#Its gonna be a miracle if i don't get called to the office for the dead people scattered throughout it lmao

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This was a school project, I edited the colors a bit but here :)

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Weed and sex... in a car. With 3 time Formula 1 World Champion Max Verstappen. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: use of drugs, smut, PinV sex, fingering, squirting, Christian Horner

Part 2 here.

Perhaps getting high before an event wasn't the best idea after all. Max had decided to celebrate your birthday with a joint (or two or three) before going to dinner with Christian, Gerri and a boatload of sponsors and higher ups.

Anyone with half a brain could have told you this could only end in disaster but when you and Max were together you were a couple of menaces.

That's why Max's press officer hated that you were always around at the races and usually his plus one at events. She had a hell of a time covering up the "incidents" and "behaviours unbecoming of a formula one world champion"... ha! Yeah right.

Between public indecency and and drunken shenanigans usually leading to property damage, it was a miracle the two of you had never been arrested to be honest.

Well except that one time after his first Monaco win but that's a story for another time.

Whatever, what else are rich people in their twenties supposed to do with their best friends in their free time anyway?

So there you were, in the passenger seat of Max's loaned company car, both high on expensive weed (or so Max said, the bloody cheapskate). The drive was pretty long and you got a rather intense case of the munchies about 20 minutes in so Max decided to stop for gas while you went into the gas station and bought snacks for the road. When you turned your head away from the cashier and saw max, your mouth went dry (and this time not from the weed).

See, this was in the middle of a heatwave (thanks climate change!) and max was wearing a suit. He decided that the best way to cool down was to unbutton his shirt and let his chest get some air. Unfortunately this, plus his sweaty dishevelled hair and the joint he still had in his mouth while he pumped gas, conjured up quite a few lewd images in your mind. You had never seen him look quite this debauched (again, except in Monaco but again, that's for another time). The sight was positively sinful. Or at least it seemed hot as fuck to you but you were high so who knows, either way his appearance was getting you hot and bothered, so you decided to take a picture to remember the moment.

The cashier had to clear her throat loudly to get your attention, and by the time you had payed and left Max had already got back in the car. When you climbed in you checked your reflection in the mirrors. Dilated pupils, check. Redness around the eyes, check. There was no way Christian wouldn't notice, and he definitely would not be happy.

Max's hand suddenly on your thigh brought you out of your thoughts as you looked at him, he looked just as fucked up as you felt.

"There's no way we can go to dinner like this right?" He was panting slightly and looked like he was fighting to stay alive.

"I don't think so, you wanna call Christian and cancel?"

"Nooo he's gonna kill me" He pouted as he took his hand off you to roll down the window to let some air in.

Weirdly you found that you missed its comforting presence on your thigh. And the image of it going higher suddenly entered your mind. That thought made you panic a bit, seeing as you had never had those kind of thoughts about Max. (Well, does it bear repeating? Monaco. Yeah).

Still panting, with his head out of the window like a dog, he groaned. "I don't think I can drive like this. Are you having a weird reaction to the weed?"

"Um... a bit, I guess. I'm hot and uh..." you trailed off and max looked at you

"And what?"

"No it's embarrassing"

"No tell me! What is it"

You looked at him for a moment, the two of you breathing harder than normal, both fighting something.

"Well..." you gulped "I guess I'm like, horny? But, I always get horny when I smoke, this is like... more intense? Different sensations I guess."

Max exhaled and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the headrest.

"Me too" he whispered in an oddly strained way. Then his eyes suddenly snapped open "Wait a minute! Are you telling me you've been horny every time we've gotten high together?!"

Shit.

"Uhhh, yeah?"

You noticed Max was squirming in his seat a little bit.

"Fuck, that's- why didn't you tell me?"

You stared at him. Was this really how the conversation was going to go?

" I- don't know I guess... I thought you wouldn't be interested?"

"Are you serious? I wouldn't be interested?! Even after MONACO?!"

"We're best friends Max, I don't wanna lose that. And we've never actually talked about Monaco so I assumed you wanted to forget it!"

"Forg- Forget it?! It's been three years and I haven't stopped thinking about it!"

"Oh"

"Yeah, oh!"

"Fuck"

"Only if you want to"

"What?"

He looked at you, eyes scanning your face, gaze dropping to your lips.

"We're both high and horny in a car right now, do you want to fuck me?"

You were taken aback slighly, Max was nothing if not straightforward, it was one of the things you loved about him.

"Max, I've wanted to fuck you since we were-"

Thats all he needed to hear before grabbing your hair and yanking your upper body towards him. Given both of your states it was more licking at each others mouths than actual kissing but this had been a long time coming you supposed and you were both too high to care.

You broke away and climbed between the seats into the backseat, winking at him as he gawked at your ass, barely covered by your pathetic excuse for a dress. "You joining me then, or leaving me to take care of myself?"

"Fuck no" He growled and crawled in after you. In hindsight it would have been easier and quicker to use the car doors, but he finally made it and it took you a while to find a position that wasn't too uncomfortable in the small space.

You ended up on his lap, back to his chest while he pulled down the straps of your dress and kissed your neck sofly. He squeezed your tits gently while whispering in your ear. "You know, since Monaco I've been dreaming of the day I would see you like this again. I was starting to think It never even happend. Like it was some kind of religious experience or something"

You giggled. What a sap. "If I had known that's how you felt I would have let you do this years ago. But could you get a move on please? I feel like I'm going to go insane if y-"

He cut you off by shoving his fingers in your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. You moaned at the intrusion and sucked on his fingers to get them nice and wet.

"Good girl"

Your eyes rolled back as you leaned back against him and he chuckled.

"See, I did learn some things in Monaco"

He spread your legs which were hooked over his and trailed his now wet fingers down over your chest and stomach, as his other hand slid your panties to the side. The moment he made contact with your clit you jolted slightly in his grasp. Being horny for so long must have made you extra sensitive. And wet. It didn't take Max long to slide two fingers into you with ease as he crooked them immediately and you whimpered. Every movement, every press of his fingers felt like heaven and you could already feel that you weren't going to last long.

Before you could say anything though, Max's phone started ringing from the floor. He picked it up, fingers still making you writhe on his lap and answered the call, the absolute madman.

Then he pressed the phone to your ear and whispered in the other "Go on then schatje, talk to Christian, I'm a bit busy right now"

"What the FUCK Max where the hell are you?! You were supposed to be here an hour ago! I'm going to kill you when you get here!"

You had to swallow down your moans in order to answer "Um hi Christian it's- it's me!" You squeaked out "Um we won't be making it unfortunately- Max- Max has indegestion and he's very ill and- aaah- he's- um he's-"

You were so close to the edge and Max showed no signs of stopping, you were becoming unintelligible under his skilled fingers.

"This is unacceptable behaviour! What the fuck have you done to him now?! It's always you causing proble-"

The rest of his sentence was drowned out as you came hard around Max's fingers (when did he slip a 3rd one in?!) and you moaned loudly before Max could slap a hand over your mouth.

As you came down the silence on the line was deafening.

"Wh-"

Max interjected "We got high Christian I can't drive!" and hung up. "He won't be calling again I reckon"

You couldn't help but giggle. "Oh my GOD Max we're gonna be in so much trouble! Christian is gonna kill me because I made you miss an important dinner and- oh my god he just heard me have an orgasm that is your BOSS- fucking hell Max what were-"

You hadn't noticed that during your rambling he had unbuckled his pants and taken his dick out, but as soon as he started rubbing the tip against your folds you stopped dead.

He chuckled "Fuck Christian, I wouldn't miss this for the world"

And with that he slid in to the hilt, punching a gasped moan out of you, and started pounding into you deep and fast, somehow reaching all the right spots immediately. The build up to this one felt different. It was faster and more intense, and you were speechless. You realised too late what was about about to happen as you started dripping onto his thighs. Then the flow got heavier and Max swore as his hips stuttered, his own orgasm taking him by surprise. He stopped, still inside you and you felt drained, literally.

You stayed like that for a minute, both of you catching your breaths as you came to the realisation... "Max, fuck! the car!"

"Fuck the car. I'll send the fee to Christian"

You huffed in disbelief. He was out of his mind. But for now it was just the two of you, in this now ruined car, drugs just starting to wear off, and that was enough for tonight, you needed to go home and sleep it off. You could worry about the consequences later.

"So... exactly how expensive was that weed?"

DISCLAIMER DO NOT SMOKE WHILE PUTTING GAS IN A CAR I AM SERIOUS THAT IS SUPER DANGEROUS

ALSO DO NOT SMOKE AND DRIVE

ALSO DO NOT ORGASM WHILE ON THE PHONE TO YOUR FRIENDS BOSS KIDS

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Feeling Blue Without You - Lloyd Hansen

Summary: Working at Hansen Security can be stressful. What would happen if you left?

Words Count: 2,365

Warning: None

Author's Note: Hello, everyone; this one-shot is for the Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge hosted by @hansensgirl and @cuttlefjsh. I chose the prompt: "Now, I'm gonna stop you right there, cupcake."

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“Sir, we need backup,” the agent said urgently to his boss, Lloyd Hansen, the head of Hansen Security. They were pinned down and surrounded by their opponents.

Standing before him, Lloyd clenched his jaw and grabbed his comm. “Send the reaper drone,” he commanded.

“No,” came the reply.

Lloyd's eyes narrowed. “No?”

‘BANG!’

A bullet whizzed past, forcing Lloyd to duck. “Can you hear that? They're shooting at us!” he barked into the comm.

“I did. I saw everything.”

“Then send the fucking drone!” Lloyd demanded, his voice rising in desperation.

“No. The air force won’t let us borrow the drone again since you destroyed it last time,” the voice replied coolly.

Lloyd rolled his eyes, frustration boiling over.

‘BANG!’

He ducked again, muttering a curse. “I'm dying here. If you don't want to use the drone, then what's the alternative?”

“I already sent one,” the voice replied.

“What?! A miracle?” Lloyd's voice dripped with sarcasm and desperation.

“1,” the voice started to count.

“What are you doing?” Lloyd snapped, glancing around nervously.

“2,” the voice continued.

“What does that even mean?” Lloyd demanded, his grip tightening on his weapon.

“3.”

“BOOM!”

In an instant, a missile landed, obliterating their opponents. The shockwave knocked Lloyd off his feet. He wiped the dirt from his eyes, coughing.

“Can you tell me beforehand?” he shouted into the comm, exasperated.

“I did, but no one replied,” the voice said, a hint of amusement in the tone.

Lloyd took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “I'm sorry. If you were here, you’d understand that no one could answer you because we were trying to hide from everyone shooting at us!”

“I'm sorry,” the voice replied, more sincerely this time.

“Fine. At least you made a good decision. Just don’t let it happen again,” Lloyd growled.

“Now send an aircraft to pick us up,” he ordered.

“It’s already on the way,” the voice replied.

“Good,” Lloyd muttered before turning off his ear comm. He sighed heavily, feeling more exhausted from the conversation than the fight.

Compared to Lloyd’s precarious situation, the person on the other end was in a much safer location.

“He’s a little bit angry, but at least we avoided any casualties,” one of the IT team members said, glancing up from their console.

“That’s what I aim for. Less paperwork too,” you replied, a hint of satisfaction in your voice.

You took off your ear comm and set it down on the table. “And we can get more bonuses.”

“Yes,” everyone nodded in agreement. Working at Hansen Security was stressful and dangerous, but the high salary made it worthwhile, especially with you.

Since you became the damage control advisor, the job has become less stressful because the team could depend on you to handle Lloyd’s wrath. Your nickname, "Raven," truly lived up to its reputation.

You used to work in the CIA, but even the corrupt officers there found you too irritating. So, they sent you to the most annoying person they could think of—Lloyd Hansen.

Even Lloyd couldn't stand you. Since you arrived, he found himself unable to do whatever he wanted. He used to revel in his freedom, operating without constraints. Now, there were rules and regulations, and you enforced them rigorously.

Lloyd frowned as he recalled the changes you'd implemented: no more casualties, no more shooting innocent civilians, no more reckless actions. He scoffed, shaking his head. He used to thrive in chaos, but you had stopped that.

Since you came on board, Lloyd has noticed that the calls from Carmichael or Susan have stopped. He used to hear, “Lloyd, keep it down,” or “Lloyd, what are you doing?” almost daily. Now, there was silence on that front.

He grimaced, remembering how he'd been forced to adjust his tactics. He clenched his fists, feeling the constraints you'd placed on him. He couldn't stand the way you had imposed order on his operations.

You, meanwhile, were fully aware of Lloyd’s resentment. As you leaned back in your chair, you glanced at the team, seeing the relief in their eyes. They appreciated the structure and safety you brought, even if Lloyd didn’t.

💉💉💉💉

Lloyd arrived back at the mansion, dragging his feet because of the wound. “Shit. I need a medic,” he groaned.

“They’re taking care of the others who really need it,” you replied, your tone matter-of-fact.

Lloyd fell silent, realizing that it was only you to help. You were already standing there, holding a medic kit. “Don’t scare me like that,” Lloyd holding his chest.

“You? Impossible,” you scoffed as you cut his pants with scissors to address his wound.

“Geez, you reject going on a date with me but are eager to rip my pants,” Lloyd quipped, wincing as you applied antiseptic.

“Well, if we can’t be lovers, at least we’re good partners in crime,” you shot back.

Lloyd smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “How do I look? Do I look handsome?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

You raised your eyebrows, used to his random questions. “You have a muscular body and a good-looking face. You’re good in every outfit.”

Lloyd fell silent for a moment, then leaned closer to you, his expression serious. “Don’t say those kinds of words to anyone else—man, woman, I don’t care. Just me. Alright?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, whatever you say, Lloyd.”

Despite the banter, there was a palpable tension between you two. It was clear you both hated and cared for each other at the same time.

As you finished bandaging his wound, Lloyd watched you with a mix of irritation and appreciation. “You’re good at this,” he muttered.

“Better than bleeding out,” you replied, standing up and packing the kit.

The others nearby were already used to your dynamic. They exchanged knowing glances but didn’t interfere. This was just another day at Hansen Security—filled with banter and tension, but always under control.

“Try not to get shot next time,” you said, turning to leave.

“Try not to worry about me so much,” Lloyd said, smirking.

🍸🍸🍸🍸

After an exhausting day, you always head to the bar to ease your stress. Swirling the ice cubes in your whiskey, you find a small semblance of relaxation in the motion.

Working in damage control with Hansen Security is stressful and demanding, and you often wonder what would have happened if you had never accepted the job.

“Are you really that stressed?”

You’re startled by the familiar voice and look up to see Susan standing beside you.

“Today I just stopped an unnecessary war. If you think that's not stressful, sure,” you reply, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you take a sip of your drink.

Susan makes an ‘ooh’ sound, clearly impressed with your ability to tame Lloyd. She pulls up a stool and sits next to you, her eyes studying your face.

“Perhaps I can help ease your burden,” she says, her voice softening.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Hmm?”

“Our boss wants to hire you to work at headquarters. He likes the way you limit the damage Lloyd makes,” Susan explains, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Really?!” you exclaim, a wave of relief washing over you. “When can I go there?”

“Anytime you want,” Susan replies with a smile.

Without hesitation, you down the rest of your whiskey and stand up, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. You grab your jacket, a newfound energy propelling you forward.

💥💥💥💥💥

Lloyd had just come back, and the atmosphere inside the mansion felt different. Had someone been here? He was sure of it. “Susan, what the heck are you doing here?” he demanded, storming into the room.

“I’m the new damage control advisor,” Susan replied calmly, standing her ground.

“Oh, hell no. Where is she?” Lloyd’s voice was sharp, almost frantic.

Susan’s expression remained neutral. “She’s working with the boss now.”

“Without my permission?!” Lloyd’s voice rose, his anger palpable.

Susan was taken aback. She hadn’t expected him to be this furious. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to stay composed. “Don’t blame me. It was the higher-ups who wanted her.”

“She also gave her resignation letter,” she informed him.

Lloyd stood there, stunned. You had just left without saying anything? He couldn’t believe it.

That night, Lloyd couldn't sleep. He never thought he would feel so blue after you left. When you first started working with him, you were a nuisance, always blocking every plan he made. He hated you for it.

But as time went by, your presence became indispensable for both the job and him. He liked to tease and flirt with you, even though it was futile since you never broke your cold demeanor.

Now, with Susan replacing you, he knew she was waiting for him to fail. She didn’t care if he made mistakes. She wanted him to be ruined. She didn’t care if the mission succeeded or failed.

Unlike you, who were strict but cared for him, watching out for his safety and the success of the mission.

Lloyd sat on the edge of his bed, staring into the darkness. He realized just how much he had relied on you, not just for your skills but for your unwavering dedication. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and sadness mixing within him. He missed your stern yet caring presence, and it gnawed at him that he hadn’t appreciated you more when you were there.

Susan might be in your position now, but she could never replace what you brought to the team or him.

🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢

Lloyd stormed through the office, pushing away the secretary and security guards who tried to stop him from entering Monsieur Francis' office room.

“Mr. Hansen. What do I owe the pleasure of this abrupt visit?” Monsieur Francis, the French millionaire and main sponsor of Hansen Security, looked up calmly.

“I want her back,” Lloyd stated firmly.

Monsieur Francis leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. He had always needed Hansen Security to clear his path but despised the chaos and repair bills Lloyd often caused.

“But she likes it here. It's less stressful,” Monsieur Francis replied diplomatically.

Lloyd slammed his fist on the glass table, causing it to crack. “No one can replace her.”

Monsieur Francis raised an eyebrow, maintaining his composure. “There’s nothing I can do. She came here of her own accord, and we welcomed a talented person like her with open arms.”

Lloyd's voice hardened. “Let her go, or I will expose all your misdeeds to the world. Everyone will be shocked to learn that the philanthropist has blood on his hands.”

Monsieur Francis clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. “Leave. Before I change my mind. This is the last time you disrespect me.”

Gritting his teeth, Lloyd turned and stormed out of the office, leaving Monsieur Francis behind.

Lloyd leaned against the wall in the hallway, his chest heaving with frustration and anger. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling defeated. He knew threatening Monsieur Francis was risky, but he was desperate to bring you back.

🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁

Clueless about what was happening on the top floor, you were in the midst of a meeting with your new team. It felt surprisingly relaxing compared to your time at Hansen Security. The atmosphere was blissful, and you were starting to feel a sense of ease in your new role.

Suddenly, the door burst open, startling everyone in the room. All eyes turned as Lloyd stormed in, his expression furious. You stood up in shock as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the building, leaving the room in stunned silence.

“Lloyd, let go,” you demanded, trying to free your hand from his grip.

“If you don’t want me to make a scene here, just be quiet,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes darting around at the onlookers.

“I don’t want to work with you,” you asserted firmly, your voice tinged with frustration.

“Now, I’m gonna stop you right there, cupcake,” Lloyd retorted, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“Stop calling me that,” you snapped, remembering the time he had discovered your pajamas with cupcake patterns and found it amusing.

“You don’t belong here. Like it or not, you’re going to stay close to me. Didn’t you say we’re perfect partners in crime?” Lloyd’s voice was insistent, almost pleading.

Damn, this man, you thought, feeling both frustrated and reluctantly intrigued. You couldn't seem to escape him.

Lloyd's jaw was clenched, his eyes searching yours with a mix of determination and vulnerability. He took a step closer, closing the physical gap between you, his presence commanding attention.

“Lloyd, this isn’t—” you started, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

“Just... stay close,” he implored softly, his voice rough with emotion.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze. Despite your better judgment, there was an undeniable pull towards him—a magnetic force that defied logic and reason.

“I...” you began, uncertain how to respond, your own emotions in turmoil.

Lloyd reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of something unspoken between you.

As you stood there, caught in the charged atmosphere, you realized that resisting Lloyd was futile. Whatever lay ahead, this moment marked a turning point—a shift towards a future where boundaries blurred, and the lines between duty and desire became increasingly intertwined.

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Kindness - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Imagine [The Bear]

Title: Kindness

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto X Reader

Word Count: 793 words

Warning(s): slap, argument, cussing,

Summary: (Y/n) offered to help get the restaurant on its feet. However, the very person who let them help begins throwing a fit with how they're helping. They are not okay with being treated like crap and refuse to let anyone think they are.

Author's Note: I don't think I say fuck enough when I'm writing for this show.

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I had grown accustomed to the chaos that came with every conversation that I had with Carmy.

Between work that needed to be done and shit happening that got in the way of that, I grew to expect listening or taking part in a screaming match whenever I walked through the door of the restaurant.

Like today.

I had offered to help Carmy sort through the mess that was the papers in the office. He needed to know exactly how fucked he was before he could undo any of it. Math and bills. I was good at that kind of shit. Usually. Usually, they weren't... like this.

I took the pile of papers from him and he started asking about what to do next.

"I don't know yet," I shrugged. "Need to look."

"You have no idea," he asked. I shook my head. "You're fucking kidding, right? (Y/n). I need a game plan now."

"You should have gotten a hold of me earlier than now," I replied. "I'm good at math, but I'm not a fucking miracle worker."

"I didn't call you that," he muttered. "I just thought that you would have some suggestion on what I should do next."

"Get through the day," I grinned before going to leave.

"Oh, you're such an asshole," he grumbled as he followed me. "Hey! I don't need you to be a smart-ass right now. I need help!"

"I'm fucking trying to help, but I need a minute."

"Oh, for fuck's sake-"

I lifted my hand and slapped him across the face before he could finish what was going to be a trainwreck of a sentence. It wasn't hard enough to do any real harm, but enough to get him to shut up as he reached up to touch his face.

"Don't ever fucking talk to me like that," I snapped. "I am here as a friend. To be nice-"

"You're calling that nice? You just slapped me-"

"Treat me like that again and it'll be a lot fucking worse," I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm gonna take the paperwork that you just gave me and try to figure out just how deep the shit we're in is. Then, I'll call you with a plan. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it."

"Thank you," I turned to walk out of the restaurant. "Don't forget to pull your head out of your ass today!"

"Do the same with that stick!"

I flipped him off over my shoulder as I made it to the door.

I spent my whole day hunched over my desk with piles of paper. I tried to come up with some kind of organization. Bills from one place here, weird lists of crap there, everything else messily sorted into some kind of sensical concept. It was awful.

I managed to get the necessary math done by midnight. Only almost twelve hours. It's fine. I loved doing shit out of the kindness of my heart.

I trudged down to the restaurant. I knew two things for sure. One, Carmy would still be there. Two, I had zero hope of explaining this shit over the phone.

"Carmy!" I shouted as I walked in.

"Kitchen!"

I walked in and found him on the floor scrubbing at the stove with a sponge.

"You're cleaning by yourself," I asked.

He looked at me over his shoulder. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I need to clean-"

"I meant by yourself, you asshole."

I heard him scoff. "Believe it or not, I care if we get our asses shut down."

"You pissed them off, didn't you?"

"When do I not?"

I chuckled at him.

There was a pause before I sighed. I placed my bag of papers and shit on the counter before searching around the kitchen for another sponge. I found one and made my way toward Carmy.

He just watched for a moment as I dunked the sponge in the bucket of water and asked what he needed me to help with.

"Carmy," I said firmly to get him to focus. "What do you need me to do?"

He vaguely pointed over at something. I nodded and went over to start cleaning.

"You don't need to help," he tried to speak up as I did.

"I know," I replied as I continued cleaning.

"Then, why are you?"

"We talked about this, Carmy. I'm a kind person."

He didn't reply to that.

"I also finished those papers and there was no way that I could explain it over the phone."

That got a chuckle out of him. I grinned at the sound.

There was more silence as we continued working.

He spoke up again after a while, "Thank you."

I bit my lip before replying, "Yeah, whatever, you're welcome, Carmy."

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4 - Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

c; don't die before me

Okay so I have this Silt Verses oc called Xavier, and she's insane- her parents were god hunters, and naturally this fucked her up for life, and forced her to choose a different career path. She's an adherent of The Cloak, which is (ostensibly) the god of cops, but is mostly just a propaganda figure so that the force doesn't *actually* have to partner up their individuals. However, because Xavier is how she is, believing that some day the entire worship system will collapse and there will be one god to rule them all with humanity in the running, she eventually turns up some kind of mangy stray god shaped like a coat. She keeps "The Cloak", and its miracle is one of negation: the miracle of nothing happening. It's her favorite joke, that the god of justice went hungry because cops fucking suck, and often she'll goad the Cloak into eating smaller gods because the struggle is thrilling. In a world where you don't get to choose what eats you, she wears a coat with teeth. Also, Parker is her partner who's tried to kill her a whole bunch (long story that's actually a short story: they're assholes) and the Cloak ultimately bit his damn hand off. It keeps that inside itself and when Parker wears the Cloak the hand reattaches really badly at the end of the sleeve, it's super funny. It picked up Xavier's sense of humor :)

+ rp; thrice is enemy action

double combo, the "I want another one of these blonde any pronoun bitches" option, Jazz Cross. Cross is a character I play in a campaign called Pilot, which is a subset of the Metrocity setting run by my friend Q. Metrocity is a supernatural Truman-show style setup, where in the present day, everything is kept running fit for TV. Pilot, however, occurs during the test run of Metrocity a few decades ago. Cross sold themself into being a Metrocity guinea pig to avoid being captured and killed in police custody... and was made into a main character of a cop serial show, along with the serial killer Morel Carter, who has a brain made of lead and is still up to his old shit. Cross, however, is pretty susceptible to the brain-melting that turns out to be the screams of captive gods bent to Metrocity's will, so his rewritten personality is a lot softer than it was in the past, but he retains his opinion that every situation has rules to follow, and anything with rules is ruthlessly winnable. Anyway, Cross is aligned with "The Hat Man", who is actually a god called The Observed, and LOVES to pull them into the goddamn meat dimension and make them do resident evil ass puzzles to communicate with them. Cross takes care of its dog when it's busy, like right now because we fucked up and got the Hat Man captured, and because Metrocity is moving into its next phase, Cross' fiancee is about to break up with him. It's gonna break him into MOTW multiclassing! This is just how we're living. :)

20 - Creature Comfort by Arcade Fire

rp; strata radio

Okay this one is on a setting playlist. The setting is Strata, which I run for two players. They are workers in the lowest office of a place called Terminus, which is the shittiest of the Fabricated Cities-- essentially, getting un-promoted from here is getting kicked out of the company entirely, so the whole office building is full of crazy bitches and fuckups. Unfortunately, because this is a capitalist dystopia, god help you there, we're all crazy fuckups. Struggling to stay employed and make enough money to eat in Terminus, where you can look up and see the rich dwellings of those who maintain this status quo, is a sisyphean pain in the ass, until one of these identical days, when an overturned boat appears in the middle of the street. The man on top of it claims that the world will end tomorrow.

Tomorrow, the city starts flooding with garbage. Higher, and higher, and higher. Apocalypse now, baby. This ocean demands blood to recede, and as people who live in the lowest parts of the city, this sounds like a you problem.

69 - Weights by Everything Everything

rp; can i ask you a question?

This one belongs to Carlos Flores. This they/he is my character in a campaign called Bureau of Esoteric Affairs, which is the organization that essentially kidnapped them after they accidentally started checking documents out of their digital archive assuming they were novels. He misses being a librarian so bad, dude, now he has to go do all this Men In Black nonsense and for what?? Anyway. Carlos has a bad habit of asking too many questions. He knows how to navigate social situations in theory but not practice, and if his partner (Flint N. Steele) wasn't even weirder than him, Carlos would probably have flown off the rails by now. They hate loose ends, and make situations worse trying to solve them fully sometimes. He has a type of clairvoyance where, once he picks a divergent point, he can see exactly what could have been for as far as he can chase the rabbit... which he was previously using to write really detailed fanfictions about these novels no one else had ever heard of. It's a bit harder to do intentionally, much less project into an uncertain future, but "having magic" is really new to them so they're still trying to figure out the logistics, which feeds back into their favorite activity of asking one billion dumbshit questions. This isn't helped by the fact that he ran straight into the lovecraftian horrors and now they're watching him.

Anyways Carlos really truly cares for everyone he meets and thinks everyone here is fucking insane for not burning this building down and doing something normal instead... which he is open about expecting to happen very soon. That is totally going to happen. They also got jealous of all the office pets and adopted a main coone named Salt for themself. Also, they're in love with the war criminal that the BEA is keeping in the basement and goes down there all the fucking time to shoot the shit and play board games with him. I think the narrative parallels are really tasty and as far as it's up to me? They're gonna fuck that old man, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

Sorry I'm like this! Thank you for playing 💖

[that-fic-girl]

"thumper's clover" a GLAMROCK!bonnie x GN!reader HC

YALLL MMMMMMM

im very excited for how this is gonna turn out

so basically I was just talking to a few friends and our idea is that whenever bonnie gets excited or overstimulated he thumps his feet. im having fun with this.

and also I watched rise of the guardians the other day again and OBVIOUSLY EASTER BUNNY REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF BONNIE TF

nsfw is under the cut <3

Being the bowling alley caretaker had a few perks but seeing your big bunny everyday was your favourite.

you'd usually do laps around the alley to see if any kid was on the bowling track or generally misbehaving and bonnie would follow most of the time. he loves your company and does anything to have your attention

don't underestimate him though.

hes not your sweet little innocent bunny. this boy is ruthless.

he has a catty kind of personality and is very harsh sometimes too. getting to know him was hard, it was a miracle that you managed to be his partner in the first place.

but with you, he makes an exception.

he loves you when you let him lay his head on your thighs. even though he is 10 times bigger than you, he still loves it.

when no body is around, he'll decide to be the most romantic he can. he'll do anything to make you feel all warm inside. once, he got the courage to ask you to dance with him and you've got to admit, it was surprising. Bonnie wasn't the type of person to engage in cheesy romance but god did it make you melt inside

you call him "lil thumper" after the bunny from Bambi. obviously at first he had no clue what it meant, so after hours you snuck him into your office and forced him to watch the full movie.

after this, he started to call you "clover" or his "flower" (because thumper has a heavy addiction to eating clovers)

obviously he would never call you this in public. your boy has too much of a reputation and ego to keep up.

however, the more you held onto this little nickname that you gave him, you started to notice something.

every time you made suggestive comments, tickled under his chin, played with his fur and complimented him, you noticed his feet do a little thumper of its own.

this obviously made you go crazy and it gave you even more ideas ;)

nsfw under the cut :3

PRAISE KINK. PRAISE KINK. PRAISE KINK.

this boy is a switch but when he bottoms GOD

one time you decided when you where riding him, if he came you was NOT going to stop

"fu-fuck.. clover.. pleasee cum...I can't take I-it"

he begs so loudly but his thighs shaking and his feet thumping makes you want to go longer. but you can't ruin your pretty bunny too quickly can we?

"mmm.. you're doing so well for me, thumper... just a little m-more"

his little whimpers are enough to make you cum right on the spot

but when HES topping? oh honey you're not cumming until he says so

now listen. hes a RABBIT. so he fucks like a RABBIT.

hes constantly horny and constantly grinding up against you

"my pretty clover, why don't you come play with me"

his favourite position is DEFINATELY the anvil. gives him access to ALL of your good spots

however, even when hes topping you, he still thumps like crazy. ESPECIALLY when cumming

when it comes to after care he gets a little shy. so usually, you'll be the one rolling over to hold him. later on he'll clean you up but right now, all he needs is to be held and whispered sweet nothings into his ear

he loves being spoiled by you.

[yondzone]

Bungou stray dogs relationship headcanons

sfw very sligth nsfw

those under 16 please do only read the sfw part

↰             𓂃              ⌲                   ⌂.

⋆ ☄.⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠂* ; ☔

𝕱𝖎𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗 𝕯𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖔ï𝖊𝖛𝖘𝖐𝖎

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ If you managed to have your way to his heat, then you are definitely one special fellow to him, so only to you and around you he will show is soft persona that he never let anyone see in decade.

⌗ If you end up living together, the little time he his at home he will he bring your breakfast at bed to make up for the fact that he his basically never here.

⌗ He prefer kissing you on the cheek rather than on the lips. And in the morning (if by miracle he didn’t already leave) he’ll automatically kiss you cheek to wake you up. And if he his here before going to sleep he’ll ask for a kiss on the cheek.

⌗ He also like night cuddles (of course he won’t admit it.) he never touched anybody so you give hi this feeling of constant novelty.

⌗ He loves when you are jealous and he is gonna tease you with those word : "you seems jealous, is everything fine ? :)" in fact he hates people but if it means seeing your jealous face he don’t mind playing the womanizer for some minute to just tease you.

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗Fyodor is definitely a top this bitch will rather die than being a bottom.

⌗ He know the effect it have on you when he tie his hair up so you can be sure that evrrytime you do the deed he while have is hair up ✨.

⌗ Low key have a master servant kink that get him going for hours.

⌗ Hes not someone very vocal when you both do it.

⌗ He doesn’t look like this but he his really touchy in the bed.

⌗ Bed is his favorite place he is quite traditional in fact he does not want it in other place rather than the bedroom.

⌗ But he lost his traditionalism the day you introduced to him ‘sex toys’ oh so a new way to torture you without killing you? he’ll take this opportunity gladly.

⌗ One day you tried to be on top and your ‘master’ did not like that so he destroyed you for the whole night.

𝕮𝖍𝖚𝖚𝖞𝖆 𝕹𝖆𝖐𝖆𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ Chuuya is very romantic, like very romantic.

⌗ He likes kisses, giving and receiving, he does not have a favorite place to kiss or to be kissed because he loves hems all.

⌗ When he is stressed or tired (or both), he likes to cuddle you, wine and cuddle are his comfort things.

⌗ Speaking of cuddling, he likes to cuddle you while taking a shower (hot water and rose petals) after all he his very comfortable with you and love your presence

⌗ He feels more confident when you compliment him, and he will shamelessly admit it ‘please compliment me more’

⌗ Chuuya is quite jealous and possessive. If someone tries to hit on you or make a move, he will go feral on this person and make sure everyone in the future who you belong too

⌗ A whore for PDA in public, he will always hold your hand or put his arm around you, so that everyone will see that you are taken.

⌗ He won't tell you that he loves you often, because he prefer action out of words. He's the type of person willing to do anything to drown you in gifts and make you happy.

⌗ If you find something nice or cool, he will buy it for you, just to see you smile. Needy Chuuya want to see you smile

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ He his totally a switch, one day he can feel like a total top and the day after will feel the need to be dominated.

⌗ He like being on top yes, but he prefer it when you are riding him he really love seeing you body from below, its exquisite.

⌗ He is an hips man, he love them. So you being on top of him gives him the opportunity to admire and explore your body.

⌗ Chuuya likes your moans very much, he finds them adorable and it shows that you feel good, which makes him happy.

⌗ Chuuya is vocal, way too much vocal in the bed.

⌗ He his considered as the king of aftercare trust me, its heaven.

𝕯𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖎 𝕺𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖚

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ Do not lie to yourself, a relationship with Dazai have high chance of ending not well because of some toxicity he may develop as time goes on.

⌗ He his really possesive, once he got you he wont let you go,never ever.

⌗ He love to kiss you. He loves the taste of your lips and the feeling of kissing you makes him feel something he never had.

⌗ In public, dazai will be the dork he his but… in worse. (yes its possible) he will be playful to death with you.

⌗ While when you are alone, he is much more sentimental but he will continue to remain slightly playful.

⌗ He loves teasing you, if he manage to make you blush, it will makes him continue even more because he finds you oh so adorable when you are embarrassed.

⌗ At night, he will cuddle you while holding you tightly, so that you can feel safe and loved.

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ Dazai doesn't really feel the need to have sex he have better thing to do and never really tough about commitment wit anybody.

⌗ But when it's with you, he will have sex with you after-all all opportunity to your body, he’ll take it.

⌗ Slow and passionate sex over here! He his rarely pn the fast and rough side but if you ask he’ll comply to any of your desire.

⌗ He don't really have favorite position, nor kink except maybe some bondage

⌗ Did I forget that he have a praise kink? Of course receiving and giving,

⌗ Dazai is very vocal, im not talking about moan they are relatively low, but about praise, when you both are doing the deed, praise are overflowing (🦋🦋🦋)

𝕾𝖎𝖌𝖒𝖆

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ Sigma never had anything except his casino which his his whole life so at first when he get implied in a relationship he will be clumsy not knowing how human relation work

⌗ He will need guidance from you, he wont make first move simply because he does not know how it work.

⌗ He his kind, really really kind to you. He view you as something very fragile and it will take time for him to comprehend that you are not weak.

⌗ Because he his always in his casino the only moment you can see him his when he his in his office, he barely goes to sleep too occupied maintaining the casino.

⌗ You finally gave him what he desired : reasons to live, you are very much cherished by him.

⌗ And you also need to cherish him and make him gain confidence in himself.

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ He his a bottom he have no social skill and does not know anything about how the society or relationship work as I already said.

⌗ You basically need to do everything and engage everything.

⌗ Your kink are his kink, you’re favorite position is also his favorite.

⌗ The man cry a lot out of pleasure in the bedroom, he his utterly beautiful when he cries.

⌗ As time goes by he will gain in assurance and try to be on top but out of habit he just revert back to being bellow. But please praise him, he tried.

𝕹𝖎𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝕲𝖔𝖌𝖔𝖑

▚ 𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ … how did you get yourself into this relationship again?

⌗ do not go out with him I repeat to not go out with him,  at home its okay but when in public he start to theatrically declare his love to you, I promise dying would be better than having to support this embarrassment anymore.

⌗ you know that he love asking rhetorical question right? Just let him be, read a book or play on your phone while he monologue

⌗ the number of nickname you have can’t be counted on two hands

⌗ he forces you to call him by nickname and pet name he himself thought of ‘from now on call me the pineapple of your ocean eyes’ …. the fuck is wrong with his brain, where your first tough

⌗ He always kept on repeating that he wanted to be free and first say to you that you should not hope for him to be sweet or be present but every time you come home he his here patiently waiting on the couch.

⌗ his change of persona really surprise you every time they happen, even after years of dating it’s sill hard for you to grasp his true self, a playful sadistic idiot, or a serious full of guilt person aware of his cruel crime.

▚ 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 :

⌗ he his so sadistic, he love to see you cry

⌗ definitely into cosplay and role play in the bedroom ‘today I am the pirate and you my parrot look at those beautiful costume’

⌗ you have an enormous box with all of your disguises

⌗ he have every sex toy possible, may or may not have already bought every sex toy from a store

⌗ usually rough, very rough, and sometime he break the mood with his goofy attitude, he does not mind the mood being broke because he’ll restore it in no time

⌗ they are time he his acting like a narrator as he fuck you ‘then gogol slowly slap her pink ass-’ this is really disturbing

⌗ you can have a little of respite when he decide to have sex with his serious personality respite.

when it happen it’s fast but passionate and stop the joke and the room become silent only filled with both of your moans

[greenygreenland]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me: Norman x Reader

-MANGA SPOILERS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! 

-NOTE: YOU’RE BOTH AGED UP SO DON’T START TELLING ME FBI’S GONNA COME TO MY DOOR 😂😂

-THE TIMELINE IS A BIT MESSED UP SO JUST IGNORE IT COMPLETELY AND DON'T ASK ME LOL

-also, is it just me or do thick eyebrows look really cute??? Norman has pretty thick brows compared everyone else and I think they're cute 

WARNINGS: Kissing lol

Summary: You finally see Norman again.

Life had to be the scariest thing you'd ever faced. It threw the bad, the good, the everything your way until you could barely stand. Until you were left broken and mangled and shattered. Life was scary. It was cruel. Yet somehow, today was different.

You thought it was a dream. After all, how could it be reality when the boy in front of you died a year and some months ago? He had been shipped out, left for dead because it was a part of his stupid escape plan.

So how was it he stood before you? Breathing? Smiling? Living?

The office door closed behind you with a soft click. It bathed the room in silence, as if for a moment, the world decided to give you a second to breathe. A second to take in the wonderous sight before you.

The boy's name stuck in your throat. He had changed, not only in height, but stature and appearance. Norman was older, and he grew up to be more handsome than any runway model could ever be.

"(Y/n)," he gently said. "I'm glad you're well."

That was all it took. One sentence and you tackled him in the tightest hug your trembling arms could muster. "Norman...!" To have his arms around you, to hear the beating of his heart--it was a relief. A miracle sent by the gods. "You’re so stupid!"

No, he was more than stupid. He had to be the dumbest boy alive to think that it was okay to sacrifice himself for the sake of your family. You all were supposed to escape together just like Emma said. No one was supposed to be left behind, yet Norman--bless his heart--acted on his own.

You hugged him as if he would disappear if you let go. "We were all supposed to leave together. But you--I thought you--shipped out--and then--!" You chocked on your words. What more could you say anyway?

You buried your face in the crook of his neck. The muffled sob that ripped through your throat was more than Norman could handle. His knees went weak and you both slowly sunk to the floor in a heap. 

"I'm here." he gently said. "I'm not going anywhere (Y/n)."

Despite the steadiness in Norman's voice, his shoulders hitched, and he sniffled. "I'm here." he repeated. "I-I'm here." It sounded like he were reassuring himself that he wouldn't leave you so soon, as if he were scared too. Not for the way you sobbed and sobbed, but for the ache in his heart that seemed to beat in sync with yours.

Slowly, your sobs turned to quiet sniffles, which then silenced into nothing but tiny hiccups. You basked in Norman's warm embrace. He didn't hold you too tightly, as if he were afraid it would shatter you to pieces. Instead, he pulled you close to his side and leaned on his desk behind.

You rested your head on his chest, taking the time to memorise his scent. Parchment, the woods, and old books. You liked that, it was comforting to know he still smelled the same. On the other hand, his voice wasn’t as smooth or rounded as it once was. It was icy. No one seemed to notice that tiny sharpness that hit the end of each note he spoke. You wondered what could've made his kind heart harden.

Sure, Norman was still the same Norman you remembered, but something about the way he acted seemed off. He was clingy, much more than he ever was. Maybe he just missed you? No, that couldn't be right. Norman acted as if he were running out of time. He held you close and gently, as if these would be the last moments you'd see each other again. As if there wouldn't be a tomorrow.

You slowly pulled away to get a good look at Norman's face. His chin was slightly pointier, his cheeks less chubby and full. His lips twitched upwards into a comforting smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes because he looked so overwhelmingly tired. Your poor boy probably worked day and night to keep the hideout on its feet. It must be hard on him, you thought. Especially since he was revered as a god.

Norman's brows raised. "What's wrong?"

You took his thin hands in your own and gave them a good squeeze. "It's nothing. What about you?"

Ah yes, small talk. The perfect way to avoid any question thrown your way. Norman knew you well, sometimes even more than himself. When you asked simple questions such as these, that meant your mind laid elsewhere in a land he could never reach. Norman took that as a hint to drop the subject.

For now.

He wondered what invisible weight laid on your shoulders. Was it something as heavy as his? Perhaps your weight was worse and it ate away at you. Norman wished he could take that weight away and relieve you of that pain. He'd carry it all if he could, and it didn't matter to him if he'd die trying. This was you he was thinking about. He'd do anything for you.

"I've been okay," Norman vaguely responded. "But I have been busy, so I find it difficult to sleep sometimes.”

Norman liked to be honest, but you knew it was because that helped him figure out what was wrong with you. It was a game of tag. In this case being 'it' meant figuring out each others' worries through a back-and-forth match.

"You haven't been sleeping enough?" Your voice came out rather quiet as you traced invisible circles over the back of his hands. "Is that because you have so much work? Or do you refuse to get help?" Norman sat in a still silence and you sighed.

Of course. 

This was your Norman after all. He always shouldered a burden too big for his shoulders to carry. It was always something so heavy, so terribly hard to balance by himself. If that burden grew any bigger, it would collapse, and that would be his downfall. But you wouldn't let that happen to your Norman. No, no, no. You'd take that burden from him, steal it if you had to, and be his crutch.

"What have you been doing here?" you quickly added. "As 'William Minerva', I mean?"

Norman looked unbearably uncomfortable. That little frown tugging at the edge of his lips was a tell-tale sign. “I’ve been getting a lot done." he carefully said. "In fact, I’ve figured out a way to end this. Once and for all.” 

Norman began by explaining the first phase of his plan. The first phase had long been in motion. It started with the indiscriminate burning of cattle facilities, then the gathering of information, and continued on to pave the way for all the other phases you didn’t care to hear about.

The first few steps weren't too bad, but the final act in Norman's plan made your skin crawl. You half-wished you hadn’t asked him anything to begin with. Maybe it would have spared your appetite. Your grip on his thin hands loosened and loosened until your hands rested on your lap.

Norman wasn't so little anymore. He had grown up just a bit, but not in the way you wished to see. How could he think of something so cold-hearted and cruel? The extermination of all demons in Neverland was an act of genocide. If you re-called correctly, it was also considered a war crime.

Norman was smarter than that. He understood the consequence he'd have to face if that were the path he walked right? He understood that there were still other options right? Maybe you heard him wrong.

No.

You had to have heard him wrong. Norman wasn't ruthless like that. He was a ball of sunshine that made you smile whenever you were together.

"I see..." You tightly smiled. "So that's your plan on freeing everyone?" Norman nodded with a seriousness that took you back to the time he left everything to you and Ray and Emma. 

You weren't mistaken then. Norman truly meant everything he said.

"Yes, that is my plan. It's been taking me a little longer than expected to set it in motion. I've decided to officially start tomorrow."

Tomorrow? 

Your breath hitched. "Don't you think that's a bit hasty? What if...what if something goes wrong?" Norman smiled. It was hollow and wry and everything that he wasn't. "Don't worry. Fortunately, I've always been pretty good at getting what I want." You didn't return the smile, and you didn't want to say why.

Norman was quick to catch on. But of course he would catch on so quickly, this was Norman. Your Norman.

"Do you have a problem with my plan?" he inquired. You shook your head. "No, it's...it's not that." Yes, it was that. Your plan is dangerous even if it is good, you thought. Innocent lives wouldn't be spared, and that would spell an unfair fate for the demons who ate to survive.

You wanted to tell Norman why his plan was wrong, and why he didn't have to be so unforgiving about it. But then what? Why would he listen when you didn't have any better ideas? He seemed to have his mind set anyway, so no half-baked ideas would make a difference. And besides, he was the smartest person you knew. Maybe that was the only way out of the terrible fate all you cattle children faced.

"If you're okay with my plan," Norman said, "then what's bothering you (Y/n)?"

"It's still a lot for me to take in," you admitted with a plastic smile. "I guess I'm just shocked that you're, well, here." Norman smiled, this time with a genuine warmth. "I understand." He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. "I'll see you at dinner."

Your cheeks burned. How bold of him. "Y-yeah, I'll see you at dinner." Norman let out a cute little chuckle that made your heart beat a little louder than it was supposed to. You hauled yourself off the floor and made your way to the door. Norman followed.

You flashed him a nervous smile, one that mixed in with your muddled worry and anxiousness. You glanced at his bright eyes. For a moment, they seemed to dim like the setting sun. It reminded you of Mama. When no one looked at her, she didn’t smile. She always looked so sad when she sat by herself, and maybe that was because she was. 

"(Y/n)?"

Your fingers brushed against the doorknob. “Hm?”

"I want nothing more than to protect you and our family. I know you don't fully agree with me," his expression darkened. "But this is the way--the only way we can save everyone without spilling a single drop of blood."

For a moment, you forgot who you were speaking to. This wasn't the same boy you begged to run away with before he got shipped out. This wasn't the same boy who gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and sweetly complimented you. This boy--did you truly still know him? Was he still the Norman you grew up with and fell head-over-heels for?

You blinked and that dark look washed itself off his face. He strode up to you and placed a hand on your cheek--just like the day he was supposed to be harvested. Norman’s eyes were soft, softer than any blanket, and his lips pursed into a gentle frown. With his thumb, he wiped a stray tear away. 

Why were you crying?

"Norman..." You couldn’t find the right words. There were none that could explain the suffering you endured in silence. You worried, not only for Norman, but your family and all those other people in the world you didn’t know about. Norman’s plan--oh how stupid it was--had it changed him? Had it forced him to guard his heart to keep a still mind? 

You wondered what he endured while you went on your crazy adventures. At least you had your family, and Yuugo, Lucas, and all your friends. But Norman? He didn’t have anyone but himself. He carried the whole world. Alone. Had he been scared? Worried? Angry that no one came for him? Your heart clenched at the thought. 

"Smile,” Norman said. “It’s okay, I promise. I'm here." He gathered you in his arms and you didn’t have the heart to protest. “How?” you whispered. “How were you able to do all this on your own?” Norman helplessly shrugged. “You could say I have connections, either that or I’m just lucky.”

“What will you do after this is all over?”

Norman went still again, as if he couldn’t answer your question. You heaved in a shaky breath. If Norman wasn’t going to give you a straight answer, then you’d squeeze it out of him. “Did anything else happen to you? I’m sure there’s a catch, isn’t there?” 

It was like someone flipped a switch. One moment, you were a mess of tears, sorrow, and anguish. Now, something menacing laid in your voice. It was almost threatening, as if you were indirectly telling Norman to dare avoid the question. “I don’t want you dying trying to be everything at once,” you said. “Here you’re revered as a god, and if I know you, then it’s plain that you set yourself up like that. Don’t tell me you plan to die on us again.”

He stiffened.

“I know you Norman, don’t forget that. And because I love you, I don’t want to see you destroy yourself. I admit, I don’t know why you act like you’re going to leave again, but I’ll do everything in my power to stop you.” You pulled away and took his hands in yours. A small smile of reassurance made its way up your lips, but Norman didn’t return it. 

No, he couldn’t. And despite all he did, he couldn’t lie straight to your face. Not like this.

Dinner cheered you up. The smiles and laughter that your family shared with Norman made you feel just a little bit better. But how long would it last? And how long would those smiles stay present? All the questions swarming in your mind made you feel sick to your stomach. There was too much to think about, and too little time to answer them.

You forced down the last of your food with a sigh and brought the plate to its respectful place. Everyone was too busy chatting and catching up to notice, but that was fine. It was better that way. 

You made your way to a secluded walkway. It was in one of the calmer areas of the hideout that overlooked the lower levels. It was quiet, save for the distant chatter of Hayato and his friends. He let out a bright laugh that echoed through the vacant walkways. What a shame it would be to hear that disappear.

“So this is where you went.” 

“I told you she’d be here.”

You whipped around in alarm. “Ray, Emma!” 

Ray sharply looked you up and down. He raised a brow and you squirmed under his gaze. He gently bumped shoulders with you. “What’s wrong with you?” 

You absentmindedly shrugged. “Nothing.” 

“That’s what someone who’s not okay would say.” Emma noted. She settled by your side on the railing and flashed a bright smile. “You were so quiet at dinner today.” 

You shook your head. Que another absentminded shrug and plastic smile. “I guess I just wanted to make sure everyone was okay.” 

Ray sighed. “Everyone but you?” He leaned against the railing next to you. “Did you and Norman talk at all?”

You froze. ‘Yes’, was what you wanted to say, but no sound came out. The image of Norman’s matured face, the way his his soft lips hit your own, and his stupidly tall build crossed your mind. 

Emma let out a gasp and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Ah!” she cried. “You’re all red!” You covered your hands with your face, ignoring Ray’s curious stare.

“What did you two talk about in his office anyway? Or should I say, do?” The glint in Ray’s eyes had subtext you didn’t want to recite out loud. “Rayyyyy,” you grumbled, “shut up.” He sent you a teasing grin as Emma frowned in confusion. “I don’t get it.” 

“You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“Yeah, it’s grown up stuff.”

You ignored the warmth spreading to your cheeks and elbowed Ray. “Don’t say it like ‘that’! Now you make it sound like something else!” 

He daringly raised a brow. “Like what?” You ran a hand over your scorching face. It was a miracle you weren’t on fire. “No, no, I’m not answering you!” 

You shared a good laugh and a comfortable silence began to settle, blanketing your shoulders in a lightness that you hadn’t felt in a while. 

Emma softly smiled. “I’m glad we found you.” she admitted. “You looked really sad all by yourself out here.” Ray nodded with a small snort. “Yeah, talk about depressing. But seriously though, did something..?”

Of course these two would see through your façade. Of course they’d understand something was wrong. They were your family, and they didn’t deserve your silence. Your smile shattered. “I don’t know if Norman told you about his plan yet, but it’s...it’s bad. Sure, the demons have done some terrible things to us, but that doesn’t mean all of them are guilty. I want to stop him, but I don’t know how.” 

Emma nodded in agreement. “He told us earlier and I don’t like it either.” she firmly said. “Ray and I talked it over and we have a plan, but it’s risky. Like, really risky. It has to do with the Seven Walls and...” 

You held on to every word Emma and Ray spoke. Risky was your middle name. Well, not actually, but it was something that became your friend. You and your family looked death in the face too many times to count. What would be another?

By the end of it, you were sure this new plan would change Norman’s mind, or at least convince him to give up the whole ‘genocide’ thing. It was decided by Ray that tomorrow, you’d all talk to Norman. Things seemed to be looking up. No, they had to be.

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The halls were empty and you were alone. How was it you got lost in the first place? You made sure to have every twist and turn memorised, so why did you end up in the wrong corridor twice? Ray would surely tease you for getting lost. What an absolute--

You slammed into someone’s chest. A yelp escaped your throat as the person in question lost his footing. He sucked in a sharp breath and went tumbling straight into you. Your back hit the ground as the boy threw out his arms on either side of your head to brace himself. You didn’t need a name to know who you had tumbled into. Light hair, soft eyes, fancy waistcoat and suit. 

“Norman?”

He hovered over you with wide eyes. His lips were inches from yours and he was just so, so close. 

Thump, thump, thump.

Your heartbeat was so gosh dang loud. Could he hear it? Could he see the way your face burned red? 

“Uhm--I--I--uh--” 

Why wasn’t he moving? Why weren’t you moving? Why was it so hard to look him in the eyes? A nervous smile broke out across Norman’s lips. He pushed himself off of you and offered out a hand. You gingerly took it.

“Sorry.” Norman said, helping you to your feet. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?” Your gaze darted from his lips to his dazzling eyes and then to his cheeks dusted in red. Your heart wouldn’t stop slamming against your chest. It kept going, and going until you felt like you were about to burst. 

“Sh-shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you retorted. “I’m not the one who--you know...gets sick all the time.” You weren’t sure why you said it like that, or why that made Norman smile so cutely, but he was smiling. That made your heart flutter. You glanced around the corridor a few times, and somehow, you kept finding focus on his lips. 

What was wrong with you?

Norman caught on fast--like he always did. “Oh I see,” he said with a low chuckle. You swallowed. His voice really did deepen (but you kind of liked it). For a moment, you thought he caught onto your staring, but instead of commenting on it, he intertwined his hand with yours and led you through the winding halls. 

“Don’t tell Ray I got lost.” you muttered. Norman laughed and it was like the sound of happiness itself. “I won’t.” 

The halls all looked the exact same: cream coloured paint, nature-like decorations, and numbered wooden doors. You forgot what number your room was, so that was probably why you got lost. Norman took a sharp left where you recalled should be a right instead. “Wait isn’t it that way?”

“I have something to give you, so we’re going to make a quick detour.” Norman’s cheeks dusted pink and he looked the slightest bit nervous. “What is it you want to show me?” He flashed you a contagious smile. “It’s a surprise.” 

“What kind of surprise?”

“I can’t tell you,” he said with a chuckle, “that’s why it’s called a surprise.”

When you got to his office, you were nervous. Surprises were fun, yes, but in a world where nearly getting eaten by wild demons fell into the category of ‘surprise’, you learned not to like them very much.

Norman closed the door behind you and it softly clicked shut. Okay, you thought. So he was locking the door and making his way over to his desk. Okay, that’s fine. Norman shuffled through a cabinet, that nervous look still on his face. Okay, okay, nothing wrong here. He gently shut the drawer, and as he walked out from behind his desk, you took note of the small little box he fiddled with. 

Okay. Okay. Box. Nervous. Locked door. Did he not want anyone to interrupt whatever he was about to do? 

Norman heaved in a deep breath. A really, really, really deep breath. “(Y/n), I have never met anyone else like you. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, and you’re beautiful and kind.” He sunk to one knee and opened the little box. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

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You jolted awake with a start. 

“Sorry,” Norman said. He scribbled a few words down in his notebook. “Did I wake you?” 

Ah, that’s right. After you talked with Emma and Ray, you all met up with Norman and hung out for a bit. But when had you gotten to his office? Much less, fallen asleep? You rubbed your eyes with a shake of your head. Judging by the tired look on Norman’s face, it was way past bedtime.

The heavy cloak around your shoulders offered a welcoming warmth. It smelled like books. It smelled like parchment and ink. It smelled like Norman and it was comforting. 

He glanced up from his notebook and curiously met your gaze. “What are you smiling at?” The dream popped up in your mind and your smile grew. “I had a good dream.” 

“What was it about?” he inquired without looking up.

“You.” 

The scratch of the pencil froze and he met your gaze. “You had a dream about me?” Your cheeks flushed. “Yeah, and you proposed.” Norman’s back went rigid and he turned as red as an apple. “I-I pro--proposed to you?” he stammered. You snickered, a smug smile tugging on your lips. “It was really sweet. And if you’re wondering, I said yes. I was going to kiss you, but then I woke up.” You stood up with a sigh. “It was disappointing, but that’s okay.” 

You let out a small laugh and neatly folded Norman’s cloak. You left it on the couch and made your way across the room. “That’s a nice notebook.” you said. “What’re you writing about?”

Norman stilled and closed the book with a smile. “It’s nothing special.” He put the pencil down ever so quietly and stood. “Do you seek my affections?” he inquired. You settled on the wall. “Don’t you have work to do?” Norman looked down at you. His fringe brushed across his eyelashes, and he loosened his tie. Slowly.

Your heart steadily drummed against your chest. “What are you doing?” The false innocence in your voice caused Norman to chuckle lowly. He caressed your cheek with a feather-light touch. “Well, you did say you were disappointed right? Why don’t I make it up to you?” 

He rested an arm on the wall with a sly smirk. Your lips connected and it made your stomach flip-flop. The kiss was slow, it was sweet. You found yourself pulling him closer, running your hands through his hair and yanking him over. "Norman?" He met your gaze with half-lidded eyes. "Yes (N/n)?"

"Where did you learn how to do that?"

He smirked and it was hot. The fact that he kept his arm braced against the wall didn’t help either. "Why?" he lowly inquired. "Do you like it?" Your breath caught in your throat and you found yourself wanting more. 

Knock, knock!

Norman didn't look too happy about that. He ran a hand over your cheek and gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, that half-lidded look of his melting into warmth and love. He made his way to the door, tightening his tie and smoothing out his hair with a quick touch.

"Hello--?" Norman fell short mid-sentence. As soon as your gaze locked with the person on the other side, you understood why. Ray stood in the threshold, just as red-faced as you and Norman, with a sheepish look on his face. “I’ll come back later.” he muttered. 

Oh great. Had he been eavesdropping? You glanced at Norman and he glanced at you, then Ray, and back to you. Ray sucked his teeth and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Don’t have too much fun.” he said, a smirk twitching onto his lips.

You made your way to the threshold with a groan. “Rayyyy!” 

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry.” he coolly replied. “Do whatever, I didn’t see anything.”

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X OC [Tsuchimikado Seina]

(Limitless Series)

Fur: What happens when Satoru brings home a pup only to have his place as her 'baby' be usurped by the furball?

Gojo-Tsuchimikado Seina

"My Little Peach I'm home!"

Up to my office at the second floor of our home Satoru's boisterous voice could be heard. Man got wide vocal range that I could testify can break eardrums.

Shutting down the computer I trudge out of the office. With Satoru around I can never finish anything the moment he clings to me like a deprived koala.

He's standing on the kitchen sink with his back facing me. What is he doing?

Silently I walk to him wrapping my arms around his waist, press a kiss on his shoulders and peek over to see what he is doing.

"Welcome home."

"Arf!"

"Ahhhhh!" I stumbled back hitting my bottom at the counter.

"What's wrong?"

Satoru look back at me cradling the white fur ball on his arms

"Arf! Arf! Arf!"

Satoru's white hair, the puppy's white fur; Satoru's bright aquamarine eyes, the puppy's vivid blue eyes; and most of all...

"Arf!"

"Isn't it cute?!"

Satoru's rambunctiousness, and the puppy's barking.

Hands massaging my temples to ease the blooming headache. Where did he get the pup anyway?

"Return the puppy to its owner 'Toru, who in their right mind even allowed you to kidnap that poor furball?"

I swear his shoulders sag and whimpered along with the puppy.

Why are they making me feel the antagonist here?! I averted my eyes away from the fluffy scene in front of me.

"Honey he's a stray, I pick him up because it's cold outside, I thought you'd love him, see we have the same hair, and you have the same eyes!"

"Arf!" The puppy barked with his pink tongue on view and cute little canines showing.

Satoru squish his face beside the puppy and even loosened his blindfold both looking at me with sparkling puppy eyes.

No... Never... Must not! I clench my fist hardening my resolve.

"We should call someone to buy dog food." No! Watashi no baka!

"Yeyy!" Satoru twirled around and pull me into a tight hug with the puppy.

I'm doomed. Satoru alone is handful what more is a puppy? But it's to cute to resist! Can you blame me?

Satoru took a bath with the puppy while I dried off the furball who by miracles behaved and just licked my hand.

He's more behaved than my man-child. Kawaii!

The three of us ended up huddled on the living room sofa — Satoru and I in our matching white pajamas — watching Fast and Furious while waiting for the pet supplies I asked a person in the estate to buy.

Satoru sitting legs apart and arms hugging me his head resting on my shoulder I rested my head on his fluffy hair while holding the puppy covered with a thick towel on my lap.

"Kikufuku"

I frowned at Satoru's sudden mutter.

"No more sweets for today 'Toru, I'm gonna dump you to the dentist."

"No, not that , I mean our puppy's name."

He look up to me his aquamarine eyes brimming in excitement along with the silly grin on his face.

"The pup is not a pastry. Do you even know what breed it is?"

"Nanamin said it's a Samoyed."

Nanami?

"Answer me honestly 'Toru or I'm gonna donate all the sweet in the fridge to your students."

"Not my food!" He frowned, almost hissing to me and bit my shoulders sinking his canines harshly.

"Stop that! Where did you find this puppy?"

I shove his mouth away my bitten shoulder making his glossy lips pout bashfully turning his head away from me.

Satoru and his antics...

"Arf!"

I turn to the puppy patting my hand with his paws.

"Don't mind 'Toru, you're much cuter than him."

The man-child beside me dramatically gasps, cross his arms and turn to the side away from us.

Drama Queen.

"Your name will be Milky!" I declared and put the pup up in the air and touched our nose. I giggled when it tried licking my nose too.

"Hmmph! Ungrateful!"

I snorted at Satoru grumbling beside us.

The doorbell rang and I got up to fetch the door. Hanae–one of the clan members handed me a bag filled with assorted things and bid goodbye.

"'Toru?!"

I called him passing to the kitchen to sort things out but he ignored me. He really got upset with me donating his sweets...

I sigh and let go of Milky to run around the house and made my way to my sulking big baby. This one is the overgrown high-maintenance version of a Samoyed though.

I climb on his laps with my knees on his sides and cup his cheeks to met our eyes.

"I'll bake you melon bread tomorrow. Don't be sad, 'kay?"

Immediately his grumpy expression loosened and hug me with his face buried on my stomach.

"Silly 'Toru," I laugh and run my finger on his long thick hair.

"Arf! Arf!"

Milky on the carpet bit Satoru's pajama trying to tug us apart.

"Arwwwww! Arwwwwwwww!"

I woke up with a whining sound. I reach out to the side table opening my phone.

3:41 am

Who in the ungodly hour would disturb us?

I snuggle back to Satoru clutching my waist tightly even in sleep.

"Arwwwwwwww!"

Let me sleep I have a clan meeting tomorrow!

Another whine and I cannot take it anymore. Carefully I struggled out of Satoru's vice like grip and slip my slipper on to open the door of our room.

"Arf!"

I sigh and squat down Milky immediately put his two paws in my knees looking up to me with shining puppy eyes.

"How did you climb up to the third floor?"

"Arwww..."

I look over Satoru still fast asleep, I doubt he'd wake up even if there's fire. In the end I'd be the one sleepless if I leave this furball here.

Gathering the pup in my arms I settled in the sofa of our room cradling Milky above my stomach and close my eyes.

"This is cheating!"

My eyes flutter open from the rambunctious wailing echoing in the room.

What is Satoru complaining early in the morning?

"My Little Peach! How dare you?"

I frowned blinking to see Satoru shirtless with messy hair flashing his phone to me.

"I'm sleep deprived, please let me sleep ten more minutes."

I turn to my side, thank goodness I chose thick curtains.

"We need to talk, why are you sleeping with other than me?"

What in the world? I shot up and face Satoru raising a brow at me holding his phone. I blink to get a clear view of the image of me and Milky cuddling on the sofa.

"Well?" He raise his chin arrogantly.

"Aren't we cute?" I giggled and snatch his phone tapping the image and sent it to my phone.

"You choose a pup over than me?!" He look at me indecorously and scowled.

"I didn't say that, you brought him home I'm only doing what a good pet owner does. Stop being silly early in the morning."

I stretch on the sofa and purred in satisfaction.

"Omph!"

I yelped with Satoru diving up my body, resting his weight all to me nuzzling his tall nose against my sensitive pulse point.

"Silly 'Toru."

He let out a whine and cuddle me closer. I sigh and close my eyes running my hand over his thick hair earning me wet kisses on my jaws.

"Fetch Milky!"

I cooed the energetic pup throwing a squeaky bone toy immediately he runs after it and gnaw the toy before bringing it back to me and wiggle his tail waiting.

"Arf!"

We played for hours after my work. Sometimes cuddling on the sofa, then hide and seek, I researched in how to care for a Samoyed, prepared his food and then play again.

When Satoru came home he had to wake us up on the sofa. Milky and I exhausted from the whole day activities.

"Honey where's my melon bread?"

Satoru rummaging on the fridge.

I frown.

Shit... I totally forgot.

Perhaps sensing something off 'Toru with his finger hooked down his blindfold and stare at me with his blank aquamarine eyes.

Immediately I run and hug him.

"Don't sulk, I'll bake you one now!"

He sigh and went to take a bath while I prepared to bake. 7 in the evening and here I am kneading dough. It's troublesome okay? But a sulking man-child is more troublesome — last time I forgot to bake him what I promised he avoided me all day — literally a kid.

Half an hour later I'm now just waiting for the ring of the oven.

Milky seeing me, came running with his tongue lolled out and tail wiggling.

"Why are you so cuddly?"

"Arf!"

Kawaii!

"I'll take you to the park tomorrow, sounds good?"

"Arf!"

I laughed as he try to tug me barking and trying to grab my attention.

"But tomorrow's our date!"

Out of nowhere Satoru pop out in his black sweatshirt revealing his perfectly aligned collarbone and in his pajamas wearing sunglasses.

"We can go to the dog park."

"But you promised we'd go to the newly opened bakery downtown!" He whined.

"We can pass by it along the way."

"They dont allow pets inside."

"Then you can take out for us."

Clearly unsatisfied he lean over the counter trapping me in between his arms his face millimetres away from me his hot minty breath fanning on me.

"We can't enjoy while tugging the pup around."

"Yes we can!"

"No I can't. You even forgot to kiss me when I came home because you're cuddling him." He complained lips pursed.

Just how much more childishness will he exhibit?

"Look, you brought in Milky supposedly he's your responsibility. Imagine if we have a kid you'll also compete with him or her like this?"

He shook his head and rested his head on my shoulder snaking his muscular arms around my waist.

"I'm not ready to share you just yet." He whispered. "I will jusy return him."

What? Return?

Harshly I push him back and cup his face to look at me.

"What. Did. You. Say.?!"

He sighed and tried to hug me again but I clutch his jaws hard.

"P-peach?!"

"Whose dog is he Satoru?!"

Did my husband commit dog kidnapping?!

"I thought he was a stray when I saw him loitering in the Gojo compound. Then I found out he's a present to my third cousin. If you want we can keep him anyway."

"Are you crazy? No wait, YOU ARE INSANE!"

He really did kidnap the poor puppy! Well indirectly or not how can he just pick up a dog in the compound of course it would belong to someone from his clan!

"You should go upstairs before I smack the daylight out of you with the pan."

He shuddered and inch away from me but barely able to leave and just stood few feets away.

We both know I can nullify any cursed energy or technique not even his Infinity can stop me.

I can't believe he made me an accomplice in his dog-napping! What's more I'm now attached to Milky!

The oven dinged and I retrieve the sweet smelling melon bread. Satoru immediately hop close to the counter sitting on one of the stool surely eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

Extending his hands over the bread he smiled brightly to me.

"Hon-"

I swatted his hand and took a bite on the warm bread hogging the five pieces all to myself.

"I need this to quell my anger."

His shoulder sag and glasses falling off of his tall nose. Uncaring I march to the living room and turn the TV on.

"Little Peach! Honey!"

From the kitchen Satoru wailed following me to the sofa. Landing his head on my lap poking me for dear attention. I didn't bat him a look and kept on eating the second piece.

"My Little Peach? Baby! Wifey! Look at me!"

"Arf!"

Milky out of nowhere jump up to the sofa and nuzzled his nose to my hand. I pat the pup's head.

"My Peach!" Satoru grab my hand away and put it over his head but I didn't dare to even move it making Satoru whine and poke me again.

In the end I store the three pieces of bread back to fridge and went to bed, Satoru sticking to me like a butt wherever I go.

In bed he cuddled me close not that I'm struggling against him.

"I'm upset with what you did." I murmured reveling in his soft touches and kisses.

"I'm sorry, next time I'll ask for permission before taking it home."

"Gojo Satoru I'm gonna kick you out of the bed, that's not the point!"

He laughed it off and murmured sweet nothings to my ear caressing my hair and holding me close in the dim-lit warmth of our bedroom.

"I'm really sorry," I apologise before handing Milky back to his owner — a nine years old boy — Satoru freaking stole a pup from a nine years old!

My goodness what kind of clan leader is my husband? A freaking man-child trapped in 6'3 smoking hot but annoying megaphone white head strongest Jujutsu sorcerer.

After thanking us the kid skip away happily holding Milky. Satoru on the other hand doesn't seem any less troubled, much more he's enthusiastic on our way here. More than happy to part ways with the furball.

We decided to take our time and explore the city instead of going straight home a rare opportunity to do our leisure dates. He got me to join in his sweet hopping eating all through the bakeries we pass. I need it also to calm my mind. Holding my favourite cheesecake to take home.

"What are you looking at?"

I glance at him who's staring for a long time at something following his gaze it landed on a fluffy white Norwegian Forester cat adorably sitting.

"Peach..." He look at me and the cat back and forth smiling hopefully like a kid.

My husband is hopeless.

"I swear, do it and I'm gonna send you to cat adoption instead 'Toru."

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Bitter Pill to Swallow

Chapter 7 (Ch.6....Ch.1)

Buck Compton was something else.

He waltzed in with his college boy charm and happy-go-lucky grin and swept them all of their feet. You couldn't help but like him, he was just one of those guys.

Valerie got on great with him. Much like her he enjoyed being with the enlisted men, so they eneded up spending a whole lot of time together, most of which was spent playing card games. That was how she ended up sitting across a table from the smug bastard with one of her precious packs of lucky strikes on the line.

"Read 'em and weep Landry, hand over the smokes."

She grumbled and smacked her useless cards on the table, sliding the pack of smokes across to Buck, who took them gleefully.

"If its any consolation," chuckled Luz beside her, "he took my smokes too. Buck's got enough Lucky Strikes to supply the whole goddamn US Army."

Buck laughed at that, and held up his glass in a mock toast before taking a hearty drink from it. Valerie and and George rolled their eyes but couldn't keep the grins off of their faces.

"Hey Malarkey," Buck called as Don made his way through the bar, "care for a game of rummy?" Don grinned and made his way over to the table.

"If you wanna keep your smokes Malark I wouldn't play with Buck," Valerie advised, standing from her chair and pulling on her jacket, "guys a goddamn conman."

"Aw c'mon Val," laughed Buck, "you're just mad cause I beat you." She scoffed and placed her hand on his shoulder, leaning down so she was close to his ear. "Don't get cocky Compton, for all you know I let you win," she stage whispered.

Luz and Malarkey got a good laugh out of that, and Buck grinned up at her cheekily. "I'll see you boys tomorrow," she chuckled, waving to them as she headed out of the bar and walked down the street. She was going to head back to her billet, but she paused as she was passing the pub the other officers liked to frequent. Maybe she'd drop in and see if Harry or Nix were there.

But first she needed a smoke. She leaned her back against the wall and inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes for a moment and rested her head against the cool brick wall behind her. She loved being around the boys, they were family to her, but sometimes she really appreciated the quiet moments she got to herself where she could just breathe. The door of the bar opened as she was bringing the cigarette to her lips, and when she opened her eyes and glanced to the side she was met with a surprise.

"Fancy seein' you at a bar Dick," she called, causing him to startle slightly.

"Well Valerie," he smiled, "gotta get my lemonade somewhere." She chuckled at that, bringing the cigarette to her lips and shaking her head at him. Things bad been a bit awkward between them for awhile after they'd started over, neither of them really sure what to say to the other. Eventually though they'd relaxed, and she begrudgingly had to admit she liked the guy.

"Nix and Welsh inside? I was gonna drop in to say hello."

"Oh," he snorted, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside her and tucking his hands into his pockets, "they're inside alright but they're a bit worse for wear by now."

"Well in that case I'll cut my losses and head home," Valerie laughed, tossing her cigarette on the ground and crushing it under her boot, "if I go in there now they'll keep me there all night with there yabberin'."

Dick huffed a laugh at that, nodding in agreement."It's a miracle I managed to slip out. I'm heading the same way you are, mind if I walk with you?" He asked. She nodded her assent and they started off down the road together. Valerie felt a little awkward at first. It had been weeks since they'd started over, and they'd actually been getting along quite well. But they'd never actually been alone together, and now that they were she was on uneven footing.

"Aldbourne really is a lovely place isn't it?" Dick said after awhile, and she tripped on her feet from the surprise of his voice breaking the thick silence. He immediately reached out and grabbed her arm, helping to steady her on her feet again.

"Thank you," she huffed, determinedly ignoring the embarrassed blush rising on her cheeks, "sorry, I must have stubbed my toe on a rock or something." He raised an eyebrow at her in questioning and she pointedly didn't look at him, instead choosing to continue on her way down the road.

"And yes," she said, desperate to move on from her embarrassing trip up, "Aldbourne is a gorgeous place. I'm glad we got put up here."

"In a way it reminds me of home," he contined, strolling along beside her with his hands behind his back, "I grew up in New Holland Pennsylvania. I'm used to a small town life, so this little corner of England is comforting, if that's even possible considering why we're here."

She glanced up at him and chuckled lightly at that. "I get that," she nodded, "Gene and I were pretty young when we left Bayou Chene, but I remember everybody looked out for each other, and it was the same when we moved to Morgan City."

She wasn't sure what had possessed her to be so honest with him. She hadn't mentioned to anyone about her life growing up, and as far as she knew the only people that were aware she grew up with Gene were the enlisted boys. She liked Nix and Harry and hell, even Dick too now, but she'd never really gotten personal with any of them.

"Oh," he stated, surprise evident in his voice, "I didn't know you and Doc Roe were related...."

"We're not," she cut in, her voice tightening slightly, "but we're still family. I grew up with him and his folks."

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, glancing down at his shoes as they continued to walk, "I didn't mean to pry, that was rude of me."

"No need to apologise," she stated simply, catching his gaze and smiling at him earnestly, "its just a little complicated is all." Silence settled between them again, but this time it wasn't so uncomfortable. Valerie could see candles flickering in the living room window of the Taylor's house as they approached it. She stopped at the little garden gate when they eventually reached it and turned to face him, a small smile on her lips.

"Well," she started, "this is a night for the books, that's for sure." His brows furrowed and he tilted his head to the side slightly, gazing at her quizzically. "It must be the first night in this goddamn place that it hasn't rained," she chuckled.

"You know what Valerie," he laughed, grinning brightly, "I think you're right." They grinned at each other for a beat, before Valerie looked down and scuffed her boot against the dirt.

"Thanks for walking me home Dick," she said quietly, smiling at him gratefully.

"No need to thank me," he smiled, shaking his head, "it's on my way home anyway."

She looked around for a moment, unsure of what to say next, so she decided it was high time she got to bed. "Well I'd better head in," she said, opening the latch on the gate and stepping onto the garden path, "goodnight Dick."

"Sleep well Valerie," he replied, waving to her as she walked down the path. He waited until she'd gotten in the door, waving at her again just before she closed it. Then he contined on his way home, looking forward to a cup of tea and wondering what time Harry would stumble up the stairs that night.

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[babbling-idiot]

Norman Bates x reader (Bates Motel)

How you meet: Well it started when you were visiting family in the next town over and they wanted you to stay in town but you had already paid for a hotel room at bates motel and you didn't meet Norman till after visiting your family for the day. So when you made it back you went to the lobby to ask the same woman from earlier that you met, if you could extend your stay. When you walked in and rang the little bell he walked out. At first, you were shocked, partly cause he was very attractive and also cause you expected that woman. When you came face to face with him, you both were just silent until you noticed the feeling of awkwardness "Uh hi, my name is uh, y/n. I just rented a room earlier today for a few days and was wondering if I could extend my stay for a week instead?" You say looking directly to the ground after. He nodded "O-of course, ma'am!" He said writing something down on the checklist. "You don't have to call me ma'am, makes me feel old, Um what's your name?" When he was finished writing you noticed the look on his face, he was opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish out of water and finally answered "O-ok, y/n!" He says blushing a bit before saying his name was Norman and rushing off to the back room. After that, you went back to your room and thought about what you'd do tomorrow, but before you did that you decided to shower, when you were getting slightly undressed you swear you could feel eyes on you or at least the feeling of someone looking at you. When you looked at the windows the curtains were drawn and there was no one in your room so you just brushed it off and went to the bathroom.

Second meeting: It was when you were in town and at a repair shop, your car had blown its tire and you were waiting, you became bored and decided to walk around town. You were walking past the school grounds and quite literally bumped into Norman. After apologizing profusely and blushing a shit ton, you finally asked him if he'd want to go to the cafe just a few blocks away. He agreed and it was a nice experience. You learned a lot about him. Where he moved from, a bit about his mom, his taxidermy, and how he loves doing so. He even told you about how he has a "small" anger problem......Yeah, we're just gonna leave that there. All in all your second meeting went amazing, he does keep telling his mother about you and he has developed a crush on you....shh it's a secret!

What he thinks about you: Well he watches you through that hole in the wall, wait what? Never mind, he likes you. His mother likes you as well, which is a damn Miracle I shit you not. He has a humungous crush on you that he just recently told you about, and that went well...You like him back and I'm pretty sure he may or may not have passed out after you told him that.

When he realizes he loves you: Well one day he was checking someone into the hotel. What he didn't know was that the guy had a gun and pulled it on Norman. Thankfully you were just coming back from cleaning a room. When you got closer and saw what was happening, you grabbed the bat out of your car and made your way inside. You brought the bat down onto the guy's head and he dropped to the ground. When you got the chance you called the cops and they came and got him of course, not after taking a statement from you and Norman and then they left. When you came inside after conversating with the officer you went up to Norman. He was staring at you with wide eyes. "Norman? Are you ok? Are you hurt?" You say coming closer while placing your hands on his shoulders. "I.....I'm...fine..." he says still looking at you with the same expression. "Norman, I hate to say this but, you must be lying to me. Somethings wrong or else you wouldn't be looking at me like that. You know you can tell me!" You say offering a smile his way. He takes a deep breath and is about to confess to whatever is bothering him but instead, he latches his lips onto yours in a rough but sloppy manner. Your grip tightens for only a moment before sliding your hands up to his neck, where you wrap them around it. He places his hand on your hips and brings you closer, sighing into the kiss you break apart. Breathing hard. You smile and he hugs you to his body nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. "I...I think I'm in love with you y/n..." "I think so too Norman." You say pressing a kiss to the top of his head

His favorite thing about you: Well you can see past his flaws. You don't see any, just the anger issues he says he has. He says he has flaws and all this other crap, but then he hears you telling him off on how wrong he is and anyone who says differently will have to face you. Which you have no problem with.

[wolf-stark]

You ask I deliver — both tfatws asks in one!

tfatws weekly ask 1

i finally saw ep1!! i wont be able to see ep2 until thursday at the earliest but i already have some Thots on this ep. here are the ones I remember

first is, and i'm so sorry for this, a grammar lesson. an appositive is when you stick an additional phrase in between commas, dashes, or the like. i actually just used one! the "and i'm so sorry for this" in the first sentence of this paragraph is an appositive. thing is, most english speakers don't normally use them when they speak, only in writing. so i'm always on high alert whenever i hear somebody in tv or movies use one. (it's generally a marker of bad screenwriting). anyway there was one right in the beginning of the episode. the white army guy yelling at sam wilson said "first lieutenant Torres, our intel officer, will be helping on the ground." yeah so. the writing of this series started out on the wrong foot for me. but the rest of the episode was obviously tons and tons better (every interview i see with malcolm spellman makes me love him more and more)

the contrast between the opening minutes (falcon action sequence) and the rest of the ep.... i would 100000/10 rather watch a series with just sam and bucky dealing with life. i dont give a single crap about the flag-smashers or any of that. i just want sam, sarah & fam getting their boating business back on the ground & yeeting racist dickwads, bucky going through therapy and making amends, sam and joaquin being bros, sambucky homoerotic tension, etc.

the cinnamontography! wandavision mostly used cinematography to signify era n stuff. tfatws doesn't have wv's premise to go off of, so here's some tricks i noticed:

with sam there's obviously all sorts of shots with the captain america iconography next to his face, but he hasn't totally claimed it. there's the mural of steve rogers in the background; there's sam staring into the shield like it's a spectre of steve's face; there's sam looking into the exhibit, the shield and sam separated by glass and a layer of camera focus. steve is a constant spectre, always there, an idea, a symbol himself. sam's relationship with this iconography is distanced. he is separated by glass exhibit walls. by painting canvases. he doesn't yet feel worthy to take on that iconography. this whole thing was pulled off quite well but also a bit on-the-nose if only in quantity. there's just sooooo much fancy iconography stuff

speaking of the exhibit, there's something that i get real pissy about. it's when like, there's an action going on you're supposed to be paying attention to but the cinematographer is like,,,, hey! check out this location! or this headline! or something! there was a lot of that in the exhibit. the camera was like, you could focus on sam and rhodey's convo (which was fine but could have been so much better with an extra like 10 minutes of deep character study talk) but noooo you want me to look at the symbol for the united nations and read all the text about bucky who hasn't even showed up yet. shut up i know the lore and ill watch the shot-by-shot breakdown yt vids you don't have to make the shot this long jkdsalcjklasejf

my fav trick was with bucky and the therapist. i had seen a clip of the scene with bucky and the therapist beforehand and i thought the cinnamontography was super obnoxious, but then i was like, oh duh. the shots frequently change the distance between the camera and its subject. sometimes it's uncomfortably close and sometimes it's really far. a clear allegory for the duality of therapy, esp for bucky! therapy is an invasive process wherein he is ruthlessly examined, picked apart, and berated for his trauma (this therapist is crap in every way btw, "mean therapist" works for greg house and greg house only). so the camera goes close. it makes the viewer claustrophobic like bucky. but when he's like "no i haven't had any nightmares" the camera suddenly goes really far. we see bucky as this tiny head in the center of the bottom of the frame. we are distanced from him. he has pushed us away. we cannot see him. he lies because he is vulnerable. so yeah, amazing work there. the therapy scene was hard to watch on purpose!

did bucky slip a note to yori inside the dollar bill? bucky stop making me emooooo. the suuper awkward fake smile has me 😭 (veteran trying to adjust!)

mark my worrrrds when sam asks someone y the govt picked john “white bread” walker they’re gonna say “we needed somebody everyone can get behind....someone uncontroversial, someone everyone can see themselves in” like that exact racist dog whistle

tfatws weekly ask 2

just saw ep2 so im taking advantage of the 2 seconds i can be on tumblr without worrying about tfatws spoilers before new episode drops

when isaiah said "your people put me in prison for being a hero" and bucky thought "your people" means hydra. 🤦‍♂️

speaking of racism, the interplay between sam being Black (anti-Black racism) and sam being the Falcon (negrophilia, "can i take a selfie w you as i deny you a loan?") and the intersection between the two (j*hn lichrally called sam "steve's wingman"! he takes the crypto out of crypto-racist in like 2 seconds!) !!!!!!!! a Black celebrity's Black experience, the separation of man and identity!!!! (thinking about vanessa bayer in snl in that skit "beyonce is black" telling her black friend "you're not black, you're...my girl!")

after sam gets racially profiled by cops we see j*hn standing in front of cop cars cinematic parallels turns out j*hn is racist who knew

this therapist sucks major ass but she got bucky and sam together in the same room and ready to collaborate...that's something ig. it was lichrally couple's therapy she said she used her miracle exercise with couples sambucky antis get blended

bucky says "he was wrong about you so maybe he was wrong about me"...that's not how people talk. when therapist asks bucky, the guy who doesn't talk at all about himself, "y do you hate sam", the last thing bucky's gonna do is actually connect his hatred of sam to his own self-worth issues. bucky generally refuses to talk about himself, so why would he talk about himself in the one context that nobody ever links back to their own neuroses: hatred of other people? one thing human beings hate most is admitting we're wrong. admitting you hate someone because of your own issues? that's a major therapeutic step. bucky would absolutely have to be prompted to do that. even like one or two lines of dialogue more would have set up that line better. but in terms of the actual thought? an amazing way to take the sam/bucky relationship. bucky bases his self-worth on steve believing in him, and if steve is wrong bucky has no self-worth, so 1) he has to develop self-worth disassociated from steve's assessment of him and 2) he has to love himself before he can love sam, and 3) he has to realize that sam giving up the shield is a sign of sam's humility not his unworthiness.

conversely, we don't get into why sam hates bucky? yeah sam has the right to hate a guy that has tried to kill him (albeit while brainwashed) multiple times, and now shows up in his life just to bash him but. everything happens so fast i cant follow their relationship

in fact i dont feel like i understood much of anything. like y did bucky and sam go on that mission together? how connected are sam/bucky/joaquin with the government? doesn't bucky just want to retire now? literally what is everyone doing/feeling and why???

if battlestar becomes a knowing commentary on the black best friend stereotype i'm gonna party, but i dont expect much of that

the interplay between man and symbol. captain america is obviously a symbol. the shield is obviously a symbol. but steve rogers? the. man behind the cowl? he too seems to become a symbol. a paragon of a good guy, so good he's unreachable. steve was just a guy stop idolizing him the last thing steve would want is to be idolized

as the resident musician/music nerd on mcublr, 1) that captain america rally music slaps, but 2) re: the song at the end of the ep, if you're just gonna rip off mozart's lacrymosa then at least play mozart's lacrymosa. we wont blame you the lacrymosa slaps (if you dont know what im talking about go on yt and search it up youll recognize it fo sho

look i love enfys nest as much as the next guy but if tfatws is gonna get erin kellyman to play another innocent little gurl blackmailed into the fakeout-villain position (her text seemed to suggest as such) then 😡 like why can't women just....be evil? young, freckly, innocent-looking women? girls are not untouchable pure objects but full of rage and resentment just as much as anyone can be

bonus ep1 comment: bucky says about that senator whose car he hijacked, "she continued to abuse the power i gave her." fictionaldarling on yt say that he says "i" because he can't disassociate himself from his winter soldier persona which begets endless and senseless guilt. like dude. can i not be emo for like 1 second.

OKay. First off, as much I enjoy your sending it to me, what made you decide to send me these??

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TFATWS WA #1

Don't worry about getting this to me as early as possible. I usually don't watch the episode right away.

1. Cool writing lesson.

2. Everyone wants a comedy show [like Friends] about the MCU superheroes.

3. Cinematography is always a beautiful thing.

4. Sam definitely has to carve his own Captain America status for himself, outside of Steve's ya know everything.

5. They have to do that for people who was just now tuning in because they're in love with Sam Wilson or Sharon Carter.

6. I think the therapist was taking a 'tough love' approach for Bucky, because she likely has some very strong opinions about the literal assassin she's been assigned to give therapy too. She did not choose to talk to him, she was assigned that make that clear in the second episode.

And, Bucky isn't lying when he said it wasn't a nightmare. It wasn't a nightmare, it was a resurfaced memory. So, technically he wasn't lying - and yes, the camera does move away because while he's saying he didn't have a nightmare, he's not expanding on what actually happened - so, he's still pushing the therapist/us away.

7. Bucky, and Steve, have/had a TON to adjust to.

8. Yeah, I agree that will be the bullshit line they give. If they ever actually talk about it.

TFATW WA #2

Yeah, always got to take advantage of avoiding those spoilers lmfaoo.

1. Honestly, that line was double meaning. Both about White people and Hydra [which is made up of mostly white supremacists/nazis] So, the line is gesturing to both White People in general and Hydra assholes together. I think the terminology is “double edge sword”??

2. This whole paragraph structure confused me, ngl - so I'm going to answer it the best I can. I do like that they're not ignoring the fact that Sam being Black is 1000% the reason he's not the Official Captain America - because the gov't is racist as hell.

I also like the little lines about how they point out little things about Sam's Falcon persona, like that kid calling him 'Black Falcon' specifically and Sam's response show the split between Sam and Falcon itself.

John is a dick for calling Sam the wingman of Steve Rogers. Sam was a hero all on his own before Steve asked him to join up again. [Side note, it's lichrally??]

3. Exactly, the parallel of Sam being profiled and surrounded while just on the street and John being surrounded by fans and being able to spring Bucky with apparently only a few sentences shows a Loooooot

4. Honestly, at this point I wonder if she's not actually a therapist and is just an agent assigned to assess Bucky outside of an Official Building. I do know, however, that her 'look at each other and speak' exercise is actually a real therapy practice. It's just a little slower.

5. Actually, I think he would've blurted that out. That whole line. I don't think Bucky hates Sam. I think they could've done the scene better, but I think that had Sam prodded him/the therapist been more annoying Bucky would've lost control of his emotions and blurted out the whole "If he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me" but I feel like the writing for this show is just... not there. Sometimes you blurt shit when you get overemotional and I think that was what Bucky was supposed to be like.

6. I don't think Sam hates Bucky, I think he doesn't trust him though. I do wish they'd talked about that though. The whole 'talk to each other' scene should've been a LOT longer and a LOT slower.

7. Sam and Bucky's relationship is being fast tracked because they don't really know how to work the relationship out, writers-room-wise. Bucky is technically retired, but I feel like he's trying to live up to Steve's expectations and doing what Steve would've done and we all know that if Steve was there, Steve would've jumped on that plane with Sam. It looks like Sam/Bucky/Joaquin are a side-team based from Military services but as Sam says they're all free agents so...?

8. Sadly, They seem to just be propping up to be another stereotype.

9. Captain America is a symbol. Steve Rogers is a man. But now Steve Rogers is an idol because of all the shit he's been through and honestly, it's not a bad thing he's become an idol for people - it's using Steve as a reason to make White Bread Walker the next Captain that makes Steve's idolization so fucked.

10. I don't know anything about music so I have no opinion here, sorry.

11. Enfys?? Also, I think they did the whole Innocent Girl Thing as side commentary for Bucky lowering his guard about seeing a young girl rather than a guy.

12. Bucky is the Winter Solider. The Winter Solider is Bucky. That is how Bucky will always see it because although he was brainwashed, it was still him and he remembers all of it. When you have constant memories of something 'someone else' did, you tend to not be able to pull the two personas out of each other. I want Bucky to take up the title, White Wolf instead of Winter Soldier. Honest.

This is all my opinion, I’m honestly a little disappointed with the writing of TFATWS so far so... I’m not really optimistic about this.

[loftec]

Hi i don't know if anyone haven't ask you about it or i'm the only one who wants to read it but CAN YOU PLEASE SHARE YOUR NOTES (ch.44) i don't know if you were serious about that but i really would love to read them cause i'm obsessed with everything what is ntw related 🖤 hope ur well

Hi friend! It’s possibly just you (or one other person, in case of separate anons) but that is enough! I was absolutely serious. 

Note on the notes! This is not all of it, because my notes for this chapter were often repetitive and very messy, and some older notes were from four years ago when I didn’t bother writing things out properly, so they barely make sense even to me. But! I’ve done my best to sort everything in some kind of linear order, and removed most of the repetition. And, well, you asked for it... sorry! 🖤

Ian shows up in the morning, Mickey digs out the magazine Iggy stole from Amelia’s dentist’s office the other day and confronts Ian about the big-ass article in Rolling Stone about IAN’S BAND, says he’s listened to some of their songs, takes out a paper where he’s written down some lyrics that sound strangely familiar.

You’re famous!

I’m in a band, people know about us right now, tomorrow they might not. I’m not famous.

You’re kinda famous.

Ian talks about Mickey recognizing him because of Frank. Hints that there might be several songs inspired by Mickey. It’s awkward as fuck, didn’t want you to know.

Were you ever gonna tell me?

Oh yeah, I had a plan. 3 dates, dinner and a movie, day out with Yev, dinner at my place turned vigorous love-making. Second prong; cohabitation, engagement, marriage, then on our wedding night I tell you about crushing on Justin Timberlake when I was 12,

then I tell you I’m semi-famous, if it still applies.

Mickey thinks his face might be on fire.

What the?

I’m fucking with you, Mick. Figured you already knew.

This again?

You angry?

No, I’m not fucking angry. Just-

Freaked out.

Kinda, yeah.

You shouldn’t be. Please.

It’s weird that I didn’t know, I feel like a schmuck. (And I’m pretty sure by your count we’ve already been on those first two dates.)

I’m sorry. I thought you knew and by some fucking miracle didn’t treat me different. I’d been gearing up to maybe have to have this conversation on our date, ‘cause it’s shit sometimes, you know? I don’t do interviews and I never talk about myself when I gotta do them, but there’s still a limelight and a lot of bullshit that complicates

I’ve been crushing on you since we met basically, and I thought I’d just… let it run its course, keep my mouth shut about it and deal until it went away and we could remain friends without me fucking it up.

Didn’t work, by the way.

Good.

Mickey is talking about it with Etch, who suggests that Ian’s been writing at the diner for a reason.

Etch looks up some lyrics and Mickey caps locks them to Ian

You might have inspired a few lately…

Fuck off. How many?

Since we met? Pretty much all of them.

Maybe one or two made it on to the album, but I wrote those before we really got to know each other so they’re just like… about moments, and how I would feel around you.

Didn’t think of it as creepy but it kinda sounds that way now.

No it’s fine

I won’t do it again.

Said it’s fine. Kinda like it.

Yeah?

You gonna tell me which ones are about me, or is that a secret too?

What are you doing tonight?

Thought you said you were going on tour?

We are, it starts tonight. It’s a small fan club gig here in Chicago.

You have a fan club?

Kinda. I’ll put you on the guest list if you want to come.

(Mickey calls Svetlana to make sure Yevgeny can stay with her over the weekend.)

It’s fine if you don’t want to, we’ll do something else when I get back.

Calm your tits Gallagher, course I wanna go. Needed to make sure I’ve got Yev covered.

Oh okay, good. You’re on the list. Doors at 7, gig starts at 8, no support.

You’ve got no chill.

(Ian doesn’t answer for a while)

I like it.

Good, that was torture. Never doing that again.

(Etch teases him about having his nose in his phone, and makes him aware of new guests arriving)

Gotta get back to work

Yeah, me too. See you tonight?

No chill at all.

Ian invites him to the concert and gives Mickey his phone number. Mickey makes sure Yevgeny stays with his mom on saturday, and after work he goes home and gets ready. Showers and cleans himself thoroughly, puts on cologne and a band t-shirt he hasn’t worn in ages, it’s gotten kinda tight on him since he got it. (He puts on a dress shirt first, tucks it into his pants and glares at his reflection).

He’s on the guest list when he gets there, the girl in the box office can’t find him at first but then Anne shows up and points him out, he’s on the VIP list and gets a pass that he’s told he needs to carry so it’s visible. He makes a point of shoving it in the admission guy’s face, but then shoves the ostentatious thing down the pocket of his jeans. Anne shows him in and tells him about the gig, about how the fan club got started. Anne says he can go backstage but he says he’ll pass, thank you. He gets a beer and finds a good spot, there’s a balcony halfway through the venue where he’s got a perfect view of the stage without having to stand in the front.

They text a little, Mickey says he’s there and Ian says he’ll make a sign when they play a song inspired by him.

run-through of the concert, Ian touches the side of his nose when the song is about Mickey. He’s sexy as fuck, and has some ridiculous stripper moves.

He takes off his hoodie at some point, and sweating through his tank he and Anne put on gloves and start hitting the barrels with crowbars.

Anne is the maestro, maybe Ian crowd surfs at some point? Warren Ellis that violin, man. He has little routines with Anne, and some with Jon too. One song, Anne gets one of his guitars and he does noisy stuff with his violin and plays on the oil barrels with Stran, completely in sync.  

They got some good stage banter going, and at some point Ian does a Tom Waits impression, and Anne groans and says he’ll sing the whole thing if they’re not careful. There’s a reason why he’s

For the encore, Ian touches the side of his nose and they start playing a song, Anne saying that this is a first. It looks like Ian is about to sing, but then it looks like he changes his mind and they start playing a song that Mickey sure as fuck hope isn’t about him. The insufferable man on a date right next to Mickey tells the woman he’s with that they were about to play the mysterious title track from their last album that never ended up on the record

“it’s derivative, but cute”

how can it be a title track if it’s not on the album

the guy talks about how he’s got a friend working as an engineer in the studio and he’s sent him an early demo version. It’s not their best song by far, but it’s cool that pretty much no one else has heard it.

Mickey asks the girl if she’s ok with this joker, and she says she’s fine. He offers to get her a cab or something, if she wants to get out of there.

She says she’s not interested

Lady, if I wanted to get with either of you, it wouldn’t be you. Just sayin, I ain’t picky, but that guy would’ve gotten the boot ten minutes into the date if he were here with me, no offense.

WHAT IF.

The concert is over, and crowd starts to let up. Then a fight breaks out at the front and Mickey makes his way towards it. It’s over before he gets there, and sees a guy in his 40s with a bleeding nose, and Lip shaking out his fist, a security guard between them.

Mickey talks to the guard and defuses the situation, putting the bleeding man in the position of a sad overzealous fan. It somehow warms Lip to him, absurdly, and he finds himself apologized to, Lip shaking his hand and wincing when Mickey grips his bruised knuckles a little too hard. Lip vaguely explains that that was an old ex of Ian’s, a real piece of work, and then offers Mickey to come backstage with them to see Ian. Mickey declines.

It’s Lip, Carl and Debbie (Liam is too young, and Fiona too pregnant).

“I was drunk, and wrong, and when I’m wrong I say I’m wrong. (IT’S FROM DIRTY DANCING YOU LITERALLY FORGET EVERY TIME AND HAVE TO GOOGLE IT WHENEVER READING THIS NOTE should I really be quoting Baby’s dad in this fic? Probably. If anyone can, it’s Lip.) And Ian tells me you’ve been there for him a lot lately

I wouldn’t say that

But he did, he doesn’t tell me a lot these days, but he told me that.

Mickey gets another beer at the bar as people mill towards the merch and exit, he sits on a stool with an eye on the backstage passage. He watches the band come out to talk to some of the lingering fans and sign shit. Ian comes out and is immediately surrounded by fans, he locks eyes with Mickey across the room and Mickey raises his beer in a silent cheers. Ian comes up to him after a few minutes, he looks damp and exhilarated and unexpectedly nervous,

How was it?

Not bad, Gallagher.

he asks Mickey over. He has to pack up his shit and do the rounds, but he’ll be done in half an hour, tops. Mickey says he’ll meet him outside.

Ian leaves and Mickey finishes his beer, watching Ian talk to some fans, signing shit and taking pictures. He goes for a piss and then goes out for a smoke.

Ian comes out after twenty minutes, carrying two guitar cases and a large wheelie-bag. Mickey takes one of the guitars off his hands and they walk together.

(maybe Ian has a banjo and he gives it to Mickey to carry and Mickey is all really? I wanna kick your ass so bad right now, country boy, but then carries it anyway.) (banjos are cool)

Walk from the club. Mickey mentions talking to Lip. They talk about Ian’s Tom Waits impression. You’re not musically illiterate at all! Talk about Mickey’s Radiohead tee that he stole from a hookup when he was sixteen, he’s grown into it now. Talk about Ian’s onstage dancing, used to be a stripper, well, not saying you can’t still do private performances (?? you know what I mean! this is not what they’re saying but you’ll remember it) (Note from 2020: I DID NOT REMEMBER IT.)

Talk about wanting to learn playing the trumpet. Don’t have trumpet playing lips.

”Sure you and your lips can do whatever you set your heart to, I believe in you.”

Looks at Mickey and smiles.

”What?”

”You’ve been flirting with me since we first met, haven’t you?”

”Maybe.”

”Huh”

“What?”

“Oh nothing.” “Just re-evaluating everything you’ve ever said to me.”

”Re-evaluate this;” gives Ian the finger.

”That an invitation?”

”Fuck you is what it is,”

“sounds like an invitation.”

Ian tells him a little about his different instruments, Mickey picks up the beat up guitar Gus first gave to Ian and strums it, Ian asks him to play him something but Mickey snorts and says he’s counting on getting laid tonight and him playing would be detrimental to that plan. Ian doesn’t think so, but accepts it when Mickey gives him the guitar.

”I’ve walked some thousand miles,” he starts softly, eyes on his left hand, moving over the strings, ”I have slept many hundred nights, and people’ve said hello and bye through the years since you were mine. But don’t think I’ll stop my mourning, don’t I know it’s overdue. Just because I’ve gotten older, none the wiser I cry for you.”

”Honey, cutie, sweetie-pie,” ”My darling boy, sweet old times, as long as I keep you in mind I will remember what love is like. So, don’t think I’ll stop my mourning, don’t I know it’s overdue.”

”Just because I’ve gotten older, none the wiser.”

”I cry for you.”

I’M THINKING OF WRITING MY OWN SONG BECAUSE I WAS THIS MOMENT TO BE MORE BEFORE SUNSET THAN ANYTHING, ALL SMILES AND DRAMA FREE. SO MAYBE A TEXT THAT IS A LITTLE MORE STRAIGHTFORWARD.

Ian plays the song and when he’s done, Mickey kisses him and they have really enthusiastic sex on the couch. Mickey is about to leave after when Ian invites him to stay,

How about some long-ass foreplay on the couch and then they move into the bedroom.

They start on the couch, they take it to the bedroom, they collapse on the bed after and Mickey is feeling too good to argue when Ian mumbles at him to “stay”.

(Sings the song, says it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a song, it’s one quick thought put under a spotlight. Feeling like he should have known Mickey his whole life already. It’s too much, isn’t it? In the kitchen.

”do you normally take guys home and serenade them?”

”nah, don’t think it’d be very effective with most.”

”But you figured I’d swoon?”

”Figured you’d want the truth.”

”which is?”)

??? Need to find a good mix of excitement and new and easy, balanced with ho shit wtf are we doing this isn’t going to end well i think i fucking love him shut the fuck up. needs to be sexy and a little rough, as well as painfully sincere against better knowledge. kissing will do that. they’re doing stuff the way they usually do stuff, but for some reason it feels completely different.

Important that Mickey kisses him.

They stand up and stand chest to chest, Ian says they don’t have to do anything, Mickey says shut up and get naked

he helps ian take his shirt off and kisses him the second his face comes back into view

They fucks on the couch.

OR ALT FADE CUT END and don’t go explicit. Just saying, it’s an option. A valid option.

They can go at it in one of the sequels? Like the roadtrip can be more explicit? If I want? But also not?

I mean, there is such a thing as a nice middle ground right.

I just don’t think I’m interested in going all out porn after 40+ chapters of whatever.

THEY KISS AND THEN THERE’S A MOTHERFUCKING FADE TO BLACK MY FRIEND, BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I HAVE DECIDED. Soz

WHAT IF!!

Iggy comes in, is all: guess what I found at the dentist this morning?

M: again? Did Amelia break another tooth?

I: It’ll grow back, take a look at this

E: Did you steal that from the dentist’s office?

M: Rolling Stone, wtf?

E: your dentist’s got rolling stone?

Mickey reads the headlines out loud as a customer comes in and asks Etch about something they’ve lost the other day, and Etch starts rifling through boxes behind the counter as Mickey moves over to sit down in Ian’s booth, rifling through the magazine.

M: what am I looking for?

I: I marked the page

E: what’s this note?

Mickey starts reading the article, realizing that the blurred picture is of Ian, and the interview is with Ian, and holy shit. Ian is legit famous.

Etch starts reading the list of coffees, eventually turning the page over and pointing out that there’s a phone number.

Iggy comes to the diner in the morning, Etch is rifling through stuff behind the counter and Mickey is doing the rounds with the few guests still there after the morning rush.

Iggy shows him the magazine he found at the dentist’s and Etch is in the background like wtf is this, reading from Ian’s note with the coffee orders, Mickey only half listens, trying to take in the fact that Ian is fucking famous.

Etch says there’s a phone number too and Mickey brushes him off.

Then he’s like, hold the fuck up! And gets the note from the trash and tries the number, and Ian fucking answers. And they have the you’re famous conversation on the phone and voila, Mickey has his number and vice versa.

So Mickey calls Ian in the morning, then there’s text talk during the day.

From Ian

So, you’ve had my number for x days and you only now decided to use it?

That’s cold.

From Mickey

You wrote it on a piece of paper you then balled up and threw on the floor, asshole, it’s a miracle it didn’t end up in the trash. didn’t know I had it until this morning.

You suck at this. (This is a nice revelation that he likes, but Maybe that doesn’t come across in text.

Not a complaint btw, just gleeful observation.

From Ian

Are we still on?

From Mickey

Of course.

Dumbass.

Ian

I probably deserved that.

At some point Mickey starts capslocking and sending lyrics to Ian, who has to explain through text why he’s written songs about Mickey, saying that he’ll point them out tonight.

HERE’S A QUESTION

SHOULD I SKIP THE WHOLE “WRITING SONGS ABOUT MICKEY” BUSINESS??

Isn’t it enough that Ian is famous and kept this fact from Mickey? Isn’t the writing songs business a little creepy? and if he did write songs about Mickey, would he really publish them without Mickey’s consent? No. Maybe I’m deliriously tired and about to fall ill right now, but I actually think I should skip that part. It’s a little sad because it’s been part of this idea for three years, but if I’m uncertain about it now imagine how I’m going to feel about it later?

When I started writing this story, it was supposed to be a quick and silly thing, and now it’s something else. It’s not important or anything, but also it is. To me. And making a decision on the rating was a big deal for me, and I think this is another one of those things. I’ve been holding on to this idea for so long but when I really think about it, is it even romantic? It’s romantic in that kind of teenage dream way, maybe? It’s more romantic to me if they fall in love for reasons other than Ian writing songs. But he’s written NTW, and he still thinks about performing it live, but we skip the whole thing about songs being about Mickey.

So they talk on the phone in the morning, and then there’s a text coming in after a little while asking if Mickey wants to come to the show.

HEYHO IT’S A REVOLUTION AND I FEEL FREE

Mickey and Ian text after the show (after Mickey declines going backstage) Ian asks him to meet him round back in twenty minutes. When Mickey goes out there, he sees Ian talking to a couple of fans by the bus and Mickey hangs back to smoke while he waits. The fans leave and Ian looks around, checks his watch, he has a bunch of guitars with him.

I AM LEANING HEAVILY TOWARDS MICKEY KISSING IAN HERE. He’s like “Stop, hold this” giving Ian back the guitar, so he can grab on to him and kiss him, smiling against Ian lips as the guitar tips over and clatters against the asphalt.

They’re outside Ian’s house, Ian says he has to get up at an unholy hour tomorrow. Invites him in anyway.

They’re in the elevator, then they’re in Ian’s apartment. Ian plays him the song, Before sunset ending.

almost none of that rhymed, just letting you know. kinda embarrassing.

(almost none of that rhymed, just letting you know. kinda embarrassing.

yeah, it’s not a very good song. is why we cut it from the record

oh yeah? thought it was ‘cause of the like, intensely personal subject

that too)

They smile at each other like fools and Mickey feels like he is exactly where he’s supposed to be, and there’s no rush. Fade to black.

Etch finds the paper, says there’s a phone number on it. Mickey dials the number and goes out back as it rings out. When Ian answers, he reads a question from the interview and they talk.

He goes back into the diner and basically blows the whole thing off, it doesn’t make any difference to him and he has to go back to work. Yevgeny does his homework and Iggy leaves, and Ian invites Mickey to the gig via text. Etch invites Yevgeny to stay over at theirs for a movie night.

Does Mickey tell Yev about the gig?

Start with Mickey out back, smoking. The phone rings and he waits for Etch to take it, but it keeps ringing. He bangs the door and yells PHONE and then it stops ringing. He kills the cigarette and goes back inside. Etch is behind the counter talking on the phone and going through the lost and found, looking for whatever the caller has lost. Mickey clears a table. It’s afternoon. Etch hangs up but keeps going through stuff in the box, talking to Mickey, when Iggy comes in.

It’s maybe more like afternoon (?) when Iggy comes in and shows Mickey the magazine. He calls Ian and they have a quick conversation (he probably goes outside to have it, to escape his audience) and they establish that Ian is sorta famous. Then they text back and forth a little, until Ian invites him to the show.

Mickey calls Svet to arrange it so Yev can stay with her, and then accepts. He goes home after work to eat, have a shower and change out of his clothes. He wears the only band tee he owns, mostly because it’s funny and because it’s kinda tight and he doesn’t think he looks too bad in it (and a dress shirt is way too much for a concert not-date, not that he tried on a couple first. Then he does a little bit of cyberstalking only to find very little personal information and a lot of crazy fans. Maybe he watches a couple of music videos, but they’re all really weird cartoons so they give him nothing. They’re cool though, and guess the music’s alright, even though he doesn’t have a connection yet to it so it’s hard to tell if he likes it.

Yevgeny calls, because Mickey switched the days and he wants to know why. Mickey asks if he knows about the Broken Bells, and Yev’s like duh who doesn’t? And freaks out when Mickey tells him about Ian. He doesn’t tell him about the whole date situation though, just that he’s going to the concert. Maybe Yev asks for some merch.

Mickey takes an Uber to the venue, even though it’s not too far from the diner (but on the other side, so at least a 30 minute walk) and it seems like they’ve already started letting people in. He hangs back until the admissions office is clear and then tells the lady that he’s on some kinda guest list. She can’t find him, and he’s about to give up and go home when he sees a familiar figure in the background. He calls her Stay-puft first, but then also remembers that her name is Anne and calls her that too. She remembers him, and finds him on a different (VIP) list, the venue staff woman is embarrassed, but Anne is borderline flirting she’s so nice about the mistake. Mickey gets a pass that he’s supposed to keep around his neck, but he shows it to the guards and then tucks it down his back pocket. Anne shows him inside the venue and asks if he wants to come backstage and say hello, but he kindly declines.

He has a quick peruse of the merch table (he checks the CDs, and then sees a smaller table next to the merch with a guy handing out pins, Mickey talks to him and finds out that it’s “fan club” pins to commemorate the gig and Mickey asks if his VIP pass gets him one, it does, and then the guy asks if Mickey wants to sign up for the newsletter) and then gets a beer, before finding a good spot on the mezzanine floor. He’s got a balcony railing for support and beer holder, and he’s got an excellent view of the stage. The floor is filling up with people packing themselves against the front. He texts Ian saying he’s here and they text a little back and forth. He gets someone to watch his spot and goes to the restroom. There, he finds a kid getting cornered by a middle-aged man. The kid looks vaguely familiar and not older than sixteen. Mickey steps in and casually accuses the guy of creeping on a kid and the guy immediately backs off, the kid says thanks and that he’s eighteen (because it’s an 18+ gig) and Mickey says sure.

Getting back to his spot, There is a douchebag on a date behind him that he wants to move away from, but he doesn’t want to surrender his good spot. He decides to tune him out, he’ll hopefully shut up once the set starts. It’s just a couple of minutes after eight when the lights dim and a song comes on louder than before, and the band start coming out on the stage. Ian is wearing jeans and a hoodie, like he normally does, but he’s clean shaven and his normally smiling face is set in blank determination. Anne is the front person, and she commands the audience with the slightest gesture. It’s obvious that the venue is filled with old fans, they all know exactly what to do exactly when she asks them to do it. Ian’s got like four guitars and a whole lot of other shit around him, and he’s super focused on doing his stuff, but now and then he does little routines with Anne and Jon, and gets a big cheer for his occasional solos.

A few songs in, Ian gets up to stand on one of the oil barrels, and Anne starts banging on it with a crowbar. That’s when Mickey starts to really get into it. It’s cool, and it’s a lot harder than Ian made it out to be, but kind of theatrical at the same time. Ian is brilliant, even though he dances like an uncoordinated stripper.

There is banter between the songs, mainly between Anne and Stran (girl sure bangs those drums!) Anne starts banging one of the oil barrels again and Ian and Jon do a little step dance next to each other across the scene.

At some point Ian takes off his hoodie. He’s wearing a white tank and he’s already sweating through it. He gives his guitar to Anne and puts on gloves. Him and Stran do a little bant-y thing and then they start a new song by both banging the barrels in unison while Anne and Jon start playing (maybe Jon plays something else, like an electric piano or a marimba?). At the crescendo of the song, Ian takes out a baseball bat and goes to town on the barrel, sweat shining on his muscly arms and his wet hair flopping down his forehead.

They go off the stage, but come back when the crowd chants a song, stomping their feet and clapping their hands. Anne says they’ve got one more song for them, and they start playing. She moves away from the microphone and it looks for a second like Ian is going to step up and sing. Douchebag behind Mickey tells his date about an unreleased b-side to the last album. But then Ian steps back and says something to Stran, who nods and moves into a slightly different beat. Without blinking Anne, steps back up to the mic and sings the last song.

Some of the crowd lingers by the stage after the lights have gone back on, but most move towards the bar or the merch table. Mickey hangs back to watch the crew take down the stage, and the two oil barrels being handed over to someone in the audience, along with set lists and left-over picks. Walking down from the mezzanine floor to go look for the restrooms, a fight breaks out on the floor. Mickey immediately recognizes one of them as Lip and the other one as the creep from the bathroom, and intervenes by clearly positioning himself on Lip’s side and reminding the creep that he could get him in trouble, the creep backs off and agrees when Mickey tells the security guards it was an accident (in a way that isn’t obviously helpful, but in the end still makes sure that Lip isn’t hurt or arrested for punching a guy) (because he did, he punched a guy, who is thrown out by the guards after Mickey’s intervention). Lip, Carl, Debbie, and Liam is there, but it’s only Lip who knows who Mickey is. He hangs back to talk to Mickey while his siblings go backstage (and PROBABLY DOESN’T tell him a little bit about the guy being Ian’s ex, making it clear that Lip really doesn’t like him). He also apologizes to Mickey for last time. He asks if Mickey wants to go backstage, but Mickey declines. He’s decided earlier with Ian through text that he’ll wait for him and thinks it’s better to do it somewhere that isn’t backstage where he might get asked questions and have to talk to people who aren’t Ian.

He gets another beer and stands in the bar next to the merch, watching as Ian and the rest of the band come out to sign some stuff and shake hands. Ian still looks slightly damp from sweat, even though he’s obviously changed clothes and run a towel through his hair. Mickey wonders if his skin tastes like salt. He drinks his beer.

Ian comes up to him after a little while, asking well? (or texts him, which probably makes more sense? But I also want Mickey to see Ian post-show)

Not bad Gallagher, not bad at all.

Ian looks pleased and asks if Mickey wants to come over, even though Ian has an early morning. Mickey says yes and Ian asks him to wait until they’re done packing up.

Mickey finishes his beer, goes to the restroom (where he sees douchebag by the urinal) and then he goes outside to wait for Ian. (He talks to douchebag’s date and offers to get her a taxi before the guy comes out.) He smokes a cigarette, and before he knows it, Ian is by his side, carrying a fuck ton of guitars. They decide to walk, for some reason, talking on the way.

HEY

Ian says he’s got a car coming and they walk a little bit to where they’re getting picked up. They talk about trumpet lips and stuff and Mickey kisses him. They get interrupted by the car arriving, and Ian picks up his guitars and says “you coming?”

Fuck yes

They sit in silence in the car, but it’s a good one. Ian says

Lip told me what you did back there.

He didn’t tell you shit.

He did, told me you stepped in and stopped him from getting arrested

He was getting his ass kicked, someone had to help the guy

And Liam told me you got him out of a tough situation in the restroom

That was Liam? Some pedo’s creeping on a kid by the urinal, I’m not gonna stand by doing nothing.

You know that’s not what happened

Yeah, well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

He isn’t a pedo, and Lip would’ve beat the shit outta him if you hadn’t stepped in.

You defending this guy?

No, trying to say thanks.

You’re shit at it.

Thank you, Mickey

Better.

So… friend of yours.

No. (Ian isn’t forthcoming with the info)

Alright, whatever.

And he’s definitely not someone I wanna talk about, tonight.

(Ian is smiling at him, all the promise in the world in his eyes)

Fucking fair enough.

They arrive.

OR Ian joins Mickey outside and they stand around and talk

They talk about Ian’s Tom Waits impression. You’re not musically illiterate at all! Talk about Mickey’s Radiohead tee that he stole from a hookup when he was sixteen, he’s grown into it now. Talk about Ian’s onstage dancing, used to be a stripper, well, not saying you can’t still do private performances (?? you know what I mean! this is not what they’re saying but you’ll remember it)

Talk about wanting to learn playing the trumpet. Don’t have trumpet playing lips.

”Sure you and your lips can do whatever you set your heart to, I believe in you.”

Looks at Mickey and smiles.

”What?”

”You’ve been flirting with me since we first met, haven’t you?”

”Maybe.”

”Huh”

“What?”

“Oh nothing.” “Just re-evaluating everything you’ve ever said to me.”

”Re-evaluate this;” gives Ian the finger.

”That an invitation?”

”Fuck you is what it is,”

“sounds like an invitation.”

That’s when a taxi pulls up and Ian walks toward it

Could use some help with these.

They ride in silence

They carry Ian’s instruments from the car, and Ian says something cute

Mickey’s like “Stop, hold this” giving Ian back the guitar, so he can grab on to him and kiss him, smiling against Ian lips as the guitar tips over and clatters on the asphalt.

They’re outside Ian’s house, Ian says he has to get up at an unholy hour tomorrow. Invites him in anyway.

There he asks Ian to play him something that other people don’t get to hear (mostly to be a cheeky monkey, but also because he wants it) and Ian plays him None the wiser.

I’ve walked a thousand miles to end up in your corner booth

Grinning idiot when you bitch, falling fool for your dirty mouth

Sitting on my busy hands when you swagger by and I say -

Hey waiter, pour some coffee in my cup and bring me my toast, before you fuck me up

I’ve been in some thousand fights and it’s clear that so have you, too

Faded threats and cigarettes, sharp glass polished by the sea

Wish you’d put your hands on me and make your feelings clear

Hey waiter

meet me ‘round the back door, tell me I’ve got it wrong and fuck me up some more

‘Cause I’ve fallen a thousand times but never felt this way before, like I should have met you long ago

Walked with you by my side and had your back through thick and thin

Sickness and health, come what may, and I say-

Hey waiter

pop the damn champagne

None the wiser

you fuck me up again

Hey waiter

tell me you’ll be mine

I’ll give you my life

and fuck you up in kind

I wish I was just a plain white shirt

then you could wear me off to work

and I’d be one of the things you keep close to your heart

soft white cotton wrapped around your heart

(Contrasts have faded now

but color still haunt my mind

And words ripped off from their lines

Make bitter tears flood my eyes

Don’t think I’ll stop my mourning

Don’t I know it’s overdue

Just because I’ve gotten older

None the wiser, I cry for you)

Honey, cutie, sweetie-pie

My darling boy, sweet old times

As long as I keep you in mind

I will remember what love is like

So, don’t think I’ll stop my mourning

Don’t I know it’s overdue

Just because I’ve gotten older

None the wiser, I cry for you

’Cause I always say ’I love you’

when I mean ’turn out the light’

And I say ’let’s run away’

when I just mean ’stay the night’

But the words you want to hear

you will never hear from me

I’ll never say ’happy anniversary’

Never stay to say ’happy anniversary’

Bom-chaka bom-chak 23 verses

And he climbed up a mountain

And he looked around

Some kind of forest

With all these dinosaurs

And he stripped his woman

He stripped her bare

But there was a pterodactyl

There!

[kenmas-consoles]

Prompt: Make headcanons of you and the character of your choice be it sfw or nsfw

Tagged by: @oursmolbox

a little about me:

I'm a student athlete (cheerleading), honor student and a class officer. Before entering cheer i was in the volleyball team for 7 years but only played competitively for one season and the rest was just benchwarming

My teachers say that I have a magnetic personality and bring out the best in the people i'm working with especially when I put my mind into it. My personality is kind of hard to explain cause I react differently to different kinds of people almost like mirroring so I'd be able to fit in to that group.

Although when I'm with my friends id like to say im sly, mischievous, flirty and charming. I'm a naturally forward person and I don't hold back when it comes to skinship or hugs huehuehhe im rather clingy so yeeet. It's almost obvious when I get crushes since as much as I'm naturally fly and a flirt i end up turning into a shy ball of awkwardness.

Pairing: Akaashi x Alyssa (me!)

Before the relationship + Confession

I'm pretty sure we would have mutual friends (Bokuto) and would probably only know each other by name

The first time we would have actually met or like seen each other would most likely be at one of their games.

Fukurodani's cheerteam was tasked to accompany the boys during the 3 day competition to show support.

My friends and I in the cheerteam were scoping out "competition crushies" or some eyecandy be it from the Fukurodani team or the neighboring one

And god lets be honest there is no better looking eyecandy than Akaashi Keiji. My teammates see me looking and glancing at the boy too much before telling me what his name was

Then it hit me he was THE Akaashi Keiji jskebsb the pretty setter that everyone in school has been talking about also the same one Bokuto talks about ksbsksb

After the match the cheerteam and i would congratulate the boys and cue me dying because Akaashi looks better up close than from the stands

Being the clingy person I am bounces towards Bokuto first since he was the only one I was close too plus the boy gives the best hugs (fite me its canon)

To put it simply imma hang out more with Bokuto cause I wanna get to know Akaashi

Which surprisingly we have a lot in common and his attitude balances mine out

It takes a long time for me to have a crush doe (I've only ever crushed on one person in my life) cause tbh I don't fall in love blindly instead I openly head towards it with my consent

When I do realize I like-like him thats when things get awkward yet interesting. I start flirting with him less, my ears start burning, I don't use pet names with him anymore, my hugs become shaky and i couldn't keep eye contact for too long

Naturally he thinks something is wrong or that he did something. It's gonna be like that for a while til i muster enough courage plus peptalk to confess. I'd confess to him most likely during the end of the year in an almost open forum way that one might think isn't really a confession if you dont listen carefully

If he confesses first though then Alyssa.exe has stopped working cause itd be truly a miracle if he so much looks in my direction

I don't deserve him he is literally heaven sent😭😭😭

In the relationship

Lowkey because iz not like eother of us wants to flaunt our relationship

It's a slowburn type of relationship

honestly I would go bright red just from a simple touch cause again as much as I am a flirt tis only a defense mechanism to hide how shy I am

Hand/pinky holding

eyecontact

smiling at the ground

blushing

forehead kisses

library and museum dates

walking eachother home after training + watching each other train

Pet names

Oml pet names

Rawr I’d die if he called me pet names and as for him then he’d have to claim one of the oh so many pet names I call my friends for himself

Tbh id prolly be to shy to call him anything though

He’d prolly be somewhat upset I call my friends by pet names while he doesnt

If there was one word to describe it it would be soft

My girls would gush when they see him and tease me relentlessly while we train and the boys would holler everytime I stay and watch the VBC team

I would very much wear his jersey a lot because as much as I am a shy baby with him my man deserves recognition also cause I love wearing his clothes

I'd cry if I see him watch my competitions cause if ur man is ever interested in ur passions then you've got yourself a keeper

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A/n: oh my god im blushing while writing this nsiwnskwn also cause huehuehue who wouldn't when you're writing about you and your crush.

I tag: @reogou @burnt-tomato @mizunetzu @mistu-nee @everyone who wants too

[thebreakfastgenie]

I’m not gonna do it bc I don’t have any new ones from the last game but what is don’t be a hero and two centimeters?

-marten

those are both West Wing fics!

Don't Be a Hero is a special fic. When I was in college I had this class called Health Psychology that I hated so I spent the whole time writing West Wing fanfiction on looseleaf but I never finished it. I typed it all up last year with the intent of finishing it but I want to rewrite it first because I can make it better. this a post series fic so snippet and better summary under the cut for spoiler reasons.

two centimeters is the general name for the AU where Josh dies in the Rosslyn shooting at the beginning of season 2 (title comes from Sam saying Josh is alive because of "two centimeters of a miracle). I don't have any of that one written, because it's a huge undertaking I'm not prepared for, but I'll see if I can do an outline snippet. More about this under the cut, spoilers only through the end of season 2.

I have a few concrete scenes. One of them is that during an argument Leo accidentally calls Sam "Josh."

two centimeters

In the Two Centimeters universe, Sam is given the job of Deputy Chief of Staff. He's uncomfortable with it at first, and insists that his official title be Acting Deputy Chief of Staff, though he eventually grows into the role. Sam takes the gun range target from Josh's office and draws a two centimeter wide mark on its chest where Josh was shot. He keeps it as a reminder. Toby runs off every candidate for Deputy Communications Director, resulting in Sam trying to do two jobs at once before he meets Will Bailey and forces Toby to give him a chance in the job. After a few months, Donna quits, unable to handle working in the White House without Josh. Charlie convinces Debbie to be Sam's new assistant, reasoning that he needs an aunt-like figure to look after him. Later, after Mrs. Landingham's death, Charlie convinces Donna to come back and work for the president in her old position.

I have a few concrete scenes. One of them is that during an argument Leo accidentally calls Sam "Josh." Another deals with Sam receiving the NSC card and realizing Josh had one. Sam tries to give it back, and Leo tells him Josh did the same thing, but won't accept it from Sam. When Sam asks why, Leo says he's having more trouble keeping a deputy alive than he was last year. Toby become angry, believing the president and Leo haven't done enough about guns. Sam tells him to put gun control in the State of the Union and he'll convince them to use it.

This fic is outlined as a series of short fics. From the first one, Pro Patria Mori:

CJ goes back to the White House for?? something

Danny catches her in the corridor to ask about who was in charge. CJ blurts that Josh died, covers her mouth in horror, begins backpedaling. Danny assures her she’s off the record, asks what happened. She tells him. He hugs her. 

and the second one, Two Centimeters:

Leo tells Toby he didn’t feel right not asking him first. (This conversation is about making Sam DCOS, but that is not immediately apparent.)

“I don’t know what you want from me, Leo. You want me to give you my blessing?” “It just didn’t feel right, not to ask you first.” “He’s an adult. He makes his own decisions.” “What do you think he’ll do?” “I don’t know.” “He doesn’t talk to you?” “He doesn’t talk to anyone anymore. None of us do.”

don't be a hero

This fic takes place during the Santos administration. Santos is speaking at a University at an awards ceremony for a professor who studies terrorism and had consulted as a counterterrorism expert for Santos. The First Lady as well as Josh and Donna (who are engaged) and Sam are all present. The professor is also Muslim, and is the target of an Islamophobic attack when a bomb goes off, which quickly sets fire to the building. Josh had left the audience to call the White House to check in, and Donna had gone to get him. Donna hurts her ankle when the bomb goes off. Josh helps her outside, but on his way he thinks he sees a girl trapped inside. While Donna is talking to the paramedics, Josh goes back into the burning building to look for the girl he thinks he saw. He is able to successfully free her, but passes out from smoke inhalation before he can follow her out the building. The girl tells the first responders she the man who saved her life is still inside. Meanwhile, Sam has been looking for Josh, and arrives just as the firefighters are bringing an unconscious Josh out of the building and finds out that he is not breathing. Josh is intubated and taken to the hospital, along with the girl, and Sam follows them. While Josh is treated for smoke inhalation, Sam looks for Donna to fill her in. A lot of the emotional meat of the story happens once Josh wakes up.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. That had to be Lou, calling with the update he was waiting for. Officially, this phone call was the reason for his position, the reason he’d sent Sam to sit in the front with the first lady and the guest of honor. Unofficially, Sam was more photogenic, and less likely to be caught on camera nervously bouncing his leg. 

[itoshit]

'The journey lasted 4 hours so it's now...8pm. Ran is waiting for you at 9pm, don't forget that.'

Both in Sanzu's office we were discussing the past events.

'Yeah yeah I know. Vee stays here. She can sleep at your place with her friend I don't mind that. I won't be back before at least 1am. I might have other things to do so I'll go to my office right after the meetings. I'm gonna pass by my penthouse real quick, I need to take a shower and recharge my gun, get ready and take my car'

'I guess I'm the one who needs to bring you back there?'

Nodding I stood up quickly followed by Sanzu.

Meeting Vee and her friend in the living room, both sat on the sofa, I cocked an eyebrow at the sight.

'You're gonna get drunk?'

'Yeah, except if you take that off our lives too hm?'

Not answering to Natalie I put my shoes on. My injuries were still fresh and stung my body but I wouldn't ask Sanzu to help me put my fucking jacket, I still had my pride.

'Are we leaving?'

Not throwing a glance at Vee I shook my head negatively.

'You're not but I am. I won't come back before tomorrow so stay here and have fun with your friend I guess. Sanzu is bringing me back to my place so don't do anything stupid while he's away'

'All good?'

'Yeah'

Now in his car, I could feel Sanzu particularly tensed.

'What's up?'

'This girl... Senju. How did she look like?'

'Eh?... white pastel hair, baby blue eyes... why?'

His knuckles were literally white, meaning that he was mad.

'So she's Takeomi's sister ?'

'Yeah'

'Alright'

'She wanted my dick'

Hitting the brake abruptly caused my body to jolt forward.

'The fuck Sanzu?? I'm bloody injured!!'

'She wanted to fuck you??'

Trying to stay calm at his antics I took a deep breath before answering.

'Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm your boss. Keep driving.'

Silence settling between us, I had my fingers on my lips.

'I don't know if she was serious but she tried to get into my pants.'

'And what's going on between Vee and you?'

'Honestly? I don't know. We did some stuff in Osaka, and I don't want her to see someone else. I'm not thinking of fucking another girl but we're not even having sex'

'You should get drunk together. Nat and I get wasted together and fuck the sex is amazing!'

Snorting at his reply I didn't answer, too preoccupied by your face in my mind.

'I would have advised you to come back tonight to have her but with your current physical condition you need rest. Your body heals quickly though'

Finally arriving at my place, I briefly thanked Sanzu before entering the building.

Home sweet home right?

My gun was in its strap, another one was safety stuck on my hip in its holster. Seeing Ran from afar I simply fastened my pace.

Whistling at my form he raised his eyebrows. Seemed like people won't stop commenting on my injuries.

Ready to speak I cut him by raising my hand.

'Just don't. I'm here for one reason, I still need to do many things'

'As you wish Mikey. So! Natalie's father is indeed dead. We found pieces of his body around Tokyo's Bay. Must be dead for months.'

A glass of whisky in my hand I sighted. This was getting more and more complicated.

'So Natalie offered her body for nothing ?'

'Hm.'

'We won't tell her when her father died. She's probably unaware of body decomposition so even if she wants to see him, we could explain his state with the water.'

'You're softening. Few weeks ago you wouldn't have cared and would have thrown the new to her face with even a cute picture of her daddy'

Waving his comment away I took a gulp of my drink.

'The Yamaguchi-gumi is our target. La Costra Nostra will probably join us soon. It's December, I want to have their leaders heads before February. Have you found their hideout?'

'Not yet. Give us a week'

Nodding, I finished my glass and stood up, patting Ran's shoulder.

'Good job Ran, you never fail to amaze me. Maybe you'll get a salary increase yeah?'

Hearing him laughing loudly at my comment made me grin too.

'Perfect then, goodnight Mikey'

-Mikey

I want to write so much more but I can't write a whole fic everytime 😠

Also I hope we'll be able to still find our time when you'll be back home 🥺

i’m sure we will mod darling don’t worry!

Four wine glasses to Natalie’s five, I was well on my way to getting plastered. Our spontaneous runway session became different things the tipsier we got. First, we mixed and matched outfits, pretended a certain outfit had a specific occasion assigned to it, and then did a full serious haul of all my clothes, majority of which Nat gave impressed nods to. Now, we had a twist— truth or dare while I modeled the clothes off. Wearing a cute black bodycon dress Mikey had bought me, I had gotten away with picking truth the last seven rounds; Natalie called me out for it by the eighth.

Another truth? she groans aloud. Anymore and you’ll be a fucking saint!

Sober, I would never have given into the obvious peer-pressure, but I’m far from sobriety. I cross my arms, challenging. Fine, dare.

Natalie grins. I dare you to go downstairs and ask the first hot guy you see for your number.

Immediately I regret not picking truth. Can we even go downstairs without Sanzu?

I went down to the pool without him this entire week. Stop deflecting, unless you’re chickening out. You know what you’ll have to do if you wuss out.

I did. When we were teenagers, where the worst possible thing to be called by your peers was a slut, we’d created a rule in truth or dare that if you didn’t complete your dare, you’d have to send nude pictures to your entire contact list.

It was such a scary thought when we were younger, that we did every single dare we were given, regardless if the dare was worse. Now that I’m older, the wuss out option didn’t seem so bad. Especially now that I had a new phone with only three contacts. Mikey would definitely appreciate any picture I sent— he saw the real thing anyway— and Natalie and I had seen each other naked all throughout our life. The only thing that stopped me from truly taking that route was Sanzu. Sending a nude pic to Mikey’s right hand and the man Nat was fucking didn’t sit right with me.

I begrudgingly stand and Nat cheers, already knowing what I would’ve chosen. We exit the apartment and wait an hour in the lobby for someone to come in. The entire time I thought of Mikey, wishing he still had a phone so I could’ve called him and gotten out of this night from my second glass of wine. I curse the Italians in my head.

When a man fitting the criteria of the dare’s stipulations walks in, I immediately rush him, honest about the situation and how I’m quite literally in his face only because I’ve been dared to do it. I even tell him how he doesn’t have to give me his real number and that a fake one would suffice, he insists it’s alright, scribbling down some digits and a name in pretty scrawl. I thank him, but not without looking him up and down. He has a cute, but forgettable face.

And judging by the amount of wine in my system, he’d be forgotten soon enough.

We head back to Sanzu’s apartment with Natalie screeching the entire way there about how cute he was, how I needed to give her the number if I didn’t plan on using it, and it all made my head hurt. I perform miracles drunk, seeing as I undressed, got dressed in pajamas and snuggled up into Natalie’s unused bed (she spent all her time in Sanzu’s) and instantly knock out with the crumpled paper with the guy’s number watching me sleep from the bedside table.