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pockethep · 2 years ago

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

It took me a while to get past my top 3 because for some reason my mind blanked when it came to every piece of media I've ever consumed HOWEVER almost all of these characters are characters who could be considered my favorites if you ask me on the street do you like "x". They'll probably shift and change though but these are some off the top of my head.

Shigeo Kageyama (Mob) (Mob Psycho 100) - Mob Psycho 100 is a series I hold very dear to my heart, it is in my constant top 3 Anime/Manga (You will likely see the other 2 on this list) and Mob is my favorite character. He is a character that I rooted for every second of his screentime, who actually drove me to be better. The "Your Life is Your Own" message lead to me changing my college major. He's incredibly kind, sincere, and honest.

Grovyle (Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky) A little story behind this. My first pokemon game was Red Rescue Team (not a mainline game but a spinoff) because my parents didn't know the difference. However I loved Red Rescue Team to the point of playing it until the in game timer broke. The sequel was better in every way. Grovyle is a character who embodies the notion that existence is temporary. There will come a day when all of us are gone. However instead of living in regret, fear, and selfishness he was willing to sacrifice his life for the greater good even though he wouldn't be there to see it. Using your life to do something incredible ensures your spirit will live beyond you.

Edward Elric (Full Metal Alchemist) My second favorite anime/manga of all time. His determination to fix his mistakes at the expense of his own body. he's one of my favorite older brothers in any media because of the lengths he's willing to go to right his wrong. There are many points in the series where anyone would've given up, especially throughout all the pain, but he kept going. Because he loved his brother. And I think that's beautiful. Also helps that he was written by a woman.

Every single character from Everything Everywhere All At Once but for this space Waymond Wang. A sneak hit that completely shook the leaderboard of my top ten movies, EEAAO succeeded in everything. But Waymond Wang stuck with me and still does. It's about how he shields the people he loves even though he was afraid, how much he loves his wife, how he fights so hard for her even though she broke things and was at times dismissive. His kindness was how he fought. How even at the height of his success, in every lifetime he would go to Evelyn. I believe in kind people because Waymond is a kind person.

Reigen Arataka (Mob Psycho 100) Another MP100 character but hear me out. He is likely one of my favorite anime/manga mentors. Rather than teaching Mob right or wrong he taught him choice. The right choice is good but you don't always have to go for that option. One of my favorite moments was him just telling Mob it was okay to run away. Something most other shonen don't do. He does all this while still lying about being an esper. But at that point I don't think Mob cares. Regardless of if he has power or not, he's a good person.

Maki Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen) I don't even know where to start. Probably with the fact that she is one of the best developed female characters in some of the recent shonen manga I've read. Next the depiction of female rage, what she did to the Zenin clan deserves to go down in the history books. I live a girlboss and Maki checks every single boss.

Toph Beifong (Avatar the Last Airbender) This is my GIRL. I loved her when I was younegr and I still do. It is rare for a cocky, abrasive, girl character in a TV show to not be humbled or bashed or fridged. She was so unabashedly Toph. The best earthbender in the world who didn't let blindness get to her. She created metalbending. Who else was doing it like her. She's such a strong character and a role model for me.

Denji (Chainsaw Man) A somewhat new edition to the list but as someone who went from Fire Punch to Chainsawman, he deserves a spot as my favorite Fujimoto character next to the girls from goodby Eri. Denji's story is about what happens when someone is so deeply denied humanity. On all levels he's had it stripped from him for the benefit of all his abusers. To the point where he thinks its correct. That he'll be happy if he's used. By everyone he tries to get close with (Reze, Makima) he is considered a resource to exploit which is why his change of heart in the last few chapter was so cathartic. He recognized his own humanity and the abuse that he had previously endured and started to act more selfish as a human. Perseverance in the face of suffering will ultimately lead to happiness.He's also not a traditional anime perv as many would label him to be, he is surprisingly well versed in consent.

Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place) This spot almost went to Chidi HOWEVER I related more to Eleanor. Something that always got me about The Good Place was its depiction of honest people. Eleanor was realistic, she was rude, selfish at times, but in the end she wanted to be better. That's what made her a good person. She wanted to earn a spot in The Good Place and watching her work for that spot and then work to eventually fix the good place was very satisfying.

Percy Jackson. (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) No elaboration needed. That's my boy. This series has been a staple in my life, even when I moved away from Harry Potter Percy "Backtalk the Gods" Jackson was still my boy. He chose his girlfriend over a seat in Olympus I don't think I need to go further.

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crystalelemental · 1 year ago

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Part 3 of the Roxannening: Legendary Gauntlet. I think I'm starting to hate Gauntlet, but may as well focus on it here to show off how good Roxanne is.

Vs. Tapu Bulu This is a fairly easy one. Roxanne can debuff attack as well as defense, and with the speed control, is in a pretty fantastic position. She's literally one recovery or evasion skill away from being able to solo this one. But without that, we need someone taking hits, and this is my opportunity for Lodge Leaf. Who is. Pretty alright in Gauntlet. Defensive buffs on TM, evasion boosting on Metronome, pop recovery in Moonlight and gradual healing in addition. With the combination of these two, Leaf's effectively invincible, and Roxanne an absolute powerhouse.

Vs. Latias I did the obvious one next. Roxanne inverts buffs when she hits sync, absolutely devastating Latias. Fun fact: the inversion occurs after any buffs they popped from damage post-sync, so that's really fun, you get to do things like hit Latias' speed boosts or evasion boosts at half-bars. This is much the same, but with a noted problem: Leaf cannot protect Roxanne. Leaf doesn't heal anyone but herself, which leaves Roxanne in a precarious position overall. Frequent AoE moves can and will wear Roxanne down, as you can see by the HP bar at clear.

Vs. Tornadus I was struggling to think of interesting partners for Roxanne, and wound up on Nita first. Nita gives a quick injection of Atk/Spd, which is quite helpful for Roxanne's pacing of a fight. The Mini Potion All was also a needed assist for Roxanne, given the healing situation. Roxanne is plenty capable here, but it's not my favorite clear.

Vs. Terrakion This one I like even less. Terrakion needs a field effect, which is...problematic for Roxanne. Supports with Field Effects are either too valuable to pair with her, or are the Eggmons and will die. The good news is, Roxanne easily handles the other half of this fight, by inverting Terrakion's buffs. Any field effect works, so I brought a throw-away Eggmon. If you pick up Sand Shelter, Roxanne can manage with a Tech Kabutops instead.

Vs. Cobalion I got a little overconfident and went with a Burn support. Turns out, this was fine, as Roxanne still powered through the fight. It was here I discovered Lana, and the joys of Gradual Healing. Lana operates similarly to Nita, in that her buffs are a pop benefit, but unlike Nita, the Speed isn't wasted. Roxanne works best with slow as dirt supports, because girl needs like no gauges ever.

Vs. Azelf Lana once again with the gradual healing. This one I feel is a bit more justifiable, on the ground that Roxanne really needs to move quickly on this one, and you desperately want Stalwart/Unbending, which...I mean, Evelyn can do it, but it's not exactly pretty. Plus, Lana has Leech Life, which is great recovery.

Vs. Uxie Evelyn's turn. Roxanne can buff her own attack as needed, making her perfectly self-sufficient. With a Trap effect by default, she's a good answer to Uxie, so long as status can also be applied. There are some options, but Surge felt wasteful, and V!Agatha is premium, so the only F2P approach I had in mind was Evelyn. Who is great. The special bulk really keeps Roxanne going, and the Burn perfectly complemented Roxanne's trap effect.

Vs. Latios I figured we'd give Cheren a try. It worked, but it wasn't exactly clean, and this very much hinged on Roxanne having the Strike Role. Cheren is what you use when literally all you need is gradual healing. He can supply it, and effectively do nothing else.

Vs. Registeel Okay, hear me out. Jasmine. While Jasmine can't heal Roxanne either, this duo has some interesting traits. First, the +2 accuracy means Jasmine can hit with Iron Tail. Second, the block of crits circumvents Roxanne's issues as well as healing will; there's no threat if Earthquake bounces off you for like 50 damage. Third, Jasmine is another slow as dirt support, who has no issues with gauge because of Roxanne's speed boosting. They work well together.

Vs. Regirock But not as well as Roxanne/BP Morty. Morty's flinch rate is the big difference here. Stopping Regirock's attacks cold gives Roxanne time to set up her full power, and you really need to move quickly in later phases, because it can become immune to Trap if it recovers. It's not a great fight, but it gets the job done without too much hassle.

Vs. Entei Now for one that should've been easy, but wasn't. Morty effectively messed up at every critical moment. Got himself trapped, got himself burned, etc etc etc. We won, it wasn't that bad, but it is annoying!

Vs. Raikou Cheren's back, but this time in a more dangerous clear. Raikou is trouble because it has consistent pressure; it doesn't pack the same down time as Latios between attacks. As a result, Cheren goes down just before Bar 3, and Roxanne...well, as you can see, she does it, but it's spooky.

Final Thoughts Roxanne works really, really well for Gauntlet. Her debuff cluster is divine, and her sync packs a lot of damage. But by far what sells Roxanne is her gauge-free nature. Roxanne does not give a shit. Once Sand Tomb hits, it's on. I did try out Moltres, and because Trap can work against it, she's able to clear without weather changes. A good flinch bot would carry her, but...it's Moltres, so I gave that one shot and then left when the 60%s didn't work out, because that fight is the worst in this game. Her speed buff happens regardless of whether the debuff connects, so she's a good response to its slow-down bullshit.

Roxanne turned out really, really well. She's a great team supporter, and a fantastic nuke. The Strike Role on her is about the funniest thing in the world. If anything holds her back, it's that without the cake, she's limiting a lot of potential. The added offensive stats really do contribute to her total damage, while the spread effect is instrumental in handling Latios and Latias effectively, to say nothing of how it impacts her CS performance. I'd also say her DPS can be a bit disappointing? The lower BP of her move has some significant drawbacks when attempting to quickly get through a phase of the fight, such as Entei's first phase to avoid Fire Spin. She's not able to push through as immediately as others might.

#sync pair testing #gauntlet sweep #halloween roxanne

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theprinceandthewitch · 2 years ago

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I mean, to put it as simply as I possibly can - if they wanted to go the whole siblings route they... would have done it. Because of how detail-oriented this show is, the writers clearly have the capability to weave that kind of symbolism into the story...

...But they didn't.

I already talked about how detail-oriented TOH is here. And I also talk about how the Luz/Caleb parallels don't work here

So, for this one I'm going to point out all the... totally Sibling symbolism... between the two of them and specific details that tie them to Caleb/Evelyn.

Witches Before Wizards: Luz crushing on the prince character. First of all, you do know Nevareth didn't have to be a prince right? Also, Hunter, at this point in the story (Thanks to Them) is nearly identical to him, character design wise, because:

He's older than her.

2. The angsty, warrior teen prince archetype

3. Has a compelling backstory.

4. Is on a quest of vengeance with Luz,

5. Had an animal sidekick.

6. Very similar shoulder armor Hunter has when he's in his GG uniform. There's no reason for him to wear gold shoulder armor so similar to the only other prince character in the show. it's also on the same shoulder Hunter wears his on

7. Their hair length is the same and the hair on the top of their heads is slicked back

8. Missing eye. Okay so this one is a theory of mine. I think Flapjacks eye wound is foreshadowing Hunter losing his left eye - since he inherited Flapjacks eye color, he might "inherit" his eye wound. Hunter still has to give Belos a beatdown, so it's possible he's going to lose his eye in the Final Confrontation.

9. Edit: 11/20/2022: I can't fucking believe I forgot to mention this but Nevareth and Hunter now have the same eye color.

Now you might be thinking "Oh, that episode was a deconstruction of romantic expectations." and I'll say...

No.

Because first of all, this entire episode was a deconstruction of The Chosen One story archetype - which is what TOH is in it's entirety. Secondly I'm literally just pointing out Luz's taste in boys, because they keep bringing up she likes princes after this episode. They even gave her a fake-out kiss moment with Hunter in Hunting Palisman. They didn't have to do that you know... just like they never had to tie Luz and Hunter to the Caleb/Evelyn story.

Sense and Insensitivity:

"Luzura's tears fell on the frozen prince bringing him back to life."

So, I just wanted to highlight the dialouge here:

King: Luzura's tears fell on the frozen prince bringing him back to life? It feels a little unrealistic.

Luz: I see what you're saying, but in your version Ruler just destroys everything. I think a little romantic tension can help the scene.

I highlighted that part in Luz's dialogue because that's... literally what Emperor Belos tried to do - and what he's going BACK to do. While i don't think Hunter will have another near death experience - I do think Luz will. Because of the foreshadowing on the stairs in Thanks to Them:

But yeah... how can I not help but think there's gonna be some kind of romantic scene between Luz and Hunter during their Final Confrontation with Belos based on Luz's dialogue... Because the parts with Luz and King feel like the writers are dropping story spoilers.

Like... Luz is literally writing a story with "Romance, magic, and heartbreak with shimmer tears" based on her self-insert character.

Also... WHO is the girl supposed to be on the heartbreak card... that's not Luzura because Luz pulls out her self-insert character literally seconds after - and she just looks like Luz in a witches outfit. So...

2. Luz drawing of herself kissing a prince that looks like Beta Hunter in a story she wrote about her self-insert character.

Edit 10/27/2022: I forgot to point out how King's dialogue in the picture above is extremely suspicious

(/looks suspiciously at the the writing board in Sense and Insensitivity because the word "prince" comes up 4 times)

Edit on 11/14/2022: I forgot to mention Luz's line in the episode, "The First Day"

"And maybe [I'll] meet a hot yet vulnerable upperclassmen."

Amity IS NOT Luz's upperclassman, since she tells Luz exactly what she needs to do to get into her class in "Adventures in The Elements".

Hunting Palismen:

Fake Out Kiss moment:

This...

Is literally a callback to this (proof of concept video)

I mean... do I really need to explain that this isn't a sibling thing? Luz is into boys like Hunter - the angsty warrior princes who are older than her - that... is enough of an explanation for why this isn't something you do for characters who are always meant to be siblings.

Moving on....

3. Hunter is... i don't really know how to describe this - but he's associated with princess tropes. In this episode he's "the sleeping princess needing to be woken up by a kiss" and " the princess stuck in a tower guarded by an evil sorcerer"... And Luz frees him from the evil sorcerer in Hollow Mind... as if she's like his knight in shining armor...

Must i really go in depth about why these concepts are romantic... to you, the viewer who watches a Disney cartoon?

Here's his tower:

4. Thanks to Them makes a connection back to this episode by putting Flapjack in the play... an incredibly specific detail that didn't need to be here because the painting in Hollow Mind doesn't show him. The collage of paintings is further down so you can see what i'm talking about with your own two eyes.

This means Evelyn carved Flapjack for him.

The point is though, without Evelyn, Caleb would have never received Flapjack. Just like how without Luz, Hunter would have never received Flapjack.

I want to go more into this detail: This play and the vial of titans blood confirms for me that Flapjack was not hers and her palismen was an owl.

Because if you look at the vial of Titans blood in Thanks to Them, you can see it has an owl head for a plug.

And the way she is depicted in the play is heavily inspired by Eda. Her name is very similar to Eda's actual name: Edalyn (who is an actual Clawthorn by blood btw), So, for me, this is the proof I need to say her palisman was an owl, just like Eda's. And that she definitely carved Flapjack for Caleb because Clawthorns are famous for being Palismen carvers. She looks very similar to Eda so that it's undeniably clear to viewers that Evelyn was a Clawthorn:

Another reason why Flapjack is Caleb's and not Evelyns: Flapjack was searching the house for the rebus... because that was Caleb's house... he knew Caleb hid it somewhere under the floorboards. Also, Flapjack is based on an animal that's not a native species of TBI...

ANYWAYS... Now do you see why Luz giving Flapjack to Hunter is inherently a romantic gesture?

Any Sport In a Storm:

When looking for a first and last name to call himself by, Flapjack coins in the name "Caleb". Which Hunter uses for his first name.

Hollow Mind:

We have the Grimwalker that looks the most like Caleb running away from Philip with a witch from another world... Both at the end of the episode and during the episode. You might be thinking, " that monster wasn't Philip"... but... that is what he looks like as a monster...

This is the episode where we get these portraits, which by the way were not shown in this order during the episode. Someone on reddit put these images in this order. Again, TOH was made for nerds who like to look for the hidden details and find out how they fit together (me, im the nerd this show was made for.):

... The first portrait in the second row is a memory of Caleb running away from Philip with a witch from another world... shown to us in an episode where Hunter runs away from Philip with a witch from another world... Hunter by the way, is the only Grimwalker who meets a witch from another world...

I just want to say: in the painting where Caleb and Philip meet Evelyn for the first time, Caleb looks around Hunter's age - I'm basing this on how young Philip looks here and that he's holding the mask Caleb carved for him. So, while the play implied they met as adults it actually looks like they met as teens.

Also take note of the fact that Evelyn is pregnant in that painting.

OH WAIT, I need to point out that they did these parallels WHILE LUZ IS DATING AMITY. This episode comes after Knock Knock Knockin on Hootys door, the episode where they officially start dating.

[I wasn't sure where to put this point... but another connection Hunter has with Caleb is that he's also a witch-hunter... His name is a short-hand for witch-hunter... Belos has been training him to be a witch-hunter without his knowledge because he expects every clone of his brother to be a witch-hunter... because you know... Caleb WAS a witch-hunter before his "betrayal"...]

Kings Tide:

This is the first instance where we get Philip calling Hunter "Caleb".

2. Both Caleb and Hunter run away to another world with an expecting witch. Philip crosses worlds to hunt both pairs down.

Luz counts as an "expecting" witch because she is waiting for her palisman to hatch... MUST I say anything more about this one? Like... why are they doing this when Luz is dating Amity? Isn't it suspicious as fuck?

Thanks to Them:

Okay where do I begin with this one... Let me say this again, they're doing these parallels WHILE LUZ IS STILL DATING AMITY.

First of all, they didnt need to give Hunter Calebs hairstyle. It's the same length but Hunter's is more unkept. They could have done that trope where the possessed characters hair returns to normal after they're unpossessed.

2. They did not need to make Luz look like Evelyn

3. Philip calls Luz Evelyn before he tries killing Flapjack right in front of her. Then moments later, when Philip leaves Hunters body, he calls him Caleb AGAIN.

4. So, this isn't a parallel but I still want to talk about it: When Hunter asks Luz how she feels after what happened in Hollow Mind, she gives him a straight answer and even tears up in front of him. This is a big deal because when Luz has been prompted by other people, including her own girlfriend, about how she feels after a great emotional upset, she'll be vague, make something up, or tell them not to worry about it.

(more in detail here. and here, aaaaand here. one more)

5. Hunter has his most vulnerable moment with Luz and not the girl he's crushing on.

6. While I don't know every single detail about Hecate (the goddess) i do notice some similarities between her and Hunter. I also want to point out that the wolves on the shirt are Luz, the Hexside gang, Vee and Camila.

... People do not fucking get that this shirt didn't need to look like this... but they went out of their way to make it pretty clear this is supposed to be Luz, Camila, Vee and the Hexside gang.

The wolf with red eyes is obviously Hunter, the one behind it is Luz, the biggest one on the bottom left-hand side is Camila, the brown one is Vee, the blue one is Gus, the magenta one is Amity, and the greenish one is Willow.

But isn't it suspicious that the wolf representing Luz is right behind the one that represents Hunter...

7. Hunter has the same death pose as Caleb:

8. Philip : "Caleb, you would stab me in the back?"

Luz : "You did it to him first."

... Please just look at the painting of dead Caleb...

9. Flapjack only let Hunter and Luz use him. And he flies to Luz when he's badly injured.

10. They also made sure Luz was the one to express the most worry over Hunter drowning and not the girl he's crushing on. Luz was about to jump into the water to get Hunter if Camila wasn't faster on the response.

Sooooo.... do you see why none of this shit looks unintentional to me? Especially in a show like TOH, which pays attention to the details - and even goes out of it's way to add story details in the background - even though MOST people watching this show aren't going to notice them or even LOOK for them?

NOBODY thinks that's worth noting? Really? All the OTHER details matter, but not the ones that tie Hunter and Luz to Caleb and Evelyn?

OK.

I wasn't sure where to put this point but: Luz and Hunter have parallel storylines where they go through a deconstruction of the chosen one archetype. Luz believed she arrived on TBI to fulfill some kind of grand destiny while Hunter believed the Titan had big plans for him... While Hunter's isn't as indepth as Luz's, because he's not the protagonist, it's still there.

Again, it's not like Luz and Hunter are minor characters: Luz is the protagonist and Hunter is a major character (and former secondary antagonist) who has deep history with the MAIN VILLAIN. They parallel past lovers whose actions are the only reason this story exists in the first place...

But I'm sure this isn't intentional... i'm sure this isn't working up to some payoff down the line... I'm sure they put all this effort in for nothing LMAO.

#lunter #this show was made for nerds like me #im... pretty sure I covered all my bases... and I dont see any fatal typos so just take it

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irrelevantwriter · 4 years ago

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White Flag

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, slightly vulnerable Rio, declaration of feelings (sorta?)

Word Count: 4.3K

Summary: Part 5. Two months without seeing or speaking to Rio has left a significant mark and feelings finally decide to show themselves. Kinda.

A/N: I hope everyone had a good holiday or at least a chill Friday. I come bearing gifts with the next part of our favorite toxic saga. More smut for my lovely readers. But first, some plot. We jump right into it and just like our favorite non-couple, we gloss over a lot of bullshit and get right to the filth. But as a Virgo I love communication so I have to make these two stubborn assholes talk about their issues a little. At least in a vague way. Also, Rio has his read receipts on bc he is a petty king. There’s one more part after this and it's all naughty fun from here. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

A/N dos: I’m thinking about making the next part strictly from Rio’s POV. I feel like it’ll give us a peek into what he’s thinking and a new take on the series thus far. I’m excited to explore that so let me know what you guys think!

*Read Part 1 here

*Read Part 2 here

*Read Part 3 here

*Read Part 4 here

*Read Part 6 here

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“So you’re just gonna eye fuck the hot stranger at the bar all night?”

Your friend’s teasing cut through the haze, jolting you back to the dimly lit bar. The music boomed around you while people drank and danced, enjoying the Saturday night out in the same way you and your girlfriends were.

“I was not.” You insisted, though the coy smile you wore said otherwise.

The group of women scoffed and rolled their eyes, seeing right through your faux innocence.

“Besides,” You started, taking a sip of your drink as the song changed into a bass heavy melody. “He’s not even my type.”

“Oh, bullshit!” Kara interjected with a raised brow, shaking her head.

You opened your mouth in surprise, but bit back your response when the other women chimed in.

“She’s right.” Evelyn agreed, throwing her dark hair over one shoulder.

“We knew you in high school and college, remember?” Nikki threw in, pursing her lips knowingly in your direction.

“Okay, so?” You said with a poor attempt at nonchalance.

“You were all over guys like that when we were kids. Paul ended up being the black sheep of the bunch.” Kara reminded you with a laugh, Evelyn and Nikki joining in with their own drunken giggles.

“Yeah, we were convinced you’d marry a felon with tattoos and not a real estate broker who wore khakis.” Nikki quipped, causing another round of laughter and snorts.

“Okay, okay...I get it. So I had a type. I think I’ve grown out of it.” You cut in, sounding as if you were trying to convince them as much as yourself.

“Not if the hottie at the bar has anything to say about it.” Evelyn joked with a wink.

You shook your head as you took another sip of your drink, unwilling to let them see you flustered. Or that they were in fact correct. You definitely still had a thing for bad boys...bad men to be more specific.

The evening had been going smoothly so far. It was a rare girl’s night out. An event that happened only once every five years when kids were shuttled off to babysitters or their fathers, and the women were able to enjoy an adult meal with adult beverages. Schedules between four busy women didn’t often align so when they did, you all jumped at the chance to indulge in the nightlife you’d left behind in your younger years.

You’d been the one to suggest the bar. It was a swanky, sophisticated space with an air of youth. The perfect mix for your outing. You’d been here only one other time.

With Rio.

Thinking of the man made heat pool low in your stomach, despite your lingering frustrations. It’d been two months since that shit show of a night at your house. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since. After that debacle, you blocked his number. As childish as it may have been, you were angry. Still were. And rightfully so. He’d been a complete dick. He’d chosen the most inopportune moment to make adjustments to your arrangement. He’d been careless in his deliverance, harsh even. The entire exchange had you questioning everything. And instead of analyzing the situation and communicating like adults, you’d decided to stop all interactions with him. You’d wanted to send a message. Just as he had with you.

After the argument, you’d been an anxious mess in the days leading up to the next drop. But it was all for nothing because Rio wasn’t there. And neither was the new contact he’d told you about. Instead, Mick was waiting for you and offering up no other information. And it’d been that way for two long months.

In the days since, your mind wandered to Rio often. Your body lingered on his phantom presence constantly. You replayed the conversation you’d had a million times over and each time it made deep fury spill over and mix with the lust still raging like white water rapids through your veins. You missed his touch. Missed his desire for you. Missed the way he made you feel, so supremely sexual and wanton. All things you’d been lacking in your marriage. And now they were suddenly hitting you square in the face and begging you to pay attention. Begging you to not lose the source of your sudden awakening.

You missed the toxicity of your interactions. You were two twisted souls fighting for control over a situation that belonged to neither of you. And in truth, the basis of your relationship with Rio was denial and attraction. It would continue to thrive on that as long as you both refused the obvious.

So maybe, just maybe you’d come to the bar in hopes of seeing him in order to test that theory. It was a slim chance he’d even be here, but you were just buzzed enough that you were willing to roll the dice and find out. Plus, your desire for him felt like an extension of your body at this point. You had to satiate it. Had to feed the raw passion that grew stronger each day without him. It demanded it. And it wasn’t for lack of trying. But your own hand didn’t ignite your body the same way his did, asshole or not.

“I’ll be back.” You called over the music, gesturing to the darkened hallway that predictably led to the bathrooms. Your friends nodded and went back to flirting with the handsome blue-eyed waiter.

You shot a meaningful glance in the direction of the bar. To the “hot stranger”. Whether or not he’d take the hint was on him.

You made it to the single-use bathroom easily. It wasn’t late enough for it to be crowded with the surge of a Saturday night crowd, but the place was still busy. You set your purse down on the sleek surface of the sink counter, admiring the emerald green tiles that paved the walls. The fixtures were brass and gleamed in the light of the vanity bulbs. It was a beautiful space. Carefully crafted for a magazine like Architectural Digest.

Your eyes swept over your reflection in the large mirror that sat over the sink. You made sure not a lash was out of place as you surveyed your appearance. You adjusted the low neckline of your yellow dress, the hue radiating more gold than you’d initially noticed. The silk material felt cool against your heated skin, the slit in the skirt offering some relief. The long sleeves of the garment added a sleekness to the otherwise risqué ensemble. You’d never worn the dress. But tonight seemed as good a time as any to debut it.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open made you pause, eyes watching in the mirror for who entered. You wondered if it’d be him. Wondered if he ended up following you like you’d hoped.

Your stomach knotted when Rio stepped in, closing the door and locking it with a resounding click. He was stoic. Shrouded in black and looking every bit as menacing as he truly was. A sight for your sore eyes.

You turned to face him, your chest both tightening and expanding at seeing him in the flesh. He made your heart stutter and your spine tingle, yet irritation slowly seeped into your pores, reminding you of the last interaction you’d had with him. It was a clash of sensations and feelings. It was utter chaos. And it's what you’d been missing.

Silence hung in the air as his gaze roamed your figure, appraising you hungrily. You shivered, careful to hide the gesture from his intense stare. You schooled your features and angled your chin up in confidence that you weren’t entirely sure you felt. But you weren’t going to budge. You were going to make him come to you.

He was leaning up against the door, a barely there smirk adorning his lips. His scent began to eclipse the smell of vanilla soap that permeated the air. Your eyes wanted to roll back at the familiarity of it. It was soothing. A comfort to your deprived senses.

“You miss me, mama?”

That deep rasp made your panties soak immediately. It was a question he’d asked you many times in the past, but you’d never felt it as much as you did now. Because yeah, you did fucking miss him.

You stayed silent.

He chucked at your refusal to answer. “Still mad at me?”

Again you said nothing.

He licked his lips, eyeing yours as he did. “I tried calling.”

“I blocked your number.” You finally responded, voice icy and detached.

“Damn, that’s cold.” He said with an amused shake of his head and a laugh, the sound making your nipples harden in traitorous lust.

“Why? Did you need something?” You questioned coolly, crossing your arms over your chest to hide your mounting arousal. Your thighs rubbed together, beginning to slid against each other as your arousal made itself known.

He stepped forward, heading in your direction with intent. You straightened your back, unwilling to let him get the upper hand on you. You knew what was going to happen. Knew where this was headed. So why not use it to your advantage? Why not toy with him for a change? He deserved it.

You used the added height of your heels and eased yourself onto the countertop, parting your thighs slightly so that your dress fell between them. You leaned back on your hands, the chill of the marble countertop beneath you reminding you so much of that day in your kitchen.

Rio’s steps halted momentarily as he watched you, eyes zeroed in on the juncture between your thighs that was hidden behind the silk. Your pussy practically begged for his attention. Dared him to see your need through the fabric that shielded you.

You were still upset with him. Still displeased with the way he’d chosen to handle the situation and you. But more than anything you wanted him to succumb to you. You wanted to feel that thrill of having him at your mercy. So powerful, yet so fragile in the midst of his bliss. You wanted...no, needed him to wave his white flag first.

“Tell me then,” You began, slowly easing the hem of your dress up as you spoke. “Business or personal?” You questioned, wanting to know if he’d be truthful about why he’d tried to contact you.

He resumed his path towards you with a dangerous lick of his lips, but his gaze never faltered as it took in every new stretch of skin that was revealed. He tried to reach out and touch you, but you raised a heeled foot to his abdomen and stopped him, keeping him at a distance.

“Answer me.” You breathily demanded.

His face registered your words while his eyes took in the stretch of leg that kept him away. You eased the limb back down and waited for him to comply.

He decided to play along.

“Business.”

He continued walking when you didn’t stop him, standing between your legs and trailing his fingertips along the inside of them. His movements shifted your dress up even higher onto your thighs. The sensation would’ve tickled if you weren’t already deliriously turned on.

“Liar.” You accused, already feeling his warmth radiate onto you as he edged closer. His breath mingled with yours, mint and whiskey assaulting your nose.

“So are you.” He retorted, eyes planted firmly on your parted lips. He moved in until you were sure he could do nothing else but touch his mouth to yours. And yet you still weren’t going to meet him.

“So we’re both liars?” You asked, arching a brow up at him.

“Yeah.” He nodded and swallowed, the tattoo splashed across his throat pulling your focus. You fell captive to his spell as you got lost in memories of licking and sucking the inked flesh, remembering the way he tasted on your tongue. The recollection caused your legs to widen and your back to arch into him, pushing your chest against his. God, you wanted him. You wanted him so badly that your pussy clenched around nothing, as if feeling him already deep inside you. It was a silent call to a lover. One he would never hear. But he’d feel it soon enough.

Your clit throbbed against your lace panties, aching to be assaulted by his talented fingers. With him so close you could feel just how badly you needed him inside you. It felt wrong for him not to be. Felt wrong to not have him share a pulse with you when he was this near. You were going to remedy that.

“Well then,” You whispered, leaning forward to hover over his lips. “I don’t want you to fuck me in this bathroom.”

His hands glided up your thighs while his nose skimmed along your cheek. His breath was hot against your ear as he maneuvered himself so that barely a sliver of air was left between you.

“So I won’t.” He lied in return, the words coating you like his cum had done numerous times before.

In an instant your lips were being pulled to his. His hands were suddenly everywhere and all at once, seeking out your flesh in desperation. It pleased you to know just how badly he needed you. How badly he craved you.

He slid you closer to him, letting your lace-covered lower half come into contact with his crotch. Ragged breaths and low hums filtered through the air as your bodies grinded against each other, seeking firm hands. You could feel him pressed against the zipper of his dark pants. He was hard. The notion made you moan into his mouth, scraping your nails over his scalp.

It was just like riding a bike. Except there was an added layer of intensity this time that hadn’t been there before. His touch burned hotter than usual. Your grew cunt wetter with every pass of his tongue along yours. They weren’t new sensations, but they felt different. Indescribable. Perhaps it was the public sex. Perhaps it was the underlying tension. Either way, it was remarkably explosive.

You pulled away from his insistent lips to take in air. He continued on, mouth moving over your neck and across your exposed cleavage. He nipped at the flesh, his lips sensuously soothing the area as he explored. You pushed into him in invitation, widening your legs so that he could press harder into you.

You waited for him to take the next step. Waited for him to escalate the moment into more than just heavy-petting and sloppy kisses. His hands, as if reading your mind, traveled up the skirt of your dress and found the edge of your panties. There was no hesitation or teasing in his movements as he roughly pulled them off, the elastic popping against your skin and making you cry out.

Rio licked at your neck in apology, his own hands now moving to his belt. You shifted closer to the ledge of the counter and followed the trail of heat that led to his pulsing cock. His flesh bumped against you, the feel of him hot and heavy along your soaked slit making you whimper.

Your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as he pushed forward and sheathed himself inside of you in one hard thrust. You gasped and tightened your legs around him, your right hand in search of something solid. It landed on the mirror behind you, your palm sticking to its cool surface as you braced yourself for the inevitable.

His facial hair scratched at your skin as he buried himself into your neck. He held your hips steady as he retreated and then plunged back into your welcoming walls, stretching you with a burn that made you hiss. Your pussy massaged his length with fervor, seducing him further inside and begging him to claim you once again.

You reached for anything you could to stabilize yourself as he fucked you into the reflective glass at your back. Moans and groans intertwined as your bodies rocked against each other. The soap dispenser fell into the sink with a loud clatter as you accidentally made contact with it. The stack of towels folded neatly near the faucet became disheveled as your ass knocked them out of place with the momentum from Rio’s cock. The entire vanity shook with each intensely thorough thrust of his hips into your womb. It was animalistic. The very epitome of what bathroom sex in a bar should be.

No words were said. None were needed. Your actions led the conversation.

You squeezed your inner muscles around him, daring him to surrender before you. He twitched, his hips stuttering at the feel of you so tight and wet around him. He growled into your ear, a sure sign that he loved the gesture a little too much.

So you did it again.

“Stop that shit.” He grunted, hips picking up their pace.

“Cum.” You whispered in response, the demand disguised as a request.

“Fuck…” He groaned when you held him to you and clenched around him once more. You trapped him, giving him no choice but to experience your deliberate enticement. His fingers dug into your thighs almost painfully so, forcing you to wince.

He was close.

You reached between your bodies and massaged your clit, feeling your pussy react immediately. Sporadic tremors vibrated your walls and his cock, making both of you moan. Rio’s palm slammed into the mirror at your back as he rutted his hips harder into yours. He was rough and unforgiving, the aggression heightened by your disobedience. It had never quite been like this. There had always been a touch of softness, a soothing placation or word of encouragement. Not tonight. Not as he fucked you so hard you were sure the mirror was going to crack and rain down luminescent crystals of glass over you both.

You showed no mercy as you forced him to submit to you and your body. The precipice was there. It was within reach. You could feel that tightly wound coil ready to unravel. It felt like too much and not enough at the same time. Your mind was a prisoner to your pleasure. You thought of nothing but the sweet release that you knew was waiting for you. And it was. It was waiting for you with open arms as Rio finally came, triggering your own climax as he filled you so deliciously full of himself. His entire body tensed within you as he held you firm and painted your shuttering walls.

The familiar sensation only added to your high as your limbs tensed and loosened with each wave of euphoria that washed over you. You squeezed your eyes shut and catapulted through space as your body struggled to ground itself once again. Rio had gone rigid, letting you ride out your orgasm in peace as you suffocated his cock. His cum was already leaking from your walls before you’d even finished, a trail of him decorating your swollen pussy.

Your eyes fluttered open to see him staring back at you, his lips pulled into a lazy smirk. You mirrored his expression, releasing a breathless chuckle. Your body still hummed in excitement, but this time it was punctuated by the deep satisfaction that radiated from between your thighs.

“You good?” You teased, hands resting on his chest and feeling the rapid beats of his heart beginning to slow.

He laughed, the sound low and tinged with fatigue. “Yeah.”

He licked his lips and took in your disheveled state, gaze catching a glimpse of the lace bra you wore underneath.

“Let me drive you home.” He said suddenly, his arrogance alive and well.

It was on the tip of your tongue to deny him, but you chose not to.

“Sure.”

**********

The car ride was silent.

After your impromptu coupling in the bathroom, you’d made up an excuse about not feeling well to your friends and explained you’d already called an Uber. They were hesitant to let you leave alone, but somehow you’d persuaded them to stay and not follow you. You were sure the alcohol they’d consumed had something to do with it.

With hugs and promises of texts that everyone made it home safe at the end of the night, you departed from the bar with Rio in his Mercedes. He’d been driving for about ten minutes, the air not as tense as it’d once been. He seemed content to let the quiet linger, but you weren’t.

“What happened to the new guy?” You asked, glimpsing his face to gauge his reaction. It was dark in the vehicle, but you could still make out his silhouette amongst the various street lights.

He furrowed his brow and pouted his lips, confusion reading easily across his features.

“What new guy?”

“My new contact. The one I was supposed to have.”

“Didn’t work out. Mick has it handled.” He replied simply, gaze still trained on the road in front of him.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, the dryness in your tone letting him know you didn’t quite believe him.

He wordlessly turned onto your street and came to a stop alongside your driveway, putting the SUV in park. He angled his body to face you, trapping you in his stare.

“It was never about you.”

The question must’ve shown on your face because he continued.

“The switch. It wasn’t about you.”

“Wasn’t very convincing.” You deadpanned, scoffing as you played with the zipper of your clutch.

He didn’t react right away. Instead, he watched you. Watched you in that way that let you know his thoughts were as impure as the counterfeit money he produced.

“You look good in that dress.” He complimented, chin jutting out and gesturing to the fabric that adorned your body.

His praise made warmth bloom in your chest. The kind of warmth that was usually accompanied by butterflies in your stomach.

“Thanks.” You replied evenly, not letting him see just what his words did to you. Though you had a feeling he did, despite not bearing witness to it outright.

“Better without it.” He added with a slide of his wicked tongue across his bottom lip, his teeth following. The action was purposeful. Erotic. Blatant. It was all Rio.

You didn’t respond to his flirting. You only sighed, mirroring his position as you resigned yourself to have an honest conversation with the man.

“So,” You started, forcing your fingers to still. “What is it that you want?”

He eyed you for a long moment. Long enough that you started to feel self-conscious.

“You.”

You nodded, disappointed but not shocked by his reply. The word wasn’t new. Though it was lacking the hollow cockiness that usually accompanied it.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he spoke up before you could.

“In whatever way you’ll let me have you.” He admitted.

The statement caught you off guard. He wasn’t trying to be cute or charming. He wasn’t being placating or condescending. He was being serious, the hardened intensity in his dark orbs softening to a tender resignation that you were sure matched yours.

“What about you? What do you want?” He repeated back to you, eyes narrowing as he waited.

You took a moment to observe him. Your eyes followed the arch of his brows and the sharp jut of his cheekbones. You studied the pout of his lower lip and his Adam's apple as it bobbed with his throat muscles. He was so many things to you. None of which you could put into words. You didn’t think a word had even been invented yet. It didn’t matter. You were both making your own rules. And it seemed, for once, that the both of you were on the same page and playing by the same rules.

“I want you to have me.” You confessed, meeting his gaze.

And there it was. He was resigned to having you in limited capacity. You were resigned to finally letting him have you. Two conclusions coming together at the same moment. You weren’t quite sure what that meant for you both, but it was a start.

“Goodnight.” You whispered into the darkened cab, a small smile pulling at your lips.

You didn’t wait for him to react. You turned and opened the door, exiting the vehicle. He didn’t try to stop you. You rounded the front of the car, hearing the driver’s side window slide down.

“So I’ll see you next week?” Rio asked out the open window, chin resting in his hand.

“At the drop?”

He nodded.

You shook your head and laughed, though there was no real humor behind it.

“You wanna tell me again it wasn’t about me?” You challenged, a wide grin decorating your face.

He could deny it. He would probably try. But you knew the truth. And that was enough.

For now.

“Night.” He called, an amused upturn of his lips showing in the light of the full moon.

He turned to the street, starting the car as you walked up your driveway. His eyes followed you the whole way, ensuring you made it in safely.

You heard him drive away once you shut and locked the front door, your lungs releasing a long breath. You pulled out your cell phone and went to your blocked caller list. You selected Rio’s number and unblocked the listing, adrenaline releasing into your bloodstream as you did.

Almost immediately your screen lit up with a text.

Same time and place tomorrow?

You bit your lip, feelings akin to teenage infatuation bubbling to the surface. You hastily typed a response.

See you there.

The message was read immediately.

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kim-poce · 3 years ago

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Bloodbag Neo and Celeste

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25

(CW: pet whump, broken bones, fear of punishment, dissociation)

Alex Fortery was... strange. That was the conclusion Tobias had come to; he'd adjust said conclusion as needed as more information came along.

He not only had some strange habits, but he also was strangely unsure of his position. Tobias would have expected the heir of a vampire crime family to be self-assured to the point of arrogance, but Alex was the opposite.

And he had family issues that could rival Tobias's own, which was saying something.

Tobias talked Alex through how to bandage and splint his broken arms. The vampire seemed to zone out, following Tobias's instructions like he was in a trance. Even once he had finished, he just kept standing there like he expected more instructions to come.

Tobias watched him warily. He didn't know how to handle this. He most definitely wasn't going to keep giving instructions to a Fortery. He'd like to keep his remaining bones in one piece, thanks.

Eventually the stalemate was broken by a chirp from a cell phone. Alex flinched at the noise, then grabbed the device.

“Evelyn,” he said, blinking rapidly.

Tobias was going to casually sit here and look like he wasn't paying attention. Eavesdropping on a conversation between the Fortery siblings was too good an opportunity to pass up.

"No, not busy," Alex said, "and yes, we know where to go, just waiting for the word.”

He frowned at whatever Evelyn was saying. “Blood? You want me to get you blood?”

What Tobias wouldn't give for the ability to hear both sides of the conversation. Did they not keep blood on hand? Or, well, did Evelyn not keep blood on hand? Why would Alex have blood and Evelyn not?

“Is it for the girl?” Alex asked, still sounding baffled.

Based on Alex's next statement, the answer was no. “So you are saying that you want to drink the blood I drink? That blood? You from all people want to drink this blood?”

What the hell kind of difference did it make? Blood was blood, right? Or did blood types make it taste different, with different vampires preferring different types like wine snobs with their favorite vineyards?

Evelyn apparently didn't appreciate Alex's tone. His next words were far more conciliatory. “Yes, yes, sorry, I’ll take it. I’ll be there in a bit.”

With that, the vampire hung up. He glared at Tobias and shot a worried glance towards the kid.

"You, stay here," he ordered Tobias.

Tobias bit back the possible knee-jerk sarcastic reactions to that, either a mocking yes, sir with matching salute, or a bark to make a point about how he didn't appreciate being commanded like a dog. He was trying to not get any more bones broken.

Instead, he gave a simple, "Got it."

Crossovers - Masterlist

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Alex grabbed one blood bag and was about to turn around before thinking better, one would be enough for him it wouldn't be nearly enough to actually make a difference to Evelyn, so he took three just to be sure.

He turned to the boy and used the more soft voice he could, "Listen, you can stay here for now, but later I'll go out with Tobias and you can't simply come with us, so it would be better to go to your room. I know you're afraid those people will show up again, but they won't, okay?" at least not for a while.

From the boy's face, Alex could see that he didn't believe a single word, which is to be expected, Alex already failed so many times in protecting him, it would be weird if the boy thought of him as someone skilled enough to truly keep harm away.

Alex sighed tiredly, "Do you remember the talk they had with Evelyn back then? About a deal? Said deal say that they can't come here often, since it has been a short time since the last visit it'll take a while for them to come back, and besides them, no one here will pose danger to you." It was a bad memory to recall, principally when said talk was going one at the same time Evelyn's arm was being broken, but it was the only way to get his point through.

The boy seemed to think about it for a while before hesitantly nodding, Alex could feel that if something were to happen again that boy would never again trust him.

"Thank you," he said, patting the boy's head. "I'll be back really quickly."

– – –

When Master was gone, the boy wanted to ask again why it is a pet and the man isn't, but the man didn't want to answer, so instead, it crawled to the other side of the kitchen —there was no need to be near the table anymore— and knelt quietly, watching the man warily.

Okay. It's okay if he doesn't want to talk about humans, the boy has questions about vampires too, it could ask Master but he would be uncomfortable with the question, it was sure.

Talking was hard, sometimes more than others, but maybe the necessity to know was greater this time, Humans are food, humans are pets, but vampires no, so why? "W-why the girl is a pet?" it asked, looking down, hoping Ma'am Evelyn would keep Master away long enough for it to get an answer.

=-=

@neverthelass, @latenightcupsofcoffee, @rose-pinkie

#Bloodbag!Neo AU #Bloodbag!Neo and Celeste #whump #pet whump #bloodbag whump #vampire caretaker #broken bones mention #Funny how Tobias think of Alex as an heir when his parent very much would never allow him to inherit sit #shit*#Neo is also so fun #Neo ''Master would be uncomfortable with such question''#Also Neo ''Makes Tobias uncomfortable with said question''

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duuhrayliegh · 4 years ago

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male chivalry

warnings: okay so there is a trigger warning of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault, language, men being gross, protective!bucky, angst a bit, i think that’s it, if you see anything else let me know

word count: 3230 :)

a/n: idk why it took me so long to finish this, but it’s here now!!! also this is based off this post from @teaboot (just the op bc the rest of it pissed me off :)) i hope y’all like it. i hope it’s what y’all expected idk, i’m proud of it.

i really hope i did the topics justice, if you don’t think i did, please shoot me a message and help me figure out how to do better. <3

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open! also this is not beta read, so all mistakes are my own.

xoxo ray

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It had been about three weeks since Bucky had first met the group of four at the protest. Bucky made sure to check in with Steve and let him know what he was doing. Steve was always worrying about Bucky, which was totally understandable because of everything they had been through.

Bucky’s day was a relaxed one with little to no time to dawdle. Over these three weeks, he had learned more from an eighteen year old than he ever thought he would. It was easier to open up to her, for some reason. Bucky hadn’t fully figured that out yet either, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Bucky had been going to his court mandated therapy with Dr. Raynor, to say they were making progress would be a lie. Honestly, Bucky was making more progress with the new individuals in his life. They knew what he did as the Winter Soldier-- no they know what the Winter Soldier did, Cassie made sure the distinction between the two was crystal clear. Bucky was still a bit cautious around them, not wanting to hurt them or be a burden to them.

It amazed Bucky how open they were with each other. Back in the 40’s, you didn’t express your feelings. Especially if you were a man, for fear of being labeled something unsavory. Even stranger still to Bucky was the encouragement and support that everyone gave to those in hard times. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see Penny comforting Freddie after his recent break up.

“Freddie and Ted had been together a little over six months,” Cassie explained to Bucky one night after the group had dispersed from the dining table. Bucky and Cassie were standing over the sink washing the dinner plates and cutlery. “Freddie was so in love with him. I thought Ted felt the same, but I guess that’s just how it goes, right?”

Bucky shrugged, this was one of his first experiences with modern romance. Dating in the 40’s was very rigid, which was to be expected, but nowadays everything is very fluid. It truly fascinated Bucky.

“I honestly don’t know.” Bucky shrugged as he dried the pristine plates. Just as he began to get lost in thought, Evie pulled him into a subject that he hadn’t thought of in a real long time.

“What was it like with women in the forties, Buck?” Bucky blinked at her and considered his answer carefully. The group had been teaching him how to handle some subjects sensitively.

“To be honest? The last date that I went on was to the World Expo of Tomorrow in 1943, the night before I shipped out to England.” He turned, leaning his weight on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. “I went with Steve, this was before he was Captain America, so when he was a little ol’ gangly thing. I had hooked us up with two women, one for me and one for Stevie, their names were Dot and Connie, I think.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, Buck. What was it like with women?”

Bucky tilted his head in question.“What do you mean?”

“What was it like with them? Like, how were they treated as a whole?”

“Oh, uh I think they were treated well? My Ma always told Steve and I to treat women with respect, so we did.”

“Right, but what about everyone else? How did they treat women?” Bucky was confused by the question and he began to think that he was giving the wrong answers.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I guess they were treated how they are today?” Both of the girls in front of him released disdained scoffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, right Cas?” Cassie nodded at Evie and dropped her head in disappointment.

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked. He was genuinely curious about what the girls were referring to. “I mean, I get that the treatment of women hasn’t always been good but it’s not that bad right?” The girls shared a knowing look, and then Evie sighed. She hauled herself out of her chair and nodded to Bucky.

“Alright, let’s go take a walk, just you and me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, just a couple blocks away to the Walgreens. Sound okay?” Bucky agreed, grabbing his jacket and waiting for Evie by the doorway. “We’ll be back soon, Cas.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, Evelyn?” Bucky had only ever heard Cassie use Evie’s full name when she was getting in trouble.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Cas, I swear.” Evie glanced at Bucky, “Besides, I’ve got a Sargent escorting me, so we’ve got nothing to worry about.” She threw a smile to her older sister whose face was just a veil of worry and doubt.

Bucky and Evie exited the apartment building and neither of them had said anything since. Bucky was wondering what this whole exercise was all about, but he wasn’t going to say anything until Evie did. The pair walked up onto a crosswalk, causing them to stop and wait so Evie was able to turn the man beside her.

“So, before we go any further, I just want to set the scene for you.” She took a calming breath and it was now that Bucky realized that this was the first time that she was noticeably scared. His brows furrowed and he nodded as she continued. “It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night and you’re in Brooklyn, walking to your local Walgreens because you need tampons.” Bucky huffed out a small laugh as Evie playfully glared at the man.

“Yeah, yeah. The female menstrual cycle is hilarious as is the pink tax that is put on feminine hygiene products. Laugh it up, James.” She shook her head and pulled Bucky closer to the front of a building. “I’m trying to tell you something, ya asshole. So, you see that it’s dark outside because it’s late but you decide to risk it anyway because you have a flight to catch at four the next morning. You leave your apartment and you are greeted with this.” She gestured to the expanse in front of her.

“Alright, let’s go. And just a word of wisdom real quick before we really get going. Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego.”

“Wow, that’s quite a pearl.” Bucky caught up to Evie as she made her way down the street.

“So being a woman and even more so, being a woman at night, means that you have to constantly be on guard.” As they were walking, a man in a greasy white tank top passed them. The man’s head turned and he scanned Evie’s body.

“Goddamn, that’s a sweet little body there, baby girl.” Bucky’s head snapped around to the man, but Evie kept walking. Bucky looked over to Evie with concern riddling his features.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Let me talk to you for a while!” The greasy man was now following Evie and Bucky. “I bet I can show you a better time than he can, baby girl. Come on, let me talk to you.” He reached his hand out, gripping Evie’s arm and pulling her to face him.

“Please don’t touch me.” “Get your fucking hands off her, you dick.” The man took a step backwards away from the pair.

“Well, fine you bitch! I didn’t want you anyway, fucking fat ass.”

“Hey, you don’t just get to fucking walk away, you jackass! Apologize to her.”

“Why should I apologize to her? I was giving her a compliment.” Bucky’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did this guy just fucking--

“Okay, buddy.” Bucky went to approach the man to settle their disagreement when Evie stopped him.

“James, leave it. Let’s go.” She kept walking and Bucky didn’t want to leave her alone, not after that whole debacle.

“What the fuck was that Evie?” He questioned quickly, she shook her head in response but never verbally responded to him. A few paces later, the pair was about to pass a group of men leaned up against the brick wall behind them. Brown paper bags crunched around bottles were grasped in their hands. Drunken laughter was ringing out through the near empty streets.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you come on over here so we can talk to ya!” One of the men began to step in front of Evie effectively stopping her movement. The eighteen year old took a few steps backwards, coincidentally into Bucky’s chest. His arms came up to meet hers, about to move in front of her in a protective stance.

“Woah, you got a bodyguard baby?” The man tilted his head and stared at Evie. “You know you don’t need him sweetheart.”

“Damn, baby girl. You’re fine as hell.” Another man walked to stand next to the first. “What do I gotta do to get you in my bed?”

“Please leave us alone.”

“No, baby girl I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” Bucky stepped in front of Evie protectively.

“I think she told you to leave us alone.” The two men in front of Bucky didn’t waver. Two raised brows and a fit of laughter later, they still maintained their ground.

“Why? You guys going somewhere to fuck? Already got a piece of that ass and don’t want to share it big man?”

“That’s just cold. You gotta share sometime. And it’s just easier to do it now rather than later.” Evie trembled behind Bucky and leaned up so only Bucky could hear her.

“Come on Bucky, let’s just go back to the apartment.” She tugged on his right arm, fingers digging into his soft flesh. Bucky was sure that he would have crescent shaped indentations where her nails laid in because of how much she was gripping him.

Bucky’s eyes flicked up and down the two men in front of him, assessing how much of a threat they were. They were clearly enough of a threat to frighten Evie to the point of wanting to go home. Bucky gave Evie a stiff nod, not taking his eyes off of the men.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going baby? We’re just getting started!” One of them yelled at the pair as he reached out to grab Evie’s forearm. A split second later, Bucky’s left hand balled into a fist and he launched it at the man’s face. A loud crack resounded and a groan left the man’s mouth as he hit the ground. A look of shock fell across the other’s faces as they saw Bucky standing over their fallen comrade. The group took several steps away from the pair, holding their hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, you fucking prick.” Bucky then turned quickly, grabbing Evie’s wrist tightly and hauling her away from the men. Several paces later, Bucky still held a tight grip on the girl's arm.

“Bucky, you’re kind of hurting me.” Evie’s voice broke through Bucky’s barriers. He let up on how fast he was walking and then dropped Evie’s arm.

Worried eyes scanned her body for any bruising, “I’m so sorry, doll. Are you okay?” Evie laughed as she was rubbing her sore wrists.

“Bucky, that’s normal for any woman. Ever.” Shaking her head, she began walking back towards the apartment. “We could’ve kept on going to Walgreens, but I wasn’t sure your fragile heart could take it.” Bucky drew in his brows and a deep frown etched itself into his features.

“What the hell do you mean that’s normal, Evelyn?” He thrust his arm behind them, gesturing to what they just went through. “Nothing about that was normal.” Still shaking her head, the eighteen year old shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s normal for women.” She glanced at Bucky as she continued on her way. “Also, I know that you were probably just defending my honor or protecting me or whatever, but I want you to really think back, Buck. Think about when you were picking up women in the forties, did you ever push when they didn’t want to have that drink with you? Did you continuously ask for them to dance with you?”

“No, I told you. My Ma raised me the right way.” They walked up to the apartment building and Bucky reached for the door handle. Evie began making her up the stairs, Bucky not far behind her. She stopped suddenly, a few flights before Cassie’s apartment.

“What about your friends?” Bucky was taken aback. His memories were still a bit fuzzy about those times, but he could remember clearly enough. Although he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the questions she was asking.

“What are you getting at Evie?” He huffed while opening the door to Cassie’s apartment. Freddie and Penny were lounged on the couch with an almost empty bottle of wine. Cassie’s head shot up at the sound of the two walking in the doorway. Evie dumped her things off on the granite countertop and turned on her heel to stare at Bucky.

“Did you ever stop your friends when women said no?” The quiet laughter between Penny and Freddie stopped suddenly as Evie’s question hung in the air. All eyes were on Bucky as he gulped and thought back to the times at the bars. Out with Steve and the other Howling Commandos, did they ever do that? He tried to think of a time when they pushed for what they wanted to happen. Of a time when the woman they were pursuing reluctantly gave in because they wouldn’t leave her alone. Evie didn’t wait for an answer, she could see that he was processing everything.

“So why did you stop those guys back there?” Her brows raised and her head tilted in question. Bucky took a deep breath and was about to answer when Evie cut him off. “By punching that guy out there, you’re a hero and we should all thank you and congratulate you for doing the right thing.” She stepped closer to Bucky and the three in the living room understood where Evie was going.

“What do you think would have been said if I would’ve punched him? Sure, you would’ve said something snappy and nice about how I can take care of myself. The general public though? They would say that I overreacted.”

“Easy Evie, he’s still learning.” Cassie said quietly. Bucky was thankful for that, he still did have a lot to learn but it felt like Evie was attacking him. That’s the point, you fucking dumbass. If you had been berating her for putting herself in danger by punching that guy, you would think she was reckless.

“Her point, Bucky, is that the double standard for men and women goes beyond what we expect. Everyone goes crazy for the knight saving the damsel, but everyone hates the damsel for saving herself.” Freddie explained from the comfort of the couch. Bucky nodded, starting to understand the concept. “And her questions about your old buddies. That has to do with the fact that you’re part of the problem.”

“What problem is that?” Bucky was honestly scared to know the answer but he knew to fully learn, he had to get all the facts, both good and bad.

“Stunting the growth of feminism. Being one of the people perpetuating the fact that it’s okay for men to be violent, but not for women.”

“Violence in the form of defending oneself in any capacity.” In Bucky’s line of work, he sees tons of capable and strong women. Natasha, Okoye, Shuri, Sharon, he could think of so many. Then he tried to think of when any of them got the limelight like Steve or himself.

“So it’s like anytime that there would be press releases for the team, and the interviewers would come and ask us questions,” he paused to think how to word what he wanted to say, “they always ask the guys about like super important things like how we’re keeping the city safe and stuff. But when they talk to the girls, they ask about their workout schedule and if they can wear underwear under their suits?”

“Yes, it’s exactly like that Bucky. That’s just a different form of it.” Evie replied quickly. She came up to hug Bucky. “I didn’t mean to attack you or anything, but this is something that we all feel is really important for you to grasp now that you’re back out there.”

“And now that you can recognize when it’s happening, the next important step is to stop it before it happens.” Penny yelled from the living room as she downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. I didn’t know.”

“I know, I’m sorry too. You’re still figuring stuff out, but I needed you to see what it was really like for women.”

“Okay.” Bucky nodded. “How can I help this situation?” The group exchanged proud looks.

“Well, educate everyone around you. Don’t let it happen when you’re around.” Cassie said as she walked into the kitchen to crack open another bottle of wine. “And just support women. Push our problems into the public’s eye.” Bucky smiled, he could handle that, he was good at that.

Considering he was on his way to becoming a member of the Avengers, he would be able to influence from up high. He could openly support groups that were run by women, for women. He was used to standing in the background for things he didn’t believe in, so standing for something that he did was going to be a cakewalk.

A concern floated into the forefront of Bucky’s mind. He looked down at Evie, who had just recently released him from her death grip of a hug. “You know how to defend yourself right?”

Evie’s brows raised in a challenging manner, “Do I look like I don’t know how to defend myself?” The man shook his head and smiled as the surrounding group laughed. Cassie poured a glass of wine and cracked open a bottle of beer for Bucky.

They all made their way to the comfy couches to snuggle in for a movie night, satisfied with their teachings for the night.

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Well, in the spirit of feminism, we are going to watch Legally Blonde.” Penny commented as she picked up the remote. “And it’s Freddie’s favorite so yeah.”

The lights clicked off as the opening credits ran for the movie. Bucky looked around his group of friends as they giggled at the screen. Evie had her head in Cassie’s lap and she was stretched across the sofa with her feet tucked under Bucky’s thigh. Freddie and Penny were curled up in the loveseat across from where Bucky was. Pieces of popcorn and glasses of red wine were being passed from person to person, with the exception of Evie who was still underage. The energy surrounding the five of them was something Bucky hadn’t experienced in a long time and he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon either.

A large grin overtook his face, although today was one of the harder lessons for him to learn, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be teaching him.

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goodness gracious 21. brb x oc

a/n: okay this chapter was sweet. uwu (also yeah, guess Evelyn's father is finally known ehe)

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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It’s been two weeks since they last talked and while she felt a bit anxious sometimes, she knew deep in her heart he was okay, he was just very busy and couldn’t chat all the time. He told her the time they’d all come back, so she shouldn’t be so worried, even if her brain would sometimes pop less than welcome suggestions of outcomes she knew it was just her anxiety playing tricks on her.

Shells and Penny both knew the time Bob and Mav were coming back as well, the older woman being the voice of reason when the other two would get too into their heads with fears and worries. When asked how she did it, Penny said she’s been without Pete for a long time but something inside of her always said they’d see each other again, the feeling never disappeared whenever he was away so she used that as confirmation that he’ll be fine.

But Beatrice understood her words, because while her brain would rattle with anxious thoughts her heart would calm her down with words of ‘he’s okay, he’s coming back.’. Beatrice always thought the voice in her head, the intuition voice, often sounded like her nonna’s thick Sicilian accent.

She enjoyed working at the bar because it gave her a distraction, especially now that Penny got that fancy ice machine and they’d stop using the bags of ice. While they did help, it was just because the old machine started acting weird and Penny didn’t want it to suddenly go out in the middle of a busy night. So now they are just preparing the bar for when the machine arrived, which would be on this Friday afternoon, thankfully Penny let the patrons know that, meaning the chances of anyone showing up were minimal.

Even if they did, the doors would be locked and there’d be a huge ‘under maintenance’ sign pinned on it. Hopefully they’d be back up to speed on Saturday night.

Right now,they were all cleaning the bar for when the machine got there, moving stuff out of the way so it’d be spacious enough for it to pass. Shells took some trash out while the two other women were inside, making her way to the green trash bin down the street, looking up when she saw something move ahead of her.

Her steps slowed down while her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, keeping her eyes on a woman who stood on the beach like a sore thumb. She opened the bin with her vision still on the lady, dropping the trash bags inside, narrowing her eyes a bit. The woman had thick and long black hair that fluttered with the wind alongside her long geometric patterned red and blue dress, her arms up in what she could only describe as a ‘praise to the sun’ position.

Shells didn’t know if she should say something, so she didn’t, she just backed away silently into the bar. Once she got in, she jutted her thumb over her shoulder “Never thought I’d say that, but I saw a hippie lady on the beach,” Penny stopped her cleaning to stare at her niece, “Swear to God, long colorful dress and everything.”

“Did she say something?” Shells shook her head negatively, walking further into the bar.

“I didn’t get close,” with her back turned she didn’t see Beatrice walking back from the storage room with a clean rag in her hands, “I swear I thought it was Janis Joplin coming back from the dead, half expected her to sing Me and Bobby McGee.” Beatrice’s question of who they were talking about made Shells turn her body to face the brunette, “Some lady on the beach, she was like preaching the sun or something.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, had this long boho dress and everything.” she didn’t notice how Beatrice’s face changed, “Long black hair too, it was like we were back in 1969.”

Beatrice blinked, parting her lips, “Where did you see her?” Shells explained the location past the trash bins, frowning at Bea’s expression before the brunette walked out of the bar to check the outside. The woman in question was no longer on the beach, now she was walking through the parking lot with her sandals hooked on her fingers, long black hair moving with the wind, “Oh my God…” Shells peeked over Bea’s shoulder, “That’s my aunt.”

“...your…aunt??” she repeated, “I…your aunt is a hippie? Listen don’t get me wrong but I met your parents, they are anything but free love friendly.”

“My aunt was always the odd one out,” Beatrice explained, looking back at Penny, “Can I just talk to her real quick? She never comes down here.” the older woman nods and Beatrice wipes her hands on her jeans, walking out of the Hard Deck to meet the statuesque figure of her aunt coming closer.

Her aunt, who looked younger than her own age - blessings on the dna - smiled when Beatrice approached, opening her arms wide, “Hello my love,” her soft spoken tone said, humming happily when Beatrice hugged her, the black haired woman squeezing her niece tighter, “Oh, I’m really happy to see you.”

Unlike her twin, Beatrice’s father, Martha’s Italian accent was milder but it came out whenever she had to roll her r’s and the vowel was open, which added to her soft spoken voice made her sound almost mystical. While her siblings joked their own mother was a witch, they were sure that aunt Martha was a witch without a doubt, “I’m happy to see you too but,what are you doing here,auntie?”

Martha smiled, looking up to the sky, “I felt like taking a walk.”

“...from–from your house?” the other woman nods and Beatrice blinks, “But you live in Escondido…”

“I used my bike silly.” her aunt giggles,as if it wasn’t still a three hours ride “I didn’t really walk all the way down here.” her aunt’s eyes shone with mirth, looking down at her niece, cupping her cheeks and turning her head left and right, before closing her eyes in silence. Beatrice blinked, waiting for her aunt to say something, ‘You feel lighter, my love,” her aunt says with her eyes still closed, “Your heart feels free, like a sparrow…my darling girl you are in love.”

Now she wasn’t expecting that type of information. Okay, her aunt was the mystical sort of woman who she was sure could control the weather if she so desired, but she still freaked her out a bit when she said things like that, “I-I…”

“Yes…yes you are in love,” Martha opened her eyes to show the light brown irises staring down at her niece, “What a joy it is.” she drops her hands from Bea’s cheeks, to place both of her own on top of her heart, “I am very happy for you.”

‘...t-thank you auntie,” Beatrice looked over her shoulder to the Hard Deck, a blonde head peeking out with her eyebrows furrowed “Um…but you didn’t say why you showed up. Is everything okay?”

“Why, everything is more than okay.” Martha smiles, “I simply wanted to see you…and give you this.” from a hidden pocket in her dress, Martha pulls out an envelope, an envelope that looked a lot like the wedding invitation Bea got months ago. The brunette blinked, her eyes going from the envelope to her aunt, before she slowly grabbed it from her hand.

“Um…auntie you already invited me, remember?I’m one of your bridesmaids.” she chuckles softly, moving her eyes downward to the cream colored envelope, “Why would you need to–” the name written on the paper, in curved bronze letters, was her name…and Bradley’s. Beatrice’s soul left her body and she immediately paled while looking down at the invitation, holding with both hands now. No, she asked her parents to not do this!

“Your father thought it’d be a good idea.” Martha smiles, oblivious to her niece’s turmoil, “So, it’s your new invitation, I even told the hotel to prepare the room for two.” Beatrice’s wide eyes slowly moved upwards to her grinning aunt, “Everyone will be so happy to meet him.”

Yes, every single one of her family members on both of her parents sides, including the ones from Sicily “O-Oh,” Bea’s words were soft and quiet, with a slight tremble to them, “How nice of you, a-auntie, but–” her aunt just smiles more, nodding her head “But,um he’s deployed and I don’t…think he’ll be here before the wedding,” that was a lie, obviously, but her aunt didn’t have to know that. Her aunt, amazingly just blinked in her direction, she had a feeling that the woman didn’t believe her one bit.

“Well my darling, something in me says he’ll be back sooner than that.” Bea’s smile faltered with an awkward laugh leaving her lips, “Trust me, it will be fine.” her aunt leans down to press a kiss to her niece’s forehead, who in turn stays immobile, not being able to say anything in return, “I’ll see you two then.”

“But–”

“Je t’aime mon petit Beatrice, au revoir!” her aunt waves her goodbye with a flourish, long dress flapping with the wind as she makes her way back to her bike, climbing on it and riding away from the Hard Deck. Beatrice dropped her arms to her sides, backing away until she touched the walls of the bar, her eyes staring at nothing.

Shells walked out to meet her outside, looking from the brunette to the strange woman riding away on her bike, “Sooo…what did she want?” She got no reply, but she saw Bea lift a shaky hand to show an envelope, “You want me to–okay,” she picked the envelope up, seeing her name and Rooster’s on the paper. “...ah.” the brunette slides down onto the sidewalk, placing her head on her hands, with Shells crouching next to her, “I guess you didn’t plan on this, huh?”

“I told my parents I didn’t want to take Brad, do you know how many people will be there in total?? Over one hundred!” Beatrice groans, slapping her hands over her eyes “God not to mention my cousins who will immediately sniff the fresh new man within a five miles radius and hound him like a pack of starving hyenas, making jokes about how much I paid for his company.”

Shells frowned, flipping the envelope back and forth, “So what do you plan on doing? He was invited.” Beatrice dropped her hands to her sides, looking at the envelope for a good five seconds before she snatched it from Shells’ hand.

“I’m going to hide it and use my own invitation to get in. He doesn’t need to know.”

“I mean…sure, but wouldn’t that also give something for your family to talk about?” Shells added helpfully, “How possible is it that most of them know about him?”

“...very possible.” the brunette sighed, running a hand through her haid, “I-I can’t do this to him, can you imagine? I wanted him to meet my family, my parents and siblings, not the whole pack of wolves. God, my uncle Roberto will ask him about the Navy and make comparisons to when he went to war too,uuuuuuuuuughh…”

Shells pursed her lips, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear when the wind picked up, only to grab the invitation from Bea’s hand again, “I think you should at least mention it to him, then he could say if he thinks it’s okay to go or not.” she says, “He’s a big boy, Bea, he has the right to say yes or no.”

“...I…you are right.” she sighs, the back of her head hitting the wall as she looks up to the clouds slowly rolling by, “I can’t just do that, he has to give me his answer…and I hate it. I hate it because I know my whole family way too much…but, you are right.”

“Like always,” Shells smiles, standing up alongside Bea who laughs in response, “But how about we go out tonight? To relax?We won’t come to work after all.”

“Do you have a place in mind?”

“I do, I was thinking of The Singing Stop, that karaoke bar with those private booths for you to use instead of a stage,” she pulls out her phone, “Friday is free for the ladies and if you go in a trio you get extra chicken wings.”

“Were you planning on inviting Penny?”

“I tried,” Shells said, flicking through her phone, “But she said she’d like to stay home with Melia tonight, so, who is our next option? Who’s the one person who’d always be up for Karaoke night? Evelyn.”

Evelyn did love karaoke, Shells wasn’t wrong. She’d get very into it, pulling a whole performance while singing too, “Well, okay, sure. Did you talk to her yet?”

“Um, yes,” she says, following Bea inside the bar, “I sure did, she already said yes. By the way, we’ll definitely get hammered so we’ll need an Uber.” Beatrice frowned, looking back at the blonde with a worried face “Okaaay, maybe not that hammered, just enough to see double.”

It was Penny’s voice that interrupted their talking, walking past them holding a bucket of water, “as long as the two of you can stand tomorrow night, that’s fine by me.” she chuckles, “Now come on, we have to finish everything in fifteen minutes.”

“They better have Mr.Brightside or I’m rioting.” Evelyn said as they walked into the karaoke bar, the 70s color palette of reds, yellows and blues adorning them. Evelyn was the first to walk to one of the employees, asking for a private room alongside a qr code menu, giving the other two a smile when the man said to follow him.

The room was yellow with inner lights on the walls, shining down the U shaped dark blue seats in front of a tv and a coffee table separated the two parts of the couch to be in front of one another. Once they all got inside and closed the door, Evelyn removed her dark suit jacket to expose the black tube top underneath, already checking the songs while Bea and Shells took their seats.

Shells would be the one responsible for the drinks and snacks for the night, “Okay, we already have extra chicken wings but what are we feeling tonight for drinks? I think we should get some beer.”

“I’m okay with that,” Ev said, still looking for her song with her back to the two, “Beer and chicken wings, nothing better.”

“I’m okay with it too,” said Bea, placing her green jacket to the side, combing her hair over her shoulder while crossing her legs by the knee as Shells set their order. The brunette tilted her head to Evelyn, who let out a sound of triumph when she found her song, she didn’t play it yet, instead she let the name hover on the screen before sitting down next to Bea with a sigh.

“When was the last time the three of us went out together?” Evelyn asked, crossing her own legs.

“Oh, oof,” Beatrice chuckles, looking away to wrack her memory, “I think it was two weeks after grad? Then we all went our own ways.” she turns towards Evelyn with a small smile, “How’s it going on getting the old team back?”

Evelyn sighed, her lips pursing in a frown, “Honestly, I managed to get Eliza and Carmen too, but like, Tori? Out of the question, she joined an MLM and would just offer us her products instead of playing for real.”

“We all knew Tori was weird,” Shells voice said, lowering her phone once the order was sent, “So I won’t lie and say she’ll be missed, cause she won’t.”

The three women reminisced for a while longer until their snacks arrived. Shells made sure to record their night out to the best of her ability, saying it was a once in a lifetime thing, they needed to have it archived for the future.

“Okay, I think I’ll tackle the elephant in the room,” Shells began, gesturing a chicken bone to Evelyn’s direction, “Why isn’t Ms.Evelyn Simpson dating anyone?” the dark haired woman rolled her eyes, choosing to sip her beer instead, “Because we know you are a looker, you could have any guy you wanted.”

“Is your dad a vice admiral?” Evelyn retorted, arching her eyebrows, “Is he a pain in the ass?”

“You can’t prevent yourself from dating because of your dad, Ev,” Bea replied softly, wiping her mouth with a napkin, “Who knows? Maybe there’s a perfect guy for you somewhere, just waiting.”

“Or maybe it’s just Hangman.” Shells snickered, laughing louder when Beatrice tossed the napkin her way, with the blonde’s laughter diminishing to quiet giggles.

“I’d rather chug a gallon of bleach,” Evelyn murmured, “He’s so typical, like he’s a mold of every navy type there is…unlike Bea’s pilot.” she gestured her thumb in the brunette’s direction, “By the way, let’s be honest, the two of them are nauseating.” she said to Shells, who cackled even louder much to their curvy friend’s surprise, “I mean, good God I thought I’d develop type 2 diabetes just by standing near them.”

“Babes you have no idea.” Shells smirks, “It’s so painfully sweet I swear I feel like vomiting sometimes.”

“...I don’t know how to feel about all that…”

Evelyn smiled, draping her arms over Bea’s shoulder, “You should be happy because while we both feel our teeth rotting, we like seeing you with someone who likes you so much.,” Shells nods in agreement, lifting her beer “Because you deserve it, after all the shit He Who Shall Not Be Named did to you.”

The two of them were with Beatrice during the last months of her relationship with Eric, they were with her when she’d had her panic attacks and they were with her when she shared she wanted to end things for real this time. They really just wanted the best for Beatrice, which they knew for a fact it wasn’t Eric, so when she finally cut things off with him, they had a celebration…at a karaoke bar.

“...Thanks guys, I really,” Beatrice blushed, looking down at her hands, “I really like Bradley,” she almost said the L word again but she didn’t feel like saying it now, not without Brad knowing it first “He’s very special to me.”

“Just please name your first kid after me,” Shells added, “‘Cause without me, neither of you would’ve gotten together. Evelyn you should’ve seen it, it was like two pre school kids who never acted up, Ugh! Rooster just kept looking at Bea who only looked at him when he wasn’t looking and it was driving me insane. I had to step in.”

Beatrice hummed, narrowing her eyes playfully at her friend but only sipping her beer with a little smile, “Well,I thank you for stepping in then, I’m very very happy…which reminds me, what about you and Bob?” It was interesting to see how Shells’ expression softened and she touched the rim of her bottle with a little smile.

“I like him a lot too.” The usually loud blonde said quietly, “He’s so sweet, a bit shy at first but, he’s incredibly sweet…and god he’s so good in bed. You’d never think so under that sweet façade he has.But it’s like the phrase goes: gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets!”

The laughter reverberated around the room, with the three girls clicking their bottles together in celebration. Not long after that, Evelyn wiped her hands clean to stand to her feet, grabbing the mic, “Okay, it’s my time to shine.”

“You always choose Mr.Brightside,” Shells chuckled, “Don’t you have other options?”

“Listen as an emo child of the 2000’s I have to start with this song, either that or Helena by MCR.” she explains, shrugging before pressing play so the known melody would start. Evelyn would always get into the songs, no matter what kind, so when she stood still as a rod in the middle of the room with the mic to her mouth, “Coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine-”

Shells lifted her phone to record Evelyn’s performance, who while in the beginning of the song stood still as a rod, tossed her head forward violently once she hit the ‘but this is the price I pay!’, clenching the air dramatically, with her hair tossing back when ‘Mr.Brightside left her mouth.

The other two girls cheered, clapping their hands when Evelyn continued her performance, kicking and headbanging and playing air guitar until she finally dropped to her knees when the song ended with her chest heaving. She was glistening with sweat, like she was the one in concert instead of The Killers, but she smiled at her friends hollering her name.

Evelyn gracefully stood to her feet, bowing in thanks “Okay, who’s next?”

“Oh, me!” Shells scrambled to her feet, giving Bea the phone “I wanna sing Get Outta My Way, by Kylie.”

“Oh my god, and you call me a song repeater??”

“Um, I choose a variety of Kylie songs okay? My queen deserves nothing less.” Shells smiles, flipping through the list until she finds it. Much like Evelyn, she too put on a performance with a lot of hair flipping and hand motions, mimicking some of Kylie Minogues’ choreography - some not even from this specific song - but either she was having a blast, while Evelyn and Bea cheered on, the latter filming the whole ordeal.

When she was done with the song, she finished with the mic up in the air and a tired smile on her face, waving off the clapping with a smile, “Okay, now,” she offers the mic to Beatrice, who blinks up in surprise, “Your turn bumblebea.”

“Oh, oh okay.” Beatrice switched the phone for the mic, adjusting her ripped jeans on her legs before looking at her friends, “I never know what song to sing.”

With the phone up, Shells shouts, “Great Balls of Fire! Do it! Sing it!”

“I don’t even know if they have it!” The idea of singing Rooster’s songs suddenly made her cheeks heat up, but she couldn’t help but be excited if she could sing it. So she turned to the TV, biting her lower lip while checking the song list, “Oh my god…they do. Should I sing it?”

“Yes!” Shells shouted, “You better do that! Sing for your man away from you!”

Beatrice laughed nervously, she didn’t know why she was so nervous about singing it. She wished she was singing it with Rooster…but, well, he wasn’t here. She hoped he wouldn’t be upset because she did it without him. With one final breath of courage, she pressed play, biting her lower lip while smiling as the known piano keys appeared.

It took her some time to let loose, even with the beer in her system, she felt a bit awkward while singing along. Until the first Great Balls of Fire made itself known, then she just got into it. Between shimmying her shoulders and dramatic hand motions, Shells was sure Beatrice’s movements were very similar to Rooster’s whenever he played it.

She didn’t plan on telling her friend of the video she’d send the pilot, just because she didn’t want Bea to be against it. Evelyn and Shells hooted for Beatrice whenever she moved with the song, clearly happy to see their friend having so much fun. By the time the song ended, Beatrice was breathing hard but smiling even harder, laughing when the other two stood up to hug her close.

They stood there for a couple more hours, between drinking and singing - even singing together to Katy Perry’s California Gurls with Shells demanding to sing Snoop Dogg’s part on the song - until they left the bar. They were stumbling a bit, but not enough to consider themselves too drunk to know what they were doing.

They didn’t plan on going home yet, so they just wandered up the street laughing to one another - Evelyn almost losing her balance twice only for Beatrice to hold her up. They ended up in an empty skate park, still singing and dancing like the music was still playing.

Shells pointed the phone up to the dancing Beatrice, who sang Madonna’s Like a Virgin while moving much like in Tiff’s class, “Hey Bea!” the brunette stopped, looking right at the camera, “Can you do something for me?”

Bradley yawned quietly, rubbing his face as he lay on the bottom bunk, grabbing his phone to set his alarm. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw that Shells sent him a message on instagram. He had no idea why she’d message him and not Bob, but if he knew Shells it was nothing good.

So he opened it, expecting some weird meme she found online…but it wasn’t. Instead it was several videos of no one other but Beatrice. He looked up at the top bunk, hearing Fanboy turn on his mattress, before he leaned into his bag to pick up his air pods. Once connected he thumbed the screen up to the first video, pressing play and his whole body reacted when he noticed the song Beatrice was singing along to.

His lips parted in surprise, watching her move and sing to her heart’s content to his song. Well, not his song but the song he would always play at the bar. Rooster could only watch, mesmerized, watching his girlfriend sing Great Balls of Fire on a karaoke machine, laughing and dancing, almost oblivious to Shells’ filming her. He let out a soft laugh, then covered his mouth when she flipped her hair and pursed her lips at the ‘you kissed me baby!’ part of the song, shimmying her shoulders along with the beat.

The video stopped and he had to mentally recover from what he just saw, before he went to the next one which was Beatrice this time singing I Want to Know What Love is by Foreigner, just into the song as the first one before watching the last one that was I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston. She looked really gorgeous whenever she had fun, with her laugh leaving her lips and dancing like there was nothing stopping her.

He couldn’t help but also notice how beautiful she looked, with her sleeveless turtleneck top and ripped jeans, hair flowy and shining under the lights. God he missed her so much. Did Shells send that to him just to make him suffer? Because it was working. There was another notification from Shells, she sent yet another video. This time they weren’t in the bar anymore, they were in what he assumed to be a park, so he got comfortable on his bunk and pressed play yet again.

“Bea! Bea!Look!” Beatrice’s eyes were glazed but she smiled at the camera and he couldn’t help but smile back, she was definitely buzzed, “Look, if you had to say anything to Rooster right now, what would you say?” wait, what?

Beatrice blinked, licking her lips as she thought about it, “I’d say…that I miss him, a lot but he knows I do!” she giggles, “...and…that he makes me very happy and that I think he’s the sweetest, kindest, hottest guy I’ve ever met. That I still can’t believe he’s mine and that…ummmm…that his mouth tastes sweet, like honey and I can’t get enough of him! His lips are soooooooo soft and so nice!hmmm, but,but I also!” she makes a point to hold up a finger, “I think he’s brave and he makes me feel safe, he makes me feel the happiest I’ve ever felt before!” she giggles, then blinks at the camera, “Why do you ask?”

Shells turns the camera to her face, “Oh, no reason, just curious.” she smirks down at the camera, finally stopping the video.Rooster stared at the screen for a few more seconds, then let the device fall screen first on his chest, rubbing his face with both hands, groaning quietly into his palms. How was he to deal with this? With her? He couldn’t just run to her and pick her up to kiss her like no tomorrow, he still had a few more weeks to go by before he returned.

His chest warmed up with feelings, with pure love for this girl, who cared for him and believed in him so much without a single doubt within her. He dropped his hands, sucking in a shaky breath before he looked back down to his phone, only seeing that Shells left him a ‘>:P’ emoji that he chose not to reply to, he knew she wouldn’t mind either.

He makes her feel safe. She mentioned to him during their first time together that his room felt like safety to her…and he couldn’t imagine a better compliment to have from someone he loved so much. Rooster sighed sweetly, closing his eyes with a smile before he finally set up his alarm, giving one last look at the video just so he could have her voice in his head before he slipped into dreamland.

He slid the phone under his pillow, still smiling when he finally fell asleep.

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dakotasgreenkitchen · 3 years ago

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Take A Chance On Me- Part 3.

“Florence?” Amelia called as she set the keys down onto the dish, placing Scout into his playpen.

“My room.” Florence answered back, her voice softer than Amelia’s.

“What did you do?!” Amelia exclaimed, her eyes wide as she saw the paint on the walls and tarps covering the floor.

“This room was plain, I made it better.” Florence said proudly, showing off the colorful almost retro flowers she had painted over the walls.

The white bed frame was now orange and the walls had a color palette of oranges, pinks and yellows. Amelia could clearly see Florence was taking advantage of being her own person.

“I didn’t tell you this was okay.” Amelia said firmly- like Evelyn told her once you’re building a boat.

“It’s just paint. If all else fails you can just get white paint and go over them a couple times.” Florence shrugged tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“You really should ask permission. What if we sold the house or someone wanted to see it?” Amelia asked, her eyebrow raising.

“Oh so when Scout gets older and you get tired of having a random ass teenager you can give me back and won’t have to redo the house?” Florence pressed, was it stupid to argue with the woman giving you shelter and a life, sure. But Florence was never one to back down.

“We’re not going to give you back. I would just like some warning if you’re going to paint the walls.” Amelia said slipping her hands into her pockets, not willing to argue with a teenager- teenagers were scary.

“Okay then. Well I’m gonna keep painting and unless you want to inhale it I would leave.” Florence shrugged picking up the paint brush once more before making Amelia sigh as she walked away.

“I have no authority with her bubba.” Amelia pouted as she lifted Scout out of his pin.

Scout just babbled as he grabbed onto her scrub top, giggling at the faces Amelia was making at him. God babies were easy compared to whatever fight? Disagreement? That she clearly lost with Florence.

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“I can’t believe you are the adult and you still lost an argument over the walls of our house with a teenager.” Link laughed as he stirred the sauce in the saucepan.

“I don’t know how far I’m allowed to push, technically I’m not her mother or I guess she doesn’t see me as that. I just don’t know how far I can push.” Amelia explained, her head resting in the palm of her hand.

“Well what did you do with Betty, how far did you push?” Link asked dipping the pasta and sauce onto plates.

“Well she was on drugs and like me so I knew how to handle that. But Florence as far as I know isn’t a drug addict. She’s just Florence.” Amelia sighed, leaning her head back facing the ceiling.

“Then just let her be Florence. She hasn’t done anything worthy of punishing her.” Link reasoned as he passed Amelia her plate.

“FLORENCE. COME EAT DINNER.” Amelia called as she walked the plates to the table along with their glasses.

“I’m here.” Florence said as she sat down at the table next to Scout’s high chair.

“What was school like. Did you meet anyone?” Link asked once everyone began eating.

Florence just shrugged. In her mind she wasn’t being rude, she never had sit down meals with adults who truly cared about her days.

Most days in the home was spent eating in the dining hall with one of her closest friends. Jolene. Jolene was much like the Dolly Parton song. Red hair and emerald green eyes.

Jolene’s hair curled into ringlets and Jolene had also lost both parents to a fire. Her and Florence had kept each other sane and was a shoulder to cry on and open mind to vent towards.

“It was fine.” Florence spoke quietly, moving her fork around her plate before taking a small bite.

“That’s good. Did you make new friends? I know it can be hard when you transfer.” Amelia said her voice supportive and kind.

“Yeah a couple, but I miss Jolene.” Florence sighed, taking a sip of her glass.

“Jolene?” Link asked, him and Amelia had never heard of a Jolene since Florence moved in.

“She was my best friend at the home. Her parents died in a fire too. We kept each other sane.” Florence said, Amelia and Link getting up to clean up the kitchen.

“Like your person?” Amelia mused, finally feeling like she could relate to the young teenager.

“Not really. Just my best friend.” Florence said, her brunette eyebrow raised as she placed the dishes into the dishwasher.

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“Hey you.” Jolene smiled, glad to see her best friend’s face on the phone. They barely had time to talk since Florence went to school.

“Hi lovey.” Florence teased, her head resting on her knees.

“I miss you girl. It’s so fucking boring here. I thought Mrs. Lawrence would throw me out a window for my attitude today.” Jolene rolled her emerald eyes.

“Fuck her. She never liked me. Ever.” Florence laughed, propping the phone up as she walked towards her closet.

“She didn’t like either of us. The two bitchiest orphans.” Jolene chuckled, her ringlets falling out of the braid she had them in.

“Being bitchy kept us from being walked over. How is Dan. Or did you give up on him?” Florence semi shouted as she thumbed through her clothes, the patterns mixing as she moved quickly.

“I gave up. But some dudes who got married want to come meet me so. How’s the perky ones?” Jolene laughed as Florence sat back onto the bed, the phone in her hands.

Amelia passed by, Florence’s door cracked and she could hear them talking. Even though it’s a bad move; she had to learn more about her now daughter.

“They’re okay I guess. I just still don’t get why they wanted me. They have a baby. Like I’m way past the age of being wanted. But I think I got in trouble for painting the walls.” Florence said crossing her leg one over the other.

“Brutal. I don’t get that either but I don’t know why these guys want to talk to me. When I get out of here if I ever do I promise I’ll come see you Flo.” Jolene smiled sadly, even though Florence wasn’t that far, they had spent every moment of every day together since they were 8.

They had spent 7 years chained at the hip. And for the first time in a very long time, they were both virtually alone. Sure they had internet.

But that doesn’t come close to laying in bed at night, having snuck the communion wafers that night during mass. Laughing until they almost choked.

Or sitting outside, head on a shoulder just having a minute away from school or mass that they didn’t even believe in.

Using Amelia’s term- they were each other’s person. Jolene and Florence were the one constant in each other’s life. The one thing that was always there no matter the situation or time.

“Please do. I miss you lovey. It’s fucking weird not being able to just crawl in the bed in the middle of the night with the communion wafers.” Florence smiled, her head falling onto the pillows.

“You can say that again. Well phone time is almost up but I will call you tomorrow same time. Love you to the moon.” Jolene said waving her hand.

“And back every day.” Florence finished, her smiled fading as she hung up. Damn it, she missed Jolene.

#amelia x link #amelink #amelink fanfic #amelink fics #grey’s anatomy #grey’s gifs #take a chance #florence #scoutderekshepherdlincoln #atticus lincoln #jolene #queens gambit references #lady bird easter egg #amelia shepherd

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chilly-me-softly · 4 years ago

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Every Little Thing’s Gonna Be Alright • Chapter 18

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17

"Wow girls you are... wow" Ben is pleasantly surprised as soon as he sees the two girls leave the room. Deb immediately approaches him and the two share a tender kiss while Evelyn looks down embarrassed at the compliment, suddenly feeling in their way.

Eventually the three of them make their way to the lift and Evelyn's heart misses a beat every time the lift stops at other floors, opening those doors so slowly it tortures her again and again by showing people she doesn't know, before finally arriving at the right one. And so she suddenly decides to get herself together. She went through a birth weeks before and nearly feels sick about a guy. Absolutely not.

The room is bright and warm, not making her regret wearing a strapless dress at all. There are already plenty of people around, small groups chatting and laughing. Ben at her side places a hand at the base of her back leading them forward to find Gareth Southgate, Harry Kane and his wife a few steps later.

"Ben, good to see you. And with two lovely ladies I can see"

"My girlfriend Deb and my sister Evelyn" he makes the introductions after shaking his manager's hand.

"Oh Evelyn, nice to finally meet you in person. Congratulations on your baby girl" the girl smiles trying to keep from glaring at the guy next to her as she shakes hands with everyone there.

"I'm sorry if he bothered you. My brother doesn't know where to draw the line"

"Nah next training session he'll get what he deserves" Kane teases him making everyone laugh under his brother's mock indignant look.

The round of introductions continues as Ben leads both of them around the room. She doesn't feel as nervous as she had imagined, everyone is so nice and friendly and the fact that she sees almost everyone at least once a week via a screen has helped to make the environment even more familiar despite not really knowing them. But it's only fair because she finds herself on the other side for a few minutes too, experiencing what it feels like to be known by everyone but not be known at the same time. It turns out that everyone seems to know her thanks to Ben's big mouth but if nothing else that had taken the pressure off of finding conversation topics.

"You know who just walked in, get ready" Deb whispers to her while Ben is busy having a conversation with James a few steps away from them. And Evelyn does everything in her power not to turn around, clutching her glass of water wishing it was something more at that moment.

"Oh finally! You're always late mat," Ben comments as soon as he sees Jack, the two of them exchanging the usual handshake as the boy laughs. And her gaze inevitably ends on him.

The suit wraps his body properly, the tie is perfectly done and for a moment she wonders if someone has helped him. But there is no one at his side and she feels stupidly relieved. Their eyes meet for a brief moment and that is enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"Jack, do you remember my sister Evelyn?"

"How could I not. I mean we spent a whole day putting that cot together, did we?!" he steps forward leaning over slightly to leave a kiss on her cheek. And as he does the same greeting Deb, a trail of his scent reaches her nostrils. He looks so calm, as if nothing has happened, while she is in complete shambles. Again.

"How's the baby? I hope the cot held up. I wasn't so convinced we'd be able to make it" Evelyn laughs partly and mostly at the absurdity of the situation.

"She's fine. And the cradle too, it's very comfortable. Not that I've... tried it out or anything" she replies, stumbling on a few words, wanting to facepalm herself, miming a gritted 'help me' to Deb when she's sure no one's looking.

"I need a refill. Eve are you coming with me?" Deb points to her glass before taking the girl under her arm and heading for the small bar area.

Evelyn sighs relieved once she walks away as Deb laughs, "Girl you are so hopeless"

"God why do I have to be so stupid?"

"Did I ever tell you about how I met your brother?" Evelyn shakes her head, interested in the story. Her brother had never been a fan of gossip, it was bad enough that he had let them know he was seeing someone let alone the whole story of how it happened.

"I was out with my friends and I was trying to impress this guy"

"You hooked up with my brother when you were interested in someone else?!" she asked amused as Deb shushed her with a hand gesture, taking the full glass and moving a little further aside.

"Let me finish. Anyway what I was saying, oh yeah I was trying to impress this guy. Nice looking bloke... but apparently he didn't see me. I reckon I spent hours dancing, fooling around with my friends trying to get his attention. But nothing"

"Until I practically ran into this guy who smiles at me and says you know it's not worth wasting time on someone who doesn't want you the way you want him"

"Ben" she states almost unnecessarily but Deb nods anyway smiling.

"Turns out he'd been watching me all night instead, only I was too busy being a fool to notice"

"So you're saying I need to look over?" Deb almost rolls her eyes in exasperation.

"No. I'm telling you to open your eyes and look around. You feel stupid because you're trying so hard to hide your feelings. Let yourself go. If it goes well you'll have a decent person by your side, if it goes wrong... you'll get back up as usual"

"And if you're going to say you have a baby girl, I'm going to slap you. Right here in front of everyone" Evelyn immediately shuts her mouth, not wanting to challenge the girl who is more than capable of doing such a thing.

"You really know how to comfort people" she comments instead sarcastically glaring at her, trying to make her feel guilty at least a little.

"You don't need comfort, just a little push" she winks at her before they are interrupted by Ben dragging his girlfriend away to dance after making sure once again that everything is fine.

Evelyn stands there watching the two of them sway mindlessly in the middle of the dance floor and smiles. She remembers the first wedding their parents decided they were old enough to attend, how they hid under a table for almost half the reception to escape the entertainer and how Ben swore he would never dance like the groom and bride that day because 'too close, too much contact yuck'.

"What are you drinking?" a voice brings her back down to earth and when she turns her head she finds Jack at her side leaning against that counter with absolute nonchalance.

"Water"

"Oh. It definitely takes a bit of alcohol to get through these nights" he says with a hint of hilarity ordering a beer from the person behind the bar.

"I can't. I haven't touched a drop in ages now and I don't fancy making a fool of myself in front of everyone thanks"

"Something interesting. Sure you don't want some?"

"I'm glad my public humiliation excites you so much" Jack laughs before bringing the freshly served bottle closer to his lips.

"Besides, it doesn't seem to me they're forcing you to attend"

"I was so close to not coming in fact. Then I heard you were going to be there" their gazes intertwine as she tries to figure out if he's messing with her or if by some strange twist of fate she's misunderstood. But it's all there, in his ever so penetrating eyes. If she chooses not to see it, it's up to her.

"Are you two getting friendly?" she almost jumps on the spot not having heard him coming as Jack imperceptibly straightens his back.

"Something like that" Jack takes a long swig from his bottle, "I was just telling your sister that without alcohol these evenings are pretty boring"

"You're going to have to start looking for someone or we're going to start calling you Jack the boozer" Ben jokes as Deb scolds him for being rude and Jack shoots Evelyn a look before scoffing at him and taking another sip of that beer.

The first thing she thinks of as soon as the signal comes that they can leave is to run to her room as fast as she can to get rid of those heels. She had forgotten how confident they made her feel but also how uncomfortable they were after a while. That's why when Ben and Deb suggest her to go get something to eat with them, she flatly refuses. It's okay, she had a good night at the end and they deserve some time alone too without having to babysit her.

She heads for the lift as the two then head for the hotel exit, not taking long to get into the cubicle. Almost as the doors are about to close a hand blocks them and two people enter the lift. The door is about to close again but it's blocked again and she's about to huff loudly, dreading her plan, when her gaze meets Jack's. He approaches her as the doors finally close and the lift begins its ascent.

There is silence in the cubicle, Evelyn keeps her eyes on the display showing the current floor number, swaying slightly on her knees. When she feels something brush her hand along her side, first imperceptibly, so much so that she thinks she imagined it, then more firmly. The pinkie of Jack's hand searches for hers before intertwining and stupidly something inside her bursts, radiating a sudden warmth.

She doesn't look at him, instead keeping her gaze fixed on that number that keeps going up slowly. But she doesn't even do anything to interrupt that moment, enjoying the warmth released by that contact no matter how small and everything else.

The lift doors suddenly open and before she can realize it, the grip on her hand tightens and she finds herself in a hallway being led by Jack.

"What are you doing that's not my plan" she states confused but offering no resistance, curious as to what he might be up to.

"It's mine" he just says turning his head towards her for a second before taking the key card with his free hand and stopping in front of a door.

"I just want to spend some time with you. I can't waste this opportunity" he admits sincerely and she simply smiles at him waiting for him to open that door.

When she walks inside the first thing she does is let herself fall on the bed kicking off her heels, moaning at the feeling of freedom as Jack smiles closing the door behind him.

"Don't you dare use that against me. They were killing me"

"I didn't say anything" Jack raises his hands holding back a giggle and she tries to glare at him as he places his jacket on the chair nearby loosening his tie before sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Just know that you just ruined all my plans"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I could already see myself in my room getting rid of these heels and this dress, maybe a nice warm bath and a good refreshing sleep"

"Oh you can go if you want"

"Nah I'm here now" she says shrugging and he smiles before laying down next to her. They look into each other's eyes, both studying the other's face as if for the first time, until Evelyn sighs.

"I practically asked Deb never to leave me alone tonight and yet here I am" if she thinks about it it only makes her laugh.

"Were you afraid I might kidnap you?"

"That I might do something stupid actually"

"Like what?"

"Like be alone with you somewhere and-"

"And kiss me again. Is that what you're worried about?" Evelyn sighs closing her eyes but she can still feel his gaze on her, so persistent.

"Do you want to kiss me? Because I want to, so bad" she can hear his desire in his voice and she's thankful her eyes are closed and she can't see his expression too because that's the only reason she hasn't thrown herself at him frankly. She's struggling so much in that moment with her brain, and then here he comes.

"Can you open your eyes please?" he asks softly as she shakes her head, holding her breath when she hears him move.

"You know I stood outside your house I think for at least an hour that day. Hoping maybe you'd change your mind" he whispers catching her off guard, his voice closer now. And finally she gives in opening her eyes looking at him intently.

"Why?"

"Because whatever this is between us it's clear we both feel it Eve. I don't want to dance around it anymore"

"Jack I-"

"And I gave you your space because I knew you would need it. But all I've been doing is thinking about you, thinking about that kiss"

Evelyn sits on the edge of the bed at that point, leaning forward resting her elbows on her thighs and closing her fists in her hair. She feels him do the same as the bed moulds under their weight.

"You scare me. Because you make me feel things I thought I'd never feel again. Not as strong" a few seconds pass in which silence is the main protagonist, before he changes position kneeling in front of her. His hands go to release her hair from that hold, fingers to intertwine with each other.

"I know it's hard to trust and letting you go again after a breakup"

"That's the problem. I feel like I can trust you and that scares me because with Lucas I... we shared so much in such a short time and I even thought I loved him, and with you... I don't want that to happen again, I couldn't bear it"

"Little by little, allow yourself to be happy again. Let me in Eve" Evelyn's body comes forward imperceptibly as she pulls her hands from Jack's grasp, laying them immediately afterwards on his cheeks to pull him to her and make their lips meet. She stops thinking for once, following her feelings. And if she doesn't feel on the clouds, she doesn't know what describes that moment frankly.

"You don't know the confusion in my head right now" she giggles, resting her forehead against his. "I really want to turn my brain off sometimes"

"Oh I'm here for that" Jack grins mischievously pushing Evelyn backwards suddenly, causing her to lose her balance, and lie down next to her as she lets out a choked squeal in surprise before laughing. He moves closer to her again connecting their lips together smiling, he can't help but want more and more.

They can't break away but at the same time Evelyn doesn't want to rush things so she puts some space between them, deciding to take off that dress to get more comfortable and borrowing something from Jack's suitcase. She takes her time in the en-suite bathroom, sorting herself out and admiring in the mirror how those clothes are soaked in the boy's scent and she brings them to her nose stupidly before shaking her head and getting out of there.

Jack has changed too in the meantime, ditching his fancy shirt and trousers for something more comfortable, getting into bed and fiddling with his phone while waiting for her. It's a bit late but neither of them wants to close their eyes because it would mean ending the day and leaving, parting ways again.

"What will happen once we leave this room?" Evelyn voices her thoughts with a sigh causing him to look up from his phone which is immediately pushed aside.

"Come here" Jack holds out his hand to her and she walks over to him settling on his lap and letting his arms wrap around her.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen. You're gonna go back to your beautiful little girl and cuddle her because you've missed her so much and I'm gonna go back to my house and let my dog do that" the girl laughs as he leaves a kiss on her temple, "But we're gonna do everything we can to keep in touch like before or even more because I'm not leaving you now, that's for sure"

"Sorry, I just seem to need some comfort all the time"

"I'm here to give it to you. Whenever you need it. We said little by little right?" she kisses him again and each time a smile arises spontaneously on her lips. It's absurd, at the beginning of the day she had wished for it to pass as quickly as possible so she could go home to her little girl, but now she wishes it would last a little longer so she wouldn't have to be separated from Jack. To stay in that bubble they have created for themselves in those hours and in which they are so comfortable.

They talk and talk over and over until the yawns outweigh the words and then they give up, holding each other for what's left of the night taking all they can before they inevitably burst that bubble and test themselves in the tangled world they live in.

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Tag: @alexajanecollins @emwritesfootball @rosie7703

Chapter 19

#every little thing's gonna be alright #my writing #original #football imagine #football imagines #jack grealish #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish imagines #ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell imagines

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silenthorror · 3 years ago

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Patrick Bateman Patrick Bateman Patrick Bateman (summoning ur thoughts on him king

ur first mistake <3 spoilers 4 the american psycho book </3 and even more of my thoughts are here and here

OKAY. OKAY OKAY SO. i think one of the main motives that is driving patrick bateman to do certain things is definitely his craving for something Real and Tangible in his life. he wants consequences, he wants people to feel Real to him, to experience Real emotions. and i think this is definitely one of the themes most prevalent in the book that goes hand in hand with the commentary of yuppies that's prevalent as well. but that's not to to say that he feels Bad over his inhuman acts of violence that he takes over the course of the books. i think the scene that people bring up the most to "Prove" that he might feel bad is the phone scene, where he calls his lawyer and confesses his crimes to him, to somehow show that patrick bateman has empathy. i think its a kind of weird to take that scene and analyze it that way, yk? like he doesnt feel remorse over what he did; literally he ends the phone call with a dismissive "guess im a pretty sick guy" like he does not feel empathy for what he has done. the reason i think he even confessed in the first place is a) he was going through an episode, and this is proven when the police chase happens (i believe that this police scene did not actually happen, and that patrick bateman was just disassociating or just having a delusion but if it did happen, then it even MORESO goes with the theme of patrick bateman being stuck in a cycle but ykyky thats a whole another post JDFG) and b) he desperately wants to escape from the cycle that he has been put in since birth. he wants consequences for his actions, he wants to experience something real from the world. and this ties in with the yuppie theme that the culture is just the same and is so draining (wake up, go to a job you don't really need, go to a restaurant where you don't eat at just to show your wealth etc etc etc) he /can't/ get what he wants (to get out of the yuppie lfie, to actually experience something real) because he's afraid of the backlash. there's a chapter in the book where he goes on a date with his ex-gf from college and when she asks him why he goes to work, if he doesn't like it, if he doesn't even NEED to work, he says that he wants to fit in. this is ALSO shown in the movie in that iconic scene where evelyn says they should get married but patrick bateman says that he can't take time off of work. THATS LITERALLY THE SAME SCENE FROM THE BOOK. anyway. i think thats why he breaks up with evelyn later in the book too because he realizes that she isnt even real. like shes not her own person with her own ideas and morals and stuff. that chapter where they break up is probably one of my favorites because you can really get to Know the inner workings of his brain and stuff. and i ALSO think thats why he just blanky sometimes says he enjoys killing people; because he's so desperate for people to get out of their own social bubble and just be like "yo wtf this guy is a freak, he literally talks about how he wants to murder women like wtf" like he wants people to Notice him? he even mentions it offhandly in a chapter too (i cant remember which but really any one of them probably fits) and even later on where he kills a girl and slowly goes into a panicked manic state.

to even further prove the fact that nothing on earth feels Real to him is the multiple movie references he makes throughout the book, like cinematography techniques, like the "camera" zooming in and "music" coming on in the background. like hes fully not connected to the world around him like at all. hes not comprehending any of it but yet sometimes he does and its all Painful Real.

like hes not a happy person. hes not happy. again with the chapter where he's on a date with his ex, he says this, "Did you ever see me? Does anybody really /see/ anyone else?" and even in a chapter with his MOM, she mentions how he doesnt look happy. and like. HE DOESNT DESERVE TO BE HAPPY. he deserves to be stuck in the same cycle, in the same routine, desperately trying to be Seen and Noticed and Acknowledged but always falling short of it. he deserves to be constantly in the same loop because if he goes to jail, he's getting what he wants, and if he dies, then he's also getting what he wants (an escape from the reality he lvies in). LITERALLY the edning sentence for the book is perfect. "THIS IS NOT AN EXIT" CUS ITS SO TRUE SO TRUE SO TRUE. it doesnt even MATTER that patrick bateman now realizes the cycle that he's stuck in, the "confessions" to himself, the things he has now realized, it doesnt even matter. just because he recognizes the futility of it all, it wont be an exit from the reality he has found himself in. DOES IT MAKE SENSE??

#i hope the links work for u anon im on desktop so idk if itll work but maybe idk #im sorry this makes no fuckign sense at all and its literally all just word dumps and i probably didnt explain myself correctly / repeated #myself but GRHGRGNRHGRHGRBGHRBGHRGBRG BITINGGGGG #but lol anyways im normal now. sexy even..#ask tag

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mrs-nate-humphrey · 3 years ago

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how would u rank the parents in gg?

ah, anon, they're all terrible. but you know what you just did? you DIDN'T give me the milo exception. so, #1 is obviously dan, the summer he had milo! most darling and most beloved dilf <3 perfect parent <3 i'm so glad that everything that happened after 4x02 was actually just a dream that nate had after drinking too much and that dan canonically still has milo <3

ok, now for everyone else:

i know that technically the worst parent should be bart bass, since he tried to have chuck killed, but i will be very honest about the fact that i don't understand anything about the bass family in the sense of like. is bart even chuck's dad?? is jack chuck's dad?? who was chuck's mom?? if it was evelyn then why did bart "hate" chuck for his mother's death if his mother was alive and frolicking?? like. bart doesn't feel like a real character to me - none of the bass family drama feels real. so i am simply not counting them in this ranking, because i can't take them seriously. they exist on a different plane of reality from the other gg parents.

so. howard and anne, hands down the WORST parents. difficult for me to say which one is worse (i think anne most probably, because howard at least tried to patch things up with nate, anne all through was singing the 'i've done you no wrong nathaniel!' tune), but i just. when howard hits nate in 1x07 i had to pause the episode to be like. uh wtf? and obviously, the whole blaming nate for his coke thing is messed up. anne is also - she is so busy denying family problems and whatnot that nate often ends up taking responsibilities that he shouldn't have to, like when anne denies howard's suicide attempt and nate tells her off and gives howard a pep talk. (this isn't even mentioning the fuckery of trying to arrange nate's marriage against his consent.) along the same vein, but darker, nate's entire thing with catherine where he's with her for the money is because he is trying to protect his parents. and the fact that he thought this was his only option - yeah, catherine is very manipulative and awful, but i think nate's upbringing definitely played a big part of his being vulnerable to catherine. (you don't give up, not in business, not if your family is depending on you.)

uhhh, i'd probably rank eleanor next, as the second worst / third worst parent, after the archibalds. the fact that she is so overly judgemental and critical of blair to an extent wherein blair has internalised it - eleanor keeps making these comments about blair's body and about blair's food and what she is allowed to eat, i feel like that probably contributed in a significant way to her developing an eating disorder. i know that as the show goes on she mellows and all of that, but growing up with someone like that, as a young girl... it's a very damaging experience. if i were blair, i probably wouldn't forgive my mother for it.

im not sure how to rank alison or harold, since we barely get to see their characters. i think alison leaving was more fucked, especially since she wasn't even honest with her family about it, and unlike harold, who was ready for blair to stay with him, alison didn't even have that kind of conversation with her kids, that we saw, at least. i actually really like harold as a dad, i think the pep talks he gives blair are very sensible and i think if she'd grown up with just him as her parent, maybe things would've been majorly better for her. (my sister disagrees and thinks harold was too uninvolved with blair's upbringing. which is a good point, actually.) anyway, i don't know where to put them, because we don't know anything major about them, other than They Left. we don't see enough of what life was like before they left for me to really confidentally say "oh they're worse than ... " or whatever. im still slotting them into the ranking though, just based on gut feeling, implications made by canon, and vibes.

this just leaves us with rufus and lily.

im gonna answer this question as if they're four people, okay? rufus, as dan's dad, was okay. had his faults (major faults!), but okay. dan wasn't hurt too much under his care. lily, as eric's mom, also, was okay, she fucked up but made amends, and in some episodes like 2x07 we see that she and eric are actually able to have sincere/open conversation with each other. i think lily as serena's mom was kind of terrible, though, especially when you look at everything serena canonically went through pre-series and how little lily was there. i think rufus as jenny's dad was either just as bad, or worse - the way he treats jenny is downright degrading. i don't know how bad of a mother lily really was to serena, since we don't see much of pre-series other than the implications, but i think she was probably really bad. the way rufus treated jenny, though.......... dude, your daughter is getting bullied and peer pressured in school. your solution is to make her home environment unsafe, too?? so to me, from what we've seen onscreen - jenny's dad rufus is worse than serena's mom lily. but i don't know.

okay, ranking, worst to best:

anne archibald

howard archibald

eleanor waldorf

rufus as jenny's dad

lily as serena's mom

alison humphrey

lily as eric's mom

harold waldorf (?)

rufus as dan's dad

i hope this makes sense!!! it's a really subjective answer.

#i do think rufus wasn't the best dad for dan #but compared to literally everything else...... *sigh*#alison would be wayyy higher if she hadn't..... left #meta #anon #gg parents #child abuse mention

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bleh-bleh-blehs · 4 years ago

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Please don’t leave me

Part 1

dad!Harrison Osterfeild x Reader

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3 years later (L.A)

It’s been three years since Lana has left Harrison and baby Evie. Harrison got his big break and was in L.A for shooting. He hated living Evie but he knew that she was in good hands. Evie was either with his mum or with Tom.

Harrison was going to his flat which he requested the production to give him to stay, so that his daughter doesn’t have to stay in a hotel room when she comes to visit him.

Just as he was thinking about his little girl, Tom video called him. Picking up the call, he placed his phone in the holder he had brought for the time where his daughter wanted to talk to him when he was in the car.

“Daddy,” a high pitched voice called him. The camera was unstable which indicated that she has either snatched the phone from Tom’s hand or she has called him without Tom’s knowledge. After a few seconds the screen showed Tom’s face but Evie jumped into the frame knocking Tom backwards.

Harrison chuckled at his best mate’s struggle. “Daddy.” she said again, now laying on Tom’s chest who also layed on the sofa. “Evieeeee.” Harrison returned his daughter’s energy while paying attention to the road ahead.

“You are driving? Tom asked. “No, I am just sitting in the car and acting like I am driving.” Harrison replied with a playful eyeroll. Tom gave him a ‘not so amused’ look and Evie laughed seeing her father and godfather’s antics. “Anyway, what did my favorite girl do today?” he asked, giving a quick glance to the road.

“Nothing much, she stayed with her grandma till afternoon.I picked her up and we went grocery shopping after that, right baby?” Tom asked his goddaughter. “Yes uncle Tommy.” she said, looking up to her uncle. Harrison smiled at his daughter’s cuteness.

“Hey Haz do you want to know what happened today?” Tom asked and Harrison curiously nodded his head. “Well today in the biscuit section, our little girl was chanting that ‘daddy like this biscuits’ or ‘can we buy those chocolates for daddy’ and this old woman congratulated me for being happily married and adopting a small girl.” “What is adobtion?” Evie piped in with her unclear words.

“You will know when you will grow up. It’s time for you to go to bed now.” Tom said cuddling Evie closer to him with his arm. “Goodnight daddy, goodnight papa.” she said to both Tom and Harrison.

Yes she called Tom “papa” but only sometimes. Evie cuddled closer to Tom’s chest and to be honest Harrison was jealous of Tom, he wanted to cuddle his daughter too.

“Goodnight baby.” and the call ended. Harrison looked at the road and immediately hit the brakes. He was just about to hit a girl. Harrison came out of the car to see if she was ok.

“Oh my god I am so sorry.” The girl sat up straight and no doubt she was the most beautiful girl Harrison has ever seen. “It’s ok I came out of nowhere in front of your car.” she had the sweetest voice too. “We are both at fault then.” Harrison said and she chuckled.

The girl tried to stand but winced in the pain. “I think I sprained my ankle.” She said. “I am so sorry. Can I help you , I feel this my fault. I can drop you anywhere you want.” Harrison rambled. “It’s okay, I can go by myself.” She reasoned.

“I feel that this is my fault. I was on a call, which I shouldn’t be while driving. So please let me.” Harrison insisted. The girl smiled and told him where she wanted to go. They talked during the whole car ride and Harrison instantly became fond of her.

The most surprising thing for him was that she didn’t even know that he was a famous actor. :so you don’t watch many movies?” he asked out of the blue. “No, I don’t have much time to watch anything.” she simply replied.

Harrison nodded as he slowed the car. “Your stop is here my lady.” he said with his heavy London accent. “Thank you so much for the ride, good sir.” She said. “Wait, I don’t even know your name?” “Oh it’s Y/N, Y/N L/N.” Y/N said with a fake British accent. “I am Harrison, Harrison James Osterfeild.” he said with his real accent. Both of them chuckled. “Bye Harrison.” “Bye Y/N.” And both of them parted their ways just for now though.

Harrison finally got to his flat. Just as he got out of the car, he noticed a small ID card. He picked it up and inspected it. Y/N L/N it read, it was her clinic ID where she worked. It also had her number.

Harrison called on the number to tell her that he had her ID card. Harrison wanted to listen to her sweet voice again. And he did, she picked his call after a few rings. Both of them agreed to meet at the clinic in the morning at 8:00am. Harrison grinned like an idiot because he was getting to meet you again.

The loud buzzing of the doorbell woke Harrison up in the morning. He groggily stands up to open the door. He opens the door to a woman aged around 40 to 45. “Um, how can I help you?” he asked the woman.

“Hello, I am Jillian (Gangu Tai). I am your new housekeeper. You must be Harrison Osterfeild? I am hired by the production to look after you and your daughter. By the way, where is she? Do you have any questions?”

“Well you answered my all questions yourself but I didn’t ask for your assistance for my daughter.” he said. “You didn’t but the production wants your whole attention on the work and not worry about your child.”

Harrison gave her a ‘are you serious’ look. “I am a great nanny. You can check my resume and I also have a certificate.” Jillian continued, looking around the flat for any presence of the child.

“She is not here, she is in London with my family.” Harrison told her. “What is the name of little miss, sir?” the older woman asked. “No need to call me sir. I am much younger than you. Call me Haz and her name is Evelyn, call her Evie.” “You can call me Jill then.”

“What time is it?” Harrison asked her. “Well I arrived at 7:30 and it’s been 5 minutes since.” Jillian told him. “Ah shit, I am gonna be late.” he had to meet Y/N at 8 am and now he is going to be late if he doesn’t hurry.

“Well shit indeed but you don’t have to go to the studio until 9am.” she asked him. “Ohhh, you are going on a date!” “Yes, something like that and please make yourself at home Jillian.” Harrison said as he rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

He didn’t want to make a bad impression on Y/N after all.

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ones-delight · 4 years ago

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I unfortunately won’t have therapy until the end of this month (I should have scheduled one earlier this month ugh lmao I thought one later this month would be better) so I’m doing what my therapist suggested, write down all what’s going through my head even if it doesn’t make sense to help bring myself back to reality. lol. I’m very much lost in my own sauce of feelings and thoughts. it’s allllll about my ex again so ugh lmao. My main anxieties are just feelings about my ex and what’s coming up this semester.

I’m currently in my apartment in Iowa City since we’re about to start back up my usual routine. I’ve been here for almost two weeks now which is nice because I’ve been trying to take my time to relax and get myself mentally prepared for this upcoming semester. I’m also low key glad I’m having these overwhelming anxieties right now instead of later this week. I need to ask my therapist again what exactly I am feeling (if it’s like a panic attack because i truly dont know) because I’ve been feeling hella anxious the past few days (in general) and yesterday my anxiety was so intense that I barely ate and I felt sick to my stomach. idk if others have the same too but when I also get hella anxious, all I want to do is go to the bathroom so tmi lmao. I feel this way now and I just cannot stop crying so again, I’m just writing everything that’s going through my mind lmao.

#1) Related to my ex, heart break

Yeah.. I literally keep talking about this/him and I’m glad I have multiple outlets that I can say what’s going through my mind because if I keep these thoughts to myself, I keep spiraling. I’m also very thankful I have multiple strong support systems from people where it truly doesn’t get annoying to them when I keep talking about him/my overall heart break/healing journey. I know I don’t want to burden my friends with my own thoughts (it can be a lot) so overall very thankful for friends, family, and my therapist lmao.

I think the last time I talked about my heart break was the letter I wrote to him. I wrote it and sent it to him lmao. I also wrote his mom a letter in Spanish because I want to stay connected with her and very thankful she reciprocates the same energy, Apparently, he never received the letter even though I sent it over 3 weeks ago, but anyways yeah that’s a story I will tell later in this post. Anyways, it’s legit easier said than done to completely stop checking on his social media. I was doing great before winter break. Now that winter break has happened (still kind of is for a few more days), I have relapsed where I was checking very often. The break was great since I got to spend quality time with family, however, unfortunately being back in Wichita still floods a lot of my emotions where there are still a lot of memories of him and I that still makes me feel sad (luckily no longer sobbing about but I do still feel some type of way. It’s getting better thankfully). It also hurts that he’s making new memories with his new girlfriend Kylie so I was def feeling all sorts of things. Sorry, I’m trying to go onto chronologize order of events that have happened. I’m jumping back and forth lmao

First, did I mention his mom called me the day before Christmas? I was SHOOOOOK when I saw her name on my phone. I legit froze because I wasn’t sure if it was actually her so I accidently missed her call. I’m so glad she left a voicemail so I could listen first and immediately call her back LMAO. But basically, she wanted to check in to see how I was doing, wish me and my family a merry christmas/happy new year, and asked if I could come see her. We joked a bit back and forth like how she was learning English for me while I’m learning Spanish for her. lmao. so after this phone call, I wrote her a letter to update her on what I’ve been doing. I wrote it all in Spanish since that’s her primary language so thank god for google translate. overall, I told her about how I’m about to earn my masters degree in may, I’ve lost now 30 lbs of weight/having a better relationship with food, how I’m honestly still hurt about her son cheating on me (I was in my feels. You know if you ever get those feelings like you want your mom? She legit is like a mom to me since my mom isn’t an active part of my life so yeah I guess you can say I got mommy issues but anyways) I also told her that if she’d still like me to come over, I’d love to come over and see her.

Few days go by, I’ve been creeping onto his social media, it stings to see how he has flaunted his relationship with Kylie. It hurts because I keep playing this comparison game because he truly has NEVER allowed me to post about us and he would himself refuse to post about us on his social media. So, just to see how he’s been basically spending every single day with her and posting her throughout all of his social media, makes me feel an extreme type of way. during new years, she had a party at her house where it was him, her, his brother paco (which I was SHOOOK because she met paco and not everyone has ever met paco, who is his oldest brother), miguel and his girlfriend (both are super cute btw), Blake (surprisingly), and Erik. I felt some kind of way because obviously I know they would share a new years kiss even tho they’ve only been dating for literally a month. I dated him for 3 years and NEVER got a new years kiss (because he wanted to be with bros). Valentines day is coming up and it’d be their “two month” anniversary and I just KNOW he’d actually put EFFORT into spending that day with her. 3 years I dated this guy and he never ONCE did ANYTHING for me for valentines day. ok I’m getting more hurt thinking how he’s treating his other girls better than me so anyways BACK TO THE TOPIC

few days go by and I got another call from his mom. I actually picked up this time because I was really excited to hear her voice again. I legit would die for this woman legit #1 mom. She asked if she could see me and I happily said yes. It really means a lot that she still gives me the same energy that she gave me when I was still dating her son. One of the hardest parts of us breaking up was the potential of losing his family too because they are all truly good people and I am NOT the CEO of letting people go lmao. okay back to subject, I had TONS of anxiety driving over to her house because I had so many thoughts. I asked on the phone if 1.) is Lalo there. She said no. 2.) Is Paco there. No, he apparently flew back to California that morning. I was low key hoping paco would be there still because it would be cool to catch up with him but anyways my main concern was if eduardo was there so since he wasn’t, I was like “ok vroom vroom let’s go” lmao. WOWOWOWWO seeing her just made my heart so happy. She def has a lot more gray hairs since the last time I saw her lmao she’s the cutest anyways, I’m really shook that HIS DAD FREAKING HUGGED ME. THIS MAN NEVER USUALLY HUGS ANYONEEEEEEEEEEE. Typically how we greet each other, it’s like a wave from a distance and we obvi acknowledge each other. so WOOOOW I was very thankful and shook he hugged me. Anyways, his mom showed me around the house with the Christmas decorations, I noticed her birds were still doing well, she even showed me her new plants she got lmao. We sat at the dining room table and talked and ate mexican snacks. She has broken English and I have broken Spanish so literally thank god for dualingo because it has helped me. I love how when we are together, we talk really slow and try to annunciate for each other LMAOOO. Anyways, THIS WOMAN ALSO GOT ME A STOCKING filled with Mexican Candy. omg this woman i love her so much. Anyways, I showed my tattoos to her and she legit wanted to murder me lmao but she says she likes them but hates them at the same time. She also sat me down and we had a serious conversation in terms of how she sees me. She said that I am no longer known as lalo’s novia, what I am to her is a daughter. I am evelyn’s sister and yo boi that got me crying in the club because that’s what I would love to have, to maintain my relationship with them . Okay, to kind of speed things up, basically we kept talking about Evelyn’s quinceanera that’s happening this year AHHHHHH, dropped Evelyn off and her friend to a friend’s quince, and his mom took me to eat at paleterias tropicana where I tried elote for the first time and had a jugo verde WOOOOOW SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD. literally cannot stop thinking about it. Anyways, random note, I noticed my old K-State beanie in the car and his mom said it was Evelyn’s. It gave me a weird feeling because it was originally mine that he gifted me on our first Christmas together but obviously I knew he wouldn’t keep it so I’m not suprised he gave it to Evelyn. It made me wonder then what did he do to the other gifts that he originally gave me but I gave it back to him once we broke up.. okay that was a tangent, anyways, that was it with the night with his mom and ughhh it was a really fun night and I really am looking forward to seeing her again.

Now fast forward to now-ish, me not doing good of not checking his social media, I got triggered because they now made it “facebook officlal” that they are dating. it triggered me because again, he refused to publicize our relationship and it really threw me off that they’ve only been dating for a month (technically interested in each other since October, started dating November) and already publicizing they are together. they moving hella quick and basically, I got hella bitter. I felt reckless and I texted him. I KNOW I shouldn’t have texted him because I immediately felt a sense of regret after but also low key glad I did text him. ugh i hate me lmao. Anyways, i texted him and he asked if he could call me so I said yes. Luckily, the conversation was better than I expected because it was simply like two old friends catching up. It was a really good feeling even tho I’m honestly still hurt about the way that he treated me. It caught me by suprised when he said that he has talked about me with Kylie and he actually stated that he knows what he did and feels regretful for the choices he made. That was a huge shocker and I do still have trust issues because I try to take things that he says with a grain of salt. He may be saying things to me that I want to hear but it’s not the truth so anyways lmao. Our conversation was good and it really got me thinking what exactly am I doing/how am I really feeling.

I really am happy for him. Yes i’m still deeply hurt and feel a type of way about how he treated me, but I can’t do anything about the past and all I can do is just simply be happy for him. I will always love him without a doubt, but he isn’t my person. I hope this doesn’t come off as selfish but he will never find someone better than me, he is simply finding someone better suited for him. What helps me the most about this is thinking about ME because that’s the situation for him, however, I know I will find someone better than him because I deserve the best.

I felt bad for asking because I am just fucking nosy and I’m glad he was okay with me asking about what happened with his relationship with Lila (the girl he left me for) and how did he start dating Kylie. He shared with with me that even though it was all great in the beginning with Lila (and let me tell you dude, he totally was hella infatuated with her lmao), they started becoming two different people. She apparently wasn’t emotionally there for him when he needed her (IRONICCCCCCCCCCCCC BECAUSE THAT’S EXACTLY HOW HE WAS WITH ME THROUGHOUT OUR 3 YEARS TOGETHER) and she ended the relationship. It did make me sad to hear because everyone needs support and it is sad when you go to someone for support and they don’t give you it, ya know? anyways, he said with Kylie, they’ve been friends for two years (I knew who she was when we were together but they’ve always only been friends since they worked at the Sunflower together. This will sound extremely bad but I never thought about her being a girl to worry about because she did a lot of “white” things that we make fun of white people for and so it kind of shocked me that he is dating her now but anyways) apparently he said that “they were hanging out and next thing he knows is that he kissed her and that’s how they started dating.” dude didn’t want to go into detail which was fine but I’m also in my head like “ok lmao you literally just got broken up by your ex and then immediately start hanging out with another girl? ok” ANYWAYS, I really am happy for him and wish him the best.

It was cool to hear about what he’s hoping to do. He shared a lot more detail than usual which again caught me by surprise. Anyways, he shared that he is currently looking for a new place to live (a house to rent) somewhere in college hill (conveniently where Kylie also lives lmao) with Erik. He is also hoping to find another job soon because things at KWCH are no longer making him feel happier so he’s looking to see if he can work for a non-profit org which makes me happy for him because I’d also want to do the same. If I’m at a job where I’m not excited to be, I’d want to also try to make a switch. He also shared that junior (martin, his little brother) will be moving to Cali in May to move close to paco which wow made me really happy for them all. Anyways, he shared that he is hoping to stay in Wichita for about one more year and then possibly relocating to KC or somewhere in Oklahoma. i did encourage him KC because it seems that KC has much more opportunities than Wichita and Oklahoma. Only thing we both hate is driving in KC lmao

Okay, so overall, I’m still really hurt about how our relationship was and how it ended but I’m very grateful that I’m doing what is best for me to make progress because this is not an overall easy thing to do, move on. I do feel low key embarrassed that I still am not over our break up but I’m very glad that I know that He isn’t my person. we will and I cannot get back together with him even if he stated that he has “changed” Yes i invested so much in him to be my forever partner and it didn’t work out but that’s okay. I’m always willing to invest in people to be the best version of themselves and it really makes me happy to see people thrive. I truly cannot and will not take him back if there was ever a time where he wanted to give us a second try because I need to remember how he treated me. If he really was always thinking it was me, then he shouldn’t have cheated on me, treated me so poorly. I’m okay with us remaining friends, but as partners in life? that isn’t it. I deserve so much better and the man of my dreams will come. I’m 10000000% okay with being single because I know I need to work on myself so that I can be fully ready for my next. I really wish my next relationship is my one and only, but hey we’ll see.

so this is already extremely long but I’m very glad I got this all out of me. I know I have other anxieties such as starting school again, which will be my last semester before I earn my masters (FINALLY), RA training coming back up (so me working is coming back), JOB SEARCH. So much is coming up and AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I need to get my head into gear.

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