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ilovechuuy4 · 2 months

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ᰔ୨୧ Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile ୨୧ᰔ

Characters; Chuuya, Fyodor, Dazai, Atsushi

BSD Men and what they would do for Valentines~

A/N: OH MY GOD I'M GONNA SOB THIS WAS SO EVERYLY RUSHED.. I HOPE THIS ISN'T BAD RAHHH I LOVE Y'ALL THO ALSO I GAVE EACH ON OF THEM A SINGLE HC BC YEA!! ALSO THANK YOG @luvfy0dor FOR IDEAS ILY note. When it gets to chuuya's I am NO CHEF SO DON'T EXPECT MUCH...

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Atsushi 🐯

→ Atsushi will go out of his way to get you multiple things, chocolate, flowers, stuffed bears/tigers etc. He'd spend million of dollars on you if he had it

It was around Atsushi come back from the ADA workplace as you sat on the couch waiting for your boyfriend, Atsushi, to arrive back. You wanted to do something cute for the 14th of February which is well, Valentine's Day. You sat directly to the left side of the couch, watching a movie until he arrives.

Meanwhile, Atsushi wasn't making his way home but to the energy markets and stores with a thought in mind. He was ready to make your day even better than before. He searches around the markets grabbing a lot of different things. He was going to spend money, money on you he didn't care how much every thing he got was.

As an hour goes by, Atsushi finally ended up at the cash register. His hands full of all types of goodies. A stuffed white tiger that was as large as his forearm, light red and pink roses and another flower variants, and different sweets and chocolates some in those heart boxes, some name branded. With a bright smile and about 100 dollars spend, he walks home seemed pretty proud of himself.

He didn't think of asking you to be his Valentines because well, your his S/O so why did it matter if he asked? He hums softly as he makes it to the apartment, fumbling with the keys of the front door before unlocking it, walking in and shutting the door with his foot. "Mhm, my precious baby? I'm home." He hums softly putting every thing on the counter.

You perk up and bit, standing up from the couch and skittering over to him. "Mmh, hi my love." You murmurs out hugging Atsushi. "Hey, will you uh- be my valentine?" Atsushi says with a soft smile. You smile back, kissing his cheek softly. "Of course, why wouldn't I not?" You say with a cheeky grin taking the stuffed tiger out the bag.

"Hey this looks like you, silly." You said with a chuckle. Atsushis arms wrapped around you, his face slightly buried in the crook of your neck. "Yes because I want you to think of me every time you see it, happy Valentine's baby.." He says with a laugh.

Chuuya 🍷

→ Chuuya, like Atsushi, goes all out but with the amount of money he has he definitely goes above and beyond, flower petals, candle lit house, fancy gourmet dinner cooked by yours truly and you can't forget the wine that will be neatly set on the table.

It was the time just half passed 6pm and you were on your way back to the home your boyfriend owned. The sun was already slowly setting the hues of the color filled sky shining I to the small puddles on the ground. The weather wasn't the best today but it was all fine if you get to spend the say with your boyfriend.

You take out your keys from your bag, carefully unlocking the door to the large apartment or well penthouse. Once you walk in you see your boyfriend, Chuuya, in some pants and apron, no shirt and lied was he attractive. "Oh, hey doll your back? How was work, hmm?" The ginger said with a smirk, his pearly whites showing off.

"Oh it was same old same old, what are you cooking?" You hum, letting down your H/C hair from the short/long ponytail you had to have up for work. "It's just something simple, steak with peppercorn sauce, that sound good darlin'?" He hummed out, the food looked delicious this wasnt just "something simple" you knew chuuya loves to go all out when it's days like this.

"Yea, something simple?" You said with a mock smile as you watched him cut up the freshly cooked steak that was medium rare(or well done) and then placed them on the plate along with Cajun potatoes and spicy slaw the steak topped with the peppercorn sauce. "I hope you're hungry because I made this special just for you." He said, cringing a bit at his own words as he slips it onto the dinning table.

You make your way to the dinning table and sit down, you watched as Chuuya poured y'all both a glass of wine. "Go ahead, dig in doll I'm not judgin'." The orange haired male said with a shit eating yet cheeky grin as he started to eat his own food. You had to admit, the presentation was amazing as you picked your fork up and began eat, Lord was it amazing it tasted as if you were at a 5 star restaurant reservation.

Y'all soon had finished eating, Chuuya stands and gently slips the glasses and plates along with the utensils into the sink before coming back to the table. "C'mere I wanna love up on you." He said gently patting his thigh, what was he some weirdo trying to get a cat to come? Either way it worked. You stood up and reluctantly slipped onto his lap. He left out a soft groan as he feels your entire body sink onto him, he loved it, he basically worships your body.

"Yea, this is nice." He mutters his arms around your waist and his face buried in total he crook of your neck, placing soft messy kisses on the nape of your neck. "Mmh? Yea a bet it is." You tease, running your nails through his messy orange hair massaging his scalp. "Yea, it really is. I love you doll, Happy Valentine's Day." He murmurs gently biting down on your neck.

Fyodor🔪

→ Fyodor innitonally thought valentines day was just a cringe and corny day but now that he has you he spoils you the best he can~

You and Fyodor have been dating for almost a year and a half and for that year y'all haven't really celebrated Valentine's Day not because y'all hate it just because you both don't know what to do for one another. But obviously today was different for Fyodor he wanted to make this a good Valentine's Day for the both of you.

He saw one of those videos of someone making paper roses out of book paves and took it upon himself to make at least a bouquet of these paper flowers. He started it when he was free from work and you were off with friends. He was on the very last flower, his slender fingers trembling softly as he taped and glued each one together.

Once finally finished he put them in a paper wrapping some were painted a soft purple and others were just the paper color. He only has a few different chocolates, he wasnt 100% sure what to get you since this was his first time buying Valentine's things for a S/O. He had also worked on a hand written note that was a bit cringy but his heart was put into everything and that's what mattered.

You shortly arrive home as he finished up, he stood up quickly grabbing the things and walked to greet you. "My myshka your home? How was your day out?" His thick Russian voice seeped into your ears making you smile as you took off your coat and shoes 'nd putting them in their desired places before going over to hug your boyfriend.

"It was alright they all had their boyfriends/girlfriends around so they left pretty early." You said with a slight smile. "Oh I'm sorry I wasn't their, maybe I should just come next time?" He said with a slightly closed mouth smile. "No it's alright Fedya don't worry about it too much."

"No I will come next time it's just I was busy making this stuff for you." He said taking the paper roses, the note and a few box's of chocolates off the kitchen counter. "It's not too much but it's the best thing I could have thought of, I hope you like it my love." He said kissing your hair.

You smile softly as you read the note, you could tell he put a lot of time in this entire thing, the paper roses, the note and just going out to get the chocolates. "Awe, thank you Fedya..i really appreciate it." You said as the slight smile faded into a bigger one.

"You're very much welcome, you're my everything and I wanted to try this Valentine's Day thing out with you at least once. Happy Valentine's Day my myshka." He hums before putting a slow, tender kiss onto your lips.

Dazai🤕🐌

→ Dazai is NOT like the others in this one bro his broke ass can't afford any of that he's bringing you to the goddamn cheesecake Factory ୨୧

When Dazai arrived home he said he wanted to bring you somewheres as he seemed to be in a rush, he told you to get ready nothing to fancy though. So that's exactly what you did you dressed in something slightly casual not too causal though and then helped Dazai fix up his bandages before y'all headed out.

It was about a 30 minute walk from yalls apartment to the place and ones you saw what it was you smile softly, the cheesecake factory. You love the effort he's put into all of Valentine's Day for the both of y'all. "The cheesecake Factory? Mmh thank you 'Samu." You said with a smile.

"Of course babe~ Let's go let's go inside now sweet cheeks." He said with a smile, he was definitely feeling all giddy as he gently tapped your ss to get you to go inside. Once inside the waiter greeted y'all, you assumed Dazai made the reservation prior or when you didn't know because how else would y'all get in so easily? Once sat in the back of the restaurant y'all ordered the drinks the two of you preferred.

Dazai hums softly his hand gently rubbing your thigh as y'all looked through the menu, Dazai ended up getting the warm crab dip as an appetizer for the both of you. "Dazai, my love, when did you make the reservation? I didn't see you make it any this week?" You said, cocking an eyebrow. "I did it some time, that's for me to know not you babe.~" He said with a cheeky grin as the appetizer came out.

The lighting of the place was warm and calming as you 'nd Dazai spoke about what food y'all should order, he told you to get what you wanted and he wouldn't hold you back which was pretty weird but oh well? Soon the waiter came back to take your orders. You ended up just ordering the filet Mignon with the green beans and mashed potatoes. While Dazai got the Cajun jambalaya pasta.

Y'all didn't wait too too long until the food arrived and y'all started to eat. The food was good it wasn't five star but it was a good 4.5. Y'all finished eating about 20 minutes later and y'all were completely full but Dazai had one last thing. The waiter came back once more and placed down a cheesecake that was to go.

You looked at it, reading the strawberry glaze that was made into words "Happy Valentine's Babe" is what is read, you smile softly as you feel Dazai's hand still rubbing your thigh. "Alright let's go home?" He asked with a cheeky grin as he stood up, leaving the right amount of cash on the table for a tip.

Once y'all leave, the cheesecake in a bag y'all walk down the sidewalk back to the apartment. You unlock the door and walk inside, the brunette placing the cheesecake on the dinning room table. "That was a nice date, my love." You say with a closed mouth smile.

"Mmh? Was it sweet cheeks? Well I'm glad you liked it." He said, he was so cocky but you still loved him. His slender arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in. "But I bet their cheesecake isn't as sweet as you~" He said as he quickly pressed his lips against yours, his tongue slipping passed your lips. "Mmh, happy Valentine's Day Babe~" He muttered against your lips.

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myunghology · 1 year

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walk me home — hellovenus

project sekai boys and how they love.

— akito, toya, tsukasa, rui x gn! reader (seperate) got this idea from a post user @/akiitos tagged me in 🫶🫶🫶 ALSO FASTEST WORK I'VE EVER MADE WITH 4 CHARACTERS? I DID IT IN ONLY AN HOUR

✦ akito shinonome

he's a bit passive aggressive. but you know he loves you dearly.

he loves by telling you aggressively not to overwork, just because he seems distant doesn't mean he doesn't care about you. and then when you don't, he lightly scolds you, calling you stupid for not listening to him, but even after all that, he still takes care of you.

he loves by looking out for you. telling people to shut up because your sleeping— telling people to fuck off because you're getting uncomfortable and because he knows you're too nice to say anything.

he loves by treating you sometimes with his own hard earned money. akito wants to take you out with his own money. not anyone else's. refuses to buy anything for you unless it's with his money.

he loves by being attentive. you send a chat that you're tired, and he reads it immediately. you might think he ignored you but 7 minutes later he's outside your house with some snacks so he can help you with whatever your dealing with. he walks in before closing the door with the spare key you gave him, going inside your room saying, “i heard someone was stressed.”

he loves by being an asshole. you were so sick of him that you say, “why are you always such an ass to me? what the fuck did i do?” and he replies with “I'm 'such an ass' because I'm in love with you, you fucking dumbass.” that was basically how he confessed.

✦ toya aoyagi

toya is an interesting person, it's hard to tell what he's thinking, but besides that, you still love him.

he loves by being considerate without you asking. one time, he heard you were having difficulties with an exam. so he came over and studied— even if he was tired, he's still considering you. motivating you even though your also tired.

he loves by giving you gifts as appreciation. we all know toya has a habit of literally winning a lot of stuff in arcades, so most of his winnings go mostly to you. you know, your plushies have their own bed now because of him.

he loves by reassuring you with anything and everything. telling you even when you're stuggling, bad times and good times, that he's still in love with you, even in arguments. tells you he'll still love you as you are whenever your too shy. tells you it's okay to make mistakes.

he loves by doing what he dislikes the most just for you. even if you never asked for it. you could say you love piano covers and suddenly he sends you a recording of him playing your favorite song on the piano even though it brings him unpleasant memories, he knows you'd never do something he doesn't like, but he can't help but do it for the person he loves.

✦ tsukasa tenma

tsukasa is a very, very energetic person. which makes him hard to get along with especially if you're an introvert.

he loves by making you smile almost always. how he goes the most goofiest shit just to see you smile. the lengths he goes just to see you happy. wxs calls him a simp, but who is he to deny that? even before you both start dating, his focus is always on you. and saki

he loves by showing you off / flexing you. you just laugh it off, but he really likes doing it. he always goes "oh my god their so amazing how could I get so lucky" etc. people give him weird stares, but he says everything he says is true.

he loves by helping with your social skills. if you're anxious, of course. he isn't afraid to introduce you to his other friends, encouraging you to talk, even if you don't want to, it's okay. he'll talk for you, no problem.

he loves by always spending time with you. he's always with you to the point that when you two are seperated, something went wrong. but really, he's just really busy. even if he is busy, he always makes time for you, checkin up on you everyday, and gets worried when you don't reply.

✦ rui kamishiro

rui is also an interesting person. you question him sometimes, but you still love him.

he loves by flirting with you. will stop if you're uncomfortable of course, but if you aren't, pickup lines are daily. and it isn't those weird cheesy ones. it's the ones that come out of no where. when you say something— he always has a pick up line to say. it's a 6th sense at this point.

he loves by listening to you. when you tell him to eat and stop being picky, he's pouting while eating vegetables. listening to you also means while you're sad. he's all ears. giving advice there and then unless you only want him to listen. and he's greatful that you're willing to share with him.

he loves by always willing to help you with anything. especially with robotics if you take it. he's really smart, you know. but he just.. doesn't use his smartness well if you know what I mean. if you two listen enough in class, then you two are definitely passing.

he loves by always noticing you when you're left out. he sees your trying to talk but other people keep interrupting. suddenly his voice gradually gets loulder when he says "ah wait [name], what were you trying to say?" always considering you even in moments like these, and you always appreciate it.

©myunghology — all works written are made by ©myunghology. DON'T steal / copy my works. if you do see someone stealing my works, please report them :).

#pjsk x reader #project sekai fluff #proseka x reader #project sekai imagines #project sekai x reader #project sekai #shinonome akito x reader #akito shinonome x reader #aoyagi toya x reader #aoyagi touya x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #touya aoyagi x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #jian’s works!

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vargskelegore · 1 year

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heyoo!! could we get a fic where transfer student!shuri realizes u mostly eat struggle meals like ramen n the occasional hamburger helper n since you feel bad abt her taking you out to eat a decent meal everyday she learns how to cook w you 💪🏾

author's note: NO BECAUSE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO CUTE. i'm always eating a damn struggle meal so this is relatable af. ramen gang for the win tho.

cake boss, who? - hbcu!shuri x black!reader

requests: open to headcanons & imagines!

on campus, for lunch, you usually ate ramen. no, not maruchan-- that shit was below your standards. nongshim. the more superior budget ramen. although, even that shit wasn’t really healthy for you.

it was a common experience-- being a college student and being broke since you were either unemployed, or your job paid so bad you might as well be unemployed.

you were lucky that sometimes your rich roommate would pay for you to eat because she wanted to- but since she was always gone, going on dates with random dudes on campus, it wasn’t often you ate something she got you.

honestly, shuri took you out to eat more times than you could count (AS FRIENDS.... i guess?), but you felt really bad about taking her money and food all the time. it wasn’t like they were michelin star restaurants, just stuff like ihop, waffle house, panera bread.. they were luxury to you, though.

on one of the days you were cooking shin ramyun, there was a familiar knock on your door. shuri. shuri developed this knock based off of drum beats they would do back in her home country, and it was something she did on your door to remind herself of home, and also let you know her arrival.

“the door is open!” you called out, attempting to keep the amount of smoke down because if you even had it float a little too high, that alarm was gonna get you, and your cooking in the dorm days would be over.

as soon as shuri walked in, she could smell you cooking the same thing, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

“every time i walk in here, not only are you cooking, it’s always that high sodium trash.” shuri looked around the room as she walked inside.

“yeah well, it’s at the local neighborhood walmart, and it’s like six bucks for a pack of them.” you shrugged as you pushed the noodles around with your chopsticks.

“..is the meals i get you not enough?” there was a hint of panic in shuri’s voice -- one thing about her was that she always tried hard, but for you, she went beyond that. she wasn’t exactly sure why she was like that.

noticing what shuri said, you cut her off so quick. “no! i love the places you take me, but.. i don’t want you to spend money on me like that..” your voice got quiet at the end, and that’s when shuri walked over to you, staring down at you.

“nonsense, it’s barely anything.. i’m willing to spend enough to keep you well fed. i think it’s stupid how american university tuition just uses up so much money that you have to live off of cheaply made factory food.” shuri could go on a rant about this, and you could tell she had been bottling that opinion up for a while.

“i don’t disagree, but this is my life, shuri.” you sighed in defeat as you turned around to drain the water.

shuri got directly behind you, hands in her pockets. when you turned back around, you were met with her being right in front of you.

“then let me try something different. let’s cook together.” there was hope in her voice as she stared down at you. your hand, which was being occupied by your ramen pot, slightly began shaking.

“i, uh..”

“please? i think you can make a good meal without using so much money, if that’s what you’re worried about.” her voice was gentle, and god, how could you say no to that voice? hell, it was practically begging.

after a moment of silence, you nodded.

shuri’s face lit up as she took the pot from your hand, pouring the sauceless noodles into the trash. you were a bit shocked that she did that so quickly.

“shuri, that was my lunch--!”

“hush, we’re gonna make a better lunch together.”

ever since that moment, you two started making food together. learning how to cook cheap and tasty food was a bit of a challenge, but you both managed to deal with it.

you two made everything together. pasta, soup, fancy ass sandwiches, and so much more. for you, seeing shuri in an apron when you guys were baking was the cutest thing ever.

powder all over her face, squealing when a certain ingredient got all over her. it was adorable and it melted your heart.

there was nothing more you enjoyed than the company of shuri.

on one of the days you two were baking, you both decided to bake a cake this time. nobody told y'all it would take a while, but honestly, that was probably because you two were goofing off instead of baking which made it take longer.

as you were mixing the buttercream frosting mixture together, shuri sighed in annoyance.

"crap, i forgot my phone.. i'm gonna go get it, i'll be right back. don't eat the frosting. i'm serious."

you held your hands up in surrender before nodding. mentally you were smirking, because you were gonna eat it anyway.

as soon as she left, you waited about 20 seconds before sticking your finger into the bowl and taking a taste.

a few tastes turned into more tastes. and more. but it wasn't enough to make it look like it wasn't enough for icing.

as soon as you could hear shuri coming back, you immediately went back to mixing, whistling a bit as you didn't acknowledge her presence out of guilt of eating it.

"..y/n? i'm back." shuri raised an eyebrow at you as she walked back over to where she originally was.

you hummed before muttering out a quick "hi." and went back to doing what you were doing.

shuri, being the suspicious person she was, crossed her arms and just stared at you. you could feel her stare but you tried so hard to make it seem like you didn't care.

"y/n. turn around for me, real quick?"

"but i'm mixing.. i can't get distracted." you lied, realizing your once rhythm on mixing suddenly became very irregular.

shuri didn't say a word before pulling you from the mixing station and over to where she was standing. you tried covering your face, but she was quick to make you uncover.

that's when she saw it.

she brought a thumb to your face, wiping off something on the corner of your mouth, and licking it off her own thumb.

"that tastes really good, but damn, y/n, you could've lied a little better, no?" it was icing. she had a teasing grin on her face as she watched you become visibly embarrassed. all she could do was laugh as she went to grab the frosting and begin icing the cake.

you were stunned, to say the least. what were you gonna do with this girl?

#sam is obsessed with shuri #sam answers asks #hbcu!shuri #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #black reader #imagine

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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year

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Valentines number one hater | Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

parings: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

summary: Jason hates Valentine's Day with a burning passion. When he decides to take out his trash he bumps into his next door neighbor, Y/n. Y/n is obsessed with Valentines and is attempting to go on a nice valentines day but her plans don’t go as planned when she gets stuck in the elevator with her neighbor. warnings: enemies to lovers?Jason being a little bit annoying, love triangle at the end, makeout session. Also english isn’t my main language so if there’s any mistake I am sorry!! a/n: Hey! I’m back after a long break, since Valentine's day is one of my favorite holidays I decided to make a mini series called Cupid’s fourteen love stories where I write each day of february leading up to valentine's day. I think this is the most I have written in a while. I hope you enjoy lots of love.

Cupid’s Fourteen love stories masterlist. regular masterlist

previous imagine.

Jason looked at the tv in front of him changing the channels as quickly as possible trying to avoid another cringy romance movie but by the looks of it, it was quite inevitable since it was valentine's day after all. He sighed, deciding on leaving the notebook playing in the background on mute. Jason leaned against his couch trying to get as comfortable as possible, he chugged down the drink he had in his hand while looking at his phone for any missing text messages. He had taken the day off and Dick gladly covered for him, which made things easier for him to somewhat relax.

Jason didn’t have anything to worry about, he didn’t have to call to make dinner reservations, he didn’t have to spend loads of money on dumb valentines decor, he didn’t need to buy gifts, he didn’t have to plan over the top dates, he didn’t need to dress up and all this because he had been blessed on being alone on valentines. It had been his decision to be alone, even after Dick and Tim desperately tried going cupid mode and set him up with every vigilante they knew, he still decided it was best to be alone and enjoy his day off.

He had all the supplies to not leave the comfort of his apartment for a few days, so he didn’t have to stumble with the valentines craziness. An unlimited stash of snacks and drinks, a muted tv and a candle with a good book, what else could he ask for?

A date on valentines? Hell no. It wasn’t that Jason hated the idea of falling in love and what not. He secretly loved all the lovey dovey bullshit, he just hated valentines day. He didn’t have a good experience with his past valentines and he just thought Valentines day was such a waste of time, you should show your partner unloving love every day not just on Valentines Day.

“Jason have you see…What are you wearing?” Roy Harper, Jason’s roommate, asked while entering the living room fixing his tie and looking him up and down.

“ I’m wearing my day off outfit, plaid pants and a nice gray hoodie, you should try it sometime, James Bond.” Jason said, chuckling at his joke while looking at the well dressed Roy.

“I think I’ll pass on the stain hoodie and smelly pants offer” Roy responded while pushing Jason’s feet off the coffee table while searching for his keys.

“Shouldn’t you be annoying your date?” Jason asked while rolling his eyes and sitting up straighter,

“Well I can’t find my keys and I can’t leave without them so you're stuck with me for a while” He mumbled, still focused on finding his keys.

“Well, you could stay and we could spend time together like the good old days” Jason responded while taking a sip of his drink.

“I spend everyday with you Todd, now where did you put my keys?” He asked while turning around to look at him.

“It was worth the shot…Near the door” He mumbled, making Roy walk towards the door to grab his keys.

“If you want company so badly you should go out and have some fun” He said while looking at himself in the mirror giving himself the last finishing touches.

“Well, I’m having so much fun right now, why leave?” He said while taking another sip of his drink

“And I want to act like I believe you but I know you too well to believe you're enjoying your time by watching the notebook on mute. I know that last vale..”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” Jason quickly cut him up standing up and heading towards the kitchen. Roy followed him quickly.

“ I just think you shouldn’t bum yourself just for one bad date” he responded trying to not anger Jason.

“I said I didn't want to bring that fiasco up again. So do me a favor and please drop it” Jason responded through muttered teeth throwing the can into the trash can forcefully making it fall since the trash was completely full.

“Okay then I’ll drop it if you do me the favor of taking the trash out since I’m the one that always does it” Roy responded muttering, turning around and walking towards the mirror again.

“I'll gladly do it, but not because you’re telling me, it’s because I want to take the trash out.” Jason quickly pulled out the bag with ease tying a knot walking towards the apartment door.

“Whatever you say Jason,Also don’t take the elevator! I think it’s giving a little bit of problems” Roy said, not taking his eyes off the mirror.

“I’m not taking the stairs on my day off” Jason responded walking out of the door.

“Have it your way then” Roy yelled from the inside of the apartment.

Jason pressed the elevator button patiently waiting for it to go to his floor but his heart quickly stopped when he heard some keys jiggling behind him. He closed his eyes muttering several swear words while hitting the elevator button to hurry the process up. He even contemplated running down the stairs. It was a better idea to take the elevator than with his neighbor. He lived on the fifth floor, could the elevator not go any faster? and an answer to his prayers came quickly when the elevator ding made Jason enter the empty elevator as quickly as possible. He pressed the lobby button to begin for it to close. He sighs in relief when the door starts closing painfully slow.

“Wait! Hold the door” A hand stuck in between the elevator making Jason roll his eyes as he saw the person he least wanted to see on this day.

“Oh, Hey Jason! I haven’t seen my lovely neighbor in a while” she said, smiling at him. She walked to the other side of the elevator keeping space between them. Jason stood there quietly not bothering to respond his only intention was to take the trash out, not have a conversation. But something deep down was trying to drag him in, maybe it was her usual perfume that would drive him insane every time he would leave his apartment or maybe the fact that he was finally next to her after a while of not seeing each other. Either option was being put aside because he wasn’t dealing with this, not again.

Y/n L/n had been Jason Todd and Roy Harper’s Neighbor ever since they decided to move into that crappy apartment complex. Y/n was the only good thing that the apartment had and quite honestly he didn’t mind. Their conversations at the beginning would usually be a hello in the morning or how was your day at night. As months passed by Jason felt himself drawn to the girl like he had never felt like someone before so he asked her out, specifically on a Valentine's Day date. He knew it was a little straight forward but all his nervousness went away when she excitedly squealed and hugged him while muttering what took you so long.

so Jason Todd made it his mission to make the perfect Valentine's day date in the history of valentine's day. He waited hours to get a reservation to Gotham’s most successful restaurant and after begging for twenty minutes he got a reservation for too. He proceeded to get the biggest bouquet of (f/f) with some chocolates. When Valentines came around he forced Dick to take his place patrolling and after succeeding on forcing Dick to patrol he put on his nicest clothes and headed to the restaurant. He waited for two hours, sending her messages here and there but he didn’t receive any answer. He watched as a couple passed by him giving him pity looks and how the waitress would show up every few minutes asking if he was ready to order.

Jason hated the fact that he had finally put himself out there just to be stood up on the most romantic day of the year. After that Jason made it his mission to avoid her at all cost which wasn’t that hard given the fact that Jason left his apartment late in the afternoon and came back early in the morning making it impossible to bump into the very busy girl. She didn’t even bother telling him what happened or why she decided to bail him in the first place. Y/n had his phone number, was it that hard to excuse herself from not going?

“Okay then silent treatment it is then” She muttered rolling her eyes while impatiently waiting for the elevator doors to open. Her eyes landed on the numbers changing painfully slow. She could hear Jason shift a little to the side leaving even more space between them.

“Are you going on another valentine's day extravaganza?” Jason asked sarcastically while looking at her. He noticed how she carried a beautiful picnic basket while she was beautiful styled matching the valentine days theme.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked angrily, turning around to meet his gaze. She furrowed her eyebrows while glaring at Jason waiting for a response.

“You know what I mean L/n” He muttered turning around to face the elevator buttons again

“Well I have you know, I’m actually going on a galentine's day picnic with my friends” She answered matter-of-factly while turning to avoid his annoying presence.

“I didn't ask,” Jason replied shortly, begging for the elevator to hurry up.

“Well you did insinuate what I was going to do today so that’s almost the same thing” She replied also praying that the elevator would hurry up.

“That’s not the same thing! It’s not even the same situation” He muttered getting closer to the buttons leaving her behind.

“When did you become such a dick?” She was genuinely concerned for Jason.

“You know this elevator is taking too long” Jason started pressing random buttons hoping that the elevator would finally open but he was out of luck when the elevator forcefully stopped while fluttering the light off.

“Fantastic! Now the girls are going to think I stood them up” Y/n exclaimed sarcastically to the darkness while Jason threw his head back in annoyance regretting the fact he decided on taking out the trash, if it weren’t for Roy and his annoyance he would’ve been watching the notebook on mute with a good book in his hand. But now there he was, stuck in an elevator with the girl he least wanted to see.

“It’s not going to be the first time you stood someone up, don’t feel bad” He muttered while sliding against the elevator wall to sit down on the cool floor.

“You know, if you want to tell me something you can’t tell me directly instead of saying rude remarks” She muttered while following his actions and resting against the floor. Y/n moved, stretching her legs a little bit bumping with Jason’s but none of them decided to move.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to go on that picnic of your’s we won’t be long here” He aid while coughing trying to hide his nervousness. He thanked that the elevator was still dark and they couldn’t see their expressions because he didn’t want her to see his blushing face.

“Roy told me he got stuck last week in the elevator and stayed like four hours. It’s Valentine's Day. I doubt they’ll come here to fix the elevator now.” She huffed in annoyance throwing her head back hitting it several times with the metal wall behind her.

“You still talk to Roy?” He asked in shock, feeling both surprised and betrayed by his friend's actions.

“Of course I still talk to Roy! He’s my friend, I would still talk to you if it weren't for the fact that you avoid me all the time” She exclaimed while Jason gasped while pressing his hand on his chest sarcastically.

“If you hadn’t stood me up in the first place maybe I wouldn’t have decided on avoiding you. Hell maybe instead of going on that dumb picnic you could’ve been going on a date with me” Jason exclaimed loudly. When he finally comprehended the words that left his mouth he stayed quiet regretting even thinking about saying that bullshit.

“Is that what this is about? Jason I-” Y/n tried to break out the silence but Jason quickly cut her off.

“I really don’t want to talk about it, Y/n. Just imagine I didn’t say a word. It was a year ago let's just act like nothing happen like we’ve been doing the pat year”

“I can’t. I tried saying I was sorry but you were avoiding me. Something at work came up at the last minute. I sometimes can’t control what happens in my job and how long I have to stay. I swear I didn’t have my phone on me, if I did I would’ve messaged you quickly. I swear” She said quickly into the darkness. Jason hummed to her response not having the energy to say anything, he didn’t know what to do, that was for sure. He had gone through so much and he decided to open up and give her a chance just for her to leave him hanging. Part of him wanted to break the elevator door open and leave, but a bigger part of him wanted to stay and see what the night brought to the two neighbors.

“You know what, let me make it up to” She exclaimed, moving her legs away from Jason. He could feel her moving all around the floor looking for something.

“How are you going to make it up for me? it’s not like we could do much in this tiny elevator” He mumbles pushing his legs up towards his chest leaving more space for her to move.

“Where’s your creativity Todd? Look” She said while showing out a lighting a lighter in front of his face

“You want to smoke in an elevator?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Y/n chuckled while shaking her head.

“Actually, I have the lighter for this” She quickly pulled out two candles from her basket, settling them in between her and Jason. She lights them up, lighting up the elevator with a warm sunset tone. She smiled softly at the grumpy Jason that was looking at her with a concerned look on his face.

“Isn’t this a fire hazard?” Jason asked looking down at the candles, Y/n playfully rolled her eyes while taking two plates and placing them in front of the pair. She quickly settles a beautifully folded napkin with utensils on top of the plates while Jason stares at them in confusion.

“I told you I was going to make it up for you. It may not be a reservation at Gotham’s best restaurant but a candlelit dinner with flowers” She said while placing the flowers in a vase in between the candles. Jason smiles softly, taking in the view before him.

“What's on the menu this fine evening? Because I for one am starving” Jason said sitting in a more comfortable position getting closer to her.

“Well kind sir, we have my famous pasta accompanied with the best wine and bread” She responded while playing along and serving the food on their plate. Jason watched as she delicately placed the pasta on the plates not spilling anything on their surroundings. She put the bowl of food where it originally sat and opened the wine bottle pouring two cups for them.

“Oh how I missed your pasta” Jason said while taking a bite of his food.

“Well, you can come over anytime to eat some” She responded, also taking a bite of her.

“I’ll take you up on that offer”

Both of them ate in silence occasionally slipping out a joke or two. Both of them would sneak glances at each other when the other one wasn’t looking. When the both finished eating they held onto their wine glasses getting as close as possible making their shoulders bump into each other. The light coming out of the candles hitting them enhances their features. Jason smiled, taking in how beautiful she looked and how much he wasn’t regretting not taking out the trash. Maybe he would do it more often if it came with this outcome.

“A toast to us” Y/n, exclaimed raising her wine glass

“to us” Jason said while clicking their glasses together.

“I’ve never seen you smile this much” Y/n replied, settling her cup down.

“Well, You know what I'm missing to make this the best date ever?” Jason asked while leaning a little bit closer to her.

“And what would that be?” She said leaning closer to him, making their breaths one.

“Dessert” He locked their lips together resting his hands on her cheeks. Y/n slowly followed his pace feeling herself melt on his touch. After a few minutes. Jason Y/n swiftly got on his lap. They were so into the kiss they didn’t notice the dinging sound and a shocked Roy Harper standing behind the elevator.

“I guess you didn’t take out the trash” Roy said while clearing his throat. Both of them jumped away from each other and Y/n quickly started cleaning her things up while Jason helped her.

“Hey Roy” She replied embarrassed while standing up with her basket trying to hide her red face with her messy hair.

“I’m sorry to interrupt. Hope you kids had fun” Roy chuckled while winking at Y/n.

“Shut up, Roy.” Jason responded, picking up Y/n’s phone. He slowly picks it up but by the sudden movement he reads the messaged plaster on the phone.

Dick Grayson

are we still on for tonight? I’ve been waiting on the rooftop for hours. Call me when you get the chance.

“Thank you Jay! I had fun tonight” She said while picking up her phone and leaving the elevator with a confused Jason Todd and a giggly Roy Harper.

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[MASTERLIST]

request are open, xoxo

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Hi, I’m the lesbian of 10 years who sent an ask a little while ago. Reading your reply made me feel really good. I’m smart and I tried not to do anything that was ill-advised, but I did something.

I’m still unable to stop thinking about being a dumb little girl who’s just kept barefoot and pregnant for a man. One day, the thoughts were so strong that I joined a website and I started talking to this man. Eventually I gave this man from the internet my phone number and we’ve been texting everyday.

He’s been telling me about how good I’d look pregnant, that he’d love to just keep knocked up, and breed me everyday. Yesterday all my mind could focus on was that I shouldn’t be at work, that I should be pregnant and at home serving him. I ended up texting him all those thoughts and then he started telling me how he was gonna turn me from a pretty femme lesbian to cock drunk. How if he was there he’d make sure his cock was buried deep inside me so he could convert my dyke pussy to worshipping his cock and filling it with his seed. He even said that once he got me pregnant that he’d show me off to all my exes, so I could show them I wasn’t a lesbian. Everything he said made me feel so good and it was the only stuff that would stay in my head! Then he even sent audios of himself saying stuff like that as he masturbated.

He told me from now on I have to tell him before I start playing with myself, and I agreed.

He had me send him audios of myself as I touched myself and begged him to get me pregnant.

I’m not really a brainless breeding bitch, but I since that night all I can think about is him and pleasing him. Being a lesbian has been such a big part of my identity but it’s starting to feel really wrong, like I should just let him breed me. It’s so confusing, I don’t want to give up my identity. I’m strong and independent lesbian, so why I am even thinking like this?

There’s really cheap flights right now and I could go see him, but that would be a really dumb idea, wouldn’t it?

-🌸💕

(A new tag just for you, little pink princess: ten year itch anon.)

A dangerous little slip, isn't it? Ten years as a gold-star lesbian, but when your head got full of pink thoughts about being brainless and bred, suddenly you became vulnerable to a man's words... and then started thinking too much about being vulnerable on a man's cock.

How did it feel, sweetheart, knowing that a man was spilling his seed while imagining it claiming your pussy? That he wanted to be inside you, releasing himself into you, getting you pregnant? Did it make you squirm in your seat? Did it make it easy to follow his commands and show him how you sound begging him to breed your gold-star cunt?

I'm sure you're not really a malleable little breeder for him, though. That would be so far to fall from your old life as a strong, smart, independent lesbian. Everyone would be so disappointed. Just imagine how everyone would look at your belly, a growing sign of your submission to a man.

But it's so much fun to pretend, isn't it? And it's harmless. So why not play one more game? Just buy that ticket. You can cancel it within 24 hours, so you won't even really spend any money on it. You'll just press the button and get desperately wet, thinking about how easy it would be to be bred.

And then you'll just cancel the ticket. You won't wait too long to decide, and even if you do, you certainly won't get on the plane with a fuzzy brain and an aching womb.

After all, you're smart, and that would be dumb.

#kink interactions #reorientation writing #reor: anon ask #lgetsd #reor: anon life story #dykebreaking #lesbian breeding #reor: ten year itch anon

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I'm showing a picture of this post instead of reblogging because I don't want to distract from OP's point, but the various comments and reblogs all seem to have a common thread of "how did this happen? Why don't people seem to care?"

My personal theory is widespread compassion fatigue. It's finally ingrained itself fully into our collective psyche. And I'm not just talking about recent events either.

I'm 47 years old. I've lived through the end of the Cold War, two Gulf Wars, one major terrorist attack on US soil that upended literally EVERYTHING about everyday life in the US, the rising threat of climate change, a once in a century pandemic, multiple boom-and-bust economic cycles, the rise of the internet and with it the rise of accessibility of both information and MISinformation, multiple smaller conflicts around the world, the change in corporate attitudes from "we serve our customers our products faithfully and loyally" to "fuck you! That's our money in your wallet and we're not even going to pretend we thought of you as anything else anymore," the creeping resurgence of fascism as a political ideology in the US not seen since the 30s and early 40s,* rapidly rising inflation and wage stagnation without any sort of action to mitigate it for most of the population. and literally hundreds to thousands of people online yelling at each other for not "doing more," "doing better," or for not supporting/believing/doing the right things in the right way.

I honestly think the compassion/empathy tank is not just empty in the US, it's burned through the fumes and is now bone dry.

Being as generous as possible with the timeline, ever since 2001**, what we laughingly call the news in this country has served us a 24/7 diet of crisis after crisis, with no respite. It's ebbed and flowed, of course, but the general message has been "everything is getting worse, nobody is going to save us, we can't solve the existential threats of war, disease, famine, climate change, racism, and lethal prejudice that exists everywhere." And while collective action has garnered several significant victories, the attitude is still "this won't work because everybody has their own ideas of what needs to be done and how to do it and spend more time arguing over the details rather than doing anything***"

I think we don't care because we just CAN'T anymore. Even the things we would normally use to recharge ourselves aren't working. The food doesn't taste good, the entertainment is turning into forgettable sludge by the rapid rise of streaming, and it seems like you aren't allowed to be anywhere in public without spending money, and if you aren't required to spend money to be somewhere, odds are if you stay there for too long you'll have somebody giving you the side eye and demanding an explanation.

And online? Anger, dehumanization, and the constant cry of any sincere expression of joy or excitement is "cringe."

22 years of being constantly told the world is shit, humans are awful, you only have as much value as your bank account has digits, your employers don't respect you or the customers who get affected by their boneheaded decisions, leaving you to take the bullet, and constant reminders if problems which are too big to be solved in our lifetime.****

We're all tired, and we're beaten down, and we just don't have any more fucks to give about the latest crisis created by those in positions of power for what we are realizing are the most petty and stupid reasons.

There isn't a one size fits all solution here. But that's pretty much what I think has happened: the people of the United States in general have reached a point where we don't have the emotional capacity to deal with any more of this seemingly unsolvable shit. And I honestly think it's going to continue to get worse before it starts to get better.

Try to take care of each other out there, okay?

*For younger readers: oh yeah, during Hitler's rise to power until Pearl Harbor, there were PLENTY of people who thought Hitler was just swell.

** I'd actually argue the trauma cycle started with Vietnam, but it really accelerated with the 24 hour news cycle, the increase in internet speeds, and the events of 9/11.

***On a related note, be EXTREMELY leery of those online who won't accept anything but full-scale revolution as a remedy. Most of the time, these people have no plan for what comes after or seem to think that when society collapses, they'll be on top of the pile, ready to be the boot.

****The kinds of changes that would be needed to wipe out war, prejudice, and many other systemic problems are probably going to take decades, if not centuries. And because of the always on demand nature of society right now, a lot of people seem to have a real problem wrapping their heads around that. Change for the worse happens immediately. Change for the better takes a LOT longer.

#compassion fatigue #state of the world #united states #cannot wait for the shitshow this post is going to start

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All for you | Carl Gallagher

pairing: Carl Gallagher x female!reader

show: Shameless

warnings: angst, fluff, smut (the reader and Carl are 18 years old in this ff)

summary: Carl is challenged that he can get your money, if he makes you fall in love with him. He loves the challenge until he loves something else more...

authors note: sorry for so many pov switched, I didnt notice it, when I first wrote this ff. Also I haven't had the chance to watch all the seasons yet, but I still hope that Carl's character is somewhat accurate :))

Carl's pov

"Frank, goddamit youre no help! Why are you even lying around here - oh forget it, I don't want to hear it." Fiona's voice echoes in the room, while the entire Gallagher household is present.

The everyday discussion has been going on for too many minutes in which I could have done something better. The damn question “How do we get enough money?”

Lip at college, Ian with his gangster boyfriend, my shitty sister with her kid and then Liam. This family is screwed. No wonder with a father like Frank.

As the argument continues to escalate, I have the misfortune of sitting right next to him.

"You care to share some money, son?" Of course, my attempts to ignore him are unsuccessful.

"The drug trade doesn't always work out so well, but the weapon thing was something. You could give one to your good old dad, you know what the neighborhood is like." I run my hands through my hair in frustration, shaking my head.

"Just get one or two girls pregnant at school, then all of our problems are solved. But she has to be rich. After all, you want to get your hard work paid." Why the hell am I still here?

"You used to be more enthusiastic about my ideas. If you don't want to do play daddy, then use your charm. When I was your age, my cock was enough and the girls were happy."

"Be fucking quiet, no one wants to hear about your pathetic youth." It's no use, he keeps talking.

"I'm only saying, If you make a rich girl fall in love with you, then you can get money to do something nice for your family."

As I get up and walk away from him I take a breath, the tension caused by this idiot sucks.

Still, his words got me thinking. Maybe there's a new girl who would be perfect for this job...

🔗🔗🔗🔗

Your pov

When I moved here, I wasn't sure what to expect. New school, maybe mean classmates and bad cafeteria food. That I might be able to join a group and make friends, people who laugh with me in class or go to the cinema together on weekends.

I was prepared to get lost in the hallways a few times, perhaps to be peppered with embarrassing questions by the teachers. I had even prepared myself for being called a nerd again and therefore spending my lunch breaks alone.

Then things turned out differently. I met two girls who, although they scared me at first with their need to gossip all the time, are good people at heart.

They studied with me (meaning they told me the newest gossip and braided my hair while I did our homework), showed me the city and its pitfalls. I felt comfortable, prepared and confident for what awaited me here.

Oh lord, was I wrong.

On a Thursday in the middle of the week I met a boy who messed everything up. Literally.

I met him when he was running through the halls twenty minutes late, but stupidly didn't pay attention to me, who was about to cross his path. Let's put it this way, it ended with my books on the floor, my jacket hanging off my shoulder, and his hair being a huge mess.

When he looked at me, I expected to hear something like "sorry" or "I'll help you."

You want to know what he said?

"Cute top. Let me know if you need help taking it off."

Then he got up casually and walked into the classroom across the hallway, a grin on his face as if he had won the Bachelor title.

After this encounter two things became very clear to me. 1. Look both ways when crossing the halls and 2. Stop daydreaming about this boy, even if he has beautiful blue eyes.

The first thing worked better than the second.

After a few descriptions, which actually only consisted of "incredibly impudent and incredibly good-looking", it was explained to me who I was dealing with.

Carl Gallagher. A boy who has lived here since he was born, someone who is rumoured to be more dangerous than the Italian Mafia.

Even though I thought that was exaggerated, I quickly realized that I should stay away from him and that he meant trouble.

Aside from the fact that I wasn't going to be in the situation of talking to him again anyway, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from looking at him.

There was something that defined him, something that made me want to watch a grin creep across his face when he made an inappropriate joke, how he would push his blonde hair back and his eyes would shine mischievously, as if he had already planned the next bank robbery.

I wasn't the only one who found his charisma attractive tho, of course not when he looked like one of God's angels, but he never really seemed interested in other girls. At least not with any serious intent, you might hear him flirting or making comments about his free bed, but you would never saw him in a relationship.

He never held hands or kissed anyone, had a real smile on his face or said sweet things, he was just Carl.

Suggestive, hot-tempered and like a flag that proclaimed: Stay away from me, because you will lose this fight.

I also felt that if I continued to watch him, I would lose the battle for platonic feelings towards him too.

"Please don't tell me you're looking at our school bad boy again. You better be careful, he might want to sell you a gun." Kenzie's voice makes me sigh.

"These are just rumors. Besides, it's not my fault, he's just -" Her hand on my shoulder interrupts me.

"We know, you have heart eyes every time you talk about him. There are so many great guys in this world, I'm not saying at this school, but you choose this one?" Her look says more than a thousand words as she looks over at Carl, who is pushing his way trough the crowd.

"I'm not in love, just curious. Those are two different things, okay?" Her eyebrows raise.

"You mean, curious how his lips would feel on yours?" Her laughter at my expression is lost in the sounds of the cafeteria.

"Very funny." I murmur to her, food forgotten on my plate. When the school bell rings, I stand up and pick up my backpack.

"My class is canceled now, but I'm going to the library. Will you meet me later?" As I walk backwards I see her thumbs up and the hearts she makes in Carl's direction. My reaction is two quick middle fingers.

As I walk out of the school building, I check my phone and tie my hair into a braid. The library is a few blocks away and the cool air makes me shiver.

When I get there and wave to the boy at the entrance, I turn to my favorite department. Call it cliche, but I love romance books. I mean, I don't know what it feels like to love someone with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I don't love reading about it.

The books I actually need are a few rows away. History, literature, everything I am assigned to get for school.

As I stroke over a few tapes and finally pull out a book to read the first few pages, I hear a noise next to me that makes me look up. After all, the library is usually a pretty quiet place.

As I look into the familiar blue eyes, I feel my cheeks turn red.

I have to stop myself from staring.

"Always a book in your hand, I see." Oh his voice hasn't changed. I try to shrug casually as I answer, but I'm not sure if it actually works.

"Aren't you going to be late for class again?" At my sarcasm he smiles, he takes a step in my direction which weakens my control over my voice.

"I thought I would learn something somewhere else too." These coded words make me swallow.

"So, you're here often?" I almost think he's not answering me, but maybe I'm just not concentrating, because I'm paying too much attention to every mole on his face.

"Actually, I didn't even know this shitty town had a library." His words make me laugh, but several requests to be quiet around us, make me whisper in response.

"Then why are you here?" I think my breathing stops as his hand brushes my fingers that are still holding the book.

"You're here." I feel my heart beating nervously faster, I probably look pretty confused and when I notice his grin, something flutters in my chest.

"No interest in books, huh?" Can my answer actually be any lamer?

"Dont worry, I have a newfound interest in you."

🔗🔗🔗🔗🔗

Your pov

If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would become friends with Carl Gallagher, I would have found the idea absolutely crazy. To be honest, I still find the situation insane, but damn my cheeks still turn just as red when he's with me as they did the first time.

It turns out that he really has no interest in books, even though he visited me at the library almost every day since we met in the romance department.

I've never met anyone like him, funny and couragous without any reserve, always looking for trouble, acting self-confident. But also sweet.

He's like a current that pulls you along, like a wind that blows so hard that you fly with it. He feels like freedom and it is wonderful.

He makes me laugh, he carries my books, plays with my hair, walks home with me. In such a short time I feel like he didn't knock on the doors to my heart, instead he made a home there.

Maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love.

It's not a gentle announcement, more of a realization that makes you incredibly desperate and happy at the same time.

But with him I actually just feel happy.

"Ready, sunshine?" As soon as I come out of the classroom, he comes towards me and takes my bag from me. My heart jumps at his gesture, which feels like winning the Olympics.

"You're crazy, where do you even want to go?" He has something planned but won't tell me. When he puts his arm around my shoulder and I lean against him, I get a few sideways glances from our classmates.

Carl ignores everyone like always, it's crazy but the way he's so confident is pretty attractive to me.

"Does the guy in your cheesy books also tell you where they go on dates? I bet not, so just wait."

🔗🔗🔗🔗

"It feels like you're kidnapping me."

I feel his smile on my back and have to giggle quietly at his response.

"Mh, I plan to do that. But only for a few hours, otherwise my head will roll tomorrow. Your father takes your curfew pretty seriously."

I feel his hands on my hips, guiding me forward, hear the birds chirping around us, but can't figure out where we're going.

"Just a few more steps, baby. Then you'll see." As he promised, it is only a few meters away and when I see a small, calm lake, my mouth falls open in surprise.

"Carl, oh my God! It's wonderful here, thank you so much." I turn around in his grip and look at him, his smile reflects the love that I feel.

"Yeah? How much do you like it?" As his eyes focus on my lips, I feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. Slowly, my fingers stroke his chest and I see him swallow, even though he tries to hide it.

"I think it's incredibly beautiful here, I love it. And...I really like you." I shyly lower my gaze, my words are met with an unknown silence that makes me anxious after a few seconds. But when I look up at him again, he pushes a strand of my hair out of my face.

"To me, you are much more beautiful than this sight. I like you too and I thought that was pretty obvious." I smile broadly, butterflies fly around in my stomach and as the sun illuminates his face, I feel incredibly happy.

"You're so nice to me, I don't know how I deserve this." An expression crosses his face, but when I blink he smiles at me again.

"After all, you are the first person who explained the topics for the history exam to me, without giving up." My hand cups his cheek.

"I wouldn't give you up, you've become too important to me." As I stand on my tiptoes, our lips brush, his hand is on my back and pushes me closer to him.

"You are an angel." With his words we kiss and everything else around us blurs, only he remains. Everything is unimportant except him, standing in front of me, so handsome, that it is difficult not to look at him.

"Come on, let's go for a swim." As he pulls me towards the lake, you can hear our loud laughter in the air.

🔗🔗🔗🔗

Carl's pov

"When are you going to collect the money? You've been with her for the last three months and nothing has come of it." Frank's annoying voice frustrates me more than anything else.

"I am working on it. Besides, she's actually really caring." When I see the dismissive hand gesture in my direction, I roll my eyes.

"You are completely wrong, son. A person is there for a certain period of time, but money? Money accompanies you throughout your life, especially if you buy beautiful bottles of the best alcohol."

I sink into the sofa, but want to turn away when I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"If you put it off any longer, it will be harder to get out of the situation. Girls your age will start planning to get married, if you stay with them for months."

But when he leaves, I feel conflicted. Can I really do this to her?

🔗🔗🔗🔗

Carl's pov

"Happy birthday!" Her voice makes me jump and, confused, I turn around on the bench to look into her excited eyes.

"Why are you jumping around like that? Are you practicing for cheerleading?" I'm making fun of her, but the smile on her face doesn't fade.

"No, idiot. I'm just really curious to see how you react to your gift." My breath catches for a moment as I take in her words.

"You got me something?" When she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek while pressing the bag into my lap, I start to smile too.

"Open!" Her encouragement breaks me out of my trance and I quickly tear up the paper, looking at the tickets with wide eyes.

"But...these tickets cost a fortune? Did you sell your liver or something?" When I look at her, she smiles back at me.

"I talked to my dad and he agreed that you deserve something special for your birthday. Are you happy?" As I look at the cards, I suddenly feel a pang in my heart. It must be showing on my face, because her happiness is also fading away.

"Do you not like it? I thought it was your favorite team? I can get you something else." When I look at her, I quickly pull her between my legs and kiss her.

"Shh, breathe angel. It's perfect, thank you. And well, your father. It's just a lot of money." Her hands play with the fabric of my shirt.

"You always say that. Do you have problems at home, with money, I mean? I've never been to your place, I don't even know where you live." What should I say to her now?

"It's okay." Her raised eyebrows look at me reproachfully, making me sigh.

"Each of us has to contribute a certain amount of money every month and if I don't sell fucking drugs, it will be tight." Her astonished look makes me pause and I gently stroke her arms.

Before I can say anything else, she kisses me. I look at her in surprise.

"What's that for?" She smiles shyly, looks at the floor for a moment before looking at me again.

"You're just so honest, I admire that. And that you've never asked me for anything, you know. That I lend you some money."

Fuck. Shit. What do I say?

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to burden you with that-" but she interrupts me again, her concentrated expression makes me curious.

"What's going on in your pretty head?" My hands wander over her sides.

"It's the end of the month, how much are you missing?" I frown in confusion, but when she doesn't let it go, I tell her the amount.

"$240, the rest I earned by helping in the neighborhood." But despite the high sum, she just nods, looks at me again and gives me another kiss.

"Okay, maybe I'll be your sugar mommy." I have to laugh at the absurdity, but the longer she grins at me, the more I think she means it.

"What, are you serious? Thats fucking crazy, how am I supposed to pay you back?" Her eyes look around, but since the classroom is relatively empty during recess, she finds herself between my legs again. She slowly lets her hand wander down my stomach until she squeezes my cock through my clothes and I close my eyes in delight.

"Hmm, maybe you could help me relax between classes." Her eyes sparkle mischievously and I look at her with a grin.

"Anything you want, sugar."

Let's put it this way, the next few weeks the breaks were filled with kissing in the back corner of the classroom, dry humping on the toilet or Carl doing his best to pleasure me with his tongue in the caretaker's room, like now.

"Ahh-, Carl. I'll cum if you keep that up." His head has disappeared under my skirt, his fingers are stroking the bare skin of my thigh and the sinful movements of his tongue are making me see stars.

As he adds a finger and runs it over my folds, slowly until he inserts it, he looks at me again.

"You coming for me? Yeah, be a good girl or do you want to get caught by the old janitor grandpa spreading your legs for me?" As my eyes roll back, he pumps another finger into me, scissoring it thoroughly and hitting that sweet spot inside me.

When I moan loudly, he grins.

"You like that? Just wait until I bury my cock in you and you cant walk straight afterwards, so that everyone will notice." When his finger presses my clitoris, I see white and as I come I try to muffle the sounds with my hand over my mouth.

When I get off my high, I blindly search for my panties. But Carl beats me first.

"Hmm, no. I think I'll keep it as a little souvenir. Maybe you can get it back when you come to my house later." I don't know what surprises me more: that he wants me to run around exposed at school or that I'm invited to his house for the first time.

"Really? I'd like to come." But he interprets my words differently, his fingers stroke my entrance again and I moan and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Very well and for a very long time." When the bell rings, he lets go of me and I whimper slightly.

"Carl-" but he interrupts me by pulling back and straightening my skirt.

"I'm sure our agreement was between recess, now it's class time. Come on, I'll make it up to you later."

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As we ride the bus toward his home, I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

"But don't expect a mansion or any of that shit." Ever since we left school, he has been bad-mouthing his hometown every free minute he has.

"Don't worry, I'll only have eyes for you anyway." The statement makes him laugh and he relaxes a little. As we get out and walk a little way along the street, we are watched by a few people.

"Why are so many people staring at us?" When he look at me, I'm obviously confused.

"Not everyone here wears designer clothes that cost several thousand dollars. If you come here more often, they'll call you a princess." Giggling, I slap him on the arm and as we climb the stairs to his house, I look around curiously.

"So this is where you grew up." His shoulders shrug casually, but I see him trying to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah, where in the world could it be nicer?" I laugh at his sarcastic comment and we both smile at each other as we enter the house.

I hear him calling into the house, then a girl with red hair appears, carrying a baby.

"You must be Debbie, the little one is so adorable." When I hold out my hand, she just looks at Carl with her eyebrows still raised.

"What did you do to end up with her? Also my daughter's name is Franny and yes, I know condoms exist." Surprised, I don't know exactly how to answer, so I leave it to Carl.

"My tongue is magic, Debs. Too bad you won't find out yourself anytime soon, Derek has moved away. By the way, Franny seems hungry." I'm unsure of the dynamic between the two of them, as she turns away and walks away, I resist the urge to say goodbye.

"That was...nice." His hand pulling me towards the stairs distracts me.

"She's a real ray of sunshine, come on. The others aren't back yet, so you can be as loud as you want this time."

When we get upstairs, he leads me into his room and I look at the magazines, posters and little things scattered everywhere.

"Cleaning and you are definitely not friends, huh?" I laugh at my joke, but Carl has other plans than letting me inspect his room.

He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me against the closed door, my breath catches as his eyes find mine.

"Do you want to keep playing housemaid? Then put on a damn maid costume, otherwise keep your eyes on me." At his stern voice, I press my thighs together and, grinning, I drag my fingers across his chest once again.

"Would you like that? Me on the floor, my ass in the air, and no underwear? Oh wait, what a coincidence that I'm not wearing any now either." His eyebrows raise, I see his eyes darken with lust.

"Let's save this little fantasy for another time, right now I just want to see you on my cock." Smiling, I lean towards him and start kissing him. I loosen the belt I bought him and pull him closer to me by his waistband.

"I think I did well today. After all, I didn't complain about getting through the school day without underwear. Do I get my reward now?" Grinning, he takes off my top and looks at my lace bra.

"Everything you want." He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses his way along my thighs, lifts my skirt and presses a kiss to my folds. Slowly he moves his tongue higher and kisses my stomach, I lean my head against the door.

"Does that feel good?" I just nod, burying my hand in his hair as he puts his mouth on me again.

"Ahh- Carl, I want you now." His fingers stretch me, the wetness running down my legs, making me tremble.

"You got me, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?" His head lifts to look at me and I place my fingers around his chin, seeing the moisture on his lips.

"I've been prepared enough, I want your dick now. Let's see if it's as magical as your tongue." Grinning, he stands up and lifts me up, lays me on my back on his bed and lies down between my legs.

He places a few kisses on my legs, then stretches up on his elbows so he's hovering over me. Then he kisses my cheek and my lips, lets his tongue slide over them and lets me taste myself.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair and pull his body closer to me. When he pulls a condom out of his pocket, I hold my breath.

"You still want to do this?" His look calms all the worries I had. I nod, stroking my fingers over his heated cheek.

"I trust you." His next kiss is passionate, his hands gliding over my body, caressing every bit of exposed skin. I lift my back off the mattress and let him take off my bra. His head lowers to run his tongue over my navel. As he sucks on them, I moan softly.

One of his hands starts kneading my breasts and when I try to take off my skirt, he stops me.

"Leave it on, okay?" I kiss him in response.

His hand strokes my sides and my own hands rest on his shoulders as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.

"Ready, baby?" When I agree, he presses himself into me and for a moment I have to squint my eyes because it hurts.

Then I feel several gentle kisses on my cheek, my forehead and my lips. His attempts to distract me work and as I become more and more relaxed, he slides further into me.

Slowly he presses his hips against me, the stretch so great that I can feel him all the way into my stomach. He waits for a moment, whispering sweet things in my ears until they get dirty and I beg him to move.

My hands wrap around his shoulders as he thrusts into me for the first time, the air around us thickening as he grunts and a moan escapes me.

"You're doing so well, God, you feel so good." His hips move faster and faster, the pleasure spreads through my body and the wetter I feel, the easier he slides in and out of me.

"You are perfect, my perfect girl. Do you feel good?" His hands stroke my skin, gently pinching my nipples, playing with them and making me squirm beneath him.

As he grips my hips and pushes himself harder into me, my head starts to spin. My noises get louder.

"Carl- god, please go harder" And so he does, the room is filled with the sounds of our bodies and sweat forms on us.

"Baby, do you want to ride me? You have such pretty thighs." I nod and when he pulls out of me I can't think clearly, I just want him to fill me up again.

He leans back and as I stabilize myself on his shoulders, I sink back onto him. The feeling is even better that my eyes roll back. His hands grasp my hips, helping me move.

"That's right, baby. You're doing so good, riding my cock like the good girl you are." At his words, I tighten my grip on him and he curses as I move harder on top of him.

The faster I go, the more exhausting it becomes, but as I feel a knot forming in my stomach, I ride him so fast just to chase my pleasure.

Then suddenly as he hits my spot inside me over and over again, I go boneless on him and melt in his arms. My come drips all over him and as he continues to fuck me, reaching his own climax, I tremble in his grip.

"Just a few more thrusts, baby. Ah, keep holding on to me." Even though I have lost my strength, I move on him a few more times until he comes and I lay my head on his shoulder.

We're both breathing heavily, but everything feels so good, so warm and comfortable, that I don't want to move a single muscle anymore.

He carefully pulls out of me, I moan slightly at the loss. He gently lays me back on his pillow and gives me a kiss before throwing the condom away.

He pulls the blanket over us and puts his arm around me to pull me closer. I snuggle up to him and feel so safe that I quickly press my lips to his skin.

"That was wonderful." He also presses a kiss on my hair.

"That was incredible, you are the best. I can't wait to do it again." Our embrace becomes tighter. For a moment the room is silent.

When I whisper his name, he hums in response.

"I know it's cliche to say something like that after the first time. But I just feel it so much that it hurts to keep it to myself. I love you." As I lie on his chest I hear his heart stop for a moment and then it starts beating much faster.

"I- no one has ever said that to me before." When I raise my head and look at him, he doesn't look at me. Instead, his eyes are fouced on the ceiling.

"I just want you to know. I don't want to put any pressure on you to say it. I just thought you should hear it. You know, now that things are serious between us." Again he is silent and I start to worry, but then he looks at me.

"You are truly the most incredible person I have ever met. I consider myself very lucky." He smiles at me, then leans down and we kiss for a moment. It feels like heaven.

We lay there for a few minutes, just cuddling and telling each other how our day was. We laugh and as the sun slowly sets, I start to get dressed.

"I wish I could stay here with you. But you know what my parents are like." He leans back on his elbow, watching me get dressed and contact my parents to pick me up.

"Hmm, I think we would do it again. If you stayed here tonight, I mean." I smile at him, sit down on his bed for a moment and ruffle his hair.

"I wouldn't mind, darling." The nickname makes him blush and when he leans forward to kiss me, I playfully push him away.

"I have to go, are you coming down with me?" He nods, feigning annoyance, and as we walk out of his room, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him.

He steals his kiss there, but more than that he steals my heart.

We smile at each other and for this moment everything is just perfect. We go downstairs and just as we are back in the living room we hear a door open loudly.

A visibly drunk man stumbles in. I see Carl tense up next to me, staring at the stranger angrily. I quietly lean towards him to whisper my question.

"Who is that?" When he rolls his eyes, I get a bad feeling.

"That's my father, great isn't it?" The man in front of me is dirty, has unkempt hair and an unpleasant smile on his face.

"Should I ask my parents if you can stay overnight?" My gaze is more focused on the man than on Carl.

But he just shakes his head, and just as he is about to answer, the man sees us too.

"Oh, my son! It's so good to see you, not really, but I'll take your bed. Fiona has mine. Is that your little girlfriend? She looks expensive, very good catch. How much money did you rip her off? I hope it's worth it to go through all this drama." I frown in confusion, but when Carl freezes next to me, I become uncertain.

"What does he mean by that?" This time my gaze is directed solely at Carl.

"Nothing, he's drunk-" but before he can finish, the man does.

"How rude of me, I am Frank. The proud father of this child, at least one of my descendants has made something of himself and used his talent. He has my good genes, the good looks and I teach him the tricks. Like exploiting an innocent, very very rich girl for money. It doesn't bother you, I hope? You seem to have enough, but I hope my son returns the favor to you."

The words catch me so off guard that I can't move. I don't believe anything this man says until I see the guilty look on Carl's face.

"W-what? That's a lie, right? Tell me he's lying, Carl." As he runs his hands through his hair and tries to answer me, Frank speaks again.

"Oh, you haven't confessed to her yet? My fault, I should have waited. I didn't think you would humiliate this girl for so long. I told you this wouldn't end well." But Carl ignores him completely when he notices me moving away from him.

"Wait, I'm sorry. It wasn't like that-" But I interrupt him, already feeling tears gathering in my eyes.

"So what happened? You act like you don't want any money from me and-" Carl's look becomes frustrated.

"You offered me your money! You said if I matched it, everything would be fine for you." I'm almost speechless, is this all a nightmare?

"Are you serious? I offered it to you because you weren't asking for it. And now I find out it was your plan from the beginning? You just talked to me, just spent time with me to get my money? Who does that?" Frank's voice intervenes.

"I invented the strategy, my dear. It's turning out to be quite useful." But I don't pay attention to him, I just look at Carl.

"Please, I'm sorry. Yes, it was meant that way in the beginning, but it's different now. I-" My tears flow when he admits it and any feeling of happiness disappears. All that remains is betrayal and sadness.

"You what? What am I saying, you were probably happy that I only wanted you in return. I'm such an idiot. You didn't just take my money, you took my first time too!" As he comes towards me, I step back.

"Listen to me, I didnt force you to do all this for me. You wanted it." The more he talks the more desperate I feel and the greater my anger becomes.

"You idiot! I thought you liked me! I thought you finally noticed me too." My sobs get louder and my vision blurs. When he tries to grab my face, I slap him.

"My cue to go. I can see that you're sorting it out between yourselves just fine." Frank's footsteps fading away are nothing compared to the sound of my heart breaking.

"I like you, I really like you. At first it wasn't my intention to start a relationship with you, but then I got to know you and-" Every word that escapes him is only worse.

"Stop talking! You know what the worst thing is that I liked you for so long before you even talked to me. And I thought it was a miracle when you first spoke to me in the libary. I should have listened to the others, you only care about yourself!" I wipe the tears from my cheeks, wishing I could be anywhere but here.

Then before he can say anything, I turn around and run out of the house. But I hear him following me.

"Wait! Don't just walk away, I have to get this straight. Hey!" He catches me, turns me around and holds my tear-stained face in his hands.

"I'm an idiot, I know that. I'm sorry for hurting you. I- God, I love you. You hear me? I love you too. Please stay." But I just shake my head and try to free myself from his grip.

"How do I know if that isn't a lie too? You've betrayed me, I can't talk to you now." When my car pulls up, I get in without turning around. I don't look back, even though his loud curse can be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.

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I spend the next few days without saying much, but I cried almost the whole time.

I miss him incredibly, not a day has gone by in the last few months when I haven't seen him and now I've been alone for three days.

I wish he was here, but on the other hand I am so hurt and feel terrible. He is the reason for this.

I wish I had never found out. I wish he had never done it, never lied to me. Didn't use me for money, but worst of all, I don't know if he even likes me.

Today is the first day that I go back to school. Even though I put on make-up, choose a nice outfit and listen to my favorite songs to distract myself, I can only think of him.

His blonde hair, his beautiful eyes, the way his lips felt. How he felt inside me. Then I remember that he loves me and how he finally said it, something I have wanted to hear for so long.

But then I think about what he did and everything feels empty again.

As I enter the school, my friends come to meet me. They already know what happened, they all hug me and I feel a little better.

Until I see him.

And he sees me too. It takes all my effort to avert my gaze. To get my books out of my cupboard, but then I have to stop because he is not standing next to me offering to carry them.

I take it myself, close my door, but before I can go any further, he is standing in front of me. My heart stops. Oh, how his eyes shine.

"Do you need help?" His eyes focus on the books and I have to swallow several times before I can answer.

"No, I have to go to class now." But as I try to walk past him, he stops me.

"You don't answer my texts, you don't call me back. I'm not allowed into your house and you avoid me at school. What can I do? Please tell me what I need to do, so you forgive me." I laugh, but it is without humor.

"What can you do? Move."

I can see his shock, but he still doesn't step aside.

"Can't you hear me? I said-" but he walks toward me until I'm forced to lean my back against the lockers.

His eyes find mine.

"I can't sleep. And when I do, I dream of you. There's a - a hole in my heart that only you can fill. It hurts and I hate not being with you. It's even worse to be here, when you don't look at me the way you usually do. You don't smile at me, God, you don't look like you're in love with me anymore. It's hell."

Tears gather in my eyes, his words are so desperate, it hurts to see him like this.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you took advantage of me. Before you slept with me." A tear runs down my cheek and I know my mascara is smudging.

"I know, I know. And I feel so bad, I'll do anything to make it right. Just tell me."

When I look into his eyes, my heart also hurts.

"Move, Carl. I can't see you now." This time he lets go of me and I go to class with tears in my eyes.

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Your pov

It's been four weeks since we last spoke, but it doesn't hurt any less to see him. Even if I don't let him talk to me, he doesn't give up.

He puts flowers in my locker, chocolate, and notes full of apologies and sweet promises.

Everything warms my heart, but it still feels like this money thing is unresolved between us. I know now that he likes me, very much in fact, as he makes it clear, but that doesn't change the real problem.

That he used me for my money.

As I leave school that day, I feel exhausted and, as I often do, I wish I had his arms around me.

Holding me tight, his lips kissing me, loving me.

As I wait for my father's car, I suddenly hear his familiar throat clearing. With my heart pounding, I turn around and see him smiling uncertainly at me.

"I know what I had to do and now I've done it. Here." He gives me an envelope and I take it uncertainly.

"Carl, your letters are flattering, but-" He quickly interrupts me.

"No, it's something else. Open it." The deja vu hits me unexpectedly and I slowly open the envelope, the content leaves me speechless.

"What is that supposed to be?" It's rhetorical, but I ask anyway.

"All the money I owe you. What you've kindly given me, I pay it back. Every cent. You can count." He looks so proud, I almost have to laugh.

"How- did you rob a bank?" He grins contentedly at my reaction.

"An old grandma." This time I laugh and he comes closer to me, slowly taking my hands.

"No, seriously. How did you do that?" He looks at me lovingly.

"Working in the kitchen every day after school, I found a part-time job with Fiona. The payment is bad, but it was worth it. I understand that money was the problem and well, that I wasn't honest to you." As I lower the envelope, we look at each other.

"Promise, no more secrets?"

He smiles and suddenly the world is a brighter place.

"Promise, but we continue one of our agreements." I raise my eyebrows questioningly, seeing him grin as he leans toward me, his breath brushing against my lips and he whispers:

"I'll still spend my breaks with you in the janitor's room."

The laughter that escapes me gets interrupted, when his lips meet mine.

#carl gallagher #shameless #x reader #love #smut #betrayal #love confessions #angst with a happy ending #angst

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zhuhongs · 11 months

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well I thought I was going to fall asleep early, but it seems like I have too many things keeping me up and since its too cold to sit at my desk and write at my journal this thought is going on the internet. Tl:dr: tomorrow is my birthday. send me 50 dollars. i am going to bed. gn

Yea, recently everything just feels so.... much. Like I'm always at a state of just slightly overwhelmed that makes it feel usless to do anything. Like I'm worried about money, and I know that I have credit so I can use it and I have things that I need and things I want that I shouldn't deny myself of just because things are a bit trying (like food I want, things I need to fix). But then I can't help but have that internalized poor mantra of "why are u buying this when u have bills to pay?" which is dumb bc I deserve to use what little money I have in making my life more enjoyable . But I'm also like. sage did U really need to upgrade your phone or buy an interview shirt or hair dye? Like, no not technically, but these are things I should do to just make myself feel better. I don't want to be using a broken phone, might as well upgrade when theres a promotion that sure makes it hard right now but is a smart idea in the long run. And yes while I didn't need the dye or the shirt - it will make me more confident in my interview so I can get a higher paying job and not be surrounded by Stuff all day causing me to want to constantly buy things bc I wont be in a store 8hrs a day 5 days a week. So like, yes you do need those things and its negligible when I consider the credit I have. And even if I have some debts, I know that no one can bail me out becausemy family is in the same situation. And I have time. I just started working. Its a rough month, and the fact that I have a trip planned makes it even harder. Because that means more money. But if I always deny myself the opportunity to go and do things bc I don't have the money then I'd never leave my house ever, and thats how I grew up and I was miserable and the money will be gone and the month will be tight anyways so just go anddon't think about it. But I do think about it, because it's hard, and I work so hard my entire life, for what? To pay rent?? other people my age get to say the money they make and build a life yet I was dealt a shitty hand and have had to spend my time working for something people are given. And it hurts bc I've wasted so much time and worked so much andhave 9 dollars to my name and so much debt. But I will find a way. ANd it will all be paid off. I don' know how but I've done this same thing before, cried about it, and went to work the next day and figured it out. And my mother has done this everyday for the past 30 years, and I feel so sorryforher because I know it's hard. And she deserves so much more and I want to give it to her, and I'm not even 23. And tomorrow is my birthday and I have to go work. Even if I called out I don't know what it would help. And I want to go out with my friends and have a good time but I need to paymy car and I need to pay my bills. And I work 9 to 5 and when I get home I have to walk my dog and make dinner. And it's cold. And by the time all of that is done I feel like I have no time to make art or practice chinese or do any of my hobbies and better myself. I''m so tired that all I do is sleep. And I feel myself falling into old habits. And I hate it, i hate it, I am trying so hard to clawmy way out of it. It's starting with a simple routine. Even if it hasn't gotten to the point where I sit and draw or read or write every day. At least I do the dishes when I finish eating, brush my teeth twice a day, foldmy clothes, make my bed, stay off my phone during my breaks, and pack a lunch. Even if that's something I should have achieved long ago, I didn't. So now I need to do that before I can learn how to do hwat I want sadly, because dreamings costs money and dreaming requires habits. AAAAAA. okay. I need to go to bed bc I need to be up at 8am to get ready for work. Happy bday to me.

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just thought of something. a scenario where in s5, will is helping out at the high-school-gym-turned-community-centre place and he's just so tired of this on and off thing with mike and is (sort of, not entirely coz come on) avoiding him, like just talking a bit less than usual. and then robin catches him stealing glances at the one and only wheeler and without a single coherent thought comes upto will and says "you got a crush on him."

and will just goes "huh?! what, sorry?" and like he doesn't say yes or no and simply dodges the question, plus he hardly remembers robin except her being the girl at scoops ahoy with steve and like then she's like "okay no i mean, i came off rude, i think i did, sorry, i wasn't thinking str-straight, BUT like i can explain you were- you had that look ™ and i-" and will is so confused, but isn't uncomfortable, just sort of freaked out coz come on, this has been a secret since forever and somehow el ("there's someone he likes") and jonathan ("there's nothing in the world that will ever change that") have an idea, and they're his siblings who have known and seen him everyday. but now a random girl, or a girl he doesn't remember well - he should say - just comes up and can just SEE right THROUGH HIM.

and he's like "uh, um, it's okay just, i-i have some work to finish so-"

"will byers, right?! i remember you! t-that bowl-head who came at scoops with the gang!" she is loud, and then: "you wanna grab lunch with me?"

and will just goes "okay???" coz he has no idea what to do with this situation, so maybe he can just sit down and listen to what she has to say and all and if things go south, he can just say no to the question and go about his life again.

turns out, they talk™, robin wants to help him coz ofc he knows what he's been through and know she's witnessing it firsthand (a different trouble but still) and she's like "i might not be someone you can come upto for advice, but still, i know. i know what it's like being different." and will and robin have a fresh start in their relationship and introduce themselves again, and then they laugh and robin tries to as good of an advisor as she can, and will somewhat thinks that even if she's pitying him, it's okay, since it feels okay with her.

and then vickie just comes in and robin goes full POOF in the head and red on the face and will is like "ah, now i see it." and then robin's secret is out as well and now they become each other's secret holders and grab ice-cream and lunch often and sometimes lay on the grass and talk about the sky and stars and will spends a few night at robin's place sometimes and stuff and he's so happy to finally have someone like him.

meanwhile, mike sees them interact and is worried (*cough* jealous *cough*) that will has a puppy-crush on an older girl (robin, LMAO) and would eventually get hurt, but he can't do anything coz will just doesn't come to him anymore. and then he often finds them chatting, teasing each other, eating (SHARING) an icecream (*ahem* since they didn't have enough money, don't worry tho it was a sundae with two scoops in a cup) and in mike's head it's all danger danger danger will robin no they shouldn't no it's bad why is it had oh no will will will will.

so yeah anyway here's an au for yall.

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #robin buckley #idk if this has been done before #but here #also later on mike realises his feelings and goes oh- OH-#and vickie and robin start dating as well #then mike sees the three together and also sees robin and vickie kiss and will just sighing and saying to get a room and goes oh OH-#anyway yeah happy ending for two greatest ships #being different together will and robin #robin in the first scene: i know what you are will byers #will in the scene robin sees vickie: i know what you are robin buckley #okay ill stop tagging now #stranger things #byler fic #byler au #byler scenario

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survey--s · 10 months

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543.

Have your parents ever tried to control your relationship? No.

Have you ever had to give someone directions before? Sure, loads of times. I lived in a tourist village for ages and people were constantly asking how to get to various places, lol.

Speaking of which, are you good at understanding driving directions? I’m better at following road signs than reading a map.

How many people do you text daily? Maybe 2-3 people, but that includes text, WhatsApp and Messenger.

Do you have an iPod or an MP3 player? Which brand? I use my iPhone for music.

What was your favorite television show as a child? Arthur, Barney, Smurfs, Teletubbies.

Do you play any instruments? Which instruments do you play? Not anymore, but I used to have piano, recorder, cornet and guitar lessons.

Is there anyone who you call by their last name? Not anymore.

What did you do on your last birthday? It snowed pretty badly - I had a couple of cat visits to do and we got takeaway but otherwise that was it.

Which of the Seven Deadly Sins do you commit the most? Sloth, for sure.

Has anyone ever told you that you're incapable of whispering? Yeah, definitely.

What is your least favorite subject in school? I always hated maths.

Have you ever been involved in a custody battle before? No.

Do you know a couple who constantly sucks on each other's face? Bleugh, no, thankfully not.

Who was the best kisser you've ever dated? My husband or Joshua.

When was the last time you watched a YouTube video? Yesterday. I watch quite a few TV series on there that I can’t find anywhere else.

Have you ever babysat a newborn baby before? No, just toddlers and up.

How many times a week do you usually see the person you love? We’re married and live together, so everyday, multiple times a day lol.

When was the last time you held someone's hand? I have no idea, I’m not a fan of hand-holding really.

How many meals have you eaten today, so far? Two - cereal for breakfast and a jacket potato for lunch.

Do you think it's stupid for people to call others "hot?" No.

Do you personally think Wikipedia is a reliable source? It can be if you check all the references properly.

Are you someone who listens to more girl or guy bands? A pretty even mixture of both.

Have you ever shopped at Wet Seal before? Did you like it? We don’t have that store here.

Do you care about spending money if it's someone else's money? I’m definitely more cautious if I know someone else is picking up the bill.

What is your favorite Disney movie of all time? The original Alice in Wonderland.

When you were a child, did you ever want to become a wizard/witch? No.

What are the color of your walls? Do you want to repaint? The walls in this room are red and grey, the kitchen is cream, the bathroom yellow, the spare room is green and the bedroom is pale purple. Our bedroom, bathroom and kitchen all need repainting at some point.

Would you rather have hardwood floors or carpet? I love the look of hardwood + rugs but living where we do, carpets make much more sense as it gets so cold in winter.

Do you have any siblings you neglect you? I don’t have siblings.

Who would you say is the most selfish person you know? No-one in particular is coming to mind right now.

Who was the last person you yelled at? Why? The dog for eating cat shit lol.

As a kid, did you ever go to camp? Yeah, I had to go to day camp most summers and I absolutely hated it.

What were the last three movies you watched in theaters? I haven’t been to the cinema for years lol. The last film I saw was Cats but I can’t remember the ones I saw before then.

Have you ever made out in a movie theater before? Sure, loads of times.

Are you currently trying to learn to play any instrument? Nope.

Do you believe in ghosts, spirits or demons? I don’t believe or disbelieve in them.

When was the last time you went somewhere you thought was haunted? Never.

What is your favorite breakfast meal? Poached eggs on sourdough toast with avocado and bacon OR American-style pancakes with butter, maple syrup, bacon and blueberries.

What does the lead singer of your favorite band look like? Dead, lol.

Who was the last person to compliment you? I can’t remember, Suzy maybe?

How old were you when you got to go on your first date? Fourteen.

Would you call your parents over-protective or under-protective? My dad was definitely over-protective, my mum got the balance about right.

Did your parents ever let you play in the pits of those multicolored balls? Sure. I remember our local garden centre had one of those for some reason and my dad used to take me there on rainy weekends a lot.

What is the best movie you've seen in the last five years? I honestly couldn’t pick just one.

Has anyone ever called you a good kisser before? Sure.

Have any of your siblings ever had a crush on your significant other? No siblings.

Are you the jealous type? Everytime I’ve experienced jealousy it’s been for a valid reason.

Does life ever seem overly ironic to you? Ha, definitely feels that way sometimes.

When was the last time you felt like you were high on life? I honestly don’t know.

Do you know someone who cares about themselves more than their child? Yep, lots of shitty parents out there unfortunately.

Do you still watch cartoons on television? I watch The Simpsons but I don’t really watch any kids cartoons.

What do you usually order at Taco Bell, if you go there? The nearest Taco Bell is hours away - I’ve never been.

Is there anyone currently annoying you? Just how humid it is. It’s giving me a headache.

What's your favorite hairstyle you've had so far? Meh, my hair doesn’t really do decent hairstyles lol.

Do you have freckles? I have a few on my nose and cheeks, but they’re not very noticeable.

How many dogs do you have, if any at all? One.

Have you ever witnessed someone being beaten up? Yes.

Do you think biting is weird or sexy? I mean, it depends on the circumstances.

Would you rather be called hot or beautiful? Beautiful.

#survey #surveys

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shinysimoleon · 2 years

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my opinion on early access (u don’t have to read, just ranting) ✨

i never really thought anything about early access before. i just assumed, oh yeah well that’s nice they can make some money for what they are doing.

until a couple days ago did i really see a glimpse into the minds of these early access creators we all know and love.

first of all, as soon as they realized they couldn’t make anymore money, they whined, pitched a fit, and blamed US. yes us, the very ones that have been giving them money this whole time, lol.

then they acted confused… like they couldn’t understand what ea’s new tou meant. (before it was changed again.) i mean it clearly stated the only way modders could make money was through donations, everything has to be 100% free. and nothing behind a paywall… which technically does include early access since at one point their cc is in fact behind a paywall. So many words were being twisted and excuses were being made just so these people could prove that they deserve to have their stuff paid for.

the sob stories were not it. with the exception of the creators who truly cannot work due to their disabilities, (you are so deeply loved and we would’ve all helped you out as much as we can if it ended up that early access was no longer available, via donations 💌)

the complaining about being homeless, not being able to pay your bills, can’t pay for your school etc… i’m sorry but aren’t we… all struggling? at least at some point? you know what helps with that though, and i hate to say it, but getting a real job. and by real I mean anything that will offer you and reliable and stable income. not some monthly tier that anyone can cancel at anytime. early access allowed or not please, PLEASE if you are a cc creator, don’t depend on this kind of stuff for all or most of your income. that is setting yourself up for complete failure.

many also shared it was just a side hustle. they work so hard everyday at their own, real, jobs, then come home and spend all their free time making cc. staying up all night, no sleep, no eating, no hanging out with their friends. listen, if you are passionate about the sims and making your own creations, i’m all for wanting to spend your free time doing that, i’m sure it’s lots of fun when you’re good at it! but the problem is that you’re complaining about it. don’t complain about how much hard work it takes because of all the time you’re spending doing it, you’re choosing to do that yourself. no one is holding a g*n to your head forcing to you to do it. maybe if you didn’t have early access set up and you actually just loved creating in your free time, you wound be able to get full nights of sleep, develop better eating habits, hangout with your friends, etc. cause you won’t feel the pressure of having perfect content released in a certain amount of time for the people paying you.

another reason i’ve never thought much about early access is because until a couple days ago, i had no idea other gaming communities had not 1 cent involved in releasing mods to their community. i guess it’s cause these people know how to balance real life and also having a passion for something. why can’t we be like them? why can’t our community love and share everything with each other like others do? why is there such a limited amount of creators that don’t want your money because they actually love and want to make this community a better place for all of us. it’s because paying for cc and mods has just became the norm, that’s why even calling out early access creators feels weird to me, but it really is true. why do you have to have money involved?

respect to those creators that stopped doing early access posts once they thought ea was banning it. it showed us you weren’t in it for the money, even though you did appreciate it. it showed us you care about your community and you respect the people you are profiting off of.

to those who pretended to be confused, i bet you think we all look dumb now, that’s fine. at the time, it didn’t look good for early access and everyone knew that, but you were too stubborn to accept it. some of you guys showed your true colors and what you see this community as.

I know early access is eventually released and it is not about that. it’s about the fact they even feel the need to ask for money in the first place. i cant believe ea let’s you guys profit off of them considering no company really allows that but that’s their decision and i will respect that. just giving my 2 cents cause this drama has completely taken up my tl

#the sims 4 #simblr #this is a lot #i’m sorry lmao #some of these people just rub me the wrong way

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the-firebird69 · 1 month

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There's a few things happening he's got some kind of injury a few of them I keep picking on it and bothering him and they're getting nowhere they just keep doing it it is really meant the whole time and we're going after them for it and the people involved and the ones to play and we're going to Target now why should everyone pay for when one a****** is doing

We do have a lot of stuff going on

We're going to work on taking away your shield tech because your assholes and you deserve it that's a great analogy and John Travolta came back to try and get stuff I was telling us he was annoying us earlier and this a****** too trying to read John remillard is sitting there annoying us now so we're going to sit down as a goal.

-yes several other things that we need to discuss number one is we don't want either one of you here and we're going to get you out and you're going to die forever and all these other characters are different people crazy did not have that much power you're really almost out of money no you have a lot of money but money these days isn't worth that much people noted it but control of the banks is and they're taking that when you're all dead they'll have some control over it and we'll have a lot of control cuz we like getting rid of them and we did hear his ideas there's too many and we have too much stuff to do so we're working on that and we figured out something we know how to do stuff like he said. You really really need it and can't figure out that you needed so we put it both together that's how you speak and now it makes sense no it made sense before, they're going to get rid of you and you don't think so at all cuz you're a f****** moron people tell you in the bar and you pay attention you come here and you can hear all sorts of stuff it's true you don't know about then you find out it is let me tell you not to do things or we will hit you and you ignore it and you end up dead it's annoying as hell but I noticed what you say is true we tell you we're going to hit you if you do this you don't listen ever and it's enough times that we should not listen to you anymore and just start hitting now we are going to do that but

- there's a huge thing going on here in punta Gorda. Huge numbers of people I'm coming in and saying what are you doing and you're not fit to do anything. Literally everyday it's like 50,000 people and they come in and they tell you off and they find a bunch of your idiots and they get rid of them believe it or not $50,000 people a day and they're not trumpsters and they're not bja. And he's he's been going around as a teeny little popper and it's the pseudo empire and foreigners. This guy John Travolta does not really have anything right he spends his time messing around with it too that in the past and he is getting his hat handed to him all over the place people find out who's this Big f** Jim Morrison talking about everything in the macs hates him and her pushing him out . Jim Morrison bunker system is France someone said it today it sounds like a Frenchman and he is not coming here directly. But you go to another part of Europe and they're getting pushed out of the bunker believe it or not. And it's because they are juveniles and hard to live with and also the small because they get beat up because what they did in world war two. He's trying to cover by messing with Melissa and trying to take her eggs yeah trying to be a doctor at first like hundreds of times some baby come out so someone and her carting around. Okay moving the baby around. And she is smiling at him right now and said it keeps my baby factory and he said good let's keep the ones in the South going... And she says back we don't have any of the north they were never there and they shouldn't be and of course when you keep them going in the south you dingling.. and it was funny. So we hear some of them and it's gross and we go after them and right now we're experiencing a whole bunch of threats so we are sending people to shut them up and really you can only do that these people are stupid and is Jim Morrison and his company I'm going to be ousted that's right I'm going to be top side and say it works at a plan and it's to try and save humanity now to try and leave and do something bad and we can hear it all day long and we're going to have to do something about them even doing it for years and there's a few more groups of them little like that due to theirs being executed in the past. Right now we're moving on people like that and take it on a ton of them including warlock and other races anyone who's trying to blow up the Earth we're getting rid of there's too much of this crap and became pretty big but they're not going to last we have a lot of other stuff to do but we're going to post

Thor Freya

Finally, it was like pulling teeth no didn't take too long. Only a couple of months to have a big list of idiots and I just keep doing it and they're done and it's a bunch of movies and then they're done

Duke nukem Blockbuster and we made it too you guys are freaking gone

Do you have more to say this guy next door Trump is spent and what a loser he had it all and decided to sit there yelling at people is awful he's a moron in the past I don't like him I don't ever want to be near him my son hates him doesn't want him there at all he's trying to find the right words all the time out of here and I heard it tonight. So I'm going to and this other idiot Jim Morrison we're an a****** and of course Dave with a smarty they got to die

We have a lot of work to do to here is a glut of mean assholes and we don't need them here. It is about time for a few things to change and his family is passing away still why should you losers be here who break all the rules and ruin it for your realm we don't need you there he tries to harm everybody but seriously it's the question dim wit. That was just avoiding the question the max just sat back and they do nothing there's a lot of them have that mentality and they went John Travolta they handle the job so he's trying to handle it now we have to stop a lot of people and he wants those people on the list the Mac bunker and caverns and I'm saying we should put them on there because that's what they are if anyone who has that theory and for safety sake. Any and all parties that have that that's some kind of theme we should send in real army troops and polish them off firstly because we would be able to other groups tend not to care and second because we have to you do like the fact that most groups will care if we hit them. I'm proceeding to request it because they're the same cloth exact same cloth

Frank Castle hardcastle

Some bothers same thing and it is terrifying the awful we need to label them the same thing that's all and I need to receive the same treatment unfortunately they're big but they got to go and it's more important than these small potatoes and we can handle day and night and we're going to have to look at it they said so yeah you're going to have to like right now cuz if they've got that mentality and plan in a separate they Don't Care about Us repercussions and they're great to possibly go ahead with it it's much more dangerous and individuals who want to leave and do something no but the odds are very bad because they're down there having those kinds of people do it and they're sending people and they're under attack and they have to diminish those and from each of these buggers that are different than others and we do get that the clothes and they're not fully food and stuff and Air were going after them now

Frank Castle hardcastle and I brought it up and it's the right thing to do there we go get going on it

We're going to turn this into law if you don't miss the biggest group trying to destroy all of us now it's the same classification

Thor Freya

We're heading into the meeting now and we do understand this concern is very real and she has a lot of problems because of these people and the play of those too everywhere you go she's self supported bunkers. There are reasons why they're pointed out and it's because of their attempts is because they have people in their own doing it and they're not giving them a chance now these people are unpaid informants was supposed to pressure to happen and it failed and huge armies descending on them. And we'll continue to do so but yes they need the same classification even though they're paying and the procedure is similar but he's right we need to send much more after these people it's never going to change they're nuts and we have to express you cannot get away with it pretty soon

Olympus

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fishylife · 2 months

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i watched a couple of c*leb h*mmer's a few months back and i found them entertaining, in the way that reality tv is entertaining. i was talking to someone who i found out had also watched some of their videos, and that prompted me to check out his videos again. i think that his videos have grown kind of mean and they don't feel the same as the videos i'd first watched that were released about a year ago.

let's start with how clickbait-y the videos have become. i've found a few of the titles to completely misrepresent the situation. i would watch the video and then scratch my head about how the topic discussed in the title was brought up once and not even considered an actual issue. the thumbnail is also very clickbait-y. it's drawn up to look like a very fiery conflict, and the guest is often dressed up to match what the title characterizes them as, and is not how they appear on the show at all. it makes no difference to me if the guests apparently sign off on it, because it feels misleading to me because the video is nothing like what the title or thumbnail suggest it to be.

while c*leb's always been on the dramatic and grumpy side, i found that his old videos were a little more specific. he would point out the guest's bad spending habits. however, one thing that did irk me sometimes was that c*leb was not always the best at explaining why things the guests were doing were bad. for example, he couldn't explain to a guest why constantly buying taquitos was bad, when the explanation is simple. it's about being mindful of one's money and not spending it so flippantly because it adds up.

i already mentioned the fact that the youtube channel is mean to the guests, often exaggerating their bad characteristics in the title when they didn't necessarily seem that extreme. i find that c*leb has been extremely grumpy in his new videos. i know it's for entertainment value, but that part of him that isn't able to explain things when he's angry gets amplified. while some guests are combative, c*leb is sometimes starting the arguments on his own. he acknowledges that he interrupts people, and he's been called out on it by guests. he'll question people's expenses, but he doesn't explain why he thinks they're bad ideas, and that drives me up the wall. there's a good reason why someone buying coffee from starbucks everyday is a money drain, but he can't explain it because he just gets angry.

in a few recent videos i've seen, he just hasn't put together a budget at the end because he doesn't believe that the guest would follow it. for one of the guests, i don't think they were necessarily that bad. but i also feel like it's just being lazy.

his videos were amusing in a reality tv show way before, but now they've moved away quite a bit from the part where they should be trying to help guests. i know he goes for tough love, but it's hard to feel that when he can't even articulate why he's angry. it makes him seem unqualified.

#thinking out loud #youtube

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makahimetenshi · 3 months

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How i meet your mother and the story of how Arya Maxson was concieved - Chapter 13

Yeah im definitely changing the title of this fic, absolutely shutting down every shared url I posted about this fic on fanfiction, deleting the first two chapters and going to the final in this very job

The first two drabbles that actually are Two Separated Ways will be posted separatly.

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

They keep seeing each other after that, night after night, every night he takes a ventibird for a couple of hours to see his beautiful business owner to have dinner. Now he had to address her as Howard, or Nora. But not Sentinel, neither had an obligation with each other, since she didn’t have a rank anymore and she did not owe him her presence when he summoned her.

Some nights they dinner at the café, and some others at her apartment. He could see everyday how the building was changing little by little, working, improving things but above all spending money, money that worried Arthur, but Nora didn’t seem worried.

But they didn’t have sex, after all the fire turns off a bit after menacing your couple and specially if you tackle her down as a response in both minds the idea of touching and having sex sounded dangerous, very dangerous.

-When are you having another test by the way? –ask Arthur eating on his pasta with tato sauce.

-Month and half is not enough to do another test, wait until two months at least, it’s a shame I cant do them here…

He didn’t think so, preferred to do it with the medical equipment of the citadel, better results, trustworthy, a ride in ventibird to the citadel and the tower wasn’t a big effort in order to keep her safe after all.

-If I read correctly the 400 mUI/mL you had last time should be now 10000 doesn’t? –she nodded, he seem a bit exited with the idea of her pregnancy

-I wonder if should be more tho –she said drinking on her aquapura.

-What do you mean? I can bring you vitamins and supplements if you need

-This is my second pregnancy only, I don’t have much more experience

-And it was good? –she raised an eyebrow not understanding- an easy pregnancy

-It was perfect, even the uncomfortable things like waist pain at Nate side were funny and easy…The only thing I fear is the cravings

-Cravings?

-How do you plan to give me pudding with cream and dulce de leche in the middle of the night? –especially if they choose to live apart.

Arthur wait in silence, confused.

-What is pudding? -oh my gosh she needs to give him a prewar recipe book or they are going to end up shooting each other in the head.

By the time he was leaving since the night was over he noticed something odd on top of a table, weird to see

-Oh those aren’t for you –said Nora when she noticed what caught the man attention.

-Who are they for then?

-For Danse, found that pack of cigarettes and remember that he likes Big Boss

-Where did you get it? Are you going out the tower? –for some reason he felt severly upset.

-Nah I was just cleaning the metro entrances and connections this days and found it inside an old cabinet, trying to actually connect it and make a subterranean route to the city and...

-Well that’s strange, you never get anything for me

His chest hurt, and he didn’t understand why but now he was very angry, at nothing, didn’t actually had to be angry for this little thing but anyway…

-I didn’t know you liked…-Nora raised an eyebrow with curiosity

-I been smoking that brand since I was ten, of course I like it –the fact that he was visually mad and she wasn’t offering the box neither says a lot of things. Danse was priority, always will be a priority. He can forget it, not mention it in a while maybe , but she was always going to keep an eye on him to see if at some point he started to see her.

-Alright i…

He sighted, and she make silence, then close his eyes and he massaged his forehead with the tips of his fingers, sighing again- forget it, lets go

-Are you mad? –ohohohoho the nerve to be asking that

-No –he stated- I just say that you never get anything for me –put a lot of emphasis in the last part, then look somewhere else-that’s all

But suddenly he felt a menacing aura behind, something deep inside tell him to not look bad, whatever was growing at his side have a heavy and dark energy it seemed like it was going to devour him.

Heard something from behind him, she was looking around for something until he heard a metallic sound of things crashing. He didn’t move his head in that direction but instead his hand was picked by the wrist and pulled towards the door with a lot of force.

-Follow me –she said, pulling harder when his feet’s turned heavy- come on, no questions –he looked at her and my god she was angry, even tho she wouldn’t let her voice give her away, she was trying very hard to hide her emotions in her voice but her face looked very upset, very very upset.

They moved downstairs to the reception but instead of crossing the door I dragged him to a side door, it was the entrance to the basement of the building, where the connections to the subway were.

-What are you…

-Follow me –she order, and he froze and let himself be pulled, she still had his wrist very well helded and each step was like being dragged inside the metro tunnels. At some point, the more they went down she picked a baseball bat from one office in the ones they were walking by to keep going down and also give Arthur a Police baton , safety he supposed, since even a Radroach could cause a lot of harm if they encounter one down there…

The sounds of the metallic pieces she picked up in the apartment could be heard crashing in the pocket of her dress, drying his mouth of stress, now he realized.

He was being dragged by his own will down there, to such dangerous situation just because his…woman…move him…the things he was letting himself do…this wasn’t himself, a time ago he wouldn’t permit…

But then his head shout, his thoughts were silenced to what was in front of him, even Nora couldn’t pull him anymore because he was frozen and his feets couldn’t move.

It was a car.

Not polished or neither bright, of course not new, the paint was chipped and untidy, without shine or anything pretty, with scratches and indentations everywhere, as well as holes and dents on all sides of the car. The windows were scratched and slightly broken but clearly at a higher level, not very deep due to the nature of how they looked inward.

He sighted, and moved down by his own, Nora followed him until he was standing in front.

-Is this...? –he asked looking at the wheels, not detonated or exploded

-Get in the car –she said moving around to the other side of the car

What the fuck!?

He tried to open the door in front of him but the handle was dirty and oily, he couldn't open it until something clicked from inside and then he was able to move it, it jumped out so he could open it. That robbed him a sight, the fact that she went here with him means…His eyes illuminated looking at the door

-Are you…? –he asked again but was received with a very bad tune.

-I said get in the fucking car –no need to say it twice, alright, he opens and sit, the seats look clean and frankly smell good like the ones in the cinema, the inside of the car smell like…pine three…and oh there it was, a pine three decoration that actually emanates a really nice smell hanging from a mirror. He throw the Police baton to the back.

The interior was also nice, well illuminated, cleaned, the leather decorations of the walls were in good state and cleaned, the broken zones were stitched or patched…it was the better conservated car he see in his entire life. Even the mirrors of the sides weren’t broken and oh my god he was sitting inside a relic. The handlings looked functional, I mean, you can see the screes and welders and patches to make so that they would stay still in their place and not jump at the slightest moment that one needed to use them but yes, they seemed useful.

But the most important thing was on her pockets ringing, Nora sat on her seat and take out some keys also throwing her baseball bat to the back of the car.

Ohmygosh his heart started to run on his chest.

He sighted and take some air, he couldn’t believe what he was living right now, was it really functional? Yes, of course, he had seen cars working before on some other parts of the country, but was able to count them with the fingers of his hands….hand…yeah one hand maybe, repairing a car took a lot of knowleague and resources you can’t easy get anywhere and of course you need a car in the most preserved state as possible, barely scavenged because missing parts were a problem but she…did it…

She does things.

And she seemed pissed off

-How are we going…

-Put on your seat belt –she interrupted him, rude, his question was going to be a legit one, how were they going to get out the metro? He wrapped the belt around his waist and chest then he remember what she said, but his feelings didn’t let him appreciate it at that moment.

Oh my gosh.

Nora put the keys and turn on the power, the car goes brrrrrrrrr brrrrrrrrrrr loud as he never heard any type of machine before, same with the black smoke coming from behind, the vehicle even trembled a bit before she turned on the headlights and taillights, grabbed the steering wheel, and put her boots on the pedals.

Arthur hold on his belt when they accelerated and she grabbed the gear lever, moving the car forward and spinning around with a very uncomfortable and frightening squeak that made him close his eyes tightly due to the noise, then they would stop and she would accelerate forward, just forward, kept driving forward. When the man open his eyes he couldn’t believe it, not at all. They were driving on the metro hallways. The tracks were empty and cleaned.

Well, not exactly, the trash and debris were pushed to the sides enough to let the car pass between the narrow stretch but still…

They were driving, racing in the metro subway the enough.

-Were are we going? –he asked trying to recompose and gain his breath with a shy voice

-Please shut up -but she looked tense, with a frown on her face, driving like a lunatic at a speed that even generated a horrible sense of danger in him that called to the alert of all his survival senses, anyway they were driving underground with the apparently clear road but still driving so fast it was scary.

So if they were driving in the Warrington line that means…

At one special place Nora speed up more than normal and make some strange movement with the back wheels to jump over a platform, and soon enough they were driving again up in a ramp with some tracks at the side.

Oh my god they were going up to the trainyard for sure.

Then both see a light at the end of the tunnel, moonlight, the light of the sky even in the intense wasteland night, even if it was always cloudy there was light at night. She slowed down to stop and park.When they were in front of the gates Nora goes down the car with the keys on hand and close the door.

Then Arthur for the first time in that insane ride swallowed saliva, his mouth was dry as fuck.

She uses the key to open a rusted panel and like he can handle any more surprised the big gate opens.

For some reason his fingers hold more on the belt. This was unreal. And it embarrassed him, that at 33 it was the first time he had experienced things like that.

Once the big gate was open Nora came inside the car again and just drived 10 meters forward slowly, very slowly, with the same bitch annoyed face from before, then again came down, shut the door of the car and as Arthurs eyes followed her and disappeared in the service blue door right next to the gate to go inside again and do the steps on the panel to close the big rounded gate, as soon the machinery started to work to level down the gate, she came back from the blue service door to the wastelands surface, again, and then, she got in the car again, sighting, visually tired.

-Nora…-mumble Arthur, but when he tried to touch her shoulder, she smacked his hand, the man crossed his eyes, that was unnecessary.

In no time, everything was settled and ready to go, as soon the keys were on spot, the car was running and driving on the highway, jumping and honestly suffering from the bad state of the asphalt but it was obvious, it was hard to even move with a Brahmin on foot on that abandoned highways how it wasn’t going to be with an actual car? Arthur look at the window as they passed by The Overlook Drive-In illuminated by the moonlight reflecting on the clouds, the easiest way to go up was to reach the Arlington Library by that freeway and continue up as the road wasn’t blocked.

Wait she was dropping him?

He tried to touch her knee over the dress but quickly she grunted and move her head uncomfortable, eyes on the road-don’t touch me

-Hey –he called, but again, she made that uncomfortable sound- listen

-Don’t –she said with a very angry face, annoyed as fuck, something really trigger her over an hour ago to go on a driving rampage and not even glance at him- im driving

He said nothing, look at her angry eyebrows and again hold at the seat belt with his life unable to do anything else, he was in a mixture of being exited and scared. Never actually drived in the night of the wastelands like that, never feel such adrenaline of being transported at such dangerous speed by someone so reckless and crazy and...right now wasn’t sure if being attracted as hell or scared of his life that one of those potholes on the highway and broken asphalt was going to kill them both.

Or three, their baby too.

He glanced at her for a minute and she looked hot, angry and savage, beautiful under the moonlight of the wastelands, taking control of the road.

Tho he couldn’t concentrate much with his own thoughts, the jumps and sounds of broken stuff in the car really messes up to formulate ideas

When they passed the Nuka-Cola Plant he realized that it was going to be a quiet trip, she didn’t want to talk to him, right now she wanted to be angry despite he…ahhh…Arthur doesn’t know how to feel actually, being around was painful, he didn’t want to be this confused all the time but he really wanted to try, he always wanted to believe in chances for everything to get better and…it doesn’t…but he was also really turned on, she has so much to offer to someone like him, all the time surprising him, always being exceptional, powerful in every sense.

Like I said, it was difficult to keep a line of ideas straight with the car dripping and jumping each second like crazy. He may get crazy for all the noise, and fear.

But he knew that he was also crazy for her, confused and everything.

The mix of fear, shock and adrenaline sedated him in his seat, too much happening in his head and surroundings, everything going too fast to process, his own brain jumping inside what he felt like an empty head didn’t help, so he shouted his mind and look at the windows, enjoing the destroyed landscapes.

When they reach water and see the Jefferson Memorial he looked at her, her temple had soften and her mouth was no longer pressed, she relaxed her jaw, still, didn’t say nothing as she avoided and drift obstacles.

He wasn’t sure if she was a good driver or a crazy woman driving.

They reach the citadel eventually and obviously there was an army of soldiers pointing at them at the entrance, the ones who see them at the top of the building summoned a lot of reinforcements in case that the speed car with the lights on was a war machine ready to attack but no.

Nora seemed unfrighten by that. Didn’t mind a few laser rifles pointing at her chest at all.

The cat stop and the first thing Arthur did was open the windows on his side and went out with his body slightly out of the window, raising his hands just to show his brothers that he was not a danger and that he really was the one.

-It’s the elder Maxson! Stand by soldiers! Calm down everybody! –he screamed and stand a moment for everyone to see him and recognize his face, even when a lamplight hit his face entirely. Then, someone in the guard made an okay sign with the hand and he went inside again, but as soon his ass meet the seat again he was kicked in the face by a bunch of keys. Painful. Specially hurt on the nose.

Wait wat.

No way.

-There you have a gift of your taste –Nora said that with a really resentful gaze, opening her side of the car and stepping out, everybody pointed the laser rifles at her and she just sighted to the air, kicking on the floor while all eyes were on her.

-Sentinel wait –he screamed moving to her seat but when their eyes meet he found surprise.

She was looking at him with genuinely surprise.

-Sentinel? –she mumble, he couldn’t hear her because of the noise the engine of the car made but…

Oh. He forgot.

Both forgot important things to the other

He swallowed saliva and look around for some other soldier, taking a leg off and picking the keys, holding on it with his life, those keys were important. Very important.

-Soldier, please take the sentinel by ventibird to the Tenpenny tower now–he ask and the man nodded with the power armor helmet. Everybody put their laser rifles down, it was Elder Maxson and Sentinel Nora after all, their people.

She frowned at him but still turned around and followed the soldier that answer to the elder petition.

Once he saw her walking towards the gate of the citadel he sighted, pressing on the keys with his fingers, wanting to feel the pain bring him to reality, then, he looked at the keys, moving the other leg outside the car seat. Everybody was looking at him, confused for sure.

He can still feel the adrenaline of drive fast in the wastelands night, risking his life in some pothole in the pavement, not crashing against a collapsed building by pure miracle, not dripping and flying in the airs in circles to crash against the highway. His heart wont stop pounding inside his chest and by moments it was turning painful with a big anxiety and an enormous feeling of empty on his chest, a really big feeling of desperation and uncertainty.

She really was something else.

And he wanted her.

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