#yesterday we had a Serious Talk and we were just like ok but we don't wanna stop it and ain't that fucked up
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#im involved in some drama and i wanna scream kwjsks like it all started 5 yrs ago?#this is about my fwb thing#all my posts this week have been about it#yesterday we had a Serious Talk and we were just like ok but we don't wanna stop it and ain't that fucked up#bc we know we should and the question about what could happen if we did date kind of lingers yk?#but im scared of messing things up bc i don't actually know if i want us to date and i don't want to ruin the friendship#that's so cliché lmao#but it's like we've known each other for almost 20 yrs and i feel like we can't really fuck things up but it's scary bc i don't wanna be#like uhhh im just trying to understand if i do like this man or im just confused#you get me? it's fucked up to experiment like this w a friend that's so close#i think. although ive told him that it makes me feel weird and anxious bc i thought i only liked women???? and idk if i do like him like#_that_ or im just bored lmaooo#a mess! but neither of us is stopping it#sorry about the rant but this is the only place i actually talk about it bc there's some fucked up stuff going on and bc it kind of makes#me feel fake and ashamed and everything
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SOMEBODY ELSE !
— chapter 11. deja vu.
a/n — sorry neteyam girlies (im not)
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You walked out of the building, finally wearing an outfit appropriate for the weather. You pulled the hood of your jacket up, shielding your face from the wind when you noticed Ao'nung's car pull up.
The window in front of you rolled down, revealing the grinning boy. "Get in the car loser, we're going shopping."
"Since when did you know mean girls?"
"Since Tsireya was my sister," he snorted, parking the car in an empty space. "So, I figure we should probably talk about what you wanted right now?"
"Oh yeah," you cleared your throat, the joking atmosphere quickly dissipating. "It's just— me and Neteyam got into an argument yesterday? Violet told him some dumb shit, like you were using me or it was all just a bet you were going for— and I defended you and that's why me and him fought— but now I can't stop thinking about it and I feel horrible for even thinking that about you."
Ao'nung listened carefully, not once interrupting in your rambling. "Fucking hell," he mumbled, running a hand over his face. "Me and Violet dated for like— a month at best? And we weren't all that serious, okay? We were friends with benefits and she wanted more one day and I just thought, why not, you know? It's fucked up but I didn't like her all that much— and when I finally told her and broke it off she felt used and went off telling all the other girls I went for that I was doing the same exact thing to them that I did to her."
Your eyes widened at the revelation, chewing on your cheek nervously. He hadn't directly addressed your worrying, which only made you feel worse, but nevertheless you stayed silent, letting him continue.
"But I swear on my life, y/n, I'm not using you. I never was. If I'm serious about anything, it's you. I liked you from the start, and I never would've started anything if I felt anything less."
You released a breath you weren't even aware you were holding, and nodded happily. "That's uh— good to know." You grinned, trying to hide the blush painting your cheeks when you met his smug eyes.
Yet the more you thought about it, the more the guilt weighed you down. Ao'nung was so patient, so understanding, how were you not ready? You still somehow had feelings for a man who hurt you over and over again (granted unknowingly) and you still couldn't move on?
Noticing your silence, Ao'nung placed a hand over yours. "Everything ok?"
Sighing, you softly intertwined your fingers together with his. "I feel horrible," you mumbled quietly, causing him to dip his head closer to your face. "I mean, you're just so- so understanding? You're so patient, you stick around when I tell you I'm not ready, and you don't get mad when I accuse you of really stupid things, and I just get why you're waiting on me when you could be with another girl who's ready now."
"Y/n," he cooed, his hand gently grabbing you by your chin to look up at him. "I wait for you because I want to. You're not horrible to me, I love your company, and you're still getting over a breakup. Knowing you like me back is enough for me."
His words of reassurance did little to ease your guilt, but you nodded anyways. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he smiled, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles. "Now let's go get some coffee, mkay? There's no way you had time to get it before I picked you up, you're in a fight with your coffee supplier."
"Ugh, don't remind me." You groaned, bringing your legs close to your chest, almost resembling a ball and resting your head on Ao'nungs arm as he pulled out from the parking lot, going to the cafe.
As you guys walked into the cafe, you'd finally given yourself a break, trying to forget about your worries and the fight from yesterday.
All of that went out the window when you saw Neteyam animatedly talking to Violet inside.
And it reminded you of a time you knew all too well.
FUN FACTS !
— neteyam and y/n would sit at the same booth everytime they went to the cafe and neteyam's been sitting with violet there the past couple times
— ao'nung convinced y/n to get his drink order this time and she hated it
— violet saw y/n and ao'nung but neteyam didn't
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a/n — lowk end is cringe bUT CLIFFHANGER MWUAHAHA
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Kung Fu Panda 4 Review
Ok, I saw the movie yesterday and I have some thoughts. I think the film is good, but no where near the level of the first two. It's more like the third tonally. But tbf, nothing can top the second film in my opinion. KFP 2 really stepped up in its depth both in terms of its villain and message. The fourth film is very much the opposite. It's also very predictable and you can easily figure out what was gonna happen pretty early on.
What I liked: the animation is still gorgeous. Seriously, there were some very visually pleasing shots. The character models all looked great and I thought it was cool how the villain still has scales when she transforms. The music is also really nice and fun to listen to. The voice acting was also good and I thought Awkafina did a good job (major step up from Scuttle).
Po's dads were also really fun when on screen. It's nice to see them bond over Po and they do work well off of each other. They were the best part of the film, animation aside. The villain is also pretty cool with her abilities. We will talk about her more in a bit. And I did like Zhen and I'm looking forward to see what they do with her in the future. She's energetic and I did like her design.
What I didn't like: too. much. comedy. Ok look, I know this is an animated film for kids, but what made the first three films (particularly the second one) so good is that the balanced the jokes with depth. This film does have some messages, but it's intercut with so many jokes during dialogue that it takes away from it. They really needed to let this film breathe and have more serious moments to just talk and let things sink in. The villain brought back the old villains and stole their abilities (this was in trailer so not really spoiler). Why don't they do more with that? There is so much untapped potential here.
And that's my other big issue with the film: so much potential. Some of the ideas in this film are really, really good, but they only scratch the surface with it. I wanted to know more about the villain. I wanted to see our fave villains interact more. I wanted to see the villain use her powers more. But we don't get that; we only get the bare minimum. In simpler terms, there's no big "wow!" moment that the other films had.
Spoilers below (tread carefully)
Why did they bring the villains back if they were going to do almost nothing with them? The climax of the film was the Chameleon stealing the villains' abilities and fighting Po but we pretty much saw that in the trailer. Tai Lung gets to do some stuff, but I wanted more. Half of his lines were jokes anyway and I didn't vibe with it. Why did they bring him back if he was just gonna comment on things? I don't remember our favorite snow leopard being this comical. He did quip, but there was still a hardened edge to him. Idk. Maybe he got therapy in the spirit realm. Shen and Kai get crumbs, but again, they could've done so much more. And wasn't Kai destroyed completely?
With Shen and Tai Lung, I would've wanted to see more. I'm glad Tai Lung did finally come to respect Po and it does make sense. But Shen? The last time we saw him he rejected Po's help. Unless he too got the same spirit realm therapy Tai Lung did, him bowing to Po does feel very OOC. Nitpicking further, why was Shen brought back anyway? The Chameleon presumably doesn't know who Po is and Shen isn't a kung fu master. With the exception of the fanservice route, this choice only makes sense if the Chameleon was aware of Shen's actions in Gongmen and thought his level of evil would fit her vibe.
Nitpicking aside, there was so much opportunity for Po to confront his villains again and have a deep, serious moment with them. Whether either side likes it or not, they're reunited for a short amount of time. Why not capitalize on this great opportunity?
Speaking of the villain, so much untapped potential. Her design is great, her abilities are really cool, and Viola Davis does a good job voicing her. So why doesn't she get to do more? Imagine a really cool fight sequence where Po confronts her, but she shifts so much that it begins to mess with his head. Or she transforms into the older villains and Po is caught off guard? Instead, we get half the climax spoiled for us in the trailer. What was really cool about the other three was that we got multiple fight scenes with them to showcase their abilities. Thus, the final battle dialed it up to an 11 and we got a truly epic finale. Here, it feels like there should've been more, but there wasn't. Even her backstory feels lacking. It's there... but only surface level. Even Shen, arguably the cruelest of them all, had nuance and depth.
Also, why couldn't we get more of the Furious Five outside of a glorified cameo? Tigress and Po friendship is truly amazing.
As much as the jokes miss, there are some good bits. Shifu trying to deal with Po's shenanigans always crack me up. I also like the bit where Po tries to meditate and his thoughts get in the way. Because hey guess what, that's what my head is like and it's really freaking hard to quiet it down. So, there's that. I just wish the writers didn't feel like they had to insert jokes in almost every line of dialogue, you know? Li and Ping dad adventures are great except half the lines are jokes about how worried they are for Po or how not tough they are. Why not have a deeper conversation? I think it would make everything feel more natural.
I also wish Po himself was a tad more mature. I'm not expecting Shifu or Tigress levels of seriousness, but I felt that he kinda was a bit too childish. Po is one of those characters who loves to have fun, but knows when he has to be serious. However, he also likes to lighten things up with comedy. In this movie, it felt like he only really leaned into the comedy side of things. He had his moments, but I'll be honest, I really missed the "the only thing that matters is what you choose to be now" levels of dialogue. The proverb joke got old real fast, ok?
Grace Randolph from Beyond the Trailer described this movie as episodic and I can see it. The story bits are very segmented between the villain, heroes, and Po's dads. The flow and pacing of this film really needed to be upgraded.
Ok, that's all I got for now. I'm sure I'll think of something else to say (aside from encouraging everyone to rewatch KFP 2 because I'll never get enough of that film).
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Being able to actually read and understand portuguese yesterday felt like such a curse, because MAN was the shit that Forever said both in those og messages and in his addressing of it fucking awful
He literally just went "it's all the haters! I'm gonna sue you all!" And then compared himself to a girl who actually commited suicide recently because of online harassment
And the people's reactions over on twitter? Fucking awful. It's just like the Dream situation but more blatant in a way
Minors themselves were going on twitter.com just to say how the law would let a 21 year old doing things with 14 year olds pass. Or they made up that he had already apologized (he hasn't, they brought up the transphobia apology from months ago) and also it wasn't a big deal at the same time. Or they went "YOU'RE ALL HATERS! BRINGING UP SOMETHING FROM 2017!! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED"
Buddy, please, for your safety, TALK TO AN ADULT ABOUT THIS. It is not ok, it's very serious and trying to bury it and now burning the evidence on Forever's part is not a way to say that "he moved past it! It was 7 years ago, we all have flaws!!" Like yeah, we do all have flaws, but this isn't a case of "my parents brought me up with homophobic rhetoric so I grew up saying homophobic things but I've changed to be better" you know? No, this is a man who at 21 years old contantly messaged (and even met up at least once with one of them) 14 and 15 year olds talking about very sexual things involving them and him
I do not give a shit how many years have passed, you don't get to just "move past" that. Much less as he's doing trying to delete all evidence, threatening decryers with legal action and acting as a victim
This man needs deplatforming QUICK
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Honey Bee
Jolly Master List
PART ONE/PART TWO/
You feel your throat tighten, a knot forming as you hold your phone to your ear. You feel your chest constrict, your breaths becoming shallow and ragged. You feel your eyes well up, your vision blurring. You feel your mind racing, your thoughts spinning out of control. The amount of anxiety you felt today was enough to make you leave.
Noah will know how to help you and make you feel better. He gives you honest and practical advice without judging or blaming you. He'll support you, tell you you're not alone, and always be there for you.
You hate that you feel this way, out of place. What a change from yesterday when you fully felt you were where you were supposed to be. You hoped for a different outcome, but now you knew how Jolly felt and were thankful for it, but you also felt shattered. Why couldn't life be kind for just once and let you have what you wanted?
You hear Noah's voice on the other end, but it's not the friendly greeting you hoped for. "It's only been three days, Y/n. Why are you calling me? Shouldn't you be focusing on lover boy?" He jokes. "You must be calling to thank me, right?"
You sigh and roll your eyes at his sarcasm. "Noah, please, this is serious. I need your help."
He laughs and says, "Oh, I see. You want to come back home to me, right, cause you feel bad for leaving me for so long? Well, too bad, honey. I'm taken."
You groan, "Stop it. I know you're not dating anyone, and when I come home, it won't be to YOU because we were never together, dumbass." You giggle, "You've hit full delusion without me there, huh?"
"I mean, I've had a lot of time to myself, and I've spent a lot of it in my room talking to George." He chuckles, "Anyway, what can I do for you, buttercup?"
As you walk through the tiny backyard, you admire the vibrant flowers and herbs that Jolly has grown in his garden. He's away at his mom's place, but you still feel nervous when you speak out loud. It's like you are afraid once the words come out, they will be true, and once you admit it to Noah, there is no turning back.
"I need to come home." You say, biting your lip. "I can't be here another day." You feel yourself choke over your words.
You hear him close the door on his side, and the phone crackles as he moves it closer to his mouth. "What do you mean?" He asks, sounding more concerned now. He clears his throat and lowers his voice, "Did something happen?"
"I can't talk about it at the moment. I already feel like I'm going to puke." You say, sniffing back your tears.
You can tell that Noah is getting anxious. "Did he hurt you?" He asks, his voice hard and furious. "Cause I'll come there, and I'll sort that shit out immediately."
You shake your head, even though he can't see you through the phone. "No, he didn't hurt me. Not physically, anyway." You pause, wondering how to ask him for a favor. You hate to impose on him, but you have no other option. You need to get away from this place as soon as possible. "I was just wondering if maybe you could help me out with the ticket." You whisper, hoping he won't get angry. You know you can't afford a last-minute flight back home.
Noah sighs, "Yeah, I'll see what I can find for today." The line goes silent for a moment, and when Noah speaks again, he's more gentle and kind, "I don't know what happened, but I want you to know it's going to be OK." He sounds sincere and caring, and you feel a sense of gratitude.
You feel your eyes water, but you quickly wipe them away. You don't want to cry in front of him, even if he can't see you. You want to be strong and brave like he always says you are. "I'll talk to you later." You say, trying to sound cheerful. You hang up the phone and take a deep breath. You hope he can find a ticket for you. You could really use a Noah hug about now.
Jolly sank into the recliner, facing his mom on the couch. He couldn't look at her; he felt too embarrassed and conflicted. He kept replaying the events of last night in his head, wondering if you hated him. He knew you were hurt; you barely said a word to him for the rest of the night. He saw you lying on the couch, pretending to be asleep, but he could see your eyes flickering and your body tensing.
He wanted to tell you how much he wished things were different. He wanted to kiss you and make you feel loved and be your hero and protector, but he thought he had no right to do that. He felt like he was trespassing on something that belonged to Noah.
He thought he should back off and let you sort things out with your best friend. He couldn't shake the feeling that you had hidden feelings for Noah, even though you denied it.
You and Noah seemed perfect for each other. You had known each other for so long, had your own jokes and secrets, and shared many interests. You spent a lot of time together, and Jolly knew when you did stay the night at their place, you were always in Noah's room. He couldn't help but imagine what you did behind closed doors.
"Joakim," His mother says, breaking the silence. "Is this about that girl?" She asks, noticing his gloomy mood.
He doesn't look up, afraid of what he'll see in his mother's eyes. He knows she's worried about him, but he doesn't want to disappoint her. He continues staring at the floor and nods slightly, "I should have listened to her and kissed her. I think I ruined everything." He leans forward, resting his face in his hands, and sighs.
"Tell me what happened." She urges, moving closer to him on the couch. He sits up and crosses one leg over the other, finally meeting his mother's matching irises. "I messed it up." He groans. "We had this fun day, and at the end of the night, she leaned in for a kiss, and I turned her down."
She nods, listening, "Why, I thought you liked this one?"
He shrugs. "I do. I have, for a long time."
"What is the problem? Did you forget to tell me she was married or unavailable?" She asks, growing concerned that her son has fallen into a trap.
Jolly shakes his head, "I think she has feelings for Noah, and Noah has feelings for her, but they won't admit it." He tells her, feeling the pain crushing him all over again.
"Joakim Oskar Patrik Karlsson, I love you, but you're not very bright sometimes." She laughs, "She came all this way to see you. She wanted you to kiss her. Isn't that enough evidence?"
Jolly's eyes widen, "But Noah-"
"What about Noah? She said she doesn't have feelings for Noah. You need to believe her, and if this is what you want, why aren't you going after it?" She sighs, growing slightly frustrated, "Men." She mutters. "I raised you better than this." She stands up, walks to the front door, and opens it. "Get out."
Jolly looks at his mother with confusion, "What?" He stands up, "You're kicking me out?"
"Go talk to her. Tell her everything because if you don't, she will move on, and there will be others, and you will regret this forever." She was right; he needed to tell you before it was too late.
He kisses his mom on the cheek as he exits the cozy house. He feels nervousness and excitement; he'll do it. He needed to tell you everything: how he thought about you, dreamed of you, and wanted to be with you. He rehearses what he will say but knows words are not enough. He needs to show you how he feels.
Jolly clenches the steering wheel as he drives to his house, his heart pounding in his chest. He dials Noah's number, hoping to hear his voice and clear the air. He doesn't want to lose his best friend over this. He wants to explain himself, to apologize, to make things right. But when he calls, the phone rings once and goes straight to voicemail. He hangs up and tries again but gets the same result.
Anxiety washes over him. He wonders why Noah is ignoring him, and then a horrible thought crosses his mind. You must've called Noah first.
"Fuck." He curses under his breath.
This was going to be the worst drive home ever.
He pulls into his driveway and parks the car, but he doesn't get out right away. His chest tightens when he thinks about facing you. He doesn't know what to say to you, but he hopes his feelings will show through. Jolly finally gets out of the car and walks up the driveway. He takes a deep breath and reaches for the door handle, calling out your name as he opens the door. But he stops when he sees you walking toward him with your bags packed. He feels a jolt of shock and pain as he looks at you, his eyes wide and incredulous. He can't move, he can't speak, and he can't breathe. He stares at you as you approach him, dragging your luggage behind you.
The sound of your bag hitting the ground jolts him out of his trance. "What's going on? Where are you going?" He asks, his voice cracking with emotion. He tries to catch your eye, but you avoid his gaze.
You avert your eyes from him and clamp your mouth shut, suppressing the sob that wants to break free. You wish you had left before he came back.
"Something came up at work, and I need to go home." You lie, hoping he won't hear the quiver in your voice. He knows you too well; he knows you're lying.
"Oh," he says softly, knowing at this moment there was nothing he could do to make you stay. "Let me at least take you to the airport…"
You shake your head and adjust your backpack on your shoulder. You pull out your phone and glance at the screen, "My cab's here." You say, feeling guilt in your chest. You see the pain in his face, and it breaks your heart.
"You were going to leave without saying goodbye?" He asks, his voice barely audible.
You bite your lip and look around the room, trying to find something else to focus on—anything but him: anything but the memories you've made here. "I'm sorry, Jolly. I have to go." You say, walking past him.
He grabs your arm and hugs you tightly, holding you close.
He wants to tell you how he feels. He wants to beg you to stay. He wants to kiss you and make you forget everything else. But he can't. He loves you too much to be selfish and force you to stay. He has to let you go and hope that the two of you will reunite and things will be different.
"Be safe, Honey Bee." He whispers in your ear, then gently pulls back, looking into your eyes. He sees the tears that are about to fall. He wipes them away with his thumb. He tries to smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
You nod your head and pick up your bags, "OK." You whisper, leaving him in the doorway as you drag your bags to the cab. You look back at him one last time and see him standing there, watching you go. You feel a surge of emotion and want to run back to him, but you know you can't. You get in the cab and close the door, feeling the finality of your decision. You drive away, leaving him behind.
He lets out a soft sigh, feeling disappointed and empty. He enters his room and sits on the bed, his heart heavy with regret. He kicks off his shoes, hoping a nap will help him forget the pain. But as he looks around the room, his eyes fall on the bedside table, and he sees it: the ring he bought you, a black band with your favorite stone in the center, sitting there, mocking him. He grabs it, holds it in his hand, and tilts it back and forth, remembering how happy you were to receive it, the smile on your face, the joy in your eyes, and your sweet smile. He feels the cold metal against his skin and wonders if you were intentionally hurting him as a form of payback. He shakes his head, not sure of how he feels. He sets the ring back on the table and lays down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He feels so angry, knowing that this could've been prevented if he just would've kissed you. His heart aches with longing, and he wishes he could turn back time and make things right. But it's too late now, and all he can do is lie alone with his thoughts and regrets. He hears the clock ticking on the wall and counts the seconds, hoping they will pass faster. He closes his eyes, trying to block out the image of you walking away from him. He wonders if you'll ever forgive him, and he wonders if he'll have to watch you fall for someone else or if there is still hope for him when he returns home.
When you arrive at the airport, Noah greets you warmly and offers to help you with your bags. "You doing OK?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. He sees the sadness and exhaustion on your face, and he knows you've been through a lot.
You nod, "Yeah, just wanna get home." You say, forcing a smile. You don't feel like talking; you just want to forget everything that happened. Noah nods in understanding and leads you out of the airport, where his car is waiting. As you walk, Noah glances over to see you staring at the ground. It's dark and cold, and you haven't yet asked him for his jacket, which surprised him. He knows you're always cold and usually lends you his jacket whenever you're together.
"Hey," he says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. He tries to comfort you, to make you feel better. "You wanna talk about what happened?" He asks, hoping you'll open up to him. He wants to know what went wrong, what Jolly did or said to make you leave so suddenly. He wants to help you, to be there for you.
You feel a pit in your stomach as you think of the events of the last three days. You shrug your shoulders and nudge Noah's arm off you. You open the car door, still remaining silent. You're confused and angry.
Noah starts the engine, his lips pressed together as he watches you stare out the window. He feels like he's partly to blame for what happened. He was the one who encouraged you to go see Jolly, to confess your feelings, to take a chance.
"I'm sorry things didn't go how we thought they would," he says, his voice heavy with sorrow. He watches the road, purposefully missing the turn to keep you in the car a little longer. He wants to spend more time with you, to make you laugh and forget.
"Noah…" You groan. "I don't want to think about it anymore. Jolly made his choice, and now I need to move on." You lean your head on the window and watch as the rain droplets slide down the glass. You feel like they're a reflection of your tears and pain. You wish you could wash away everything that happened, everything that didn't happen and will never happen. "Please stop missing turns. I know it doesn't take this long to get home." You say, feeling impatient and restless. You want to get out of the car, out of this conversation, out of this mess.
Noah's grip tightens on the steering wheel, not out of frustration but worry. He sees the tears in your eyes and the pain on your face. "You wanna stay the night with me? We can watch a movie, and I'm sure George would love to snuggle you." He suggests, hoping you'll agree.
You shake your head again, closing your eyes and pressing your lips together. You don't want to stay with Noah, you don't want to watch a movie, you don't want to snuggle George. You just want to go home, to your own bed, to your own space, to your own misery. "I'll get him in the morning, Noah. I just really want to go home." You say, growing frustrated. You hate to sound ungrateful, but you can't stand being around anyone now. You just want to be alone.
The rest of the car ride is quiet, and it's not until you reach your apartment that you remember Noah has a key to your door.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face him. "Give me your key." You say, holding out your hand. You don't want him to have access to your place, check up on you, or bother you. You want to cut him off, at least for tonight.
Noah looks at you, shocked. "What?" He asks, "No." He says with wide eyes, "You said it's for an emergency, and right now, I'm worried you might have an emergency." He's afraid of what you might do. He cares about you more than you know, and he can't stand the idea of losing you, even if it's only mentally.
You stare at him with disbelief, "Noah, give me the fucking key. I just want to sleep peacefully without you annoying me because you're worried." You snap, losing your patience. You don't care about his feelings, and you don't care about his fears.
Noah can't believe you're pushing him away like this after everything you've been through together. He clenches his jaw and pulls his keys out of the ignition. He grabs the key and drops it in your hand. "Fine. Take it...just promise you'll come get George in the morning."
You force a smile and get out of the car. Noah pops the trunk, and you grab your bags, avoiding his gaze as you walk into your apartment.
You feel a twinge of guilt for how you treated Noah, but you can't help it. You're angry at him for making you believe that Jolly had feelings for you when he clearly didn't.
You drop your bags by your door and head to your bedroom, passing by one of the pictures you cherished of you and Jolly. You push your fingers under the frame and knock it off the wall, letting it fall to the floor. You hear the glass shatter and glance at the broken edge, feeling pain in your chest.
You stare at the photo of you and Jolly, your faces glowing with happiness. It was from the Fourth of July, the night you celebrated with fireworks and laughter. Noah was your photographer, capturing every moment with his phone. He teased you for being too scared to light anything but sparklers, but Jolly didn't mind. He thought you were adorable and joined you with his own sparkler. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple as the sparks flew around you. It was a perfect night, and you felt nothing could go wrong.
You shake the thoughts as you walk away, not bothering to clean it up.
Reaching your room, you strip out of your clothes and turn off the light. You crawl into bed and reach for your phone, squinting at the bright screen.
You see a text message from Jolly. Did you make it back safe?
You sigh and turn off your phone. You don't want to talk to him. You toss your phone aside and lie on your back, staring at the ceiling, feeling lost and confused. You can't believe you fell for Jolly after holding him at arm's length for so long; you should've trusted your instincts. How did you miss the clues that he was only being nice to you? Maybe you missed the friendly signals because of how he held you the other night in his bed, making you feel safe and serene, or was it how he would wrap his arms around your waist or rest his hands on your hips when he spoke to you? Or maybe it was the ring he gave you, telling you he wanted you to think of him whenever you glanced at it.
You roll on your side and pull the blanket over your head, muffling your sobs. You hate feeling this way. You wish you could erase him from your mind, but you know you can't. He's a part of you, and you can't let him go. You close your eyes and drift into a restless sleep, dreaming of what could have been.
Part four
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@somewhere-diamond @cookiesupplier
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Tommy Shelby- Old Love Pt3
Pt1 Pt4
The following day I decide that I do need to speak to Tommy. So leaving Charlie at my parents house I pluck up the courage and head to the betting shop a place I know and remember all to well. On arrival I find John having a chat with Finn while they smoke
"Hey YN"
"Hi. Is Tommy here?" I ask nervously
"Yeah. In his office"
"Thanks"
"If I hear shouting I'll come and rescue you" John jokes. We always were quite close. I walk into the betting shop and over to Tommys office. Taking in a deep breath I knock on the door
"What?" I hear a grump Thomas shout
"Hey" I quietly say opening the door
"YN" his head snaps up. His eyes meet mine. Those damn eyes that I fell in love with. I quickly look away "what are you doing here?"I sit down in the chair in front of Tommys desk "everyone has told me we need to talk"
"What about you? Do you think we need to talk?" Tommy crosses his arms over his chest
"Yeah I do actually"
"Well" he gestures with his hand for me to continue
"I don't really know where to start"
"How about you start with the reason why you left"
"Is that a serious question Tom?"
"Of course it is" he raises his voice "you left when I needed you. You left with my son YN!"
"What about when I needed you Tom! What about when I was struggling after giving birth!" I stand up shouting
"I was a war!"
"So was I!" I close my eyes trying to stop tears
"What are you on about?" I sit back down in the seat. After a moment of silence I finally look back at Tommy
"Before you came home, I went to an asylum"
"What!" Tommy stand up looking furious
"After I had Charlie, I couldn't cope. Polly called it the baby blues, but it never went away. Our neighbours called the police because Charlie was crying and I wasn't doing anything. I was. I was trying to get him to be quiet but I just started to break down. They took me away, gave Polly custody of Charlie and I went to an asylum. Tommy it was horrible" I can no longer hold my tears back "they would shock me and prod me. Thankfully Polly got me out and I had custody of Charlie again. By the time you came home I blocked it all out. I had no feelings for Charlie for a while, when he cried I would sit there letting Polly or my mum care for him. I got better, but when you came home I had to look after you, it made me sad again"
"Fucking hell YN"
"When I saw you with the barmaid, it practically killed me Tom"
"Why didn't you tell me any of this?"
"How could I. You were dealing with the shit after war. I was failing at being a mother. How do you tell the man you love, the father of your baby that you didn't love said baby. Of course I love him now, but I was struggling"
"I wish you had told me" Tommy sighs sitting back down
"I know. I'm sorry. Mum said something yesterday which made me realise that I've been blaming you for everything that happened but I didn't speak to you, I took your son from you and moved. I'm sorry"
"So what's going to happen now?" I shrug
"I'd like you to be apart of Charlie's life"
"What about where you live? Will you come back home?"
"No. We're divorced Tom. I'm not moving back in with you, but if things go well and we can get on, I'll move in with my parents"
"Ok" Tommy rubs his hands over his face "you know I never stopped loving you"
"What about when you slept with her, or god knows who else"
"I was trying to get over you. Never fell in love again"
"So you still love me?"
"Yeah. Yeah I do"
"I still love you too, but I can't just jump back into a life with you"
"I understand. Polly's having all of us for dinner tomorrow, come, bring Charlie and your parents. Let's just start with being friends again"
"I'll think about it. I best go" I get up from the seat
"Maybe see you tomorrow"
"Maybe" I leave Tommys office
"You left him alive in there?" Arthur asks
"Yeah don't worry. See you around" I wave the boys goodbye and leave the betting shop to go back to my parents house
#peaky blinders#peaky blinders imagine#tommy shelby#peaky blinders reader#john shelby#arthur shelby#tommy shelby x you#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby x oc#tommy shelby x wife
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hiiii my favorite and beloved writer-nim!!!
i apologize this might be a little too specific, but i’d like to request a very very needy sub!harua with a freshman uni student s/o, who’s super serious about studying and might not always give enough attention to rua … 🫣
also, can i please be 🦋 anon, if you’re okay with it~
yes, i acc am on a computer right now so id the butterfly emoji looks odd that's why, but here u goo 🦋 anon.
patience is virtue shigeta harua x reader
warnings: sub!harua, he whines a lot, i think the reader is pissed off at harua, reader fingers him, handjobs, hair pulling, pussy eating
Great, another assignment due at 11:59. And it was already 10:00 pm. Not to mention that you had to do your art project before the next morning, and study for your literature test. You were hastily typing away on your laptop, drinking black coffee to keep you awake. Suddenly, your phone rang.
It was your boyfriend. God, you did not have the energy to talk to him right now. He was whining about how you hadn't fucked him in so long, and barely even touched him when he was around. Your surprised he wasn't already under your arm crying about your neglect. Either way, you picked up your phone. "What's up?"
"Y/n~...can I come over? Please don't say you're too busy studying!" He spoke really fast, and by the sounds of it he was already walking. "Fine. I am studying right now, so don't distract me okay?" You demanded, Harua humming in agreement. "I hoped you said yes, because I'm already in the elevator." You immediately hung up, sighing. He was so clingy.
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You opened your door, your boyfriend flying into your arms. You sat down onto your chair, pulling out your textbook to study. Low and behold, Harua was sitting on your lap while you were studying. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. Out of nowhere, you heard him whimper and push down his hips.
"No. We're not doing this right now, baby. I need to focus." You immediately shut down his advances, making him whine. "I r-really need this. Can you please just touch me?" You ignored him, reading your textbook. He nibbled on your neck, you groaning in annoyance.
"Fine. You want to act like a slut then I'll treat you like one." You stood up, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. "Take your pants off rua. I'll give you what you want." He hurriedly removed his sweatpants and boxers, panting in excitement. You grabbed some lube off your bedstand, making his eyes go wide. "W-wait are we-"
"Shut up. You were begging me over text yesterday to finger you, and now when I do it you act all shocked." He whined, placing his heads behind his head. You put some lube on your index finger, slowly pushing into the tight muscle. "A-ah...Y-y/n that feels weird...," he whimpered, making you smile to yourself. "It's ok, you'll get used to it."
The slide became easier, speeding up your fingers as you played with his hole. His whines became moans, you using your spare hand to wrap around his cock and stroke him. He grabbed the bedsheets, moaning louder than before and slightly arching his back. "I-I'm gonna cum," he warned, you speeding up your hands. In time, he spilled over your hand and clenched around your fingers.
"W-woah. That was insanely good." He panted out, you ignoring him and cleaning off your hands. It was already 11, so you sat down at your desk and started to study again. He put his boxers back on, watching you read your textbook section and take footnotes.
"Hey, Y/n? Wanna watch a movie?" he suggested, you sighing again. "Maybe later. I have to keep working until midnight. You could help me with my art work?" Harua stood up from the bed, whining in annoyance. "Ugh, I don't wanna do school work! I just want to cuddle." "I told you I was studying."
You turned around in your chair, staring into Harua's soul. "Rua, i told you that I was gonna be studying. You always come over when I'm studying and complain when I don't touch you all day. It's always about what you want." Harua jutted his lip out, watching your eyebrows furrow. "Then how can I give you what you want?"
"Relaxation and quiet. And head." You finished, turning back around in your chair. "Well why didn't you just say so! I can eat you out if you'd let me." Harua crawled under your desk, pulling your panties off. You scooted to the edge of the chair, Harua licked your clit, hearing you hum in pleasure. Slowly licking circles and dipping his fingers inside of you. "I might as well return the favor." he joked, you giggling lightly and still focused on your work.
"Finally, all done with that. N-now Harua do you think I should I should use purple or yellow for the background?" You asked, Harua pulling away in annoyance. "You're seriously still doing that? Just focus on me!" He whined, attaching his lips to your clit again. You continued to work on the assignment digitally, sketching as you moaned in pleasure. "Fuck, rua. That feels so good." you moaned, looking down at your boyfriend's excited face.
Harua really got off on pleasuring you, slightly humping the edge of your chair while his tongue worked. You pulled his hair closer to you, mewling in pleasure as he sped his tongue up. "Y-yes! God Harua I'm gonna cum." You orgasmed on his tongue, slick dripping onto the bottom half of his face. You hadn't realized until Harua moaned as you were pulling his hair, that he had already came in his boxers. "Sensitive much?" You teased, Harua whimpering and pulling his boxers off. "Now relaxation and quiet."
Harua groaned loudly, standing up and taking a walk of shame to the bathroom to change,
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CHWHWN: 04. December - "finger massage"
Kacchan: what the fuck
Deku: What is it?
Kacchan: What is this supposed to be??
*image attached*
Deku: A massage. Of your fingers. By me.
Kacchan: YOU want to MASSAGE my FINGERS. are you nuts
that's creepy af don't you think
Deku: uhm
no
Otherwise I wouldn't have offered
Kacchan: How tf is this supposed to go?
Deku: I'll come to your room
bring some massage oil
i'll probably ask you if you want to sit or lie down
maybe also if you want to close your eyes
Could bring some music. My mediation playlist is quite nice
We wouldn't have to speak
I come, we do it, I leave
simple.
Kacchan: you're serious
Deku: Of course I am!
Kacchan: ... WHY would you even do that?
Deku: I saw you massaging your palms yesterday after our practice fight. With your thumb.
I had a hand massage once.
And it was amazing
But I get it, seems out of the blue.
Anyway, I'd be glad to show you how it feels like.
If you want.
Kacchan: You are no doubt the purest form of a comically unpleasant creature
Deku: You don't have to, Kacchan. Nobody is forcing you.
Kacchan: Nobody could make me do shit, asshole.
Be with me in 30m
Deku: 30? What else are you doing?
Kacchan: Taking a fucking shower, creep
Deku: סּ_סּ
its
itsjustyourhands
Kacchan: what
Deku: You don't have to shower your whole body for that!!!!
Kacchan: I TAKE A SHOWER CAUSE I WENT TO THE GYM U FUCKTARD
Deku: oh
ok. never mind then.
Kacchan: ✖
NEVER MIND THE FACT THAT KACCHAN WOULD BE THERE - FRESHLY SHOWERED - SMELLING LIKE HEAVEN AND SWEET DEATH SHOULD IZUKU MAKE THE SMALLEST MISTAKE.
NEVER MIND. NEVER MIND.
Izuku had never been so out of his MIND and at the same time he had never had so much on his MIND. He would touch him. They would sit opposite each other. Kacchan would watch him. He would hear him breathe. They would be silent. Izuku started to regret the offer. Everything would be better if he could just talk. But he had offered to be silent.
…
However, there would be less chance of him talking nonsense if he kept quiet.
But the tension. Izuku was still two floors down and yet the tension was almost killing him. What would it be like if they sat less than half a meter apart? Both on … the bed? Or Kacchan on the bed and him, because he wasn't allowed to touch the bed, in front of it? On the floor between Kacchan's thighs?
"Daaaamn," he cursed, slapped his hands painfully on his cheeks and jumped up from the bed.
"I'm screwed. I-" he looked at his cell phone. Should he ...give up? Should he just pull his neck out of the noose, abort the mission, go to sleep, and pretend he would not bite himself in the ass for the next 100 years if he let the chance to touch Kacchan's hands pass without the risk of being burned to ashes...?
There were barely 20 minutes left. His eyes darted to his bathroom. He could take a shower as well. Smell good, … make an impression. Not as the shitty nerd. But as Izuku, who could keep quiet, smelled clean and did good deeds. Maybe… if he could convince Kacchan just a tiny bit that he could make him feel good… maybe he could do more, like… but he couldn't finish the thought, his skin felt like it was melting off his face, good lord. And well, he was sweating.
18 minutes.
He would even manage to blow dry his hair in that time.
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Hidden Away - Chapter 5
pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader
summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.
warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+
word count: 2700+
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Chapter 5
Murphy was surprised by the fact that he was the only one sitting at his desk, working. You were always the first to arrive and he still hadn't seen you. You arrived three minutes before 8am.
“Good morning Steve.”, you started. "How are you?"
“I am surprised.”
“Why?”, you asked while sitting in your chair and taking what you needed out of your bag.
“Because you always arrive before me. And today you arrived just in time. Is everything ok?"
"Of course. Just something I had to sort out before I came. But I'm already here. You can already look at me while I work.”, you said while sticking your tongue out at him in a joking tone.
“And you haven’t seen Javi by any chance?”
“Me?”, you asked a little nervous. “Why should I have seen him?”
“Because you live right next door to him. You could have seen him leave the house.”
"Oh no. I didn't see him.”
“Well, at least for him it’s normal to be late.”
“Exactly, he must have overslept. By the way he ate yesterday he’ll never wake up again.”
"By the way, didn't you find him strange last night?"
“Strange how?”
“It looked like he wasn't expecting us. Are you sure he invited us to his house for dinner? He never had. He didn't even have the table ready."
"Don't worry, there was an invitation."
“Okay, there was an invitation.”, Steve continued leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “And how many people did that invitation include?”
“That issue was not discussed. But I also wasn't told that I couldn't bring some friends. Where there’s food for two, there’s food for three, or even four.”
He disengaged from the chair and pulled it closer to your desk, speaking more softly. "Are you serious? Was he just waiting for you?”
"Apparently."
“And you got us into the middle of your mess?”
“What mess? He didn't say I had to go alone. And I'm glad I didn't or I'd starve. As you said just now, there was no food.”
“Of course there was no food. Do you think Javi invites someone over to his house to eat?”
“The invitation was for dinner. Without food, you can't have dinner.”
“And you still think that for him the word “dinner” means “dinner”? When you accepted his invitation, he was thinking about something else.”
“And you think I don't know that? It was so nice to see the look on his face when he saw you by my side at his door. I don't know how I managed to hold back my laughter. It was a work of art.”
"I can't believe you did that to him."
"Why? Because I’m a woman? Because normally he snaps his fingers and they all go after him wagging their tails?”
“Yes, that's what he's used to.”
“Well. That’s his problem.”
“What do you have against him?”
"Nothing. Why are you saying that?"
“Why are you always attacking him, since the day you got here?”
“I don't attack him. They are little jokes. We are all adults, I thought he could handle a few jokes.”
“He can, but don't abuse it. Look, we all have to work together, we have to be able to trust each other.”
"No problem. I've always had these kinds of relationships with my partners and we've always gotten along.”
“Yes, but he is not like all other men.”
“Are you talking about me?”, Peña asked when he reached your side. Murphy jumped at his voice and straightened up in his chair, returning to his seat. “Yes, I was saying you were late.”
“And it seemed like something out of the ordinary? I'm always late.”
“That's what I told him.”, you said.
“I believe it.”, he finished. He finally looked at you and noticed that you had already unbuttoned one of the buttons on your shirt again, the sweat running down your neck in the heat of the place, sweat that clung to the white of the garment and made it a little transparent, letting him see the color of your bra, the same bra he had seen a few hours earlier, so close to his face, his hands when he ran them down your cleavage, when he felt hard under your weight. He looked away before he had to take another shower. He reached for his shirt pocket and took out a pack, taking a cigarette and lighting it, already with it stuck between his lips. “Any news on our friend?”
“No, just a few calls from people with tips as to his whereabouts but apparently they were all false,” Steve said.
“More people paid by him to waste our time.”, and saying that Javi saw one of the secretaries passing behind him towards the bathroom, smiling at him shyly. He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared around the corner of the room, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and got up. “I’ll be right back.” And went to the bathroom behind her.
“Where is he going? He just arrived.”, you asked looking at his back as he walked away.
“Don't worry, he'll be back soon. In the bathroom there are no foreplays.”
"What?"
“Didn't you notice he went after the secretary? He will be here in no time.”
You didn't know why and you were afraid to know, but hearing Murphy say that dropped like a bomb, like your heart was beating in the wrong place, in your stomach instead of the left side of your chest. You imagined his eyes looking at another woman with desire, the same desire he felt for you not long ago. But with her Javi could satisfy that desire. With you it was nothing more than a challenge, a challenge that you won, that you managed to overcome. Did I win? Doubt began to rise in you, reminding you of his naked chest, his skin on your lips, on your fingers, his smell, his penetrating and excited gaze.
Peña arrived at the bathroom door even before it closed and went in after the girl. She was waiting for him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
"You know."
“I was thinking you would never come. Every day I pass by you waiting for you to follow me.”
“Well, today is your lucky day.” And he lunged at her, swallowing her tongue as he pushed her into one of the cubicles and closed the door. When he pulled away from her to lift her skirt that reached just above her knees, she managed to speak. “My name is Clara.”, she replied as she felt her panties being ripped off. Javi got up again and, unfastening his pants and taking his already hard and throbbing cock out he said "I don't care." He raised one of her legs with a hand and she grabbed herself to him while Javi began to penetrate her without ceremony or care. He just wanted to satisfy his urge to fuck someone, to feel himself coming inside someone. He started his rhythmic movement looking at her but then your face came to his mind, your flushed cheeks, your green eyes looking into his. He averted her face till he came as he looked at the wall behind Clara. She moaned and called him by his name but he only heard his body hitting hers, waiting to come, after hearing Clara holding back her deepest moan as she reached her orgasm. In the end she let her head fall on Javier's shoulder to try to compose herself but he pulled away and started to tighten his pants again.
“Are you leaving already ?” Clara asked.
“Isn't this what you wanted?”
“Yes, but not like this.”
"What a shame. At least now you can tell your colleagues outside that you were with me.” He opened the cubicle door and walked out of the bathroom towards his desk, only to find Steven there.
“Where's Y/N?” Javi asked.
“She went to the cafeteria for a drink.”
“But her stuff isn’t here.”
“She took her files with her. I think she's going to be working there for a while.”
"Why? Don't tell me she couldn't handle this much testosterone around her."
"Don´t you know? For someone who has all the women behind him, you don't understand anything about them.”
“What do you mean by that?”
"Seriously?". Javi just shook his head. “Nothing, I don't mean anything. Let's get to work before Messina sees us here doing nothing.”
At lunchtime Peña went to the cafeteria and found you, with a tray in front of you and your papers resting on the chair beside the one you were sitting on. He went to get his food and came to your table.
“Can I sit down?”
“If I say no, will you go elsewhere? You are so used to doing what you want.”
“Not always.”, he said as he put down his food and sat in front of you. "Even this morning I didn’t do everything I wanted to do."
"No? Clara didn't let you fuck her?”, you asked with a crooked smile.
He was taken aback by the question but continued. “I wasn't talking about that.”
“Yes, you were. When I went to your house this morning you thought you were going to fuck me. But it wasn't because it was me, it was just because I have a pussy between my legs. You didn't fuck me so you went to get someone else."
“It was your fault. You made me believe that you wanted me.”
“Wanted you? The only thing I wanted was to make you eat your words from yesterday. And I did.”
“Well, you must be very proud. But let me ask you one question.”
"You can ask two."
“You did whatever you wanted to do with me but you never kissed me. Why? Were you afraid of liking the taste of my lips?”
“No, I just didn't want you to taste mine. You don't deserve to taste them. Lips that go through everyone else’s mouth don’t touch mine.”
“That's what we're going to see.”
"Try and you'll have a bigger hole between your legs than mine."
You got up and, without having finishing your food, you went to put away your tray and went out the door.
“Nooooooo.” You got up quickly in your bed and looked around you, unable to see anything. You reached over to the bedside table and turned on the small lamp that was there and raised your hands to your closed eyes, trying to wipe away the tears deposited in them. Your body was shaking, drenched in your sweat. You turned over in bed and put your feet on the floor with both hands resting on the mattress. The nightmares were getting worse. You slept less and less every night and the consequences of the lack of sleep began to show more and more in your face and in your posture throughout the day, tired, heavy, defeated. You went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and opened the tap to fill it, drinking it all in one gulp. You sat down on the couch until you managed to control your body and you took the book, always resting on top of the table, to read it knowing damn well that you would not be able to fall asleep again. It was getting hotter and hotter in your house. You got up and went to open the living room window, even knowing the danger of a stray bullet. But come one, if there is one, it won't be the glass that will prevent it from entering., you thought as you took advantage of the little air that entered through the open window into your apartment. You went back to the couch and there you finished your book before the sun started to appear in the sky.
Peña woke up to a scream. Would it be close, would it be far? The daze of sleep had not allowed him to notice. Then he remembered the other night when he had heard you screaming in your apartment right next to his. Was it her again? Something was going on.
The next day Javier arrived at work before everyone else and went looking for your file to try to understand what was going on with you. He opened it and began to read it, from your full name, something he didn't know, to the operations you had participated in and, in the end, led while you were still in New York. All the injuries you had mentioned before were described there, explained in detail and he couldn't believe that after everything that had already happened to you, you still hadn't given up on that fight. You always said that you slept badly, using the Colombian heat as an excuse, but now he realized why you had so many problems falling asleep, or staying asleep. And finally, his gaze reached the operation in which you were stabbed. He remembered you mentioning a stab wound to the stomach but he had never thought about it. And now he had your account of what happened before him. “After chasing the drug dealer, Carlos Silva, to an abandoned building, I called reinforcements telling them where he was and that I would continue the pursuit. Gun in hand, I forced my way in through the half-open door and went from door to door looking for him. When I got to the end of the corridor, I turned to the right and he appeared in front of me, suddenly punching me and throwing me to the ground, causing my gun to jump out of my hand and causing me to hit my head on the cement, becoming unconscious. Next thing I knew my vest was on the floor, my shirt was up and he was on top of me starting to unfasten my pants. I struggled under him but he landed a punch that stunned me again. I stuck my thumbs in his eyes to try to push him away but he, although screaming in pain, grabbed the knife that was at his side and stabbed me in the left side of my stomach. I stopped struggling with the pain and he continued to run it down to my navel. My screams must have alerted the team as they started to enter the building and headed towards us. When Carlos got distracted by the sound of my colleagues' feet hitting the floor, despite the pain, I managed to reach for the gun I had dropped and shot him in the chest. Tom and Robert arrived soon after and joined us, trying to stop my bleeding and checking the dealer's pulse, but he was already dead. From there they called an ambulance and I was taken to the hospital where I stayed for 5 days.”
The report continued, talking about her recovery and the lawsuit that was raised by the death of Carlos Silva, although this was just a blindfold as nobody wanted to know if or why another drug dealer had been killed. Javier remembered your cold face and realized that it wasn't just coldness that filled it, but also sadness. He understood the changes in your expression, trying to hide everything you had been through and understood why you were always messing with him. Jokes, she says. Ways to forget what won't let go of her at night when she's alone. A mask to hide the pain that fills her every day. A way for her not to feel so alone. Javi realized you were coming and quickly closed the file and hid it inside his drawer.
“What are you hiding? Already seeing porn magazines at this time in the morning?”
"Today you didn't come to my house so I have to see other women naked."
“Ahah, what a joke. Just because you've seen me in a bra it doesn't mean you've seen me naked. You get satisfied with very little.”
“It’s enough for now. But it won’t be for much longer."
“The day you can’t hold it anymore, you can pay someone to undress in front of you.”
“I do that often. But I won't have your green eyes looking at me while they do it.”
"Green eyes?"
“Did you think I hadn't noticed? Darker inside, lighter in the sun, always shinning even it you have no reason for them to be so bright.”
"What do you mean by that?"
“That I notice you more than you think.”
“Well, if you want green eyes looking at you while they are undressing, buy them contact lenses.”
“I prefer the natural ones.”, and turned forward putting another cigarette on his lips and starting to work.
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tired ㅡ h.js
summary! in which actions have consequences.
request! "Hi, so I wanted to request a Han Jisung x ftm reader, where reader is a member of stray kids. He gets a lot of hate from "fans" (but nonetheless he always pretends that everything is OK and always smiles) and because of that he constantly overbinds. So one day after a concert he faints because of that" ㅡ @shirodleapier
warnings! overbinding, fainting (pleasr don't do either of these if you can help it), kind of angsty but towards the end its pretty much all fluff omg kicking my feet as i was writing this tbh, can be romantic or platonic,, i tried to write it where it could be read as both but idk
reblogs are appreciated! enjoy :)
you definitely expected this to happen. there was no way you didn't, right? i mean, one second, you're bowing and bidding your fans goodnight with your group members, and the next second you're laying down, while jisung is the first one you see, while everyone else is crowded around you backstage.
it's closing night, and you're feeling tired. your ribs are in serious pain, but all you care about is making your fans happy. it's the end of the night, and you're taking the last bow of the concert. you walk around stage, waving to fans, and posing for pictures. you even took someone's phone and took a picture with chan, grinning, before handing it back, laughing at the fan's reaction.
you get called to finally leave, and you being you, you decide to go down second to last, making sure chan is behind you. you blow kisses, and give hearts, before walking all the way down, and chatting with your group members for a little while, packing up to go.
suddenly, everything went dark. it felt almost surreal, like it didn't just happen. for jisung, it was scary. none of the group members knew what exactly had happened, until chan had caught you before you fell on the floor, luckily. chan was the closest to you when it happened, and just so happened to notice it when you first stumbled.
your vision had gone blurry, as you faded in and out of consciousness, your brows furrowed in confusion. you could hear that the members had been trying to talk to you, but you couldn't make out what they had been saying. you just knew your head was pounding, your chest burned with every breath you took, and your legs were sore. it felt as if you had woken up after an immense work out, except it was usually never this quiet.
heaving, you furrowed your brows and tried to get back up, only to have jisung shake his head, gently pushing you back down onto the couch. you hadn't even noticed who was holding your hand, but you squeezed gently, a weak attempt to reassure whoever it was that you were alright.
jisung's mind was all over the place. he was definitely not thinking about what could've caused you to collapse, no, he was just hoping you were gonna be okay. the medics made their way to you after what felt like forever, and chan had to pull jisung away for him to actually let go of your hand.
it was a day later that you had woken up. your brows furrowed as you opened your eyes slowly, white light fading in and out. you groaned, catching the attention of a certain quokka featured member who had been by your side the whole time. he perked up a bit, unsure if you were conscious, before sighing in relief.
"you scared me, you know! i was so worried about you, chan hyung had to pull me away!" jisung scolded, his eyes slightly red, probably from crying.
"sorry, sungie." you rasped in apology, your throat dry as you gripped his hand gently. you and he both knew he couldn't stay mad at you for long, and he sniffled, making a mad face at you.
"seriously, we were all worried about you! what happened?" jisung asked, still holding your hand, his brows furrowed softly. you shrugged, taking a cup of water from the bedside table and drinking it.
"nothing, i must've forgot to eat yesterday, i guess." you replied, and opened your mouth once more, before jisung interrupted you.
"yah, don't lie to me, hyung. we ate together yesterday. the doctor said you passed out from lack of oxygen and your ribs are bruised. are you overbinding again?" jisung frowned, upset. you bit your lip and looked away guiltily, saying nothing.
"hyung, i'm here for you if you need to talk. we're all here for you." jisung reminded, his thumb running over your knuckles gently, and your eyes watered slightly.
"i know." you nodded, trying to blink the tears away, your voice cracking a bit.
jisung said nothing, but you knew he understood. the fans didn't know yet, and you're sure they would never know. in your mind, they would never understand if they found out. jisung knew that maybe not all of the fans would understand, but if they're really true stays, they would accept you anyways.
"no matter what i think, they always linger in my mind. they won't go away, even if i try to read only good comments or look at only good contents from the fans, they're always in my mind, and i don't know how to not think about them." jisung listened intently, nodding, as he frowned, holding your hand close in between his own hands.
"hyung.. ah, i'm not good at this kind of thing," he laughed, his own eyes watering, feeling a bit useless in this kind of situation. "channie hyung is really good at this, but you just have to let the comments go. the little things matter, yeah, but if it affects you this much that you overbind, then you can't let them affect you so much. you have to at least try to let them go."
"even sometimes i can't let some of the insults go, there's a couple that really stick to me like they're glued, but i try to only focus on the good ones, because those are the ones that matter." jisung told you, his thumb running over your knuckles gently.
the next day, you were finally released, and were thankful that for once, the paparazzi weren't about to horde you with questions and take pictures. you kept thinking about jisung's words. could you really just let it go? after these couple years, could you really let go of the words that affected you more than anything else?
you could try. afterall, jisung was right, and after a thorough scolding by chan and your manager, you decided to try and open up more, and not let certain things affect you too much. you continued with the tour per usual, with the occasional checking-in from jisung and hyunjin, but you were halfway done, and now flying to australia.
"hey my baby~" you heard jisung, and turned your head, having to look up at him from your seat. you grinned, and greeted him back.
"hi, ji. sitting with me for this flight?" you smiled, and jisung swore he was going to faint, but played it off, nodding.
"of course! don't tell hyunjin hyung, but you're my favorite." jisung replied smoothly, and you laughed softly.
"don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
to jisung, everything felt normal again, save for being able to hear his heart beating in his ears. to you, you felt like your heart was going to explode too. little did you both know, you felt the same way about eachother, and that you never wanted to be apart.
ON GOD I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS WHICH IS WHY ITS SO LONG BUT OMF THANK YOU FOR READING
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Ok, you don't have to post this if you feel like it's too much, but I just needed to get this rant out about Robert Manion (not censoring so people who have it filtered can avoid it).
When I joined the fandom in 2019 ne was basically the fandom's darling, every fifth post in the tag was about him or his characters and it was hard to find a tgwdlm song ranking that didn't have SSN in the top 3. I wasn't a huge fan of him, mostly because I'm ace and didn't find him attractive, but I'm not going to lie and pretend like I always hated him. I thought he seemed like a nice enough guy, as did most other people in the fandom. I didn't have twitter at the time, so I didn't see any of the stuff he did there, but I did hear some of it on here which made me not like him as much, but for the most part I ignored it.
It's his actions around the sexual harassment incident that still makes my blood boil when I think about it. To me his apology post came off less as a sincere apology from someone who recognised how shitty he was and more like he was trying to make himself seem like such a good person for acknowledging that he was wrong. It came at such a shitty time for fans too, since everyone who clicked on his insta stories would have been expecting something about NMT 2 but instead got hit with something so heavy and potentially triggering. It was probably the worst day I've ever had in the fandom, as the fallout was intense and the few days before SK officially addressed the issue were actually stressful.
I know we don't know everything that happened behind the scenes, nor are we entitled to, but it definitely seems like Rob did not take being kicked out of Starkid permanently after NMT2 well. He had a whole year between his post and when he went on Tik Tok live to talk about his side of the story, but chose to do it only during the duration of the Starkid Returns kickstarter, when it became clear he wasn't going to be invited back. I know he made some pretty serious claims against SK, and I wouldn't normally dismiss something like that, but the fact that he also tried to play off his harassment as a joke that others made into a bigger deal than it was makes me so mad. Also, some of the stuff he said, like claiming that Dylan gets too many solos and calling them cringey for being in their 30s and still singing some of their older songs, just came off as pure pettiness and spite, and like he wanted to discourage the few fans he still had from giving to the campaign, especially since he stopped when it ended.
Honestly there isn't really a big point to this, I just felt like I needed to get my frustration off my chest. I was watching tgwdlm with friends yesterday and it was so hard for me to get through SSN remembering all of this. I just hope that he stays gone and doesn't try to pull anymore shit during the next kickstarter. Also, I hope all the fans who were seriously hurt by what happened are doing better now.
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Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth
Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus fanfic. This fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.
Chapter 5: Hyun’s Origin
Hyun PoV
After we are done talking to Ceres about the quest to stop Discordia and Bellona Greek forms, we walk to New Rome. AHH, the place a child soldier can retire from constantly fighting the god’s war. It is truly a shame that we literally fight two wars for the gods, and we don’t even get a reward for it. I guess you will have to be Percy Jackson and Jason Grace to get the gods to care.
"I never thought I would have to fight gods in my first quest," Chika says in a low voice while she looks down on the ground. Reyna gave a reassuring pat on Chika's shoulders and Chika put on a huge smile and blushed like crazy. This girl is such a simp for Reyna, and it is funny to watch.
“Do not worry Chika, you will get used to fighting mightier enemies. After all, I fought the Titans when I was just 13 years old. Besides Hyun and I will help you defeat them.” Reyna says reassuring while she continues to pat Chika and has a small smile. Ok, Reyna is never that touchy with others or even that smiley, I guess Reyna is fed up with being a soldier queen and just wants to be a normal girl. Well, Reyna deserves it, the girl needs to release that pent-up tension somehow, I remember the days when she was a simp for Jason Grace, now she's acting like this with a Greek no less.
“You know guys I think Eris and Enyo will be a walk in the park. Reyna, are you ok to fight your mother, I know it’s her Greek form and all of that?” I asked in concern.
"I will do what I must to protect Camp Jupiter, even if it means fighting my mother," Reyna says in an assertive tone while she looks down at the ground for a bit and then looks up in determination. I imagine it will be very hard for Reyna to fight her mother, but it is a good thing that she has a lot of resolve.
While we were walking around New Rome, we saw many children practicing their sword skills by slicing up the dummy. I pray for the day when we demigods don’t have to fight for our survival anymore. I also saw an elderly couple having Italian cuisine at a small table, and many teenagers getting a lot of candy and shirts from the gift shops. Fauns just lying in the grass and smoking cigarettes, Ugh Why can't we get satyrs instead, these fauns are just too dang lazy and have never done anything. The weather is a bit mild but not enough to ruin my makeup or make me sweat like a pig.
"Thank you, guys, for helping me on this quest, We will be alive by then," Chika says in a stutter between each word, Poor girl is nervous.
"Don't worry cheerleader because you have me on your team. Eris and Enyo will have no clue about how to deal with the most dangerous demigods." I chuckle as a mad woman.
"We shouldn't underestimate them just because they are minor deities, they help Mars wage war for millennia." Reyna looks at me like I'm some insane little child. Reyna needs to buy a sense of humor; she is the most serious teenager I have ever met.
“Ehh, we have two months to prepare, and we got a bunch of their myths. So we will be fine.” I say in a confident tone while Chika and Reyna stare at me, wondering why I’m so confident. Chika was quiet and anxious the whole time while we walked on the boardwalk of New Rome. Chika is truly lucky that she hasn't dealt with the demigod for long and she gets to have an active godly mother and an alive father. Truth be told, I'm very envious of her. My father died from cancer when I was just 10, and I still remember it yesterday.
Flashback (6 years ago)
I can't wait to show Daddy that I passed so many of those tests, maybe we will have a cool painting. I skipped to my house in New Rome, it was much nicer than the apartment we had back in Chicago. As I got into the house, I ran up to Daddy's room. I hear my daddy violently coughing blood and Mrs. Sinclair looking on to my dad with tears in her eyes. Daddy has a bald head, and he wears a worn-down expression, he doesn't move in his bed that much. And just lays there. Her son Ben was looking at my dad with empathy and he was crying for him. I saw Ben look at me with tears coming out of his eyes.
“Will my daddy be alive, Miss Sinclair," I say in a low voice, this can’t be happening, my daddy was supposed to beat this cancer. It’s not fair, my daddy didn’t do anything wrong to deserve this fate. I was about to tear up, but then Daddy patted my head and held me close. This is it; my daddy will go to Hades and I’m not ready to let him go.
"This is it, my moon. I'm about to leave this world, I have saved up a lot of money and you should be covered up to go to a university. Please take my will and make sure you have a happier life in New Rome. I'm sorry I failed you as a father."
“You didn't fail me at all, we watched many Disney movies together and we painted this whole house by ourselves. I remember you pretended to be the knight and I'm your princess. I will be fine at New Rome, but I'm not ready to let you go." I sobbed through my tears while everybody else looked on in sympathy. My daddy's coughs were getting so much worse, and he was breathing very rapidly. Miss Sinclair sets him back down on the bed and gives him the medicine. He drinks the medicine, and his coughs are getting a bit better.
"All this medicine does is ease your coughs, but you will die a painless death. Forgive me, Sir, I’m sorry I didn’t do much to save your life.”
"You give me more years to spend on my daughter, promise me to help my daughter whenever she asks.” My father says as he begins to close his eyes.
"I will look after Hyun no matter what and I make sure she and Ben will go to New Rome University together." Miss Sinclair holds my father's hand in a soft caress. I hugged my daddy tightly and Ben was holding me closely while I sobbed in my dying dad's chest.
"Thank you, Emma, now Hyun promised me that you will be a good girl and won't cause Miss Sinclair wrinkles. This is it, this is goodbye, I’m proud of my daughter. You will do great things in the future. Promise me you will go to New Rome University."
“I promise to go to college, and I promise to not cause Miss Sinclair problems." I sobbed like crazy, and Ben held me to his chest. I hear Father gives out his last breath and closes his eyes. He closed his eyes to spare me from looking at him and make it look like he had gone to sleep. I prayed to Letum to be a compassionate guide for my dad in the underworld and I put a drachma on my father's chest. I sobbed the whole day while Miss Sinclair and Ben held on to me.
Flashback Ends
Why do I have to think of that memory right now? Reyna leads Chika and me to the practice area.
"Now Chika, are you prepared to lose again to me." I give a wink and a mischievous smirk.
“I’m ready to beat you in our spar.” Chika took on a karate stense, I lounged at her, and I did round house kick to her his. Chika blocked the roundhouse kick and did a single-leg takedown. Great now she is a wrestler, but I can get out of this. I tried to move my hips while she was pinning me down, but she what I was doing and moved to do a side cradle. While she has me in a side cradle, she wraps her hands around my head and moves our body to the ground while she puts me in the D’arce choke. I tapped quickly because I knew that I lost, I may have underestimated her. She will be fine in the quest, thank the gods that she is not useless.
"Ok, I yield Chika. I guess it is 1-1 now, I admit I have underestimated you. Hey Reyna why do you need to do more hand-to-hand combat drills?” I ask.
“Because we are fighting a war goddess and so far what you guys demonstrated is not enough to beat her. We will work more on these drills and also we need to work on our powers.”
"I trust your judgement Reyna because I'm not sure if my plant abilities will be enough to defeat the two goddesses." Chika looks on to Reyna like she wants to please her master, oh boy these two might be gay for each other. The good thing about being a legacy of Venus is that I have excellent gaydar.
“We should also work on using our weapons and practice our powers. I can bring my spellbook and my magic should be very useful for the quest.” I say as I break up their moment.
"Excellent point Hyun, We will need your spells as well for the quest." Reyna looked startled, how unusual it was to see Reyna in her little world. We spent the whole day doing weapon drills, practicing hand-to-hand combat drills, and working on our powers. Chika and Reyna watched me hit the targets with my arrows while they sat on the grass like a couple. These two are hopeless and I must be the one to set them up. I will need good luck to deal with the hopeless romantics in the quest.
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Hey Sky! Why do you think the timeline has been so muted about Jimin and JK’s adventures in CT and NY? I thought everyone would be giddy like I was but aside from one or two posts it’s been quite quiet. And what do you think they were doing?
Missed you on here, hope you’ve been well. 😊
Hi,
I missed you too random anon of the jikook lands!
I've been ok. Just having an an existential crisis over the stuff that has happened to Jimin's album, payola, and all the fuckery that is going on. It's a hard time for real Jimin fans. Everyone else that says there is nothing wrong has serious issues.
And I'm over here marinating in anger but knowing jikook is doing ok is nice!
I think it's important to be able to make that distinction, you know? We need to see them as individuals and artists first and be mad about all the stuff that's happened to Jimin and we can point out that Jk has gotten a muuuuch better treatment, but we can still note that jikook is fine.
Just because it seems like it doesn't matter to them, it doesn't mean that things don't have to matter to us. We are fans, not jikook.
And along with my anger feels, I'm happy that jikook were together in the US.
I was thinking yesterday that it would have been nicer for the people that saw them to keep things hush hush. I rather not have jikook sightings because they are not an act to watch. I want them to be happy and safe.
But since we got sightings...a droplets of tea...
OMFG!
Let's start with the obvious (please correct me if i'm wrong. i suck at time stuff but tried so hard to make sure this was correct.)
When Jimin left Korea, the time on his watch was set to NYC time...
Eeeeeesnjdnthey were together in quaint little coastal towns in the East Coast of the US.
Yeah yeah working. And yes, Jimin did have something to do in NYC. But it was something that didn't take long to do. That's what I heard at least.
So jikook was filming something. I honestly have no clue what it could be. Minggukie youtube channel? Jk's travel vlog? GcfConneticut???
I'm hoping for a YouTube channel. That would be fun lol a gcf needs a better camera than a gopro.
They were together!!!
And eye witnesses say they were out and about:
First, they were spotted in NYC:
They looked happy walking down the street lol and then they had dinner at this pretty restaurant.
Then in small towns in Connecticut:
I mean...Jimim did say he is a big eater.
And we got a tiny video of the dancing on a yatch. I'm sure everyone has seen all these things :)
In summary:
And there are more sightings but shhhh!
I don't know if people talked about things or not lol I've been living in twitter land lately. I feel like it's more accurate about the current music situation at the moment.
But yeah, anon! That's a nice summary of last weekend's jikookery.
Thank you for stopping by!
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About report accounts, I noticed that as soon as a tkkr account features on pjm report all other tkkrs start following them. Their followers only increase after that. Tkkrs really be moving like a cult in Twitter. So much toxicity over a kpop ship. It's very stupid really.
This is one reason why report accounts can defeat their purpose, especially when they're used in more malicious ways, than for a good thing.
I want to expand a bit more about this topic in general because it got me thinking yesterday. I had a talk with a dear friend of mine, who is not part of any fandom, doesn't really understand stan culture, but we know each other for ages and we've both been basically fan girls of bands when we were in high school. And I ended up talking about the damages of stan culture on the internet and what I see in this fandom, specifically about the way death threats and how other fans need to do the reporting and how ultimately and realistically, nothing happens. And I was surprised at how shocked she was because she said, how is it possible for someone, including a public person, to receive multiple death threats and that still continues to happen? How is this not seen as a really serious situation in which someone with authority can do something about it? And I basically said that a lot of the times, these are frustrated girls who only do it for show, they are not actually aware of how bad it sounds and how it became a weaponized word in fandom spaces, just as swearing at another person. And my explanation wasn't enough for my friend, and as she put it "how can so called fans who are not actually fans came make a death threat with no repercussion? John Lennon was shot by a fan in front of his home. That's the reality and a consequence of obsessed people". And I realized that, as much as I think this is such an awful behavior and an incredibly serious issue, I also became "desentisized" in a way because I see almost weekly report accounts, a lot of the times focused on one person in BTS who statistically, gets the most DT, and because it happens that often, it's somehow the "usual", "nothing new under the sun" "to be expected from haters and shippers and you name it. When it shouldn't be. It fucking shouldn't be. In what reality is this ok? In what actual reality these things can happen on a daily basis, in a fandom in which it's ignored by so many people because it's part of shipping issues or whatever else excuse they can find. We are slowly losing our humanity, compassion and being able to truly realize how fucked up everything is. Just because we're used to seeing it, it doesn't mean it's not just as bad. And I don't think that actual serious report accounts can deal with this. Or the fans sending emails to BH. Because one post is deleted, another account is closed and then they pop out again and again. When in fact it's an issue that first of all, should be resolved from the inside. Weverse should be a platform made in such ways that can have an algorithm that automatically identifies such messages and the users banned forever. Twitter, the same, although we all know that due to freedom of speech seen as without consequences at first, anyone can make malicious and violent threats and only then, through countless reporting, the account can be banned.
And I want to circle back a bit to our attitudine, the fandom's attitude. Because I thought of Hannah Arendt's concept of the banality of evil. In which not everyone is evil, but people can be clueless, ignorant and do evil things. I believe that all these awful people who send DT, who fantasize about sexual violence towards the members, are not some amoral masterminds. No, they just do it, as if it's something so banal. And the rest of this fandom has its own part in perpetuating this behavior because they are part of it. Because they will never be able to admit their collective guilt at allowing this current climate to "flourish". We think in individualistic terms and we're not capable of putting the foot down because it would mean we are recognizing that we're part of the problem. Because acting ignorant and saying that we're not like the others doesn't absolve us. It just makes us accomplices.
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Hey, babe...I know you just did a request for me, but I got anon hate yesterday and am still feeling down about it. I was wondering if you could write something for me? You don't have to. I know I still have yet to post your request, and it's about halfway done, so I will understand if you want to wait until I've posted yours.
I was thinking either Bucky or Sebastian finding out that the Reader has a crush on him. Like maybe her and Steve or Chris are talking about it because he's the only one who knows and Bucky or Sebastian overhears them? Then the reader gets scared of him rejecting her and runs away to her room but Bucky or Sebastian comforts her and says he feels the same way and then maybe he gives her some sweet kisses to prove it?
Where My Heart Lies- Bucky Barnes xreader fan fic request
Summary: reader & Steve are talking about Bucky and how reader really feels about him but is too scared to tell him in fear of being rejected and Bucky overhears them talking and Bucky goes to talk to reader to tell them how he truly feels
Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of anxiety and fear of rejection, a lot of romantic fluff and soft Bucky, let me know if I miss anything
(Y/N’s POV)
Steve and I were at the avengers tower on a day off talking and I was telling him about how I felt about Bucky and Steve knew we flirted all the time but I never told him yet. Steve said “Y/N doll come on I’m telling you he feels the same way I promise just go and talk to him.” I got anxious and overthinking Bucky would only see me as friend and I shook my head and said “Steve no I’m pretty sure he sees me as sister or something I don’t wanna get my hopes up here.” Steve looked at me rolling his eyes and said “If you don’t say anything I can tell him.” He gave me that evil smirk and I said “no Rogers absolutely not don’t you dare!”
A little while later the topic of conversation changed and we ended up playing cards and Steve took his turn and said “you know how many times Bucky has mentioned you? he keeps talking about how beautiful you are and how he can’t stop thinking about you it’s cute doll.” I blushed and said wait really?” Steve smiled at how happy I seemed and put his hand on mine and said “yea I’m serious I don’t lie to you he likes you I promise you just tell him.”
(Bucky’s POV)
I walked by Y/N’s room and I overheard her and Steve talking and I opened the door slightly more to listen in and the way Y/N talked about me made me smile. At one point I heard Y/N say “hey Steve I’ll be back I’m gonna go talk to Bucky-“ Y/N opened the door and realized I was listening to their conversation and her face was red of embarrassment and she ran over to the bathroom and shut the door.
I knocked on the bathroom door a few times and said “Y/N hey open the door please doll, I wanna know that you’re ok come on please? I wanna talk to you .” There was no answer but I heard her crying and I got really worried that she thought I was mad at her so I got the door open and kneeled down by her softly and said “hey there you are pretty girl, aww hey why you crying?”
Y/N wiped her face and said “you probably don’t like me right?..” I looked at her worried and said “doll what makes you say that?” She shrugged and said “when I saw you at the doorway of my room you didn’t say much.” Then I understood and I said “oh hey I was just caught by surprise I didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation I’m sorry Y/N, here can we move to the living room where we can sit on the couch and talk hmm?” Y/N nodded slowly and I helped her up and walked with her to the couch and I helped her sit on my lap and I said “ahhh that’s better.”
(Y/N’s POV)
I was a bit overwhelmed about sitting on Bucky’s lap and my anxiety was high & Bucky rubbed my back and had me in a hug for a bit to calm me down. After a bit he got me out of the hug and said “Y/N, did you really mean it when you said you liked me?” I blushed and nervously said “yea, I really like you Bucky, have for a while honestly I was just too scared to tell you.” Bucky carefully moved some strands of hair away from my face and smiled at me saying “I’m glad I know now because I really like you too sweetheart I’m just really shy and not great at relationship stuff but I mean it I love you Y/N.”
Bucky and I stared at each other for a minute while he had his hand on my cheek and then he leaned in and kissed me. I melted into the kiss and smiled and Bucky said “I love you so much Y/N you are where my heart lies, home is where you are, I don’t wanna be without you.” I smiled finally feeling so happy and said “my heart lies with you too Bucky I love you.”
Hey darling ♥️♥️♥️ here ya go I hope you’re ok, don’t take what anon hates say to heart ok?? Your writing is amazing!!! Hope you enjoy this Bucky fic 🫶🏻😊
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Carving pumpkins or making cookies for the Halloween prompt!
Thanks for the inspo, Katel! I hope you enjoy!
I know it didn't follow it exactly but this was the best I could do.
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"I don't carve pumpkins."
"What?"
"I haven't carved a pumpkin since I was 6."
"If you think I'm gonna let you off the hook for that, you're wrong. We're doing some pumpkin carving tonight and you cannot change that fact."
Lance had pulled into their surprise date location which happened to be a pumpkin patch. Keith was serious about not carving a pumpkin since he was 6. The day after his 6th birthday, his dad decided that Keith was going to learn how to carve pumpkins. Sadly, Keith's subsequent homes didn't allow pumpkin carving. Shiro was never really into carving pumpkins and the Garrison didn't let kids carve pumpkins anyway.
It was despicable, heinous, inexcusable (if you ask Lance). He was appalled to hear the information that Keith hadn't carved a pumpkin in years. Now it would be his mission to get Keith to carve a pumpkin with him.
"I'm gonna suck at it though."
"Like I said, we're carving pumpkins tonight."
"Ok but while we're here, we're getting snacks."
"First of all, I never said that we aren't getting snacks. And second of all, the kettle corn here is really good."
Lance pointed to a quaint little stand that Keith now realized was the source of the caramel scent wafting through the air. Keith grabbed Lance's hand and walked with him over to the stalls. Lance is the one who talked to the man at the little stand while Keith stood there awkwardly, holding his hand.
"Lance! I haven't seen you in a while! Where's your family?"
"Riley! Hey! I'm only here with my boyfriend this year."
"You have a boyfriend? It feels like it was just yesterday that you and Rachel were babies. Time really does speed up when you're older."
"Yeah, it's been a while."
"So this is the boyfriend?"
Riley vaguely gestured to Keith. The old man looked kind but Keith still felt out of place. He doesn't know old people who've watched him grow up. If he does, then they aren't the type to be warm and inviting.
"Yeah, this is Keith."
Lance shuffled a little to be closer to Keith, not letting go of his hand as he did so. He looked like a proud child who just got on honor's roll. His smile could be classified as a small star with how warm it made Keith feel. Keith is hopeless.
"H-hi, um Riley"
Hopeless at a lot of things. He's a mess. Keith just stayed in his spot while Lance ordered the kettle corn, leaning his head against Lance's shoulder. He listened to them have fun, catching up, and having witty banter while Keith stood there, trying to forget the horrible first impression he just left.
They got the kettle corn and walked away, their boots clicking away on the gravel pathway. Lance started giggling as soon as they were out of earshot. The giggling turned to laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"You ate shit back there."
Keith made an indignant face. How dare Lance mock Keith's lack of social skills! Despicable. Heinous. Inexcusable. Such an evil boyfriend.
"You're so rude."
"Incorrect, I'm charming."
"That's a weird way to pronounce 'rude'."
Lance chuckled under his breath. That's when Keith struck. Keith hit him. Not hard. More like a bop. Honestly, it was funny more than anything.
Lance started laughing more.
"It's not funny!"
"Pff ahahaha, your voice cracked!"
"I hate you."
"No, you don't. You looove me."
"I thought we were here to get pumpkins."
"Yeah, we are."
"Then let's get the damn pumpkins."
They made their way past the small crowds of people who were undoubtedly families picking out pumpkins and getting fall sweets. Keith saw little kids holding candied apples and adults hauling pumpkins back to their cars. To the right, there was a large pen with pumpkins lined up in pretty rows, crates of pie pumpkins and small gourds near the entrance and exit, and a spattering of gravel covering the ground. On the left, there was a small bakery that sold apple pastries and donuts which had a canopy attached to the entire front side. Lance pulled Keith into the pen.
And thus began the torturous process of walking around, Lance holding up pumpkins, and Keith rejecting pumpkins while holding on to the kettle corn for *ahem* safety reasons.There was nothing particularly wrong with any of them but Keith wanted to be annoying. Lance was struggling to find something when he sarcasticly held up a gourd. A gourd as in one of those gourds used to create maracas.
"YES! THAT ONE!"
"You're joshing me right now."
"No, I want the gourd."
"We're not carving a gourd."
"I've already named it Gourdan Ramsay."
"Keith, no."
"Keith, yes."
"Fine but we're getting another pumpkin for you to actually carve."
"As long as we keep Gourdan, I see this as a triumph."
"Where did you even learn that from?"
"Being annoying about something and then naming it before the decision is final? Because I learned that from you."
"I don't do that."
"Last month, you found a stray cat and said that we had to foster it because you already named it Ash Ketchum."
Well he never. How could Keith do such a thing! How dare he expose Lance like that! Keith was equal parts as attached to Ash as Lance! Maybe even more!
Lance moseyed over to Keith and shoved Gourdan into Keith's hands to go grab some "carvable pumpkins". Now, looking at the gourd, it's really pretty. It has a yellow to green gradient from the bottom to the top. Perfect for brutally murdering.
Lance came back holding two medium sized pumpkins. One had a small dent in the side. The other was just slightly bigger. He smiled that warm sunny smile again like he was proud of himself.
"They're like us!"
"Huh?"
"This one's smaller and dented. I tried to find one with a cut and the dent is the best I could do. It's you."
"I see."
"This one's taller so it's me."
"And what's the point of that?"
"How could you not see the point of having pumpkin clones?"
"They'll only cause confusion in the inevitable case that we have to fight them."
"Irrelevant. It'll never happen. Pumpkin Lance would never betray me."
"That's what they all say."
"I'm going to buy the pumpkin clones whether you want them or not. Let's go."
Lance waltzed right by Keith, grabbing his arm as he walked. Not that Keith minded being dragged by Lance but the sudden tug almost knocked him over. It didn't help that he was wearing heeled boots (He likes to feel tall). He quickly readjusted and matched Lance's pace pretty quickly.
So off they went, over to the little checkout booth underneath the canopy attached to the bakery. There, they paid for the pumpkins and grabbed everything to take to the car.
The car ride was chill. It was just thirty minutes of sitting, eating kettle corn, and Lance making way too many movie references. It wasn't really any different than any other time that Keith's gotten into Lance's car.
They got back home and were able to carve the pumpkins. After this, Lance would stop bothering him about pumpkins. Instead it would be finding a suitable Halloween candy to give out. That suitable candy would be entirely Lemonheads by the way. Keith takes great pride in being evil.
They cleared off the table, set down some newspaper, and readied the pumpkins. Keith pushed his knife into the gourd.
"I didn't know you were gonna kill it!"
"I swear, If I hear another Charlie Brown reference, you're going to have to be at the end of this knife instead of Gourdan."
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