tiny bottle of vodka and chugging it, feeling a sense of relief as it spread in your system. Heeseung had walked in the very second you put the empty bottle back, suspicious of the look in your eyes.

“What were you doing?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Nothing,” you said slowly as you placed yourself on your knees in the centre of the bed.

“What are you doing?” He repeated slowly, taking tiny steps towards the door.

“Nothing,” your voice suddenly changed to an enticing one, making Heeseung struggle to walk away as you crawled slowly towards the edge of the bed. “But I wanna be doing you.”

He stopped dead in his tracks just next to the door, eyes widened to maximum capacity. ‘She doesn’t know what she’s talking about, it’s the constant substance abuse, it’s not her talking.’

“Heeseungie~”

‘Oh dear God, say no, say no.’

“Yes.”

The next minute, he’s drowning in your intoxicating kiss, not knowing if it was the vodka on your lips or you.

And before he knew it, he was out the door, rushing to his car in complete disbelief as to what he’d done.

He slammed the door closed, breathing heavily as he looked at the steering wheel. “It didn’t happen, no, it didn’t happen.”

He shook his head as he started the engine but as his hands touched the steering wheel, it slowly melted into the feeling of his hands grasping your waist, feeling the soft skin as-

“No!” He yelled as he took his hands away but reversed anyway, feeling comfy enough to hold onto it again.

He looked down, noticing he hadn’t put his seatbelt on, yet the very second his hand brushed against his waist, it became your legs wrapped around them as he-

“Hmph,” he shook his head to remove the thought.

He tried to calm his breathing but as he tried to slow it down, it sped up, reminding him of your rapid breathing from underneath him. When his hand clamped his mouth shut to stop breathing entirely, he could feel your enrapturing kiss. His breath slowed down when he moved his hand away, not realizing the tears slowly trickling down his cheeks.

He rolled his window down to get some air, hoping it would cool the car down until a random woman started yelling at one of the drivers.

“Heeseung! Heeseung!”

He held his ears closed, ripping them away when he could hear your near erotic moans filling his ears. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He rolled his window up, rushing to the nearest parking lot which just so happened to be nearly empty. And once he parked his car, it was filled with sobs. He held his face in his hand, soaking them in tears. Everything was reminding him of his mistake. Everything reminded him of what he shouldn’t have done. Nothing was going to be able to take it back. He couldn’t turn back time and stop himself from having sex with his best friend’s ex.

“I shouldn’t have said yes,” he said hoarsely as he shook his head. “I shouldn’t have said yes to him or to her.”

Nothing but time would be able to rid him of the scratches on his back or the light purple bruise hidden under his hoodie. But it seemed it was the only way to get you onboard with him taking you to a rehabilitation centre, as long as you got to do it before you left, or it was just a moment of weakness you took advantage of.

Heeseung felt weak at that moment, he got what he wanted years ago but in the worst way. He was just supposed to check on you, take care of you, not fuck your brains out and run away. Sitting in a parking lot bawling his eyes out in his car, all because,

“What am I gonna tell Jake?”

Heeseung wasn’t fond of lying to him, especially if he needed a serious answer for it. He didn’t know what Jake would say or do if he told him the truth. He never told him that he liked you and then hated you and he couldn’t tell him that felt bad for you and then liked you again and then that. He needed to come up with something believable, and he had a general idea of what to say.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Once he parked his car in the driveway even through the small moments that made him think of you and what he did, he sat there for a few minutes as he composed himself, or at least tried to. He took a deep breath, wiping his face with the sleeves of his hoodie before getting out.

As he opened the door, he was greeted with the friendly face he didn’t want to look at.

“Hey!” Jake smiled widely. “How did it go, is she okay?”

Heeseung cleared his throat as he began to speak. “Yeah, she said she’s starting therapy soon, she just had a problem.”

“What problem?” He sounded concerned.

“She didn’t say,” Heeseung answered. “So you can stop worrying about her, she'll be fine.”

He hated how well the lie rolled off his tongue but it was the only way to protect himself from a negatively unpredictable response. He walked away rather quickly to get to his room.

He closed the door, making sure to lock it as well. He removed his hoodie, not wanting to look in the mirror, knowing he’d see the mark you left on his neck.

There was nothing he could do but curl into a ball on his bed and muffle his cries into his pillow, wishing the word ‘yes’ never existed.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

#enhypen heeseung #enhypen angst #heeseung angst #heeseung enhypen #heeseung enha #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #angst imagine #kpop angst

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luffyvace · 4 months

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Hi beautiful. Your writing is just so good. So as request are open I would please request Nico robin x younger brother reader(biologial) thank you so much. Got the idea from the last fic you did with boa x older brother reader. Tbh you should open commsion. Sure people will come runing to you.

AWHH HII! omg robin would be such a good big sister of course i’ll do it!! it’s no problem at all anon!!

OMG that’s the biggest compliment ever!! i’m actually starting to consider this now that i think about it..:) thanks for the idea!

you and chopper twinning fr 🤪

LOLLOL anyways enjoy 😋💗

big sister robin>>

so getting the angst over with

you had each other and no one else for some time when you two were back on ohara

robin always prioritized, protected and loved you

you were the first one that knew her personally and didn’t shove her away

the first one that stuck by her, loving her unconditionally

you two gave each other lots of hugs and kisses on the forehead

as well as cuddling at night

you had a tough life since before you even hit 5

so you showed each other affection all the time to make up for the lack you should be getting from your parents

its sad you realized that at such a young age but you did

of course you had and appreciated the researchers but they weren’t family and they weren’t your parents!

you, robin and saul had good times and he taught you a lot in the short time you spend together before he died

both you and robin were confused when aokiji spared you

as sad as it is you were grateful and lost when he did, knowing you got to live on, but yet you had to do it with nothing left

if your a few years younger than robin, let’s say your 3

robin remembered your mom better than you and she always told you as much as she knew about her

she would buy you toy cars with whatever money she had when she could

she read you to sleep if your had troubles dozing off

she constantly reminded you “mommy will be back soon”

even though a piece of her told her she wouldn’t

that she’d have to step up and raise you herself

OK IMMA STOP PULLING AT YOUR HEART STRINGS NOW AND CUT TO THE FLUFF PART 😭💗💗

ok so time skip!!

robin is still just as motherly as she was back then

although now she can provide for you better!

you play lots of board games and read together

your the one person who can really get her laughing

of course she laughs with the rest of the crew, but with you? even if the joke is unfunny she’ll giggle the day away

which leads me to say she’ll do anything to keep you happy and healthy

she’s very knowledgeable and has taken care of you your entire life

so you go to her about any and everything

it doesn’t matter if it’s relevant or not she’ll listen anyway

sometimes you don’t even have to go to chopper

your tummy hurts? yeah she knows, it’s because you ate those berries she warned you about

what do you do if _____ happens?? oh just ______ that’s happened to her before

shes strong and you admire her for it

if your strong too you make a powerful duo!

devil fruit or not

shes got your back in any fights

and your the one person besides nami she won’t use as a stepping stool when climbing 😋

in fact she helps you up

if your weak or normal strength she always has a eye out for you

does you little favors all the time

need a helping hand?

😊😊😊

i’m so happy with myself for making that joke

if you spill something she’s cleaning it

if your carrying something heavy she’s helping you and supporting your weight

if your cleaning your room she’ll help you sort stuff out

“i told you to clean it a long time ago, you know, m/n”

robin lectures!:)

yup that’s my next topic

shes super motherly/big sisterly

obviously

so you get lectures and lightly scolded for not listening to the all knowing robin’s advice!

lightly, like i said. it’s still in her soothing voice

the last thing she wants is to scare you

she just wants you to listen!

”see? wouldn’t it have been easier if you just ______ like i said?”

”i told you m/n”

*face palm when you end up in a silly predicament*

*sighs and helps you out*

she gives you head pats and sometimes puts a reassuring arm over your shoulder

she gets you things she knows you’d like when she comes across them

just as she did when you were younger💞

if your feeling sad, jealous, angry, etc for any reason she knows

the most observant person on the planet has known you your whole life. 😐

she knows everything.

still kisses you atop your head every night before you got to bed

its so sweet 💖

she can definitely handle if your a more excitable person too

acts like how she does with luffy

smiles and goes along with your silly plans

she’ll help you prank people just because she loves you

but if you try to prank her she anticipates the trap and avoids it

either that or she saw you set it up in the first place, but you didn’t see her 😭

somehow she manages to get you in your own trap when you do that to her

raises her eyebrows and smiles at you knowingly to show you she knew you were trying to prank her

other times she just promises not to say anything to the victim your trying to prank 😊

sometimes leading them to the trap

if your more introverted she won’t mind if you follow her around for peace and quiet

you often read together in silence

or recommend books to each other, swapping when your done

if you get tired she’ll carry you

usually with extra arms

let’s you know when dinner is ready if your too indulged in a book

wants you to get rest when it’s your turn to watch over the ship at night

so sometimes she takes your spot

other times she’ll stay up with you to see the beautiful sunrise

tickles you to make you laugh, she likes seeing you happy

she also knows just what to do to make you smile when your feeling down

just for the record you, chopper, robin and zoro are a group!!! as well as you, franky and robin!♡

if you have a calm and cool demeanor like your older sister robin..!

the straw hats may view you as a older sibling as well

especially chopper

going to you for advice and breaking up fights,

nami will definitely use you for that second one, i must say

another thing:)

you fall asleep with your head resting on her shoulder a lot

she doesn’t move you and will sometimes pat your head or wrap an arm around you

very good at keeping still<3

puts a blanket around you too

will openly give you hugs but most the time you initiate them

i want a hug from robinn

🫂

lucky u

robin best big sister!!

I WANT ROBIN AS MYYY SISTERRRRR;(

she’s such a sweetie♥︎

as always! i hope you enjoyed, anon.

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sluttysnails334 · 4 months

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sluttysnails 2023 A03 Recap!

I am stealing this idea from PCE, so I will tag them for credit, @1moreoffkeyanthem

Total Works: 20!

12 Oneshots

3, twoshots, 2 threeshots, (they aren't full series so it felt weird to included them in that lol)

4 Series ( I technically only have one, but in my head a series is anything that is more than 3 chapters.)

1 Stick of Truth story

Most Kudos: Sliverstone and Goldfeather, 288

Most Comments: Also Sliverstone and Goldfeather, comment thread 98, comments 221

Most hits/bookmarks: it is ALSO Sliverstone and Goldfeather, it's sweeping this year everyone. It has 6,083 hits, and 49 Bookmarks

Longest Work: Sliverstone and Goldfeather, and it's still not done yall because it's #lazygirlwinter it is currently at 37,611 words

0 TFBW stories, sadly

Most written pairing: CREEKKK my oxygen, my life source, can never get enough of them fr

Work that made me cry while writing: Are We Still Friends? The first fanfic I ever posted. It wasn't sad tears, I was just happy I finished writing it, and was really proud of it lol.

Favorite Character to write from: Tweek, especially in S&G he is lowkey like my self insert, if I was like a fictional blonde gay man

Favorite AU: I like my SOT AU, even though the work has 2 chapters, lol, but I've written some of it, and just haven't posted it yet.

Least Fav Work: I Watch The Moon, it was the second thing I ever posted, and like it's not awful, but I would just write it so differently now, and I do think I might rewrite it at a later date.

Works that mean the most to me: Are We Still Friends, Sliverstone and Goldfeather, Camp Cottonwood, why didn't you call me back?, Love Like You, now you suck! god only knows where I'd be without you, ( all for diff reasons, might do a separate post on why)

Favorites:

We can leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

kissin' I hope they caught us,

baby you've got something in your nose ( probably my favorite style thing I've written tbh)

feeling:

how am I supposed to pretend, that I never want to see you again,

and you never knew how much I really liked you

running through the six with my woes!

Most Bizarre Fic: Either now you suck! or my man is my man, is your man, heard its his man too.

okayyyyy, lol this was fun, i love writing fan fiction and I had a really tough year and the South Park fandom has been so welcoming and I've made a lot of friends through it, that I will cherish for years to come.

THANK YOU for reading my fics if you do, even if you only ever read one, and if you haven't read my fics ever, thank you for just following me on here!! thank you for EVERYONE for baring with me and not finishing and/or taking literal months to update my stuff, you guys are the real ones. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

EVERYONE HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR AND 2024!!! 🎉🥳🍾🎈🎊🤸🏽‍♀️🤪

you can find me on a03 as sluttysnails!!! (sorry idk how to link it lol)

#south park #sp creek #sp style #south park fanfiction #a03 fanfic #ao3 writer #happy new year #read on a03 #fanfic writers #fanfiction #ao3 author

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the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see · 3 months

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you called me a friend and that has given me the courage to step out of the anon mask lol

YEAH EXACTLY. HE SPENT THE whole day looking for his daughter and then reliving painful memories! i felt so bad for him

cheers to living life as hopeless romantics lol

I KNOW RIGHT, (studying psychiatry just for them if we lived in that universe)

JERSEY. im not kidding, i spent like a week being emotional over the jersey ending, my parents were genuinely concerned 😭

nani has a Father Face!! yes!! and i've spent an embarrassing amount of time watching his interviews, and he's SO GOOD WITH KIDS. it's so cute honestly

yay for intellectual conversations via tumblr asks!! i've been overanalysing this movie almost constantly in my head for the past 4 days so this was really fun, ily <3

fun fact: i wanted to know when you replied to my ask, so i kept having to open your account, right? so after a point i just typed "gay" onto my searchbar to find your account lol

another fun fact, i was scrolling through your desiposting tag bc it was fun and saw "saturday night fever" and. i haven't heard this song in years, okay, i didn't even remember that such a song existed in that movie. but it still instantly played in my head with A Tune, and i googled the song to see if i remembered the tune somehow or if i was just making stuff up, AND IT WAS THE RIGHT TUNE. sure brain. remember all random tunes but not the shit i study for exams.

fellow pjo fan!! hi!! and i love your opinions on taylor swift!! FRIEND!!!!!

i apologise for the oversharing but i have very recently found telugu people on tumblr and i'm Very Excited, if you need me to back off, pls lmk and i will!

welcome to the other side............................!

2. I KNOWWWWWWW they really put nani in The Most situations ever give the man a break !! they need to put every character in counseling immediately after the cameras stop rolling

3. 🥂🥂 its tough but its real

5. NO WAYYY that is so funny but also <33333

6. HE ISSSSSSS when he did krishna gaadi veera prema gaadha and played with the kids all the time...................... where can i find a man like him fr

7. awhh i love you too<33 i always love talking about movies its so so fun

8. LMAOOOOOO honestly this is the end goal and vision. my moniker is gay as it should be and the universe is right

9. RIGHT its such a sleeper agent song i never remember it Until I Do. but yeah at that point i didnt know when i could go back to india and i remembered we would sing it while running and it made me Emotionanal. but i got to go back which was nice!! different problems but it still feels good to go home

10. omg!!!!!!!!!!! we are holding hands and skipping in a circle............ FRIEND!!!

11. no youre COMPLETELY fine i do the exact same thing<333 you dont need to back off at all, its incredibly fun to talk to you !!!

#its like a neighborhood in here if i see a telugu person im going to invite myself over #the tree speaks #asks #ily diana

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marengogo · 1 year

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hello heres are some naked series ideas if you don't mind ahem

jikook in japan ( when asked whats your fave memories of that day) sir jungkook said watching jimin playing on his phone until 5 am they were almost late for their flight lol

bon voyage commentary ( they asked jungkook the difference between bv1 and bv2) lmao he couldnt answer i wonder why😏

the fact that jungkook keep telling people namjoon is the reasom he joigned bighit dont sit right with me its like theyre a layer to it we'll never know... cos as a 14-15 yo he didnt even talk through it to his parent or sum.. and their first meeting tho i cringe...

minimoni idk why but i dont like that pairing...

in the soop jimin imitates the way jungkook "snores" and me thinks its the other kind cos who in their right mind snores like that are they fr💀

This is that famous ASK I have spoken about at the beginning of me answering ASKS.I received this ASK August 22, 2022 and it took me this long because of how I decided to tackle it. To begin with, there were a lot of topics I didn’t want to just breeze over (like the NamKook part). In addition, the tone of the whole ASK got me a bit itchy in all the wrong places, so I’ve been trying to keep my cringe at bay.

Hence … dear Anon, I do apologize for the delay in replying to this ASK, but here I am! And I’ll discuss the cringe-feeling I had with the tone at the very end, so hang in there with me that is if you are still around, cause gurl/boi/enby more than half a year is admittedly a long-ass time, I’ll give you that 😬😬.

So I’ve begun speaking about Minimoni and NamKook in the posts right here so please feel free to read those → MINIMONI & NAMKOOK. For the rest, let’s beginning with the first part of the ASK.

“JIKOOK IN JAPAN”

Anon is referring to a specific infamous? moment that happened during BTS’ AbemaTV Christmas Special interview on December 21, 2017, which you can find kindly translated here by BangtanSubs. As always I base whatever I discuss on all the Original Content (OC) provided so, I’d always advise watching this content before continuing reading if you haven’t already.

I think I have touched the subject of translating privately in my DM, but I can’t quite recall if I have on my blog. Some of you may know that I can speak Japanese, to a level where I mostly don’t need subtitles (unless there is a vocab I don’t know which I then have to look up). Now translating for a fandom like BTS is: TOUGH AF.

As you know we have solo stans, shippers, casual listeners, here only for the boys interaction, but not the music-stans, YOU NAME IT stans, so when someone provides you with a translation, for the most part they have to decide amongst 3 choice/courses of action:

Just translate the words and you can figure out implied meanings

I will translate in a way that the implied meaning is understood even if they didn’t say those words

Just translate the words, then take some time to make notes and explain what it could mean and also add already known facts with regards to the statement.

If you ask me, choice 3 would have to be the way to go; always. BUT LET’S BE REAL. It takes hella time to translate correctly. Imagine having to explain everything, every time, when the demand for instant translations is so high, particularly in a fandom like ours, especially when there are many moments which translators feel nobody should misunderstand.

Also, choice 1, prevents for the most part being attacked by people in the fandom, whereas choice 2 is the quickest way to getting things spectacularly wrong if you turn out to have mistakenly interpreted what you thought they meant. All of the aforementioned, are the reasons why Choice-1-Translators are the most common. But if I may add my 2 cents, do take the time to find some Choice-3-Translators when/if you can. Obviously, not for everything, but when/if in doubt, look for multiple sources until you are sure you’ve found various reputable, different-in-nature, sources who agree on the same meaning.

Good Choice-1-Translators are hella quick, 95% accurate and rely heavily on context. So what is the context of this Jikook-moment.

Following is the context as righteously translated by BangtanSub:

This is the actual Japanese part without the translate caption:

おもしろトーク is the construct which was translated as “funniest story”, which is not wrong, but like A LOT OF ANYTHING in Japanese it has nuance and other meanings. The word おもしろい (read omoshiroi) mainly means “interesting” and the second most common meaning is “funny”, as something funny is culturally considered also interesting it’s a bit complicated a concept to understand but stick with me for a sec. Anyways, the person with the most interesting/funniest answer would win the price.

As they start answering, J-Hope begins with promoting his solo songs off the bat, which has nothing to do with his questions, hence in a way, it was kinda funny/interesting for him to answer like that LOL. And then it is JK’s turn.

Now, this was 2 months after they had gone to Tokyo together and we know just how much they loved talking about this trip. They literally took every chance to mention it.

So when JK decided to talk about that trip, instead of an experience of them presently being in Japan, I’m sure nobody was shocked, however what I think happened then was that people gave too much importance to the “memorable” part instead of the “funny/interesting” part. I believe that JK told that story because the fact that they stayed up until 5am was truly memorable because it was truly funny/interesting to him.

What happened in those hours that they remained awake using JM’s phone? I don’t know. But using JM’s phone seems to be something that JK does more often than not now lowkey JK doesn’t seem like someone who really uses, or cares much about his own phone.

In fact, if anything, the rest of the members seem to be the ones who were almost worried as to what JK would say. Hobi decided to just give him the gift before even allowing him to finish, JM seemed to agree with that idea, everyone seemed to be just waiting to see what would happen, almost like when JK told the “rainy day” story during BTS Festa 2020. JK seems to really like having everyone wonder what he is about to say, almost to the point where they are borderline anxious; he really liked likes that.

SO TO ANSWER YOU/ANON: JK didn’t say he was watching JM until 5AM though he might have, who knows right?. They were on JM’s phone until 5AM, doing what? If they don’t tell us; we will never know, but also I really don’t think JK would have shared something personal between the two of them if JM wasn’t okay with it but that’s just me. So basically, I really don’t think this was a big moment for Jikook. Interesting/funny? Sure. Moving On!

“BON VOYAGE 2 (BV2)”

The live Anon is referring to is BTS’ reaction and commentary to their first episode of Bon Voyage Season 2.

These 2 lives both used to be on vlive. However, as we all should know, vlive and weverse have now merged, AND UNFORTUNATELY FOR US, these two particular lives seem to have been lost in the interweb as I couldn’t find them on weverse might try and look better later, BUT, you know me OC.OG. (Original Content OG), wasn’t going to pull up to this ASK reason why I ended up only answering to 1 ASK … without finding a way to make everyone participate in the same discourse, so I didn't stop until I found links to both cause;

It may take days IT TOOK ME FOREVER, but guys, the interweb never really forgets so keep trying, IT IS ALL OUT THERE after that, if you can't find anything, like anything in life, please do ask for help, but my people, at least give it a solid try first.

Aloha, Hawaii!:

Special Commentary Live:

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BACK TO THE QUESTION! Just like the previously discussed “Jikook in Tokyo” Jikookers, who MOST LIKELY were not around when this happened, saw the following cut out clip and started thinking that perhaps JK was alluding to the things that he and JM went through BV2, and proceeded to make this a significant moment because of the way JM looked at JK when he was trying to explain the difference between Season 1 and Season 2.

Don’t get me wrong. I do think that the way JM looks at JK in this situation is actually endearing and unique to them, and I’ll explain why. If you watched the commentary video, quite clearly, JK HAD NO CLUE WHAT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SEASON 1 AND SEASON 2 WAS, at least with regards to them as a band, which was what that live was about “BTS reacting to Bon Voyage Season 2”.

And the members knew that he didn’t, which is why they proceeded to start teasing him, saying that perhaps Namjoon should help him, but JK is a SORE LOSER; we all know that. He likes to win, no matter what, so he was going to say something, regardless of whether or not it was going to make sense or be impressive, and I think JM knew that and I think that THAT was the reason why JM was looking at JK in that way; he was waiting to see what this boi was going to come up with, and while doing that, his expression betrayed him for a couple of seconds, revealing that, even just that part of JK, was so cute, and like, “Why is he so cute even with stuff like this?!...” kinda way.

SO TO ANSWER YOU/ANON: JM wasn’t staring at JK in that way because he thought about the fact that, for example, they didn’t show them in their room, or that perhaps they might have been playing footsie, ETC, which CORRECT ME IF I AM WRONG, you seem to be implying?

This may come as a shocker but I honestly don’t believe that Jikook is out there trying to out themselves. I think they are conscious of the situation they are in, be it a homophobic country, members' safety, or global repercussions. They know that, and they live with it the best they can. Believe it or not, they are very careful, until they are not; for a second or two in front of the camera, or longer off-camera AKA fuck up slightly. We still don’t know completely the type of humans they are, but whoever they are and whatever they choose to be for each other, once again; THEY ARE DOING THE BEST THEY CAN TO LOVE, LIVE & SURVIVE.

Moving on to the last part! FINALLY.

“IN THE SOOP - 1”

Anon is talking about this particular moment from IN THE SOOP 1 Episode 1:

If you want to watch the whole episode:

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I’ll keep this VERY short …

SO TO ANSWER YOU/ANON: No. I don't think that JM was imitating JK moaning. Because this is what you were implying right? If you had watched the whole episode though, you’d see that JM also imitates RM, so what? JM is randomly going around describing how members moan in their private lives? Common’ Anon …

And I will conclude this LONG-ASS POST discussing why I felt cringe by your whole post: IT WAS THE WHOLE “IMPLYING”. There was a general sexual and dissing undertone to your ask, and I might be wrong about my vibe-check, so as always feel free to correct me, but I really … was like *shiver-down-my-spine* about it.

I am an adult. I don’t mind discussing adult topics. But like everything in life, there is a way and way to approach the topic. When it comes to people who, for the most part, are NOT DISPLAYING THEIR PRIVATE, AND SEXUAL, LIVES OVERTLY, you must know and understand there are boundaries right? Because even though they are not that open and out, the members are sensual beings in their craft and some also a little bit in their ways, and this part they don’t seem to mind displaying and THAT PART WITHIN PROPER REASON, ETIQUETTE AND BOUNDARIES I am very happy to discuss.

NAKED is not a series I started to begin an AV CONTENT channel, it is a series to strip down moments to their core. Just re-explaining in case it was lost in translation. The fact that I just so happen to be a very sensual and flirty being is all about me.

So let us not project. Okay?

Alright. Good. I’ll let y’all go, I'll continue answering ask later when I get back home from work!

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾,

Marengo.

#ASKS #PART OF THAT ANON'S ASKS #Jikook #Let's be upfront

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