#Like on one side we have assholes who have never felt love or passion for anything

[kizuike]

Unrelated but uuuuu why did techbros who've never felt the joy of creation in their lives have to do. all that (<- he's been thinking of going into AI development for the last several years)

[steddieas-shegoes]

maybe forever

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'on the road again'

rated t | 689 words | no cw | tags: bisexual gareth, good friend eddie munson, future fic, super famous corroded coffin

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Gareth stared out the window of the bus, watching as trees passed in a blur as the sun sunk low in the sky. They'd been on the road for four hours and had roughly 81 days to go.

They'd all agreed no girlfriends or boyfriends on the first leg of the tour. This was just for them, for their hard work, for their passion.

Gareth had agreed. He hadn't really thought much about it. He figured they'd be so busy writing music, playing shows, and sleeping it all off, they wouldn't even have time to miss them. But after the initial celebration with drinks on the bus, they all went to their bunks, or in Gareth's case, the table by the long window.

He was lonely.

He was surrounded by his closest friends, and doing his favorite thing in the world, and got to live a life he only dreamed of.

But he was lonely.

"Gare? Probably should get some rest. We've gotta do souncheck as soon as we get there in a few hours," Eddie said to him from next to the bunk beds.

"Yeah. In a minute," he sighed.

But Eddie wasn't the type to leave him alone if he sensed something was wrong. Gareth wasn't the type to be able to hide when something was wrong.

"What's goin' on?" Eddie asked as he sat down next to him, looking out the window too.

"Just miss him," Gareth admitted.

Eddie was the only one who really knew what was going on with him and Sam. Everyone had their suspicions and Frankie even made a joke about him being sad without his boyfriend, but he hadn't officially told any of them except Eddie that that's what he was.

It was still pretty new, but they'd gone head first into something more serious than Gareth had ever expected of what was supposed to be a hookup at a bar.

"Yeah. I miss Steve," Eddie agreed. He put his arm around Gareth and tugged him into his side. "We didn't have to worry about boyfriends on the last tour. Kinda think we made a mistake not having them here."

"Maybe. Might just be something we have to get used to," Gareth leaned his head against Eddie's shoulder. "Do you think i'll have time to call Sam when we get there?"

"I could distract the guys for a few minutes. As long as you promise to let me have the phone after the show to call Steve."

"Deal."

"You really like him, huh?" Eddie nudged Gareth's cheek with his thumb.

"Yeah, he's pretty great."

"Think you might love him?"

Gareth paused. He'd never had a serious relationship. A couple short-term girlfriends in high school, one guy who he thought was cool because he was five years older, but was actually just an asshole who liked fucking younger guys. One guy who was never an official boyfriend, but they met up any time he was in New York and always had fun.

Sam was different.

Sam was maybe forever for him.

It wasn't as scary a thought as it may have been back before Corroded Coffin got famous enough to headline their own world tour.

"Yeah, I think so."

Eddie squeezed him in his arms before letting go. "Then you should tell the guys. Might make it easier if they know. I know it did when I first realized how I felt about Steve."

"They know I'm into both, though."

"But they don't know that you've found someone who means a lot to you, not really. That's the part they need. It's easier when you can talk about him. I promise," Eddie stood up. "I'm taking a nap. You should too."

"In a minute."

Gareth watched as they passed a sign for some small town that they'd probably never see again.

He thought about being on the road, how much fun he always had with the guys, how having Sam here later on would feel.

He smiled to himself as he stood up.

He was ready for this tour, but he was even more ready to show Sam what tour was like someday.

[confess-ledzeppelin]

I know I'm probably crossing into controversial territory here, but I'm so sick of logging onto Tumblr just to find people talking shit about Jimmy and wishing the most horrible things imaginable over a single fucking thing. He's not a creep, he's not a pedophile, he's not a Satanist, he's not an asshole, and he doesn't deserve even a fraction of the hate he gets. I see it all the time and it's sickening what people wish on him.

I might as well address the elephant in the room first. Lori's story is pretty hard to find information for since she couldn't tell the truth to save her life (I frankly can't stand her because of that), but I did manage to find the actual facts:

First of all, it was never a "passionate long-lasting love affair", it was actually only a few months (they never hooked up again after that, even in the 80s) and they weren't "madly in love" or whatever. I'm frankly not sure which of them technically initiated the relationship (although it's something to take into account that Jimmy is much more reserved than most musicians (like, say, Jagger), and Lori was a groupie for a reason), but it wasn't the way Lori described it at all. She wasn't kidnapped by anyone, and the version about Jimmy waiting in his hotel room with a cane and no clothes on is the most ridiculous rubbish I've ever heard. This isn't fucking West Side Story. They did meet at a show, though. He recognized her as a model since she was at least decently popular, but it's not like he was just waiting on the edge of his seat for a chance with her.

Secondly, this girl was absolutely not groomed. While there are certainly some tragic stories about grooming and pedophilia in the music industry (or just the entertainment industry as a whole, really), Lori is NOT a part of it. Most of these girls, including her, knew what they were doing but didn't care. After all, why would they? It was (for the most part) socially acceptable at the time, even if it wasn't legal. There are lots of women out there who will admit to sleeping with older men while they were 12-17, I've heard it myself. Does that make it right? No, but it's not like she was pushed against a wall or coerced in any way, shape or form. Despite how her stories change every time she tells them, she has said she looks back on her time with Jimmy fondly (Jimmy was very good to all of his lovers, but whether they were good to him is a different story that I'll get to later). Does he? Not really, no. He hardly talks about it and I can't blame him. But if he could go back, it's something that wouldn't have been repeated. He is a human being who made a mistake that just like every single one of us has, yet for some reason he apparently deserves to go to hell for it. It makes no sense to me. One mistake shouldn't define who he is as a person. And by the way, the "Jimmy Page if minors" memes aren't funny and you know it. Stop.

Anyway, as for what I said about past lovers, it's honestly tragic. First it was Jackie DeShannon, the same girl that kept him physically retrained in a hotel room against his will and assaulted him at least once, all while insisting that she loved him. And he believed it. One of her two songs about him, "Don't Turn Your Back On Me", basically gives the message of "we are going to last last forever. And if we don't, yes we will. Fake it 'til you make it, or else." It creeps me out. Next it was Charlotte, the same woman who allegedly cheated on him several times (even though he was faithful to her just like every other woman he was with), started heated arguments with him constantly (one time during a fight she even slapped him hard in the face while wearing several rings, which likely drew blood), and always retained a very "well he's okay, I guess" view on him even when they were having a baby. Jimmy, on the other hand, adored her and tried to give her the best. He even once said something along the lines of, "as long as I have Charlotte, I'll be okay" when he felt threatened. Basically, he would've crossed an ocean for her while she wouldn't have crossed a puddle for him. Their entire story actually reminds me a lot of Since I've Been Loving You, and he deserved so much better. Maybe there were even more incidents like these that never made it to the public, even though I don't think they're very well-known. Naturally there was also Lori, who was - to put it lightly - way more trouble than she was worth, and just her existence unfairly taints his reputation. There were also a few times when screaming girls mobbed the stage and started taking his clothes off, although I suppose they don't count for this bit.

But imagine if that shit was reversed. He would be crucified. And the best part? People actually turn it around to make it sound like it was him doing all of that. Absolutely rich. I really think people hate him just for the sake of it.

Another thing is his interest in the occult and how he's typically assumed to be a Satanist, because he gets plenty of hate for that, too. I'll put it this way: if I were to be super interested in, say, sharks, does that make me a marine biologist? Even if I study sharks for hours and visit the aquarium every week, even if I buy a whole bookstore about them, does that make me one? No, of course not. I don't see a difference. I know many occultists practice witchcraft and worship Satan and a bunch of really creepy things, but he's not one of them.

People also dislike him just for being a general asshole, and that's just as wrong. He's a sweetheart, a gentleman, and he's actually pretty funny, too. This is the same guy who rushed to help Robert up back when he was on crutches and fell in a studio. Robert said he'd never seen him move so fast. He's been there for Robert through a lot, and I think it should be said that the only reason he wasn't present at Karac's funeral was because he was physically unable. 1977 was obviously one of the worst - if not THE worst - year for him as far as his health; I think we all know that. He had even lost so much weight that his clothes from school were huge on him. But when the media came after him for answers on why he wasn't there, he accidentally made himself look pretty callous (as far as Jones goes on the situation, my guess is that he just already had vacation plans or figured it wasn't his problem anyway).

Also worth mentioning, Jimmy has done TONS of work for charity. He joined and played a part in Task Brazil, the ABC Trust, the Ahmet Ertegun Education Fund, Childline, Mount Sinai Hospital, MusiCares, the AIDS Memorial Campaign and Racehorse Sanctuary (I believe these are also supported by Robert, naturally).

This is also the same dorky guy who was found in a literal pillowcase by a roadie who was sent to wake him up. The same guy who sneezed while recording the Stairway to Heaven solo and grew frustrated with himself and started apologizing while the rest of the band couldn't stop laughing their asses off. The guy who knows not to take himself obnoxiously seriously and can laugh at himself, and has a great sense of humor. He's shy and reserved, but he's always been kind enough to notice when other people have needed help. He's always been a very polite "yes sir and no ma'am" kind of guy who says gosh instead of swearing and has a very soft voice. He's also the ultimate mama's boy, and still is even with her gone.

Sometimes he even says the most beautifully poetic things ever. "I'm just looking for an angel with a broken wing." "I remember when I was young I used to run along railway bridges with 250 foot drops... just dancing..." I mean, come on.

I'm not sure what about this guy is worth hating.

Anyway, that's my soapbox. Thanks.

Also can't fit this onto a picture, so just sharing as is. Thanks, anon!

[violet3006]

Accident 2/2

Dick and Y/n hated each other with passion, but with Jason's death, Dick began to regret so many things, but with Y/n by his side, he realized the only one there for him was Y/n, making him a little obsessed.

Part 1

 

 

 Robin [Dick Grayson] X Teammate reader

The step I took that day was small. I was worried about my future and how my teammates would treat me. It wasn’t like I wanted to join; I was forced to join when Wally convinced my father to add me to the team.

And my father, a man who was concerned about me, decided it was a great idea.

 

Now Wally and I were cousins while he was flash I was just a normal kid—a kid who didn’t have any power. I was taught to fight so that I could be a hero one day. It wasn’t my dream to be a hero, but my father, who has always looked up to his brother, who had power, trained his hardest to be a hero but retired shortly after he got married.

 

When Wally was born, he spoiled Wally rotten while I was cast to the side. He didn’t mean to do it, but when he found out that Wally also had power, that made him so excited.

 

But that didn’t mean he never loved me. He just never knows how to show it.

Which led him to think that training me would improve our relationship, but it only made it worse when he saw that I wasn’t as quick as Wally and I was just a normal kid.

 

Day after day, I would train, but he was never satisfied.

After turning thirteen, Wally joined the young justice team, which made my father so proud that he would brag about it every day.

 

After two years of Wally joining the justice team, he asked my father to let me in.

My father, who had no hope for me, wasn’t sure, but Wally was able to convince him.

 

So with his connection to Batman, who was in the same position as him, and seeing how they both learned to fight without power, he was happy to help out a close friend.

 

And that was how I was forced to be in the group, and the moment I stepped in, I hated it.

 

I hated everything, and oh, how I hated him.

The moment we met, he came up to me, watching my every movement. While he smirked, he turned to Wally.

 

“I thought you said she was good." With his arm crossed, he turned back to me.

“But she looks like a disappointment.” 

 

I knew I wasn’t liked. I knew it was going to be hard, but I didn’t need someone to tell me in front of my face.

His fucking smile and stare while he looked at me, watching me like he knew what he said was true

 

“I can say the same to you, bitch.” With so little confidence, I spoke up. All the anger I had the moment I stepped in was just flying out.

 

He seems a little taken aback before his face changes to one of disapproval. “What did you just say, kid?” As he came closer to me, he was an inch away from my face as he stared down at me.

 

“You heard me, asshole. I don’t see you being a big benefit to the team.” I look up at him while he looks down at me.

 

“I’m more help than a disappointment like you,” he said as his hand tightened while my face felt so hot that it also made the tears come out, but I wasn’t a crybaby.

 

“Disappointment isn’t nothing because I’m not getting replaced like you." a twitch in his right eye, and I knew he wanted to punch the shit out of me.

I knew I wasn’t a replacement for him, but I wanted to piss him off so bad that I didn’t care.

 

We would have fought that day if Batman never came in and gave a whole speech about how teammates are our family and friends, but that day, me and Robin knew that “friend” would never be used for our relationship. That day, we both made up our minds that we were each other's "enemies.”

 

 

We fought for a long time while he ran off to be Nightwing. I decided to split from the team, but I still help out when needed.

 

Dick and I both knew fighting wasn’t going to do anything; it wasn’t going to benefit us, so we kept away from each other.

 

It would have stayed that way too, but his hatred for me grew when Jason was brought in. He despised Jason, thinking that he was his replacement, while I loved Jason.

 

Jason, a small young boy who was always smiling, had a big mouth, but he was a sunshine to me. I hated Dick for treating him like trash. I hated him for always blaming Jason. I just hated Dick Grayson so much that I never wanted to stay even close to him.

But with "luck,” they teamed us up and told us to work as a team.

 

 

“Why can’t you fucking drop dead dick just seeing your face disgusting me?”

 

“I can say the same about you!” After saying that, he kicked Y/N off the seat.

 

Y/N, who was kicked, was already pissed off that she was going to punch Dick back, but he caught her hand before she could reach his face.

 

“Unlike you, I can’t have my face bruised.”

 

“Like I care! Let me fucking go." Dick released her hand, turning away from her as he constructed the mission in front of him, while Y/N decided to text Jason, trying to ignore the blue boy.

 

 

-What are you doing?

 

 

1 minute (seen)

-going to go on a mission soon.

 

 

-a mission? Bat is giving you a mission?

-What is it about?

 

 

-He didn’t give it to me.

-I'm going to go alone.

 

 

-That doesn’t sound good.

 

 

-When did anything sound good to you?

 

 

-you right

-Ok, then what is the “mission” about?

 

 

-I can't say much.

-but I’m going to go look for the joker.

15 minutes (seen)

 

Dick looked over at Y/N while she looked at him. "What's your ugly ass looking at?” she said. He gave her a glare while she continued texting Jason.

 

 

 

-find him!

-Wish me luck. Y/n

 

 

-Jason! That doesn’t sound safe.

-Jason?

-Jason answered me.

 

 

-I'll be okay! I know how to handle this. I was trained by Batman.

 

 

-and! I was trained by my father, and I’m still getting fucked out there every day.

 

 

-that you

-I'm not you😒

-It will be okay! You know what I text you when I’m done.

-I'll be alright.

-See you in 2 hours after I beat up Joker.

 

 

-ok

-But if you don’t text in 2 hours, I’m setting up a funeral for you.

 

 

-yeah yeah

Last seen: 2 hours ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Dick, you don’t understand that the plan is not going to work if you do that." After 2 hours, Y/N was now arguing with Dick about the plan he came up with.

 

"Well, I don’t see you planning shit,” he says, pushing her out of the way as he types in the code.

 

“Dick listen! You're going to get us fucking killed." y/n grab Dick's hand, trying to stop him from doing something stupid, but Dick just slaps her hand as he continues his work. Y/N, dissatisfied by this, decided to leave him alone.

 

“Why do you hate me so much, huh?”

A little startled by the question, Dick stopped what he was doing and actually thought about it.

 

Why did he hate her so much? He knew he was the reason they weren’t friends, and he also knew he was rude as fuck to her when they first met.

But he never wanted to admit it was his fault. The moment he saw Y/N that day, something in him just bloomed, something he didn’t like, and it was all her fault, but why?

Why did he blame her? Was it because he never felt that way before and he felt like she bewitched him?

 

“Fuck damn, you can just say you didn’t like me at all and let it go; you didn’t need to think so hard about it.”

 

"Shush, I’m still thinking.”

Dick, now deep in thought, put his hand away from the keyboard.

At least that stopped him. Y/n thought

 

“A little too long; it's not that serious." Y/N checked her phone, and her eyes landed on the text with Jason.

 

It's been 2 hours, and this kid still didn’t text or call her back. She was a little concerned but didn’t think too much of it.

 

Dick, who was deep in thought, was getting more confused about the “hate” he felt for Y/N; he didn’t even notice the small sound from his pocket.

 

“Dick”

Hearing her voice, he looked up at her. She looked down at him while pointing to his pocket.

Noticing what she meant, he picked up the call; it was a call from Bruce, which is weird because he doesn’t keep in contact with him.

 

On the other side, Dick could hear a husky voice. Picking up the phone, he listens to the voice.

“Dick…J-Jason he-”

 

A few minutes passed, but it felt like an hour.

Dick's heart stops. He sat there for awhile while he tried to process what Bruce just said.

 

 

Dick looked up at Y/N while she stared back at him with a nervous face the moment he started talking with a shaking voice.

Y/N tired to listen to everything he said, but she couldn’t take in every word as she felt tears coming down.

Y/N and Dick look at each other, not knowing what to do.

 

Dick stood up with shaking legs as he hugged her.

While she was still processing, he tried to promise her that Jason would be fine and everything would be okay, but he himself couldn’t handle it. He felt like his words were empty promises. He felt like this was his fault. As regret came flooding in, he couldn’t help but cry as he remembered all the hateful words he had told the young boy.

 

That day, both Y/N and Dick, who swore that they were enemies, weren’t sure how to feel at the moment, but they knew they just needed support as they hugged each other silently, crying.

 

 

A year passed, and Jason's death was confirmed.

 

Dick fell into depression after recalling so many memories of Jason. This made him stay at his apartment all day while he stayed in bed, crying himself to sleep. Each night, he would hallucinate that Jason was there, asking him what he had done wrong.

 

Dick would jump up, trying to hug Jason, trying to apologize, telling him he didn't do anything wrong, that he was a good kid, and that he himself was in the wrong, not the young boy, but every time he tried, there was nothing; it was just him and no one else.

 

A tiny knock came by.

 

A small sound that Dick would have ignored if it wasn’t for the voice

 

Y/n…

 

 

“Dick it me, Y/N. I know you don’t want to hear or see me right now, but I’m here to check up on you.” She slowly knocked again, waiting for a reply. After a few minutes of no reply, she was going to knock again, but before she could, the door opened, and there stood Dick.

 

The confident dick who always picked a fight with her was standing in front of her, looking like a dead man who just came out of the grave.

“Y-y/n…” After months of staying in his apartment, he was happy to hear another voice—a voice that was actually real.

 

The person he hates so much, the one he considers his enemies, the moment they met, but right now her annoying voice sounds so different.

Maybe he always finds her voice angelic but has hidden it to ignore his growing feelings for her, but right now, as he stares at her, he just wants to break down. He wants her to comfort him.

 

He lost a lot of weight; she can see the bone when he reaches out to her, begging her to come in and comfort him. Before she knew it, she was pulled in.

 

 

In the tiny apartment, the window was open as cold air flowed through the moonlight shine upon them.

As he cuddled her in the bed of his apartment, she patted his head, but, becoming a bit bored, she started playing with his hair.

“Dick, you know Jason will never blame you." She whispered, her hand still playing with his hair. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be doing.

 

“But I treated him so badly. Y/n… I hated him so much that I always told him he was my replacement." Y/N felt his tears as he came closer to her, hiding his face in her neck.

 

“I know, but we are talking about Jason here, the young boy who was always looking up to you; he loved you, Dick,” she patted him.

“I know you regret a lot, but right now we need to be strong for him. You don’t want him to see you like this; he will blame himself.”

 

After some talk later, Dick, who couldn’t sleep all month, was finally sleeping. He hugged Y/N, begging her to stay, and he was finally able to sleep. When he was about to close his eyes, he thought of Y/N's first meeting and the “hate” he felt for her. After realizing that, he closed his eyes in peace while Y/N thought about all the memories they shared.

 

She hated him, but when Bruce mentioned what he was doing to himself, she couldn’t leave him alone. She wasn’t sure how he would react to seeing her, but now she's kind of happy.

He was so quiet as he cuddled the shit out of her. She wanted him to let go, but she didn’t want him to let go at the same time they both cuddled that night, holding each other.

 

 

 

 

Dick completely changed after that, and everyone who was around him could see it.

That night, Dick realized his feelings for Y/N were actually a crush, but unlike his young side, he wasn’t going to hide his feelings for her; he wanted to show the world his feelings for her.

 

Now it “where y/n” or “would y/n like this." He couldn’t go one second without Y/N always searching for her. Every time he found her, he would hug her, using the excuse that they were friends, so they should always support each other.

 

He would always try to find her, and she couldn’t even use the bathroom without him panicking. One time, he cried when Y/N told him that he was being annoying. Y/N felt so bad when he told her he just wanted a friend because he felt bad for everything he had done in the past. That day, he didn’t let her go anywhere as she tried to comfort him.

 

Y/N wasn’t sure how to feel about this new Dick; she kind of missed all the fighting they would do, but now he treated her like she was a doll that would break any second.

 

 

Lately, Y/N wanted to settle down. She wanted to get married and leave her whole life. She attended all the blind dates, but when she finally found someone she liked, they would reject her because she already had a "boyfriend,” they said after leaving her.

 

Confused, she knew that it was Dick, but when she confronted him, he would guilt-trap her. “I didn’t know; I just wanted to find the right one for you, and he had a bad background. I was just trying to help," and then she would forgive him after he kept reasoning about why he did it.

 

After some years of finding nobody, Dick suggested that she should settle down with him because he could actually take care of her while supporting her in everything.

“I mean, not every day you get Wayne as your boyfriend,” he smirked at her.

 

 

She laughed at it but thought about it. She did like Dick, but she wasn’t sure if he was her one. “That might not be a bad idea,” she whispered, but Dick still heard.

 

“Yeah! So what is your decision?” He scooted closer to her.

"Ok, let's give it a go,” she said, turning to him and holding out her hand.

 

“So does that mean we are dating now?” he asked, holding her hand.

“Yes, it seems so.” She felt a squeeze before she was pulled closer to him.

“Then can I kiss you?” Right now, they were inches away from each other.

 

But with a nod from Y/N

 

Dick attacked her lips. He kissed her like he was starving, like she was the air he needed. She pushed him away, trying to gather some air before she was attacked again. He licked her bottom lips, then bit them, trying to tell himself that this was her. This was the girl he always wanted. She was the one he needed.

 

“I finally have you." With a deep breath, he kissed her again, holding her hand tighter. “I can’t let you go, for now; you are mine. If you try to leave, I will not be hesitant to break your pretty legs.”

 

She felt chills down her back as he continued to go further down to kiss her neck. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, but right now she just wanted comfort.

 

 

 

"Wally, do Y/n like sliver or gold?” Dick was picking out a ring for Y/N for their two-month anniversary.

“Isn’t it too early in y'all's relationship for that?” Wally, who was being dragged by Dick, was barely awake.

“I drag you here to help me not to question me." Looking to the side, he saw a perfect diamond ring. It looked more like an engagement ring, but he knew that Y/N would be overwhelmed by it. But wouldn’t it be amazing? The ring would be a sign that she was his, a sign that she loved him, and nobody could have her but him.

 

But no, Y/N loves him, and he doesn’t need a ring to tell him that he only needs her; just her dating him will satisfy him.

 

"Dick, buddy, are you good?” Wally pushed Dick a bit, trying to get his attention.

 

Dick, who was still in his thoughts, started questioning if she really did like him.

“Y/N love me right,” they stood there staring at the ring as Wally struggled to answer him.

“She didn’t say yes just because she just needed somebody to love her, right?" Dick has a habit of questioning Y/n love for him, and anybody could see it.

 

Y/N accepted his confession, but it seems she didn’t really answer him fully as he questioned her love. Anyone watching them could see that Y/N loved Dick, but Dick, who is always anxious about her love, can’t seem to see it.

"Dude, you are the only one who can’t see that she loves you." Wally wasn't sure how to cheer Dick up, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure if Dick would even listen.

“I mean, you are the oldest soon of Wayne. You are handsome, hot, and understanding. She would brag that her boyfriend is one of a kind, and she would never leave him even if he asked her to." Wally nodded at himself proudly, stating the obvious, and Dick, who was down just a minute ago, was now a smiling freak. 

 

He was smiling so much that his jaw hurt, but hearing what Wally said made him question if Y/N actually thought of him that way. 

Of course Y/N didn’t say that, but Wally just needed an excuse so that Dick wouldn’t be down all day. He was trying to help a buddy out. 

 

"Ok, Wally, let me pick a ring so I can return to Y/n” Dick picked a bright blue ring shape like a diamond. He picked a bright one so that people could see the ring, that will soon be placed on Y/N.

After buying the ring, he said goodbye to Wally and raced to the apartment that he bought for Y/N. When she decided to leave home, he offered her the apartment. She rejected his offer at first, but with some begging, she agreed. 

 

The apartment was a place for them; it was like a nest. Dick would think of it as a nest where his future wife was waiting for him as he hugged her from behind and thought of their future together. 

He wanted everyone to know that she was his and that he was her.

 

Stepping into their apartment, Dick started searching for her. He still can’t believe the girl he once thought he hated was his only true love. What was the young him thinking? She was a beauty. She was an angel who was made just for him and only him.

The moment she accepted, he swears he will never let her go, even if she begs for it. Right now and forever, she will be his. 

Finally finding her, he hugs her from behind, recalls all the memories of their past, and shows her the ring while kissing her. She smiles as they both sit there. Talking about their future and confessing their love again 

After all that time, he now understands what that man meant; he knows why he fell first, and now he understands who he truly loves.

[monimccoythings]

Wedding Crashers part 3

Whoah, life has been a mess these last months ,but in a positive way, got a job had to move across the country, worked a few months, got an even better job (like a huge promotion) and now have to move back to the other side of the country. But now I'm back! Hopefully.

Trigger warning, this contains mentions of attempted rape and violent and gory elements.

tags: @karma-reader

It was nearly noon when Kuroobi came to fetch you, saying Arlong demanded your presence. You reluctantly got up from the table you were currently playing a very tricky game of cards, silently thanking him for saving you from a very humilliating losing streak. Knowing Arlong didn't like to wait, you hurried your pace to match Kuroobi's.

"It's been quite a long time since you first arrived. I wonder if your family cares about you at all." Oh, he was being an asshole, but you weren't going to play his games.

"It was more money than we actually have. They need time." He hummed, not entirely believing you. He suddenly rose up from his throne and approached you slowly, it dawned on you how much bigger and stronger than you he was. He circled you like a predator. Way too close for comfort.

"There is something you said the first time we met that hasn't really left my mind. Please, humor me, because I'm a bit curious; why someone who has everything they could ever desire be so against the idea of being released?" You didn't know if he was really curious or just taunting you. You decided to answer anyway.

"I despised that life and the rules that came with it." He let out a low chuckle that lacked any kind of amusement. "Oh, poor little princess who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth." You jumped when you felt his hot breath in your ear. When had he gotten behind you?

"A silver spoon with golden chains to match." You couldn't help the resentment of your own. "What's the point of so many riches and luxury if you can't enjoy life the way you desire? They tell you how to act, how to talk, what to eat, what to wear, how to feel, and somehow you're always doing it wrong."

You nearly jumped when Arlong grabbed your shoulder and roughly turned you towards him. There it was, that passionate look in his eyes that you couldn't decipher. Was he angry? Was he happy? Probably not even Arlong knew.

You backed a couple of steps under the intensity of that gaze, until your lower back hit the desk. Arlong followed you trapping you between the desk and his hard body, there was no escaping him. You could literally feel the warmth radiating from his body. Whoever said fishmen bodies were cold had clearly never seen one up close.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Princess; but when you come from a place of poverty and suffering like my people I find that a little bit hard to believe. While you were whining like a spoiled brat in your fancy castle, we were kids fighting for survival. But don't worry, once mommy and daddy pay up, you can run away towards that freedom you so desperately want."

He titled your chin towards him, trying to look more intimidating than he already was; and, for a couple of seconds you just stared at each other, too lost in the intensity of your gazes to notice any of your surroundings . With a grimace, he let you go and ordered you to get out of his sight. Your heart was beating furiously inside your chest. What was that? What game was he playing?

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

Your family still didn't pay, but they did send many mercenaries to 'rescue' you. You didn't know how to feel. So, they wouldn't pay the money but were willing to spend it on a bunch of fools that got easily dispatched by the Arlong Pirates in seconds?? You understood the price he had set was very high. But maybe some old family heirloom would be worth enough to pay for your rescue?

Arlong surely loved to rub in your face how each one of those pathetic attempts of rescue failed. The crew even had set bets over how much they lasted, who got the most kills... You'd admit without shame that sometimes you had participated in those bets. It was the only thing you could do. Plus, it was fun and helped you integrate with the crew. Sometimes you were the one who teased Arlong about who was going to win the bet, completely forgetting your position as a hostage in that crew. But, surprisingly, he let that slide.

It got to a point where they got very cocky... until one group actually managed to sneak you away. You didn't know where those people had come from, but judging by their looks they seemed to be the lowest of the low.

They forcefully dragged you into their ship and towards the captain's quarters. You tried to ignore their lecherous stares as best as you could but the way some of them were looking at you like a piece of meat... it sent shivers running down your spine.

You were roughly shoved on the bed by the captain, a middle aged dirty man who smelt like beer and sweat. You tried to resist his advances but he was way too strong for you. He slapped you on the cheek with enough force to make you see white dots. He kept groping you, forcefully grabbing your breasts with his disgusting hands and kneading them in a way that brought you a lot of pain.

"Your family didn't pay us enough to face those things, so we are taking a little extra." His rancid breath made you want to throw up. When his hands started ripping the top of what had once been your wedding dress, you started screaming and thrashing violently. You desperately called for help, knowing there was no way anyone could hear you. You were about to lose any kind of hope until...

Something crashed against the ship with enough force that left it shaking. The force of the impact made your assaulter fall off you, giving you room to scoot away from him. He let out a curse and loudly demanded to know the source of the impact.

For a few seconds, there was only silence. And after that, pandemonium. Men were screaming in terror, shooting their guns at something, some animalistic grunts and roars could be heard followed by spalttering noises that made you wonder if the ship had entered the territory of a Sea King. Soon those voices were quieted down until there was only silence.

No, not silence. You could hear footsteps. Loud and stomping. They were getting even louder, they were coming towards your room, until they suddenly stopped.

The doors were sent flying with inhuman force. The dust cleared and you let out a little gasp. Arlong was there, breathing heavily, his lips were pulled back in a feral snarl, his sharp teeth were stained with fresh blood that was also dripping from his chin. However, if there was something truly terrifying about him now, it had to be his eyes. The look in his eyes was something you have never seen in him and hoped you'll never see again. It was the deranged look of a wild beast, he was more shark than man at this point.

The captain of the mercenaries, seeing what was about to come, desperately fired bullet after bullet towards Arlong. He casually brushed them off like they were nothing. He grabbed the captain's head and smacked it against the wall repeatedly, ignoring his victim's pleas, even when they stopped he kept going, and going until there was nothing left of that head but a bloody pulp. You coudln't even look.

He turned towards you and for a second, you felt fear, wondering if he was going to punish you. But, surprisingly, and with a gentleness so uncharacteristical of him, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you away from that room. You would surely deny it later, but despite everything you have heard outside, and what had just happened, this was the safest you had felt in a long time.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

To say he was angry was an understatment. Arlong was LIVID. How had this happened? How could some band of inferior beings sneak on his ship full of fishmen pirates and steal his prize without anyone noticing?

They had grown confident, sloppy. And those humans took advantage of it. A growl started forming in his chest. Never again. He would make sure it never happened. Your parents had already tested enough of his patience with their greediness. They thought of him a joke? They didn't consider his hold over their only daughter a threath worthy enough of consideration?

As he held your small body against his chest, he wondered about that sudden feeling of desperation when he saw you gone. He wanted to say that it was because without you, the chances of getting his money were slim; but he wasn't thinking about the money when he furiosly swam towards the mercenaries' ship, all semblance of rationality long gone. And that sent him crashing into an emotion he rarely made use of: panic.

You had to go. Whatever human charm you had was starting to affect him, just the way it had affected his crew. He couldn't have that. He couldn't trash his ideals and his goals for some little spoiled princess who would have him enslaved if she had the chance.

He and his brothers would pay a visit to your parents, and reclaim what was theirs. And then they would leave you there, to live your stupid human life with a lesson well learned: Do not mess with the Arlong Pirates.

Yet, the mere thought of leaving you behind stirred something ugly in him, something unwanted, something dangerous. If he allowed that to grow he would end up losing everything that he had fought so hard for in the last few years. All the people he had lost, all his rage, pain, and desire of revenge would be reduced to nothing.

He should make you hate him, he should treat you like he would treat any other human, torture you to the point of insanity just for his own sadistic pleasure. But he had just crashed an entire crew like a one fishman army just to get you back.

For a minute, looking down at you, he wondered if he really couldn't have it all. His revenge, his money, his prize... He was Arlong the Saw, soon to be lord of the entirety of the East Blue, he could take, maul and kill whatever he pleased and no Marine army would be able to lay a hand on him!

But that... would mean admitting he had some soft spot for you and he... he hadn't decided yet how to act on that.

[propertyofkylar]

kinktober day 20: formalwear (f!avery x f!pc)

word count: 1007

tags/warnings: fucking in formalwear, fingering, avery is kind of an asshole but what else is new, pc gets turned on by luxury so relatable

It was a little bit scary, knowing that the cumulative worth of everything you were wearing was more money than you’d ever had in your life. 

Avery had picked out tonight’s outfit for you, and you were putting finishing touches on it while in her (fancy) bedroom. The gown you had on was truly exquisite - plunging neckline, satin fabric, delicate embroidered details. It was a far cry from what you’d worn on your first date with her: a ratty black dress and heels that had been in fashion 15 years ago. 

The elaborate dress was accented by accessories Avery had purchased for you. Your hair was styled in a neat updo, exposing the dangly earrings and heavy necklace on your throat. Frankly, you couldn’t stop staring at yourself. Avery had turned you into an entirely different person, and you couldn’t get enough. 

Avery, for her part, had on a long dark evening gown with a slit on one side. The simple elegance highlighted her natural beauty and for once, you felt like the two of you actually belonged together. You didn’t feel out of place. When the two of you would be seen together at tonight’s party, you would fit in at her side. 

She had a smug smile on her face as she saw you admiring yourself. “You certainly are a sight to behold,” Avery said, lightly scratching the nape of your neck. You shivered. 

“Look who’s talking,” you said with a smile. She laughed and gently took your chin in her hand.

“Seriously, though. You look beautiful. I hope you’re growing more accustomed to this life, mm?” 

Accustomed? Growing up the way you did, you probably would never really get used to dressing like this. But it felt good to do so. Seeing yourself like this was a great confidence boost. And getting to be with Avery while doing it…you knew there was no real love between the two of you. You got enough money to survive and to play the part of a socialite, while Avery got a precious jewel to hang off her arm and laugh at her every word. And that was fine. But you couldn’t deny that Avery was a very attractive older woman, and for the most part you enjoyed her presence, so it was overall a pleasant endeavor.

You turned to look at Avery, putting that innocent look on your face you knew she couldn’t resist. “Thank you,” you said sweetly. “You always take such good care of me, Avery.”

She smiled and took a few steps back, sitting on the edge of her plush bed. She patted the spot next to her. “Come here. We don’t need to leave just yet.”

You knew exactly what Avery was getting at and sat next to her obediently. She ran her hands over your body, feeling the soft fabric of your dress. “Stunning,” she said softly, and leaned in to kiss you.

You met Avery’s lips with a gentle passion. She slid a hand up your bare leg, squeezing your inner thigh. You whined into her mouth at the feeling. Her fingers ghosted at the thin lace of your panties and you pulled back to give her a confused look.

Avery grinned in response. “Well, we don’t have that much time before we have to leave.” She hiked up your skirt and began rubbing your clit through the fabric of your underwear - which, of course, had also been gifted to you by Avery. When you moaned and spread your legs slightly, Avery took that as an invitation to pull the panties to the side and slip two of her fingers into your cunt, which was growing wetter by the second. You opened your mouth to moan again or something, but Avery covered your lips with her own.

The feeling of her neatly manicured nails inside your aching pussy was intense as they scratched at your inner walls. The heel of her hand rubbed against your clit with every movement of her fingers and you found yourself whimpering into Avery’s mouth. With how turned on you already were to begin with, you knew you wouldn’t last long - and you knew that was exactly what Avery wanted. 

Getting finger-fucked while wearing an outfit more expensive than your life was an incredibly arousing experience. And Avery was clearly aiming to make quick work of you. Everything felt heightened; the smell of her luxury perfume in your nose creating a high.

She curled her fingers inside of you, pumping in and out. You felt yourself dripping onto the bedsheets and were thankful that Avery had pulled your skirt up enough before she started. A wet spot on the expensive dress would have honestly ruined your night. You tugged at the neckline of Avery’s gown and latched your mouth to her nipple, swirling your tongue as it hardened into a bud. You didn’t want to be completely selfish, after all. 

However, it was hard to do anything to Avery because her fingers were just that distracting. A lewd, wet sound permeated the room as she pumped her digits through your juices. Your mouth hung open, but no noises came out as pleasure mounted inside of you.

Your whole body was trembling as you felt a familiar tightness in your lower belly. Stuttered breaths were all you could manage as you began to fall apart around Avery’s fingers. Your own nails clung to the sheets beneath you as your orgasm hit, a long whine escaping your lips. Avery looked proud as she pulled her hand back, seemingly very pleased with herself for your speedy climax. Then, she shoved the two fingers into your mouth, watching you intently as you swirled your tongue around them and swallowed your own sweet slick.

“Good work, princess,” Avery was panting slightly as her fingers left your mouth with a wet pop. She glanced at her phone on the nightstand and turned back to you with a smile.

“There’s still some time left. Won’t you show me how much you appreciate me?”

[petrichoraline]

we know mork has a history of violence but his anger always seems directed at people who pose a threat to him or to his loved ones. in his interactions with day he is nothing but gentle and teasing at most. day doesn't have to worry about upsetting him because mork can easily handle his mean streak and sassy remarks. on the other hand, august is someone who gets irritated quickly. it doesn't take much to aggravate him. in this one scene revealing their history as partners, we see that august was hostile towards day from the very beginning while day felt apologetic from the get-go. what is supposed to be a sweet scene in which day makes it up to august by showing his determination to become better and august gets them matching headbands actually leaves a bitter taste. it's obvious august wasn't as angry at day as he let him think - even if he was initially, he cooled off by the morning and brought the custom-made (!!) headbands (which were made when exactly) as a way to reconcile. august was determined to make this team work as well but he played hard to get.

this wouldn't be that bad if it was where this behaviour ended but day reveals august's anger issues never disappeared.

day was the one trying to get close to him for the sake of their teamwork (which, on a side note, is probably a part of why he developed a crush on him - he had to think about him and how to get them closer, had to pay a lot of attention to august and his moodswings all of the time)

but most importantly, he had to make it up to him when he was mad because if he didn't, august's anger would lead to them losing competitions.

august's comfort and emotions have been prioritized since day 1. day, who freely talks smack, who is proclaimed as an asshole by his friends and doesn't deny it, day who was as rude as possible to all candidates at the interview in front of his family - he nearly had to walk on eggshells because his badminton partner, the other person responsible for his professional success, was often that hard to deal with.

we see those impulsiveness and aggressiveness in august's very aura, you can tell he's an impatient guy by just looking at him. he does what he wants and though he is sincere, he is also a coward and worst of all, he's indecisive. and day is not going to keep trying to please him now that he doesn't have to, now that he can actually feel what playful banter with no emotional draining feels like. day is in a state of constant waiting and one thing he should not and will not wait for is august figuring his feelings out and trying to be something he's never been to day before.

after what happened in that bar, mork is the one to make a firm decision and not even the passion of a badminton champion with anger issues would be enough to get past him.

[marie-swriting]

Confession Of Love | Real And True -Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw [2/2]

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Part one

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : After your relationship with Jake, you think you've finally found someone who can treat you right.

Warnings : Jake is still an asshole, mention of past relationships that suck, a bit of angst, happy ending, fear of being cheated on, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 4k

Song inspiration : Daylight by Taylor Swift

The sun is slowly going down in the sky whilst your laugh and Bradley’s fill the cold air as you walk to your front door. Once you’re in front of it, you stay face to face, trying to calm down. A smile on his face, Bradley tenderly looks at you catching your breath.

Bradley and you have been friends since you first met two years ago. He helped you get over your break up with Jake and he was there when you got into new relationships, no matter if they were long or not. Quickly, he became your best friend, your confidant. Your feelings for him started to shift along the way, that’s why you asked him out on a date once you felt ready to take the plunge. For a second, you were scared your moment together would be awkward but it happened naturally. However, knowing your luck with love, you dread the other side of the coin. Howbeit if Bradley seems like a nice guy, you’re scared it’ll end up in the tears. No matter how much you mentally prepare yourself for the worst, you know you’d suffer if you were to lose him.

Once you finally stopped laughing, you set your eyes on Bradley and you do your best to hide your growing anxiety. Everything will be decided during the goodbyes and you hope you haven’t been reading between the lines too much.

“I had a great time with you.” Bradley affirms, taking your left hand.

“Me too. I think I can even say,” you start, avoiding his gaze, “and it’s gonna sound cheesy, but it was the best date I ever had.”

“I agree.”

“Above all, I’m glad you weren’t annoyed by me only talking about books.” you joke, trying to not show how awkward you’re feeling.

“You could never annoy me. I love when you’re talking about your passion. Besides, it’s thanks to you I’m back on my reading game. It’d be ungrateful of me to not listen to you.”

“When I’ll finish reading this,” you say, showing the book he gifted you, “maybe we could talk about it around a cup of coffee?”

“I’d love to.”

Thinking your date is now over, you give Bradley one last smile then take your keys to open your door. Before you can unlock your door, Bradley catches your attention, nervousness visible on his face.

“Y/N, would you… would you mind if I kiss you? I know it’s our first date, but I’m dying to do it.” he stutters and you nod.

“I’m dying to do it, too.”

Bradley’s right hand finds its way to your cheek while his other hand is on your waist, slowly bringing you closer to him. You close your eyes before Bradley’s lips are pressed against yours.

You were expecting a kiss full of passion, almost in a rush, yet it’s slow and full of tenderness, which is better. Bradley takes his time, delicately moving his lips while you respond. The kiss doesn’t last long but you need a few seconds to get a grip on yourself.

When you open your eyes, Bradley’s loving gaze is on you, his right hand stroking your cheek while a silly smile takes its place on your face. He bids you goodbye before pecking your lips. Still surprised by your first kiss, you can only stammer an answer before he leaves you on your doorstep. Once you see him in his car while the night is setting in the sky, you can finally snap out of your trance and get home.

Your silly smile gets bigger as you think back of your afternoon with Bradley. Everything was perfect. He was a real gentleman with you - you didn’t doubt it for a second. You weren’t lying when you said it was the best date you had. Never a former partner treated you this way. Being friends with Bradley for two years might be the reason why. Whether it’s the reason or not, you’re happy you jumped with both feet with Bradley. Nevertheless, you can’t help but wonder if your relationship with Bradley is meant to last.

You’ve officially been in a relationship with Bradley for four months and everything is perfect. Well, almost. 

Your past love stories keep haunting what you have with Bradley. You know he really is someone good though there is always this small voice in the back of your mind telling you to be careful, that you’ve never been the exception before so it could be no different this time.

Bradley, knowing you like the back of his hand and having seen you in your last relationships, knows you tend to anticipate the worst. As soon as he notices the signs, he shows you you can trust him, that he’s different from your exes. He always manages to calm down your fears for a moment. It’s a daily combat and he makes sure to win every battle. Unfortunately, it only takes one thing, no matter how small, to make you overanalyze what you have with Bradley.

That night, at the Hard Deck with Bradley’s colleague, the trigger is Jake’s presence.

Since your break up, you’ve been avoiding him the best you can. Regrettably, like tonight, you have to be confronted by his presence. Technically, Jake wasn’t supposed to be there. When Bradley saw him coming, he instantly turned to you, wanting to know if you wanted to leave. You kissed him and told him it was okay. After all, you don’t have to talk to Jake.

For now, you’ve managed to not share a word with your ex, staying with Bradley, Phoenix and Bob. You’re playing pool and like every time, Bradley helps you. You’ve improved since the beginning of your friendship however sometimes, you still need your boyfriend’s advice - he also likes to be close to you when he shows you how to play. Overall, you’re having a good time until you use the restroom. Without any surprise, the girls bathroom is occupied so you have to wait fifteen minutes before going in. Once you’re out, you go wash your hands. While you’re rinsing them, the door opens on Jake. You glance at him before ignoring him.

“So you and Bradley. Is it new?” he asks whilst you’re wiping your hands.

“What makes you think you’re entitled to know this?”

“Put the claws away,” Jake says sarcastically, “I’m just curious. Was there something before or is it really new?”

At his question, you can’t help but have your eyes wide open, taken aback by his words.

“Are you really insinuating I might have cheated on you? Contrary to you, I know how to be faithful and luckily, I’ve finally found a guy who does as well.”

“Yeah, because he’s different from me and your other exes, right?” he retorts, looking you straight in the eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying every time you think you’ve found a dude different from the others, he ends up being like the others. I’m not saying this to be mean. I’m just stating a fact.” Jake says, trying to find a way to hurt you. “Has he ever said he loves you?”

You stay silent for a second, realising Jake might not be entirely wrong. Maybe Bradley does share more similarities with Jake than you’d like. After all, Bradley and Jake get along pretty well and he’s never told you he loves you. You want Bradley to tell you these three words just like you’ve been dreaming of telling them to him for a few weeks now though you want him to do it first.

“I don’t even know why I keep listening to you.” you reply, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Y/N.” he tries to hold you back.

“No! I already told you to not talk to me. I meant it two years ago and I still mean it. Leave me alone, Seresin.”

You leave the bathroom before Jake can add something. Once the door is closed behind you, you take a deep breath then go back to your friends. Upon seeing you, Bradley kisses your cheek and hands you a pool cue. You shake your head, informing him you don’t want to play. Bradley’s brows furrowed, noticing a small difference in your voice. You reassure him by telling him you’re just a bit tired but he can still play. Bradley accepts your explanation though, he doesn’t buy it.

Jake’s words keep echoing in your mind. You don’t like how much power he still has over you yet he said the right thing to get into your head.

The rest of the evening, you watch Bradley and Jake interacting before comparing them. You find yourself pathetic by doing so but you can’t help it. They might be different in several aspects, your brain can find connections.

At the moment your worries finally leave your mind, a woman approaches Bradley while he’s ordering a drink at the bar. You watch the scene unfold, having a horrible sensation of déjà-vu, whilst Bradley gets his drink and answers her without paying much more attention to her. Contrary to two years ago, you stay silent. You don’t ask a question, apprehensive about a potential lie. Your brain adds this moment to the reasons why Bradley might not be so different. You sigh before shifting position on the stool. Seeing you moving uncomfortably, Bradley takes this as a sign you're really tired and your mutism is only reinforcing this idea. He informs your friends you're going home before you both get into Bradley's Bronco.

On the way home, you don’t say anything. Bradley was waiting for you to say something or at least turn the music on - he knows you hate a silent trip. Your head is resting on the car window while you’re watching the landscape. You can’t see a lot of things in the dark night though you’re too lost in your thoughts for it to bother you. At that instant, Bradley knows something is up and he’ll have to make you talk. You still struggle when it comes to communication so, even if he hates it, Bradley forces you to talk to him when something is wrong. He just wants to make sure you don’t get too lost in your fears to the point of distancing yourself, like you used to do in the past.

As soon as you’re at Bradley’s, you take your shoes off and you’re about to go to his room when he holds you back. You turn around and look at him, frowning.

“What’s on your mind?” Bradley questions.

“What do you mean?”

“Something’s wrong. You’ve been silent.”

“I’m just tired.” you lie, you’re about to walk away again when he stops you.

“Y/N, I know you.”

“Can we do this tomorrow? I’d like to go to sleep.”

“No.” he says, firmly, “Something is bothering you and we can’t avoid this conversation. Did I do or say something ? Did something happen at the bar ?” Bradley asks but you stay silent. “Don’t shut me out. We have to talk.”

“Because communication is key, right?” you retort.

“Yes, it is.”

“Then why don’t you go talk to the other woman?” you bite back while he looks at you, confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“The woman who came to talk to you at the Hard Deck.”

Bradley has to think hard before understanding who you’re referring to.

“I don’t see what she has to do with this. She just asked me where the bathroom was. Nothing more. I don’t know her.”

‘I don’t know her’. The same explanation Jake gave you about the woman he was seeing behind your back. At that moment, you get defensive, wanting to protect your heart from a potential pain, knowing what’s going to happen next all too well.

“That’s what they all say.”

“Is this about Jake?” Bradley asks, starting to understand the situation.

“I don’t know, you tell me. He’s your friend. You know, before tonight, I hadn’t realised how much you two had in common.” you remark, petty.

“I am not like him and you know it.”

“He’s your friend so there must be things you agree on.”

“Not in the way he treated you. He acted like an asshole to you and you can ask Phoenix, she’ll tell you I gave him a hard time when I learned what he’d done to you. Y/N, I have no intention of hurting you.” he promises, taking a step forward and you take a step back.

“How can I be sure I can trust you? You’re too good to be true, there must be a catch.”

“Not necessarily. Look, I know you’ve been hurt in the past and I get why you have doubts but I am not like Jake or any of your exes.” Bradley states with a soft but firm voice.

“Maybe, but you might get tired of me, like the others.”

“It will never happen. No matter how hard you try to push me away because you’re afraid to get your heart broken, I’ll keep proving to you you can trust me, that everything will be okay. You’re worth it. I love you and I’ll be ready to do anything for you.” he confesses, getting closer and this time you don’t move, taken aback by his words. “So you can keep blaming me, but I will stay here to prove to you what we have is real and true.”

“You love me?”

“Since the day I met.”

At his sentence, you’re filled with mixed emotion. You’re happy to know he shares your feelings and you’re also guilty to realise how much you’ve been blaming him. Bradley is sincere with what he said, you can feel it. The first time you finally find something good, you treat him as if he is going to stab you in the back at any moment.

“I’m sorry, Bradley. I shouldn’t have said all of this. I don’t know why I can’t tell the difference between the good people and the bad ones. You’re a good man, I shouldn’t treat you like you’re an asshole. I’m always ruining everything.” you mutter, tearing up.

“You’re not ruining anything.”

“I am.” you retort, “It was cruel from me to compare you to Jake when you do everything for me. It’s just that Jake got in my head and I let my fears talk. I should have trusted you more. I have to trust you more.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Bradley assures you, stroking your cheek. “At least, we’ve talked about it and everything is settled.”

“Because you forced me to and it shouldn’t have been the case. I’m sorry for this too. I swear I’m trying to make an effort, even if it doesn’t look like it. It’s just complicated.” you confess, a tear rolling down your cheek and Bradley wipes it, a compassionate smile on his face.

“I know and I’m not expecting it to become easy overnight. Besides, you’ve improved. Before, I needed two days to know what was going on in your head. Now, it’s only a few hours.”

“Having a good boyfriend helps to open up. Thanks for being so patient with me.” you say, hugging him. “I love you, too, Brad’.”

“You don’t have to say it back just because I said it first.”

“I want to say it. I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks but… I was afraid to jinx it by saying it first. I love you so much, Bradley.” you repeat, looking at him in his eyes.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

At his sentence, a big smile takes place on your lips then you press them against Bradley’s. Your kiss is full of passion and love. Your hands get lost in Bradley’s hair whilst his right hand is on your neck and his other hand on your hips. You kiss until you’re out of air. Once you break the kiss, you put your head on Bradley’s torso while he’s holding you closer to him. You listen to his heartbeat, a peaceful expression on your face. Your fears have only left your mind temporarily however it’s the least of your worries. You found someone who will fight for you to keep you close to him, the one who will say the right words to reassure you or just to confess his feelings. You can finally see the light. This relationship could be the one.

Message from Bradley, 10:40 A.M.:

Hey, I’m sorry, I’m not gonna make it for lunch. I have my break later. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I love you ❤️

Upon reading Bradley’s text, you sigh. You quickly reply it’s okay and you love him before putting your phone back in your pocket. Feeling the tears, you focus back on the books you have to take off the shelves. You’re not going to cry just because he cancelled a date! It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. He is not Jake. Bradley didn’t cancel so he could break your heart.

You keep working while a part of your brain is imagining every worst case scenario when your colleague, Cora, calls you. She has to repeat your name four times for you to turn your head towards her.

“Everything okay?” she asks, worried.

“Yeah.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Not really.” you answer before sighing, “I was supposed to meet up with Bradley for lunch at a diner mid-way between the bookshop and TopGun but he cancelled last minute ‘cause of work. It’s nothing.”

“He’s not Jake.” Cora affirms, guessing your anxiety.

“I know.”

“You don’t seem convinced. Y/N, Bradley really is different and he loves you. He's a good guy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here defending him.”

“I know.”

“Is it the first time he cancels?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Well, in almost six months of relationship, it seems like a pretty good statistic.” she remarks with a positive tone. “You don’t have to worry. Bradley is completely smitten by you. Don’t forget all the times he came here to order a book and came back the next day or the day after to see if it’d arrived.” Cora reminds you, making you laugh. “Did he even read all these books?”

“If he's a real reader, probably not.”

“True. The fact is he did everything to see you whilst respecting your boundaries.” she resumes with a serious face. “He’d do everything for you. You found someone great. You can trust him.”

“I trust him. Sometimes, I just imagine the worst but I trust him.”

“Good. But if I were to be wrong, which I won’t, I was with you from 11 P.M. ‘til 1 A.M.”

“Okay.” you laugh before taking her in your arms to thank her.

Once Cora is sure you’re okay, she lets you get to your work while she goes to help a client. You keep emptying the shelves, making several round trips between the shelves, the computer and the boxes next to it until your lunch break.

As soon as you get back to work, you put the boxes full of books in the backshop one by one, ruining your back in the process. You’re about to take the third box when you hear the bookshop door opening. You turn around to greet the client only to discover Bradley with a smile on his face and his right hand behind his back.

“What are you doing here? I thought we weren’t seeing each other today.” you question, confused. 

“My lunch break might only be now but it doesn’t mean we can’t see each other.” Bradley explains, pecking your lips.

“But you only have one hour, you shouldn’t have come all the way here.”

“I wanted to see you, even if it’s just for five minutes and I also wanted to offer you this as an apology. I thought it’d change from the books.” he smiles, handing you the bunch of pink tulips he was holding behind his back.

“They’re my favourites! How did you know?”

“You told me.”

“No, I didn’t.” you contradict, frowning.

“Yes, you did. It was when we met for the third book on your recommendation list, it was a Stephen King, if I’m not wrong.” Bradley informs, surprising you.

“But it was a long time ago! And I don’t even recall talking about my favourite flowers.”

“I don’t remember what we were talking about, though you quickly mentioned tulips, especially the pink ones, were your favourites.”

“And you remembered?” you ask, shocked and touched at the same time.

“Of course. I remember every detail about you.”

Overwhelmed with the love Bradley gives you, you don’t know how to answer so you throw yourself at him to kiss him. Once you break the kiss, you look at Bradley, eyes full of love, admiring his face lightened up by the daylight.

For Bradley, tulips are only a detail about you but for you, it’s more than that. Never one of your exes paid that much attention to you. Bradley knows you better than everyone else and he’s honest with you. He even took time off his break to see you. Before, you were always the one making up time to see your exes, not anymore. No matter if it’s ten minutes or one hour, Bradley makes sure to always make up time for you.

This moment shows to you that Bradley is perfect for you. He might reassure you when you talk about your worries, however it’s innocent moments like this one that proves you you can trust him, that he means it when he says he’ll always be there for you and he loves you. With Bradley, you’re more than the exception, he makes you feel unique and in his eyes, you are. He only sees you and you only see him. Your fears can officially leave your mind, your romance is meant to last. Bradley is the one. And for the first time in your life, you can’t wait to see how your relationship is going to evolve.

You turn in Bradley’s bed and with your hand, you search for your boyfriend’s body. Feeling an empty space, you open your eyes and discover he’s not beside you anymore. You stretch and rub your eyes before leaving the warmth of the sheets.

As soon as you leave the bedroom, you hear noise coming from the kitchen. You go to the room while slowly waking yourself up. Once you’re in the kitchen, you find Bradley shirtless, his back to you, making pancakes. The morning light makes him even more beautiful, illuminating every inch of his tanned skin. It’s a sight you could admire your whole life. You walk closer to Bradley and hug him from behind, pressing your head against his back whilst your hands touch his torso. Bradley jumps at your touch then he greets you while turning off the stove.

“Sorry, did I make too much noise?” he asks, putting pancakes on two plates.

“No. You weren’t in bed anymore, I was looking for you.”

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed.” Bradley explains, turning around to you, pecking your lips. “What do you say about it?”

“What do I say?” you repeat, smiling. “Rooster, take me to bed or lose me forever.”

“Show me the way home, honey.”

Without saying another word, you move backwards, pulling Bradley towards you. Impatient, he puts his hands on your hips and raises you from the ground. You let go of a small scream before wrapping your legs around his waist. Pancakes abandoned, Bradley brings you back to the bed while you’re kissing and laughing.

You’re serene in his arms. For once, it doesn’t end up in tears but in laughs and love in its purest form. You’ve managed to find the love you were only reading about. You’ve finally found the man you deserve. Being in love with Bradley is easy and peaceful. Bradley brings you way more than confessions of love you dreamed of hearing.

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Part one

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[livsoulsecrets]

BuckTommy Fic - I want the luck of a quiet love

@bucktommyweek Prompt: Day 3 - Bad Weather Days (mental or literal)

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of homophobia and homophobic slurs

Summary: Buck’s dealing with Gerrard’s presence by keeping everything bottled up. Tommy helps him unwind.

“Sometimes I feel like the whole world is trying to tell me who I should be and how I should act.”

“Not the whole world,” Tommy countered, cradling Evan’s face between his hands. “I want you to be exactly who you are, Evan Buckley.”

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The thing about Evan that never failed to surprise Tommy was that he was an open book.

No emotion was guarded, not truly. It was all there, plastered across his face.

When he was happy, his eyes wrinkled, and his smile took over half his face. When he was sad, the tears trailed down his reddened cheeks without shame.

But when he was mad, it was usually quiet for a while before the dam broke.

Evan was mad a lot these days. Tommy could see it in the tense line of his shoulders—he could feel it under his fingers when he undid the knots across his back.

There was anger simmering inside him, and Tommy knew it was the only thing holding back the sadness. He was angry for Bobby’s removal from the 118 and his replacement for Gerrard, for Mara being taken away from Hen and Karen, for Chris being gone, and for the effect it had on Eddie.

Tonight, though, his anger felt different—more tangible, no longer a mere coverup for the losses Evan had faced. Not even the hot shower and Tommy’s hands dancing across his spine had dispersed it.

Tommy knew that type of anger well enough. He had been on the other side of it. He had come home after a bad shift with the feeling of failure hanging heavy on his shoulders, and Evan’s presence had been the only thing keeping him together in the aftermath.

In the darkness of Evan’s room, with his boyfriend draped over his chest, Tommy asked quietly, “Did something happen today?”

Evan remained quiet for a moment, then mumbled, “I feel like everything has been happening lately.”

Tommy didn’t take the diversion for what it was, but he also didn’t push for Evan to share more.

In the quietness that followed, Evan rolled away from his arms and sat up on the bed. Tommy followed suit, sitting cross-legged across from Evan, who was supporting himself against the headboard.

Evan tapped his fingers against his own thigh before he faced Tommy again. “It’s Gerrard.”

Tommy bristled at that, trying his best to control the anger that rose within him at the mere mention of that name.

Evan’s voice was quiet as he went on, and Tommy missed the usual enthusiasm that always laced Evan’s words. He had once ranted to Tommy about the foundation of the United States Postal Service with so much passion that Tommy had smiled every time he went to pick up his mail for weeks.

He hated Gerrard for plenty of justified reasons, and he could add one more to the list now.

“He had been treating me like I was just like him at first. Cracking his stupid jokes and bragging about the rescues he pulled when he was my age, and I just wanted to run him over with one of the trucks, but Hen had told me we needed to be at our best behavior to help Bobby get back, so I tried. I really tried, Tommy.”

Evan ran a hand through his hair, and continued, “He definitely noticed I didn’t think the sun came out of his ass after the first few days. So, at least I didn’t need to deal with him trying to take me under his wing this last week.”

“That never ends well, trust me,” Tommy agreed.

Evan chuckled and then added, “It was around the end of the shift today—which had been hell—and he told one of the probies, Morris, to clean up the trucks.”

Evan stalled for a moment, seeming to brace himself for what he was going to say next. “When Morris left, I got up and said I’d go help just so I could have some excuse to get away from that asshole. That’s when Gerrard told me to sit down, ‘cause the fairy probie was going to take care of it.”

Tommy cringed, more than capable of envisioning Gerrard’s voice spitting out the most absurd of things in its disturbingly nonchalant tone.

“I’m so sorry you had to hear that. And for the probie too,” Tommy reached out and took Evan’s hand, playing with his fingers. He hoped that could offer his boyfriend some comfort. “What happened then?”

“I told him we fairies needed to stick together,” Evan murmured, a grin pulling at the sides of his perfect mouth.

Tommy couldn’t help it. He laughed, a full-body giggle that released the tension he had been holding within himself since Evan began his tale.

“And I assume he didn’t love the response.”

“I didn’t stick around to see it, to be honest,” Evan shrugged, “but I got a good look at his face before I left. There was this disdain in his eyes—this blind hatred that I had never seen before. It’s so stupid to say it, but I felt like I was the one in the wrong there for a second.”

“You weren’t. Of course you weren’t.”

“I know that, but I don’t think I feel it yet. No one has ever looked at me like that. Not even my mom when she was furious, and, trust me, she has been furious with me a lot.”

Tommy opened his mouth, then closed it again. He wasn’t entirely sure where to start unpacking all of that, but he figured Evan needed him to listen more than he needed him to talk right now.

“It was different with Gerrard, though. He wasn’t angry at me for doing something stupid and getting hurt. He decided right there that he hated me because of who I am. I think it was the first time it happened to me. Hen had told me about how he was and what he was capable of, but it’s different when it’s happening in the present, right in front of your eyes…”

Evan stared at his lap. “I feel like an idiot. I can’t believe I let him get in my head.”

Tommy shook his head, tugging on Evan’s hand to get his full attention. “Let’s not go there. It’s not your fault Gerrard gets out of bed every day with his mind set on making everyone’s lives a living hell. You stood up for yourself, and for Morris. I’m proud of you for that. I do think, though, you need to be very careful these next few days, and not let him hurt you, because he’ll try.”

Evan hanged on to his every world, like a man adrift at sea who needed a way home. Tommy hoped he didn’t make them both sink.

His boyfriend leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. Evan muttered against his lips, “Thank you.”

When he pulled away, Evan said, “I hate that he got under my skin. I’m still adjusting to so much, and sometimes I feel like the whole world is trying to tell me who I should be and how I should act.”

“Not the whole world,” Tommy countered, cradling Evan’s face between his hands. “I want you to be exactly who you are, Evan Buckley.”

Evan dropped his forehead against Tommy’s and let out an exhausted sigh. “And who is that, Tommy?”

“The type of man who doesn’t let people like Gerrard prey on the weak. I’d give anything to have the bravery you had today, back when I was in the 118. You fight for what you believe in, and what you believe in is kindness. How could I want you to be anything other than exactly that?”

Evan stayed very quiet for a moment and backed away a bit to take a good look at Tommy’s face.

“God, I love you,” he uttered.

Tommy’s mouth fell open in a quiet gasp, unsure if he had heard what he thought he heard.

Before he could confirm, Evan grabbed his face and kissed him.

It was a mess of hands, tongue, and teeth, as Tommy felt himself being pushed into the bed and Evan’s body covering his own.

Like that kiss Evan planted on his lips when he walked into the hospital for Chim and Maddie’s wedding, this one spelled out all the emotions Evan couldn’t put into words.

And Tommy took them in stride, like he always did and always would. He’d take anything Evan gave him because he was a miracle, and Tommy would be a fool to deny him anything he wanted.

“I love you so much,” Evan said again, and there was no room for doubt now.

When Evan’s brain caught up with what he said, his eyes widened, and he planted his hands on each side of Tommy’s head to push himself off him in a frenzy, but Tommy laced a hand through his waist and pulled him closer again.

“I love you too, Evan.���

“You do?” He asked in awe, like Tommy would ever lie about that.

“So much,” Tommy said, and kissed him again for good measure.

“I can’t believe I just said I love you to you for the first time in the middle of a rant about freaking Gerrard,” Evan grunted, dropping his head to Tommy’s shoulder.

“That might be the one good thing this man has ever done for me,” he mused, lifting Evan’s head from its hiding spot, “so I’ve got no complaints.”

Evan laughed, and it sounded more genuine this time.

“We’ll figure this out. I don’t know how, but we will. Gerrard will not be there forever. Things’ll get better,” Tommy told him, and found that he actually believed in it.

For all the things Evan had changed by coming into his life, Tommy had never expected he’d turn into an optimist.

“I know. He was kicked out once. We’ll get him again,” Evan agreed.

He then propped his head atop Tommy’s chest, his hand tracing Tommy’s chin while the other traveled down.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and it should have looked ridiculous, but that was Evan. Tommy found everything he did endearing.

“Now, can we forget that man exists for the rest of the night? I have better ideas of what to do with our time.”

“Do tell me,” Tommy said, a bit breathless.

Evan did. And Tommy followed him easily, as he was starting to suspect he would do for the rest of his life.

[silent-sanctum]

Hey so uhhh I was wondering if you can make a lil small itty witty fic about jotaro's pov on the reader, like how he sees them how he feels about them and what not, kinda just random thought yk bit i feel like itd be cute🤭🤭 i hope you understand what i mean by this, anywhom I hope you have a wonderful day 🫶🫶

hiya! sorry this took so long to fulfill TT. But eventually I got this out for everyone to see~~ Hope I gave your request some justice and hope everyone enjoys it ^^ also i recommend playing this for some additional feels~

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Love.

Such a strange, contradicting feeling that is. It’s subtle yet it’s obvious. It creeps up to you the way a vine does on a decrepit wall, yet it hits you straight out of nowhere like a punch you didn’t expect coming. It’s selfless and selfish at the same time. Bits of every emotion ever felt laced with this one feeling.

Others found it stemmed from a sense of destiny, a fate interwoven in the universe. Others figured it was simply a feature built into human beings due to our species being the social type who craved connections with fellow humans.

For me, I have always been the one to side with reason and logic, often siding with the scientific explanations and dismissing the crap that was merely wishful thinking, but when it comes to this… I’m not sure I completely side with either.

Honestly, I don’t even know if love is something I’m able to express properly the way others express it. And the reason? It’s complicated.

My mother was the hopeless romantic, so full of love and care tending to my wellbeing, compensating for the lack my father couldn’t give me due to his work. Outside of family, I never knew how to show love to others, more so when they treat me and my mom like outsiders.

And so I thought, “Since I’m not sure how this works, why should I love someone else when all it does is make me tired in the long run, exhausted from spreading it to assholes who’d taunt and abuse you in return?”

I was sure of my decision. Just as I always was with anything else.

But then you came.

You were everything new and unfamiliar. Someone who I couldn’t understand at first because you were so different from me- passionate, outspoken, lively, and brimmed with so much love. But, just like love itself, you were a walking contradiction.

You had all these positive traits that blended you neatly with the rest, but you were also sassy, sarcastic, passive-aggressive, and assertive which admittedly caught me off guard. One that wasn’t afraid to bite to protect or wouldn't back down without putting up a fight no matter how friendly you were.

If anything, you made me intrigued. Your foreign charm made me want to know you more the way the other students failed to do.

And so, I did what I wanted to do. I allowed you to venture more into my life- being a part of my break times and hours of dismissal, knowing about my Stand, learning about my family’s generational problem with an old enemy, and joining me in the quest to solve it.

Throughout it all, when all I wanted was to know you better, I grew to learn the one thing I thought I couldn’t do… I grew to love you.

I couldn’t accept it at first because it startled me when all of a sudden, I became aware of how my heart raced and my stomach fluttered every time you cast a beaming smile in my direction or whenever you showed me genuine kindness time and time again. Or even when you sass me whenever I tried to throw you off with my usual rudeness.

Your laughter moved me to smile and do the most stupid shit to make you that happy again. Your tears urged me to help you through your pains, to move past my cold reserved shell and engulf you with warmth.

And your confession encouraged me to reciprocate- to acknowledge and let you know how I truly felt about you.

Suddenly, after the bullshit all of us had to go through, all the times we spent with our friends… you became someone more than just a close friend.

Unexpectedly, you became my lover.

And I didn’t know why. I was everything messed up when you met me the first time and time we saw each other again years after our journey. With the first, I was a rude delinquent unable to fit in with the crowd. The second an insomniac college student who was too much of a coward to fight his own trauma.

Yet despite all my flaws, all my constant attempts to flee from my deeply-seated insecurities and fears, you were so stubborn and undyingly loyal that you never gave up on me. You stood by my side, held me when I was at my weakest, and professed that no matter the situation-

You’d stay with me until the end.

Because you loved me just as much as I have loved you for all these years.

And look where we are right now- happily married for 7 years in a cozy villa by the sea, raising our beautiful daughter unconditionally.

In the end, love is unexpected. It isn’t linear nor is it too chaotic. It’s a pinch of fate and a handful of the need to seek intimacy. It comes in many shapes and forms, including one in the shape of my dear spouse.   

I don’t know how to end this rather long journal entry but I guess I can end it with a note to you, in case you’re reading.

For all the bullshit you had to put up with, the amount of patience you had staying with me, the times when you had to power through all these supernatural obstacles… Thank you.

Thank you for seeing me through thick and thin. Thank you for loving me the way I am. Thank you for helping me throughout our time together.

I wish for nothing more than to continue our life as it is right now.

I love you and always will.

[mrsnancywheeler]

Okay let’s began girlies 👹

Billy’s muse writing “Lacy” about Daisy. You mentioned she writes songs once. You also mentioned (during Chicago show) she felt some jealousy towards Billy and Daisy but imagine if throughout Daisy being in the band she feels jealous of her. She feels jealous of the way Billy and Daisy act around each other (cause I could imagine the tension between them still being around)

But to Lacy being about Daisy. It’s clear muse has a lot of reverence for Daisy.

“Lacy, oh, Lacy, skin like puff pastry

Aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?”

I think the idea of someone being sweet but being jealous of them is big here. Daisy is sweet to her, she’s so nice and caring yet she can’t help but feel like shit when Daisy is around Billy.

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“Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies

Did I ever tell you that I'm not doing well?”

1. I mean…daisies….Daisy

2. I think Muse tells Daisy a lot but I doubt she’d tell her if she was jealous of her, that she hates when she’s around Billy

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“I linger all the time

Watchin', hidden in plain sight”

I feel like this is especially for when they do shows. Muse always there but (especially during shows) she’s invisible.

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“Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin”

Feeling jealous over someone who is genuinely nice to her, that has showed no interest in Billy probably does make Muse feel like she’s loosing it. like she’s crazy. And Daisy is smart, she’s talented, she’s beautiful.

Plus Daisy is NICE the fact that she’s nice to Muse. She compliments her, tells her she deserves better. And it hurts, it hurts that this girl she’s jealous over is so nice

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“Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?”

I think that Billy may be an asshole but he does admit that Daisy is talented, he probably talks

to Muse about it and Billy never genuinely compliments her so of course it’s gonna feel like shit

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“My stomach's all in knots

You got the one thing that I want”

I think it’s like the feeling of being jealous, it feels like knots in your stomach yk?

And Daisy has Billy’s attention in a way Muse doesn’t. Daisy can push back on Billy and nothing happens. Daisy can do as she likes and Billy has to go with it. Daisy isn’t scared of loosing Billy. Muse wants all of that.

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“Ooh, I try, I try, I try

Try to rationalize

People are people

But it's like you're made of angel dust”

The idea that Muse has this reverence for Daisy. Like sure “Daisy is just another person” but she isn’t! She’s special. She’s beautiful, talented, she’s smart, she commands respect. (Plus the way Billy looks at her on stage)

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I feel like muse holds a lot of jealousy for Daisy. Not only stemming from the fact that Daisy can speak out for herself, can do what she wants, but also because of the way Billy acts around her.

-🌾anon

BEEN SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT THIS, LET'S DIVE IN

billy is unfaithful, we been knew this, and him and daisy are like twin flames that could destroy each other with passion. and muse can feel the tension, feel that billy wouldn't be above getting emotionally hooked onto daisy. and she just wonders, why not her? since she was 19 she's devoted her life to this, to being there for billy, she doesn't have a career, hell he doesn't even want to label what they are, but she's stuck around because she's young and naive and attached to the first older guy who showed her attention. but why the hell does daisy get the attention she wants? the passionate billy? the tension? it eats muse up inside.

and daisy defends her from billy, tries to get her to leave, to find herself, it's somewhat nice. to be seen as person rather than an object of affection, and daisy is the sweetest thing in this side of hell. the endless cycle of love and hate, adoration and degradation, billy and eddie.

billy and daisy even have chemistry singing in the studio and just imagining muse getting more visibily upset after watching them sing together and daisy asks her what up because she cares and muse quickly shakes it off because of she lets daisy know, or billy, then the threat is real, the fear really exists.

and this especially increases during shows. muse watching how close they get, the unmistakable feeling of pure chemistry between them, and muse is muse so her reactions constantly change but at her core it just shakes her all the way through every time. sometimes she flirts with eddie after a show to make billy pay attention to her, to feel his passion focused on her, other times she's so happy the moment they get off stage, wanting to help him out anyway she can, please him. desperate for him to look at her like he was looking at daisy. sometimes she's mopey and lashes out at daisy. muse is just a mess.

daisy is totally telling muse all the great things about herself as proof that she should leave billy and all muse can think is about how those traits compare to daisy, someone billy could easily become addicted too.

"you're so talented." 'you're more talented'

"you're stunning." 'not as much as you are, not as gorgeous.'

"youe heart is so sweet." 'not like yours, or the rage for you wouldn't be hidden in there. '

OKAY AND when billy starts writing songs with daisy and he stops consistently telling muse he's written a song for her. like of course quite a few are and daisy has just worked on them too, but it starts to feel to muse like he's writing about daisy and she's writing about him. so listening to him ramble on about how amazing, talented, the great song him and daisy worked on, muse starts to feel dejected, like billy's found a new prize toy, a new favorite puppy. and sometimes she just tries to blow him just to get him to starts complimenting her head instead.

and muse totally starts acting like a clingy, lost puppy when there's days in the studio where billy's infatuation with daisy is too visible for her to ignore it. and it usually annoys billy more but then when daisy picks up that there's definitely something going on with muse and that she needs more of something. and she's so sympathetic it makes muse more sick.

muse wants to be daisy so that billy will pay attention, so that she can feel confident in what she says and does, so that when she leaves she won't come back, so that she won't need billy or eddie . but she's not daisy and it's ruining her.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Another idea for meat and greet? Yn wakes up to spencer surprising her with her greatest enemy tied up in a chair for her to k!ll, almost as like a really fucked up apology 😭 but it ends w smut cs im filthy 😛

Js a thought!!

Meat and greet 7: Your sweet on me honey forever

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Warnings: murder and smut

An: this is fabulous in the fucked up way of this series love it! Also title comes from farewell ii flesh by ink!

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I wake up to your name being said softly. Wait wtf I locked the door! I shoot up straight in bed and am meet with the smiling face of Spencer.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" I yell "Doesn't matter I have something for you" he still smiles "what is it?" "I'll show you come with me!" He grabs my hand and I am practically dragged out of bed, down the stairs and to the basement. WTF does he have planned?

We get to the bottom of the basement stairs and tied to a chair I see a person sitting with a bag over their face. "Spencer what is this?" I ask confused and slightly annoyed. He grins "take the bag off and find out love"

I pull the bag off to reveal a reporter form a rival news outlet. "Spencer what the actual fuck?!"

"What don't you like your gift?" He asks. "Why the fuck is he here and what am I supposed to do with him how is this a present?" Spencer rolls his eyes and pulls a gun from the waist band of his jeans.

"Well my love this asshole has been stealing your articles and saying there his own, so I figured id bring you him as an apology for last night"

I look at Spencer with a angry and bewildered expression. "Murder can't fix all of the worlds problem Spencer" "well it can sure as hell help with some of your problems" he said matter of factly handing me the gun.

I think for a few moments, this fucker is a asshole and he's been stealing my articles who knows how many other people he's done this to? Spencer snakes his hands around my waist and with encouraging whispers in my ear I cock the gun and fire three shots that all hit him in the head.

Blood splatter hits my face and my breathing gets a bit heavy. "Good girl" Spencer smiles as he kisses the side of my head. He then grabs the gun putting it on the murder tool table on the other side of the room. He returns back to my side and spins me so I'm facing him.

We lock eyes and he stares at me lovingly, "let's get you clean darling" he says gripping my hand and leading me back up the steps.

He leads me to the downstairs bathroom he has me sit on the edge of the tub while he gets a wash cloth form the towel rack.

He gets one end wet with warm water and neals in front of me and begins to gently wipe away the blood on my face as he cleans my face I stare into his eyes getting lost in them.

I didn't realize Spencer was done cleaning my face until he grabbed my hand a squeezed lightly. "I'm sorry love about the other night, I don't know what I was thinking but all I know is I didn't like her at all. But I know I love you, I love you with all my heart I will never do that again." Spencer looked in my eyes it felt like he could see into my soul, his eyes were watery. "I didn't want you to go ever, I don't ever want you to be mad at me. Please never leave me." Tears finally spill from Spencers eyes. I was at a loss for words, I finally lean in and kiss him passionately.

I only want to be with Spencer and no one else.

"Spencer," I said looking into his eyes. "I never want to be apart from you too, my love. I will always love you, and I'll never leave you." His face lightened up, it made me so happy that Spencer was no longer sad.

Spencer leans in and kisses me passionately. I never felt so much love from a person ever before. He finally lets go of my lips, and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest.

"I love you so much," Spencer says. I just smile and kiss his cheek.

"Let's go to the bedroom " I whisper in his ear,He kisses my forehead and takes my hand to the bedroom.

We get to the bed and he gently pushes me down on the bed. He then proceeds to take his shirt off, his muscles show through as he does so. Then he kisses me gently, he then proceeds to take my shirt off. My breath catches in my throat as he kisses my neck, goosebumps are everywhere on my skin.

He looks up at me and smiles then proceeds to kiss my lips, my cheeks, my forehead.

"Make love to me," I whisper, he proceeds to take off my jeans. He looks up at me with so much desire in his eyes, I could feel the fire from my heart to my soul. "Of course darling" He proceeds to take of my bra, and kisses my breast. Then he proceeds to take of his and my jeans.

Spencer gets on top of me, I wrap my legs around his waist. He enters me slowly, I moan in pleasure. "Your so tight baby," He whispers as he thrusts in and out of me. I moan again and bite on his neck, it felt amazing.

Spencer speeds up the thrusting, he's so deep inside me. I cry out in pleasure, and my toes curl I moan out again and dig my nails into his back. "Harder baby," I whisper back to him. He proceeds to go harder and deeper, his hands are on my hips.

My eyes close as I feel myself going over the edge, I moan out and dig my nails deeper into his back. I feel him going harder and faster, until he goes over the edge with me. "Ahhh," He moans out in pleasure. We both lay there panting and looking at each other. I lean up and kiss Spencer. "Your amazing," I say with a smile. He leans down and kisses me again, "I love you," He says.

"I love you too," I say back to him, then he falls asleep on my chest. I run my hand through his hair, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I fall asleep in Spencers arms.

[kinghijinx22]

Top 5 Canonical Pansexual Characters

So I recently made a post about why one of my all time favourite characters Mae Borowski from Night in the Woods is amazing pansexual representation and how the way her feelings are portrayed felt very accurate to my own. In that post I also said that there isn't enough pan rep, which is true and to prove my point I made a list of the only 5 undeniably canon pansexual characters I know of also 2 of them are from Steven Universe which is almost cheating to pull examples from. This is my ranking of all 5 of those characters based on how good they are as rep because I thought this would be a fun list to make and it's still Pride Month so yeah.

5. Willow Park (the Owl House)

So the Owl House is my favourite thing out of all the things mentioned on this list and Willow is my second favourite character here overall, but the way her being pan is handled is non existent in the show. There is nothing that even hints at it and Dana Terrace only announcing after the show seems disingenuous. I'm not too mad because the show already has plenty of queer rep that is fleshed out and sincere, but in the case of Willow it feels like Dana trying to retroactively cover all her basis. Besides this Willow is still a great character though, very likable, plant magic is cool and she has a great arc of finding her confidence and following her passion for sports.

4. Rose Quartz (Steven Universe)

An incredibly complex character that people with no media literacy love to hate. The idea that you witness her redemption character arc in reverse and how you only have word of mouth and flashbacks to go off of because she's actually dead throughout the whole show is kind of genius. As pan rep though, her orientation is left pretty vague. Like we know that she loved Greg and that Pearl loved her but whether Rose reciprocated Pearl's feelings is never answered. It's implied that she might have been polyamorous with a bunch of people and that it included Pearl but then Rose decided that she want a monogamous relationship with Greg and that's why Pearly became jealous of him. But again this is never explored beyond very vague hints.

3. Sadie Miller (Steven Universe)

Most likeable human character from Steven Universe and easily one of the best side characters. I like her arc of really finding herself throughout the show like when she quits her excruciating job at the Big Doughnut and discovers her passion for singing. She also discovers who she likes throughout the show when she is shown crushing on guys, gals and nonbinary pals throughout the show, eventually settling down with her enby partner Shep. While Shep is only in one episode near the end of the show they are pretty cool and they are really cute with Sadie as a couple.

2. Finn McNamara (Life is Strange 2)

This one is kind of weird to me because while I do like Finn overall and can sympathise with his backstory, the fact that they lock his romance with Sean behind making some morally bad decisions does have some pretty messed up implications behind it. Because there are 2 romance options in Life is Strange 2 between a girl named Cassidy and a guy name Finn and they make the Cassidy romance the one that's easier to get because it just shows up when you choose not to rob the weed farm guys, meanwhile you have to choose to go with Finn to use Daniel's powers to help them with the heist. Now the weed farm guys are assholes and you do need the money and Finn does have some good motivations, but he's also thinking selfishly and putting Sean's brother Daniel in danger and teaching him to use his telekinesis powers to get what he wants. By locking the same sex romance option behind the morally bad decision you are tying queerness to inherent deviance which sucks. Having said that, Finn does have a sympathetic backstory of being homeless after being used and betrayed by his father in his own drug business and I do believe he does want to make life better for his friends. Also the way that him being pansexual specifically is explained in the game is a very accurate portrayal. When Sean asks him who he likes Finn replies with "I don't see gender, I see people", which shows that Finn is genderblind when it comes to his orientation which has always been a pretty good way of explaining what being pan is like. I appreciate Finn for being overt Pansexual rep, the only dude pansexual rep as well and he is a likeable character overall even if his romance path carries some problematic implications when you compare it to the same sex option with Cassidy.

1. Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods)

One of the best protagonists from one of my favourite games. I love how nonconforming Mae is in every sense of the word. She's openly queer and refuses to conform to societies gender expectations. She's a cool cat person who plays bass in a band with her friends. Always speaks her mind, does what she wants and is unapologetically herself. Also an incredibly nice person at heart even if her bluntness and inability to read the room sometimes leads to some not great situations. A heavily flawed but still amazing character. She also happens to be pan which is very accurately portrayed throughout the story which I wrote a post about. To summarize, she explicitly states in one scene that she doesn't care about the gender of a person but she just wants to date someone that is tough and cool and "GRRR." There's a bunch of other stuff that she says throughout the game but it's also revealed that she has an ex who is a guy named Cole and she develops intimate feelings for a girl she meets at a party known as "Bombshell." Mae is an amazing character who I deeply relate to on a lot of levels and also admire for her ability to be herself and not care what other people think.

Picture sources

Mae Borowski - yorunowaltz on Tumblr

Finn McNamara - all ya faves are gay, matey on Tumblr

Sadie Miller - editsteven on Tumblr

Rose Quartz - Your Fave Loves And Supports LGBT+ People on Tumblr

Willow Park - (1) Daily LGBTQ+ Characters on Tumblr

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Seven: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Word Count: 7,575

Previous chapter

Friday night, that was the day that got settled as movie night, this had only happened once before but it had happened midweek, still it was your favorite thing to do with your fellow musketeers plus the teens. You were never going to admit it, at least not to Steve who was the one that came up with the idea and always tried to remind you all about it.

As far as you knew the girl called El and Mike were out of town with Nancy, Jonathan and a guy called Argyle. The latter seemed like a fake name but who knew, the 80’s were crazy times.

That left you with Dustin, Max, Lucas and Will. Will was so passionate about films and D&D that you were actually interested in knowing more.

The chosen movie was My Neighbor Totoro, no one saw that coming when Steve put it out on display in his living room. The teens quickly started arguing about why they had to watch some cartoon movie when Blade Runner was practically there, existing.

“It’s a damn masterpiece! We went to see Nausicaä and the Valley of the Wind and you said you loved it, Henderson. If I'm not wrong I saw you tear up.” Steve was defending Miyazaki with all he had.

“What!” Dustin squealed “that’s not true, that was Robin, she was crying.”

“I’m not denying anything, it was an epic battle, I got very emotional.”

“Just admit you cried Dustin,” Max said, tired already.

“I’ll watch it, Miyazaki has a great animation.” Will was already seated with a bowl of popcorn on his lap, you followed suit sitting by his side. He smiled at you.

“Whatever, just put it on… assholes.” Dustin muttered the last word, flipping you all his middle finger.

Steve smirked, he had won the argument… again.

Lucas fell asleep within the first twenty minutes, Dustin remained silent the whole film but you saw him enjoying the part where they made the tree grow big and when they traveled on the Bus-Cat thing.

Will commented occasionally, you nodded every time, mostly you were amazed by the imagination of the people that had created the film. Like you, Robin and Steve were ‘wow-ing’ every time something magical happened, your heart melted when the little girl found Totoro’s secret house, and you three were barely holding tears when the little kid disappeared.

“That was really cool.” Max said at the end, credits rolling.

“See? not everything has to be about spaceships and guns.” Steve looked at Dustin as he pointed this out.

Dustin kicked Lucas' feet, the latter almost fell off his seat.

“Uh, is it over already?”

“Yeah man, you missed it.” Steve took the tape out of his VHS player. “You, kids and ladies, want to order some pizza?”

Everyone cheered and the reunion moved to the kitchen. Steve put out beers for you and Robin only with the condition to not get drunk, he said it giving Robin a furtive glance. She didn’t care just drank a can within minutes.

“Jeez, Robin, keep it cool.”

“Shut up Steve, I’m with my best friends, I wanna celebrate.”

Music played softly in the background as everyone chatted, the pizza arrived in fifteen minutes and considering it was Friday night that was quite the record. Laughs were heard and you felt incredibly at ease, not worried or bored, you liked being there. Steve and Robin were fun and knew when to listen, their advice was trash but somehow it had worked so far, still they had no clue of when to keep their mouths shut.

“So are you excited for tomorrow, lover boy must have a whole repertory ready to serenade you.” Robin chucked, tipsy already.

You nudged her, widening your eyes as if she would get the hint to not say a word… too late.

“Wait… did it work? You and Eddie?” Lucas asked, cheese hanging from the corner of his mouth, he looked shocked.

“Lucas, told you to not say anything!” Max said with greeted teeth, the whole group heard her.

“Uh… Dustin? Did you tell them?” you knew the answer already.

“Shit!”

“DUSTIN!!”

“Y/n, sorry. Max can be persuasive and very scary at times.”

“I’m not scary!”

“Yes, you are.” All the boys said at the same time.

“Of course, and she told Lucas and I bet Will and your friend El and Mike and the whole town now knows I like Eddie. Fucking awesome dude.”

You let your head fall over the kitchen counter making a horrible thud.

“You fucked up man.” Steve said nonchalantly, eating his pizza.

“Hey, why are you so against me today, Steve. Thought we were like Batman and Robin or Doc Brown and Marty McFly.” Dustin threw his hands up in the air, clearly bothered.

“I mean we are, but come on dude, this is y/n we’re talking about, have some respect over the lady’s heart. Look at her, she already has enough on her plate just by liking Munson.”

If only you had laser vision, you would’ve burnt Steve’s hair.

“Sorry, I take that back, it was a bad joke.” He apologized.

“Well, now we all know, so what’s the plan for tomorrow.” Will intervened, patting your shoulder. It was nice of him to do so.

“Nothing. I just want to enjoy the night and then… we’ll see.”

“But you’re like totally kissing him, right?” Max said, with that wry smile.

The rest of the boys didn’t agree, they all made gaging noises or just grunted.

“If the time feels right, hell yeah.” More grunting. “But I don’t want to make it weird, I’m leaving in a couple of weeks so I don’t know.”

“This is so exciting! Love is in the air, that’s why I have some news guys.” Robin exclaimed, jumping and clapping her hands. “I kissed Vickie this morning.”

“No way!”

“Are you for real?”

“That’s the way to go!”

Everyone spoke at the same time giving Robin all the support and greetings she deserved. She’d been so in love with Vickie since forever and now they were finally making progress.

You hugged her and then Steve did the same, slowly everyone joined the ball of hugs until Robin pushed you all away because you were causing her anxiety. Still she was smiling so wide, she seemed to be glowing.

The teens were dancing and Steve started to make drinks with lemon and mint, you weren’t sure what he was doing but he was enjoying himself, this gave you time to put Robin aside, Steve’s garden was calm and the air was making your hair dance and finally with a little bit of privacy you hugged Robin properly.

“I’m really so happy for you, you and Vickie!! Oh god it’s been long enough Robs,” Robin’s face went red, bright and cute.

“Thanks, yes it took us a lot, right? But I guess it was totally worth the wait, she was so so sweet and it wasn’t even planned nor I felt like I had to do it, the total opposite; we were simply walking. She walked me home after I went to give her a few books she lent me so we were there and literally was like a swift move, our hands kinda brushed and she was already so so red, like it matched her hair and I was laughing and she was too but I said to myself ‘Robin you gotta hold her hand’ next thing I knew bam! I was holding her hand and even though our palms were all sweaty she didn’t let go, can you believe that y/n she didn’t!” Robin gasped for air, “And when we got to my place, we talked a bit more about going to the cinema next week and it just kinda happened, we were close and still fidgeting with our hands and,” she grinned, and let out a low shriek as she grabbed both of your hands. “We were kissing and it was cute and nice and yes very self-conscious and nerve-racking afterwards but it was perfect, and that’s what I want for you and Eddie, to feel all that all at once but perfect and unique in its own way.”

You felt the tug at the ends of your lips, your friend was finally receiving the love she deserved, but a sigh scared you, “Robin I know you want that for me because that’s all I want for you but stop that, this isn’t about me, this moment is about you and Vickie and you being happy and in love for once.”

“I love you so fucking much. I’m so glad you are here.” She engulfed you into the most loving and peaceful hug ever. Tipsy Robin was just the same as sober Robin, the only thing was that she was clumsier.

“I love you so much more but please you are standing on my poor feet.”

“Shit sorry.”

“Come, let’s have a drink to celebrate you and only you”

“I like the sound of that.”

In that moment the chatting inside the house became louder, you and Robin traded looks. These quickly turned into shocked ones.

“You’re late man” Steve said, patting the new addition to the party.

“You fucking called me with an hour notice Harrington, I had plans already.”

Eddie’s eyes found yours. It made your breath hitch and Robin had to nudge you slightly so you stopped gawking.

“Hello everyone!” Eddie waved to the teens but for you and Robin he winked.

Bitch!

Dustin threw himself at Eddie playfully pushing him to what he laughed and soon enough the tension of his sudden appearance dissolved into innocent jokes and playful banter. Steve rolled his eyes because even when he tried his best to hide his jealousy, it was kind of obvious he felt threatened by Eddie taking the spot of Dustin’s best friend. But Steve was too cool and cared too much about the young boy to try and sabotage his happiness.

You on the other hand tried to ignore his presence as much as you could. But the furtive glances started to become too obvious and too intense that they had to be interrupted by Steve’s deliberate glass clatter over the table or by Dustin’s fake cough.

“Are you avoiding me? After I showed you how to play guitar… low blow y/n!” Eddie clutched his chest as he softly laughed sitting closer to you on the grass.

Everyone was scattered around the Harrington’s garden, you were near the edge of the pool drink in hand and the summer night as the only witness of that gathering.

“I’m definitely not, you are the one chatting with everyone except me” you half shrugged hiding a smile behind your drink.

That's what happened, Eddie was happily exchanging stories with Will and Dustin, Lucas intervening ever so often, then Eddie went to Max and Robin, he even helped Steve prepare drinks–alcoholic and none alcoholic–there was something for everyone, Steve was actually a good bartender, which was surprising. The thing was that Eddie had only approached you because Robin was half passed out a couple of feet away from you, leaving you an easy target.

“Pff, okay, but look at us now, free range to talk all night long if necessary,” Eddie cocked an eyebrow, “I don’t have a joint this time but we have extremely sweet drinks instead.”

“Steve likes them too sweet, right?” Eddie nodded once, still both of you drank the lemony stuff. “So… I heard you were busy. Practicing I suppose?”

He gulped, “er, yeah, it’s gonna be a great show, a lot depends on how tomorrow goes so no pressure,”

Max was smirking from afar watching the interaction with Will by her side eating whatever Steve had left at his place.

“You’re gonna do great, I know it, I can feel it in my soul.”

“Yeah man, your band is really good.” Steve sat down near you, he had a jar of his creation ready to fill up your cups.

You of course didn’t deny Steve the pleasure so you drank and Edie drank which allowed the conversation to flow, all walls that usually were put up too high by Steve when it came to trying to maintain his image in front of Eddie crumbled a little, giving the feeling that in that moment you could talk about anything without the other person getting offended.

You had to ask about this  particular idea that had been circling in your brain like a fly on food, “how do you meet? Like I know we all went to school together but you sure weren’t friends so how did this happen?”

You blinked a few times feeling the drowsiness of alcohol, the lightness of your body. The feeling of fluffy grass under you kind of distracted you from their reaction but you heard Eddie sigh.

Steve snorted, “it’s a long story, but basically, we bonded over…trauma …and mostly because we found ourselves in a situation where we needed to protect Dustin”

“Basically it was a forced friendship, ”

“Yeah, pretty much.”  

“I can give you a fun fact, we share a mutual dislike for bats.” Eddie pushed Steve’s leg with his white tennis. “Right Harrington?”

Steve gave the long haired boy a grin, it was the kind you share with a friend with a hidden meaning, some private joke going between them and their funny glances. “We practically bled for each other.”  

You only watched, sipping alcohol to knock yourself out. “Hmm sounds fake but if you don’t want to tell me it’s fine.”  

Steve rolled his eyes at you, while Eddie just looked at you with a wry smile.

“Nothing seems to satisfy you woman.” Eddie said.

You squinted at him, a smile tugging at your lips, “I have a few things in mind that could.”

“Okay, I’m not willing to hear this.” Steve stood up from his spot.

Eddie was laughing at your side, you watched Steve wobble a little as he closed his eyes and extended his hands to try and find some balance. He held a finger up, “I’m all right.”

His drowsy smile made you chuckle. “You sure?”

“Just sit down Harrington”

“Promise not to talk about anything dirty in front of you.” You said sipping from your cup.

“Even though it’d be an interesting conversation.” Eddie mumbled only for you to hear.

The heat immediately reached your cheeks. You had to clear your throat, your eyes moved from the green grass to Eddie’s dark eyes, he was smirking.

“What? Feeling a little hot?” that smug tone was doing something to you.

“What?” you said in a pitched tone.

His fingers traveled in slow motion to your cheek, he stroked it slightly with this thumb, “your face is red, like blazing red, and it’s… warm.”

It was as if your body reacted without your permission, you leaned to the touch and Eddie couldn’t stop watching you, maybe the alcohol was doing a little too much.

“It’s the… you know… the drinks.”

Your breath hitched, as his thumb went a little closer to you lower lip and it was making you buzz from the inside, as if something was bubbling inside you like pop rocks fizzing all over your skin.

“Where am I?!” Robin startled all of you in the garden, she jerked up too fast she had to hold her head, but started to look around.

You missed Eddie’s touch the moment he stopped caressing your skin. He got up and kicked the lounge chair Steve had perched himself on. The breath you took next was met by several giggles coming from the teens who were running inside the house, it took you a moment to regain composure.

Dustin and Lucas put a video game on as you helped carry Robin to Steve’s room, she was talking nonsense about a dream she had about some dinosaur and an ice rink until she finally passed out at three in the morning. The teens were still going hard, but of course they did, with zero alcohol in their system the advantage was on their side and their youth. However you didn’t feel so young when your head started spinning the moment you sat down on the floor of the room. Steve was drunk and that’s when he decided it was the perfect time to show you how he did his hair every morning, step by step. You and Eddie traded glances, both still under the soothing effect of booze. Sometimes you giggled as Steve kept going, Eddie nodded because he didn’t feel like talking and he was enjoying how the boy by the mirror was humiliating himself without even noticing.

Steve was now on the last steps of his routine, the spray made a cloud around his head making him choke a little too hard he had to run to the bathroom… you held his hair back, not because he needed it but because he asked you to. Eddie’s laugh soundtracked the moment.

“Please, y/n don’t let it get dirty, it’ll be my ruin.” He threw up and you almost did too but you swallowed it down. Someone needed to give you an award for being the best of friends.

You had to call the boys to help you put him in bed beside Robin and soon after that you all were sleeping in Steve’s room, with pillows from his parent’s bed, towels and covers you found in a closet. Eddie's warmth clashed against your arm, he was lying on the carpet right next to you, his hand found your hair and he started brushing it, strand by strand absentmindedly, just like you once did.

“Are you nervous? for tomorrow?” you whispered. You back on the floor, Eddie on his side, watching you, not that he could because it was pretty dark but your eyes became used to the obscure room.

“I am a little, but it’ll be fine because you are going to be there… all of you.”

“Right.” you closed your eyes, “I’m glad you came tonight.”

“It was fun, I should be getting some sleep, but I don’t know if I can with this noise,” an orchestra of snores was all you heard apart from your low voices.

“Yeah, I won’t have a problem with that because the way you’re playing with my hair is making me very sleepy right now.”

“I’m stroking it as if you were a cat.” He said, closer to your ear. “Goodnight, y/n”

He kissed your cheek, but you were almost out so all you did was half smile and whisper “goodnight.” back.

Surrounded by the people you loved and Eddie’s fingers on your hair lulled you to the land of dreams.

★★★

After a good breakfast—more like lunch—made by you and Lucas and a cold shower the drunk musketeers were brought back to life, still a little hungover but nothing a few aspirins couldn’t handle.

Eddie had disappeared before any of you had the chance to wake up, he left a napkin with a thank you on it and a lopsided smiley face. You had been sighing non-stop, but no one dared to say anything to you except for Steve’s comment when you were alone washing the dishes.

“Your flirting last night was disgusting, you think I didn’t hear all the shit you were saying?” Steve shook his head, “get a room next time.”

“Now you know how Robin and I feel when you flirt with every girl you see.”

He scoffed, “That's different! They just want me for my looks. Munson is so head over heels for you, he almost moaned whenever you made a move, gross really.” The smile on your face made Steve chuckle, “Take things slow okay?”

“I am, we flirted like once, chill mom.”

“Funny,” he nudged you and threw the towel over your head as he gave a loud clap, catching the group’s attention “we need to get going everyone. There’ll be no bathroom stops so please empty those blades, you have half an hour, and no more… yes I am talking to you Sinclair!”

Robin added a little eyeliner to you as you fixed each other’s outfits. The ones you chose days in advance. You were ready in no time, not like Steve who took the longest time in the bathroom just because his hair wasn’t falling on the right spot on his forehead. But yes, between squeals, running feet and malicious laughs from the boys Steve managed to take them all out in time.

Dustin, Max, Lucas and Will were sitting on the backseats of Steve’s car. You had no license, neither did Robin and Steve was the only one with a car, so you all had to squish each other inside. Robin and you were sharing the co-pilot spot, the seatbelt was choking you as Steve drove as smooth and as fast as he could.

Age of Consent played. You and Robin nodded your heads to the beat, the kids were singing and eating snacks, Steve tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Hey, no crumbs on my leather seats, or you’ll clean them. This is the first and only time I’ll say it,” Steve was indeed the mom of the group.

“Yeah guys do what mom Steve says, or he’s not driving us anywhere again” you said pouting.

The kids started chuckling and talking all over one another making Robin laugh and Steve to give you a severe look.

“Really y/n? Was that necessary?”

“It’s pay back for this!” you pointed to yourself. “I’m gonna end with a big bruise on my neck and Robin will have to amputate her leg because of lack of circulation; I’m literally over her. Get yourself a bigger car!” You snapped just before Steve pushed the break a little too harsh making you gag.

“Oops,” he said in faux sorriness.

You flipped him the finger, Robin folded your finger down and wiggled her body to try and find a better position. “Fuck, Steve how long is it going to take?”

“As long as it takes, Robin!”

“Damn, they’re worse than my parents.” Lucas casually said.

“Shut it, Sinclair.” Steve snapped.

“Just the facts.” The teens said all at the same time.

“Jeez, I can’t believe we all hang out for fun, need to get myself some male friends my age.” Steve pointed, shook his head clearly annoyed but you knew he loved every single one of the teens in the group.

After more banter and lots of shouting you all arrived at the place. In neon lights the name of the bar made you all sigh in relief. Robin pushed you out of the car, you almost fell on your knees, she apologized several minutes later, her leg had lost all sensitivity. Steve walked in first, teens in the middle, Robin and you right at the back, your poor friend leaping her way through.

You all had to give your names to the man at the door, he nodded and checked his list, as Eddie had promised you, you were on the list. The place was crammed. From afar you could see Jeff fixing some cables around the stage and giving his bandmate a thumbs up, when he looked your way he waved, smiling. You would be lying if you said you weren’t racked with nerves, and excitement with anticipation of seeing Eddie in action for real this time, the first time you didn’t remember if he sang nor the guitar solos he played but now you were there for him, to try and record every moment in your mind.

It’d be nice if your stomach stopped churning and jumping whenever a longhaired person appeared in your line of vision, unfortunately none of them were Eddie. The memory of his fingers on your skin and his lips on your cheek made you want to run away.

“He’s gonna be here any second, you’re making me nervous y/n. Stop moving your leg.” Steve handed you a glass of lemonade.

“Yeah, sorry I’m anxious.”

“Why? It’s obvious the guy likes you, he is probably just waiting for the right time, at least I would.” He half shrugged.

“Right, I know I said I wanted to enjoy the night and not preoccupied myself with these feelings but it’s impossible.” You gulped the fresh liquid.

“We’re all here for support, Porthos and Aramis, always here for Athos.” he put his arm over your shoulders, squeezing you lightly. “Right, Robin?”

“What?” she leaned closer to you two.

“That we’re here for y/n.”

“Of course we are! We are the three musketeers. You’ll be fine, otherwise I’d like to show Munson these muscles.” Robin flexed her inexistent biceps.

You snorted, “okay, thanks for that Robs, it really helped with the nerves.”

Dustin came to you running, “they are about to start, it’s going to be amazing, fucking hell I feel like this is the start of something big, do you guys feel it too? They’re gonna kick ass!”

“You need to drink some water Dustin, too much sugar is going to kill you.” You patted his head.

“It’s been like three sodas and a packet of sour patch kids, nothing to worry about.” He was already jumping all around your spot.

You looked at Steve, his eyebrows shut upwards, clearly perplexe. The worst part, he had to deal with him later on.

Dragging Max and Robin to the front row was not easy, especially when there were other girls waiting for the main band, still you had to keep your part of the promise. The stage was just a couple of meters aways as some guards tried to keep distance from it and the crowd.

Like the first time the lights went off, and your pulse turned on in a rush, you felt your palpitations drumming against your chest, too fast to be safe. The white noise of guitars being plugged and the taps on mics made the girls by your side smile your way and shriek in excitement.

The reflectors shining on the boys you knew, They were all looking like rockstars, leather pants, chains and some had eyeliner. Eddie had some kind of golden glitter on the high points of his cheekbones which made you gasp, who the hell does he think he is?

It took them a minute to finish prepping, his doe shiny eyes found yours. In that second was like the world stopped, you knew you were just as doomed as you had told Robin she was for Vickie, you were falling in love with this boy and he was up there winking at you.

“Did he just-?” Max yelled at you.

“Fuck, y/n you are soooo doomed.” Robin confirmed it.

“I—wish I could say something.”

Robin laughed.

Eddie took the mic, his poise of someone who belonged up there, who knew how to handle attention and he loved it. “Hello everyone!”

Crowds losing their minds, or was it just you.

“We are Corroded Coffin and we’re ready to give you one hell of a night, let’s get started shall we?” That cheeky grin had your knees wobbling.

“If you are going to pass out let me know so I can try and catch you, okay?” Robin said, with real worry in her eyes.

“Yup, yeah, ok.” You gulped, mouth dry.

It was good to know she had your back. They started with a song called Storm, your mind would never recover from Eddie’s singing voice even though you had heard him sing before but this was a whole new level of hot. You let yourself get lost in the music, Robin and Max dancing by your side, jumping mostly and screaming when the chorus hit, you didn’t know the lyrics but it didn’t matter. What mattered was how Eddie threw looks your way and smiled or winked or simply watched. He looked so damn good and happy, he was enjoying himself, it was crazy to you how you hadn’t paid attention to him that first night you saw him play.

Next song was a cover of Kiss and the crowd was singing along. Guitar solo came in and your insides melted, feeling suddenly very hot everywhere. Robin had to push you softly to bring you back to life.

There was a lot of screaming and pushing and jumping and it got sweaty real fast but it felt good, so good. A few original songs got played until there was this pause, Eddie grabbed the mic again. Pushing his hair aside he chuckled against the microphone, guitar pick in one hand as the other pushed the guitar to the side.

“Are you having a good night or what?” shouts and some cups of beer went flying. “Well, you better because we definitely are… this is our last song. It's a little bit of a last minute addition but there are people here that will enjoy this, I have someone special in mind. This is a classic and from one of the coolest bands… this is for an even cooler person.” He pointed a finger at you, “this is 20th Century Boy by T Rex .”

Your mouth dropped as the first riff played, Max was gawking looking at you, as Robin laughed so loud her raspy voice almost disappeared. Next thing you knew it was how you were jumping and singing the lyrics as hard as you could. If your smile could only go wider you would crack your face in two, yet, it was all about you and Eddie, you were trying hard to not think of the meaning of the words he was singing so fucking amazing at you or how he showed his tongue when he repeated.

20th century toy, I wanna be your boy

20th century toy, I wanna be your boy

Or when your eyes locked and he mouthed the words ‘told you.’ You were floating in a bubble of love and adoration. His rings caught light as he played the last chords, raw and loud, the whole place was on fire, metaphorically. Corroded Coffin was the best opening act ever.

Literally being dragged away from the stage by Max, you and Robin were laughing in incredulity, it felt like a dream like something that only happened in movies.

The boys welcomed you with lemonade, chips and grossed faces. Bet you looked indeed gross. You felt so sweaty and sticky but you were in a trance, literally daydreaming.

“That was for her right?” Dustin said first looking at Max, to which she nodded gulping down her lemonade. “Fucking knew it, I knew he wanted my cassettes for a reason.”

“Wish I could lie but that–that was great, even I was on my toes.” Steve said, probably just as mesmerized as you. “Munson, that bastard has to show me a few tricks.”

“She looks dead, is she okay?” Will asked, pointing at you.

“I’m fantastic, never better.” You sighed.

“Shit, we lost her.” Dustin confirmed.

“Now we need some air.” Robin stated, taking your hand and Max’s. “We’ll be right back.”

The boys nodded once letting you go, not before hearing mom Steve, “put your sweaters on, don’t want you to catch a cold.” He threw the jackets at you, practically hitting you on the face, zero reflexes activated, just a stupid grin on your face, “wow, she is like a zombie.”

“A zombie in love” Lucas corrected.

The crowd noise muffled as you stood outside, just a few people smoking and chatting were around. Robin shook you a couple of times until you finally connected back to earth.

“Was that real?” you were trying to wrap your head around the whole situation.

“I know, it was unbelievable, so cool, and romantic are you kidding, y/n. Eddie is so so in love with you, no one would do that just for a friend you know, if he did that for friends Dustin would’ve had a song dedicated to him a long time ago.” Max was pacing around as she talked.

Robin agreed with everything, “and he pointed at you, it was so obvious and yes, romantic. So if he doesn’t kiss you tonight I’ll kick his ass, yeah you heard me I look weak and I am weak but I’d do it for you, anything for you.”

“Oh I’d kick his ass too if he doesn’t kiss me or at least declares his love to me, I swear I can’t believe this happened, like what!!”

You chuckled, both of your palms holding each side of your face, feverish that’s how you felt. You were in cloud nine, that was stated, it took you a second to notice Robin’s features, she had gone silent, your eyebrows furrowed. She threw the jacked over her shoulder and looked at Max.

“Max?” you muttered.

It took the red-haired girl a second to react, “I think we should go back inside, but you stay here!”

Both girls ran back inside, you turned around to find a sweaty Eddie jogging to you. He was glowing, literally. His grin was so big your stomach fluttered.

You were so fucked, bad bad bad.  

“Hi” he said, pushing hair out of his rosy lips.

“Hello, there… that was— wild!” you couldn’t help it, you felt the adrenaline still running. “Can’t believe you played the song!!!”

“I said I would, and it was a hit, if I knew people liked it so bad I would've added it since the beginning.”

You hummed, “so it wasn’t for me, it was for the crowd, now I see how it is. Look who’s throwing low blows now eh, Munson?”

Eddie chuckled, “now you are fishing for compliments, but fine I’ll give them to you.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his outfit was so distracting, all of him was distracting your brain right now, “it was for you y/n. Wasn’t it obvious enough?”

You shrugged, feeling your cheeks go extra warm, “I don’t know,”

“What can I do to fix my lack of clarity then?” there was a playfulness in his words, you thought of asking the one question, the request you felt appropriate enough to fix it but you were afraid of his answer so you played it safe.

“Wanna buy me a beer?”

Eddie’s reaction surprised you, he let out a laugh, “do you want to go back inside?” a crease formed on his forehead. He lowered himself a little to be on the same eye level as you, “I don’t think I want to… I’ve seen the band a few times now.”

“I guess we can… go?”

He smiled, eyes sparkling along with his shimmery cheeks, “That sounds about right.”

His hand extended your way, ringed fingers and a couple of blisters on his finger pads, your eyes traveled up to his face, but his gaze had frozen on a spot past your back.

“What?” you asked.

You turned on your heels and there, you saw. Chrissy in a beautiful dress beaming at the man you had now by your side, you couldn’t help but look at Eddie, he waved a hand at her, your stomach dropped.

You took a step aside when Chrissy’s heeled boots clacked on the pavement, making her way to Eddie, she was practically running, she launched herself into his arms. They hugged and it was bad. Eddie closed his eyes and when he opened them they were watching you, you felt the tears prickling the rims of your eyes, but you held them. This was humiliating enough as it was.

“I’m sorry that I missed it! My dad didn’t want to lend me the car and had to practically get here on the bus last minute.” She giggled. Grabbing Eddie’s hand, the one he had extended to you, “was it good? I bet it went amazing.”

She said cheerfully, Eddie’s gaze was one of pain, but he didn’t say a word, he just stood there.

“It was pretty awesome actually.” You said your voice low, it almost cracked.

Chrissy finally looked at you, her big eyes and smile too kind for your liking.

“I bet, ugh so bad I missed it, but next time I’ll be there.” She said, “you can tell me all about it on the way.”

Eddie’s hand went to his hair, he mumbled a low “fuck,” and looked at Chrissy with a grimace.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” She wasn’t upset but you were, and you needed to get away from there.

“Nice to see you Chrissy, I have to go back with my friends… bye Munson.”

You backed out, hearing Eddie calling your name but you ignored him, the warm air from inside hit you, you had to step aside taking a few deep breaths to avoid the tears. A big knot was forming on your throat, your hands shaky. You saw Robin wave at you, you jerked up fake smiling.

Keep it together, keep it together. Was all you could repeat to yourself as you walked back to the table.

The main band was already on stage. the lights were low which you internally thanked because it would hide the pain a little better.

“Hey, you okay?” Robin, asked.

“Yeah why?” you busied your hands drawing with the condensation of your cup.

“You seem a little… weird. Did Eddie say something?”

You scoffed, “nah, he just had to do some stuff with his band and I wanted to stay with you guys. It’s all good.”

“Hmmm, ok.”

The rest of the concert you passed it with them, faking happiness, pretending everything was fine, that your heart was not getting ripped out of your chest. It was all going to pass… at some point, at least you hoped so.

On the way back, everyone kept on talking about Corroded Coffin and how Eddie had performed a T Rex song so perfectly. You nodded and laughed when everyone did, trying your best to stay in the moment, not letting your mind drift off, not letting intruding thoughts drown you, it was hard and you didn’t want to be alone, not tonight.

Dustin and Will were the first ones Steve dropped, Will staying with the Hendersons until his brother came back, Joyce was with Hopper in California for a week, or that’s what he said to everyone. Lucas next, he was kind enough to give you the last chocolate he hid in the car for later that night. It was supposed to have a rabbit shape, instead it looked like a deformed cat. That's when you noticed that maybe you were not as good of an actress as you thought. Max got out of the car with furrowed eyebrows.

“Had a great time… hey y/n… whatever happened you got this, okay? Love you!” She ran down until she reached her home.

“Love you too.” Robin shouted.

You three watched her get inside.

“My place?” Steve suggested.

“Yes.” From the corner of your eye you saw Eddie’s empty home, your chest squeezed.

“Let 's go.”

It would’ve been cool to say that the topic remained untouched, but the first thing Steve did was go to his backyard, grab his spiked bat and hand it to you as he tried to take something from his garage.

“Steve, what’s this for?” The bat was heavier than what it appeared.

Steve dragged some kind of mannequin/scarecrow figure, it was pretty damaged already so you guessed this was a thing he did often.

“Just hit it, whatever shit went down you need to release it or else it’ll pop into something worse, trust me.”

You sighed, “why do you think something went down”

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe that horrible face of yours, I mean… no offense I mean it like you’ve been quiet and just wincing whenever we talked about Munson.” Steve said, hands on his hips, “so if you are not going to tell us at least let it go.”

“You should try it.” Robin pointed.

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you it’s just that… I feel… stupid.”

It was true you were feeling like you could curl into a ball and cry,

“You are not stupid,” Robin went to side hug you, “you can always tell us what’s up.”

Your fingers scratched your forehead, letting the bat fall at your feet, “it’s so dumb but, Chrissy showed up and I’m not entirely sure but—Eddie and her had plans for something and he had just asked me to ditch the concert and go with him… we were flirting, okay? and then… we weren’t.”

Steve crossed his arms, looking at the floor. Robin simply pursed her lips, “well… that’s kinda fucked up if you ask me.” he said.

You saw Steve clench his jaw, with a swift move his foot sent the bat upwards, catching it with his hands. In a second he swung it straight to the scarecrow thing. You and Robin winced.

“Maybe it was nothing… like they could be hanging out as friends you know?” optimistic Robin showed up, you felt like crying again.

“Robin we know that’s not true, he has this crush on Chrissy and they were probably going on a date and I was stupid enough to believe he had feelings for me.”

You curled against Robin’s embrace as Steve hit the thing once more.

“The signals were pretty clear, even I saw them!” he said abruptly, “we all saw how he did the rockstar shit and winked at you like- come on man!” Steve was panting, his face red. “you don’t go to a lady’s house twice for nothing.”

You threw Steve a sharp look, as Robin gasped. He cocked an eyebrow “I don’t mean it like that, Jesus. You two have a dirty mind.”

Whatever he meant it didn’t matter now, your whole body felt so heavy, so tired. “I’m so pathetic Steve, you don’t have to cover it up with theories.”

“He is not covering anything!” Robin said, taking the bat from Steve’s hold, “We all saw it, Dustin noticed and proved it! If he is actually dating Chrissy, well that’s low.” She started punching the scarecrow as obscenities came out of her mouth.

“Yeah! Robin, show him who’s boss.” Steve clapped prodding her to keep going.

“You should totally try it Y/n it feels good,” she yelled.

“Come on, you need to take it all out.” Steve took your hand and guided you to the target.

Robin placed the bat which tilted in your grasp. A moment later you hit, over and over again. Loud growls, bad words and cheers were all that one could hear coming from Steve’s house. The good thing was he didn’t have neighbors close enough to complain about the noise.

It was all shits and giggles until you couldn’t continue, the bat falling to the ground. The horrible feeling of dread and the intrusive thoughts of not being enough, not being good to keep people around. This time you were not alone, Steve and Robin sat you down, you didn’t even notice you had started crying until Robin wiped a tear from your chin, she even cried a little too, Steve sniffed but he hid it well. You three had gone through similar shit, understanding the other was easy. You grabbed their hands and sobbed the pain away, at least until you were too tired and too hungry to keep going.

That night, none of the three musketeers was left alone, you all slept in the living room, Steve handed you and Robin clothes to sleep in, he put what used to be your cassette on. George Harrison doing his best to band-aid the cracks of your heart with his sweet voice and poetic lyrics. A little comfort came when Here Comes The Moon echoed in the house, Steve gave you a sad lipped smile and Robin pushed away the hair of her face.

“It will be okay, y/n. Everything finds its way back around, and that idiot will regret it.”

“I’ll make him regret it.” Steve said deadpan.

“Steve, please don’t.”

“I’ll cancel his Family Video membership,” Robin quickly said.

“Or we can charge him extra.” Steve added.

“Ugh, you always do what you want, don’t you?” you knew what they were going to respond.

“Just when Keith isn’t around, so basically all the time, yeah.” Steve agreed.

“At least give us that, our little fuck you to the guy.”

“Fine,”

Steve got up and turned the lights off as well as the stereo, on his way back you clearly heard the high five he gave Robin. After a couple of minutes of silence someone had to corrupt the peacefulness.

“Girls.” Steve mumbled, softly.

Both of you hummed, already feeling the drowsiness of sleep crawling its way up your body.

“You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

“Of course we know dingus. We are family.” Robin quickly reassured his friend.

“Exactly, I’d do anything for you too, all for one—” you said

“And one for all.” your two best friends ended the phrase.

Giggling and sighing you three were.

“You are the best friends one could ask for. I love you.” Steve added.

“I love you way more guys” Robin mumbled.

“I love you musketeers, forever.”

Next chapter

[isolvtes]

(   AVAN JOGIA.  CISMAN.  HE/THEY  )   ⸺   Ꮺ  ⋆   greetings, buffalos !  walking around campus, sporting his DARK UNDER-EYE CIRCLES. we’ve spotted JACE DESAI,  a thirty year old who contributes to our thriving community as a BARTENDER. according to our intel, they’ve been around the sanctuary for SIX YEARS and what we know about him, aside from the fact that they DON’T agree with the decision to close the gates, is that he’s accidentally become something of an unofficial handyman around boulder simply because he doesn’t know how to say no to anybody ; he’s a huge metalhead and rock lover, if he’s not singing aloud to himself, he’s tapping his foot or humming along to something in his head ; one of jace’s many passions is art and they had a slight graffiti habit before the outbreak and loved painting murals around their city. now he’s a bit more limited in what he can play with, but he tries to get creative with different things when he can. doesn’t that make them fantastic ?  we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate them so much, grateful for what they give to our community.

STATISTICS.

name: jace desai

dob: may 3rd 1993

age: 30

height: 5'9

hometown: regina, saskatchewan

role: bartender

sexuality: pansexual

star chart: taurus sun, libra moon, cancer rising, aries venus

personality stats: aang (avatar the last airbender), will turner (priates of the caribbean), jack dawson (titanic), debora (baby driver), nick miller (new girl)

types: enfp, sanguine

family: henry desai (father, deceased), annie desai (mother, deceased), mark desai (brother, deceased), lily desai (sister, deceased), lia desai (sister)

HISTORY.

tw death, injuries, blood, guns

jace has been at boulder for six years, ever since he arrived with his younger sister. they were in canada when the outbreak began, originally a family of five: him, his mom and his three siblings. they lost their mom first, shot by some asshole looting the store. it felt worse that way, that she was taken by a human, not some monster or rabid disease. the four siblings mostly hid out for the start of it, unsure what to do or where to go and it was safer that way. but soon their stomachs were screaming, they were cold and fatigued, and they needed a plan. slowly making their way south, to anywhere that was safe or anywhere with food and warmth, they did quite well at staying out of conflict or danger for the most of it. the brothers sacrificed most of their meals for their sisters, waited up all night while they slept to ensure their protection, but they couldn't do it forever. they were getting weaker by the day, unsure just how far any help was, and verging on hopeless. until they started finding markings painted on walls for lost souls like them to stumble upon and direct to safety, hearing tales about a campus in colorado that's secure and alive. of course they had to go.

it didn't take long before a dozen or so of the infected had swarmed them. with a sister flung on both boy’s back, the siblings tried to rush to safety, only for jace to slip on some rubble and tumble down when a canid tried to swipe at him. his leg takes most of the damage, torn up by shattered glass in the dirt. a stupid mistake, one that would surely have cost both his and his sister's life had his brother not shoved in front of the infected trying to latch on to jace. they promised they'd never leave each other, but mark was demanding it, already scratched up by the monster,  bite marks sunk into his skin as he fights with the rest of his life to keep the beast back, but others are coming quick. jace doesn't remember exactly what his brother said, he just sees his face, mouth opening and closing with words that he doesn't register, then suddenly they echo.  ‘ take them and run ! ’

jace was struggling to move quickly, his leg throbbing in pain with his sisters either side, trying to help drag his weight. eventually they found a small hole in a wall, covered with wooden planks and stained sheets, for them to hide in while jace recovered. the recovery was slow, the wounds were open and unclean, eventually becoming infected in a matter of days and jace catching a fever. the sisters were adamant they needed to leave him to find supplies.  they were smaller and could fit through spaces he couldn't, but jace didn't want to send them out to their deaths for him, he'd be content to die if it meant they didn't risk it, especially with what happened to their brother. despite this, the girls secretly decided to sneak out one day while jace was knocked out, in too much pain to fight his fatigue. the girls got back, but barely. lily had been grabbed, scratched up and bitten by a canid in her attempt to get out. it didn't take long for his sister's cries to wake him, confused how the girl he had last seen peacefully sleeping was now screaming in fear for what the next few days meant for her and what she'd become. they were going to figure it out, cross that bridge when it came to it— but the next morning she was gone. jace and lia waited it out there for a few more days, he was still recovering and they didn't want to leave in case lily came back. they never saw her again.

two final two desai siblings eventually made it to boulder, almost giving up more times than they could count. it took them a while to settle on being settled, so used to needing to move and stay on the go to survive, but soon they realised they had found a new family.

jace dabbled in a number of different roles around campus before settling in as a bartender. he still does dabble a bit, helping out where he can and unable to say no, but the bar is practically his home.

PERSONALITY.

jace has lost almost everyone in his life, but he does still have his sister and she's honestly his last piece of hope in this big mess. so he does tend to stay strong for her and keep a bright light somewhere within him. he's as active as he can be in the community, always offering his help and lacking the ability to say no when people ask. if he had nothing, he'd still find a way to help someone else.

that being said, he can be a sarcastic little pain in the ass when he wants to be, and is forever annoyed he never got to go to college and party it up.

MISC THINGS.

carves little wood sculptures, sketches with ash and dirt, makes wreaths and bouquets from any spare sticks with plants and flowers - gifts them for ppls bdays !

tries to see the beauty in things and if he can't, he'll try to make it 

very convinced he can communicate with birds

the type to be overly self critical and pessimistic but as soon as someone else says anything negative about themselves, he's suddenly a self help coach. same with dumb decisions, he will make a thousand but try to prevent anyone else doing anything stupid ever

has only ever killed out of necessity but it still feels too much, thinks his soul is stained

your personal 3am advice giver (don't take it)

his favourite drink is an espresso martini but he'll always lie about it

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ngl.. no idea. everything.

regulars at the rainstorm who have confided in him, maybe too much, maybe he got just as personal... maybe they disagreed, maybe they kissed, who kNoWS!

he's been here six years so i feel like he should definitely have a best friend, someone who's possibly been there just as long or longer ?? if longer, maybe they were a big part of him settling in at boulder or like a first friend !

failed relationships / ex hook ups 🤭 listen.. anything messy, angsty, toxic, wrong timings... i will take everything !!

people he does not get along with... for whatever reason... idk... i think jace is very much against the gates closing bc he feels like no one would obviously be here if they were shut, so it feels hypocritical even though he gets the precaution and concerns. so maybe someone he clashes with on that, or something else... big or small, im so open !!

[nellie-elizabeth]

Grey's Anatomy: Shadow of Your Love/Mama Who Bore Me (19x14/15)

Lots to talk about, in these two episodes!

Cons:

So, I'm going to keep a close eye on how this story goes with Jo and Link and Luna. The thing is, so far technically speaking nothing about it makes me angry. It is totally fair and reasonable that a mother would have a hard time processing a big and scary change for her young daughter. And Grey's is usually good about this kind of thing, so... I just hope they have an actual Deaf consultant come on to coach about this story-line? I hope they go into the controversies and dangers around a CI if that becomes something Jo considers for her kid? I hope we get an awesome story of Jo and Luna and Link and Scout learning ASL so they can all communicate better. I just... don't want this to turn into an abject tragedy where Luna losing her hearing is the same as if she'd gotten cancer or something. There's a lot to celebrate from becoming Deaf, and it would be cool if the show could explore that aspect of things! We'll see how it goes. (Also, repeating my constant critique that Jo and Link bore and annoy me as a potential couple, I just really wish we'd never gone that route at all.)

Amelia and Kai... I don't know. Does this just feel a little lazy, a little proscribed, to anybody else? Amelia correctly identifies that she tends to lash out and behave poorly when she feels she's being abandoned, then she learns Kai is leaving to go to London, and she immediately starts behaving poorly. I was on Kai's side in the sense that they pointed out that Amelia hadn't even stopped to congratulate them on this big job opportunity. That's some bullshit. But also, this episode reminded us why this relationship was always going to be doomed... Amelia has a kid. Amelia is a mother. Kai wants nothing to do with that. What sort of future were they supposed to have if Amelia is literally supposed to be splitting her time between her partner and her child? It's ridiculous.

And to round out the relationship trouble segment, there's Maggie and Winston. So here's where we leave them: Maggie going to Chicago, Winston staying in Seattle. Both of them acknowledging their love for one another, but that they need to stay where they are for the benefit of their career. It's just... ugh. Last week I was rolling my eyes at the forced metaphor between Maggie and the bull-riding girl. Here we get it with a high-powered lawyer just starting off on her career, who learns that she has breast cancer. Maggie is all "you being passionate about your job is a good and beautiful thing, don't let anybody tell you different" and it's just like... yeah, okay, we get it. But the whole message here that Maggie isn't like Ellis, because on top of her ambition she also has kindness and love... it just felt very told to me, instead of shown to me. Maggie acts like leaving to go to Chicago is the only way to pursue her ambitious career, and that to do anything different would be to stifle her own sense of self. That dichotomy feels super forced to me. It's not like she couldn't find career advancement in Seattle if she wanted to.

Oh, and a couple other relationship things to throw into the mix: Teddy and Owen did a weird flirty routine this week and while it's more palatable than watching them fight, I'm still not on board with their nonsense in general. And then there's Simone, who is trying to convince herself (and Jules) that getting married is the right choice, while she and Lucas are still obviously smitten with each other. It's kind of tedious at this point, and I think part of it is that Trey, Simone's fiancé, isn't even around so we can understand how that dynamic is supposed to go.

Pros:

Bailey this week is having to deal with increasing harassment from pro-life assholes who not only keep calling her phone, but also send a picture of Tuck at his school. It's this specific threat that has Bailey changing her phone number and moving the family into a rental for a while, hoping that things will cool down. I wonder where this story is going to lead! It's super tense.

It also gives us a chance to hang out with Pru, who Bailey keeps with her at the hospital out of precaution, and then pawns off on Lucas when she has a surgery. That's one adorable kid, all the stuff with Pru really made me smile. And while Lucas and Simone's romance stuff is tedious, seeing him care for that little girl really did a lot to endear me to his character!

Simone, too, got a moment that made me emotional. When she breaks the news to a patient that she has breast cancer, the patient freaks out and says: "I don't know what to do" and Simone simply says "I do." That was really touching to me, it felt very much in line with my own personality. If something bad happened to me and a kind stranger could tell me they'd handle it... what a gift!

Yasuda and Kwan got into the beginnings of a feud when Kwan swooped in on a surgery, taking advantage of the fact that Mika overslept. I like this, because it feels like the kind of ruthless behavior we would have gotten from our original cast of intern characters. Yasuda is going to need to figure out a work/life balance that allows her to make money and also stay on her feet at work. And Kwan may realize at some point that he needs allies and he hasn't done such a good job of making them.

Schmitt had another lovely plot thread this week where he's wondering what he should specialize in, is chastised by Richard for being behind, but then ends up spending the episode connecting with a Jewish patient and helping to give him and his great-grandfather a bar mitzvah in the hospital. Richard, who was in a bad mood earlier because of Maggie leaving, encourages Schmitt to maybe consider working with kids. I loved this little moment, and seeing the double bar mitzvah really warmed my heart.

Speaking of Richard: while I am ultimately still frustrated and underwhelmed with Maggie's exit from the show, the moment at the end with Richard was really, really sweet. He gives her a mini bench that works as a business card holder, but that's also a miniature of the bench where he first found out he had a daughter. He says his life forever changed at that moment. I legitimately cried. And then Maggie gets into the elevator, and we see her two moms: biological and adoptive, both there with her, ready to see her into her future. As frustrating as the build to this moment was, I thought the actual execution moment was done so beautifully. Why is it that Maggie's exit from the show was more grand and sentimental than Meredith's? Sigh.

I think it's encouraging that most of the "pros" section is newer characters, like Schmitt and our five new interns. And now that Maggie is gone, which I am ultimately sad about, maybe Winston will have interesting story-lines too. There are still a lot of enjoyable elements to this show, and reasons to keep checking back in.

7/10