#and idek how it looked last time but here we go

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 174 spoilers and thoughts that i'm actually kinda happy about but there's just a little bit more that i wish we got to see this ep but possibly maybe itll show up later,,, maybe,,, i hope,,, and more below the cut

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BEFORE WE BEGIN. WOW. HI ALICIA. WOW!!! WOW!!! SIRENS!!! HOLY BINGLE! GOOD MORNING YUOR HIGHNESS UR GORGEOUS. HELLO!!! WOW. YES. ANYTHING YOU SAY MA'AM. YES MY QUEEN OF COURSE ANYTHING YOU SAY

SHE'S GOT ABS AND MUSCLE SHE'S TONED AND HER LEGS R STRONG AND WOW. WOW GOOD MORNING HI. YES. THANK YOU KHS THANK YOU IM,,, WOW,,, I LOVE STRONG WOMEN,,, BEAUTIFUL!!!

ok back to the ep LMFAOO

it seems i kiiinda misunderstood what was happening last ep, everyone relevant to the railroad construction is in the time bubble it's just that javier isn't going up to the mountains with lloyd,,, i see!!!

"i wanna go to him and make sure he's safe" ooogh,,, oh javier,,, u love him sm,,,, ooohhhh

tbh at first i was like, a lil confused that javier didn't go up to check on lloyd esp since javier is so willing to do anything to protect lloyd. its clear too that he knows abt lloyd's heart freezing,,, though i suppose at the same time, javier trusts lloyd's word so much that when the noble says he'll be fine, javier accepts it as he always has,,, either way his desire to run to protect lloyd and his willingness to trust that lloyd will be okay are both very sweet,,, the mutual trust always makes me so happy,,,,,,, ohhh javier ilysm,,,,,,

i am glad then that alicia went up to go check on him and that javier is reassured by this!!! look at his smile ooohhh hehehee

i think choosing to have javier trust his queen instead of sowing conflict btwn the two is rlly nice, tho mostly bc i am biased bc i tend to prefer sweet reliability over infighting,,, he trusts her to take care of lloyd the way javier would take care of lloyd,,, (is this alillovier propaganda? perchance,,, /lh)

it makes so much sense that they'd be on the same wavelength n get along,,, two peas in a pod,,, powerful and clever and oh so loyal to the person that they've come to admire, respect, and love,,, the person that's saved them time and time again,,, heehee,,, truly the besties of all time!!! red and blue!!! i love it a lot!!!

and now for lloyd,,, hehe

i need it to be known that the moment i saw this panel, lloyd wearing alicia's sweater, i yelled and kicked and nearly cried. very loudly. what the hell. THATS SO?? THATS SO. IDEK

still forever thinking abt how javier is always the first one to his mind they truly r the duo ever,,, regardless of whether theyre platonic or romantic they're literally each other's number ones and the first ones they turn to im so. thats so. ghhh my heart,,, (ALSO HI ALICIA)

his stupid face,,, HIS PANELS THIS EP WERE SO SO FUNNY AND SO SO CUTE,,, i love u,,, HE JUST LOOKS SO SHOCKED AAAAHHH SO CUTE,,, wide-eyed and dumbfounded . lloyd i love u

the gags this ep were fucking amazing too HAHA i didnt add it above but the bit where alicia was like "lol next ur gonna tell me he's the demon king" and then just turns and oh hi theres demons LMFAOOO THAT WAS GOOD

AND THESE TOO SO SO SILLY i love when they're silly like this,,, goofy ass inchworm,,, its not helping u beat the bug allegations buddy,,, ily

LIKE THIS FUCKING GRABBING BIT I CACKLED SO FUCKING LOUD HAHAHAHAHAA AND LLOYD ROLLING AWAY GOD THEYRE SO FUNNY I LOVE THEM

and then she shared her mana w him,,, the little smile she gives and LLOYD BLUSHING BACK IM SO. THATS SO CUTE. HE LOOKS SO CUTE. THIS IS SO SWEET,,, AHHH,,, AAAHHHH CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE

though smth to note here, i am quite confused as to why javier's mana is suddenly rejected when he tries to absorb it? but alicia's works just fine? and javier has shared mana with lloyd before, my mutual reminded me of the namaran wall arc where siluria and javier both help lloyd with absorbing the hell knight,,, however the fact that javier's mana components have yet to break the law of causality during this arc, aka he wasnt a grandmaster yet. maybe bc of his status as a grandmaster now, where he has the same otherworldy mana lloyd does, that makes it not possible to properly absorb the mana?

alternatively, javier technically is never fated to die/be transformed in the original story, whereas lloyd should be dead and alicia should be tainted with dark magic, so bc the two of them have warped their fates at the moment, it works? and javier's doesnt bc he's technically not? idk if that makes any sense,,, i was told by my mutual that javier has shared mana with lloyd a lot in the novel before, so i'm not sure why they made this change! i hope they expand on it a lil in the future,,,

also, while i'm yapping here, i like that alicia is straightforward abt what she likes abt lloyd, but i wish they got to have a longer conversation than this,,, like this is a good start but it didn't really go anywhere (besides some really wonderful panels of lloyd but i mean like, narrative-wise lol)

as i mentioned in my last liveblog, alicia and suho share a lot more common experiences than they probably realize! and i think if they got a chance to talk about that, talking about their past circumstances, how they became who they are now, and just more in general on what led alicia to fall for lloyd besides what he's capable of,,, this ship would actually sail pretty well, yknow?

unfortunately though with the pacing of the manhwa and i guess just their episode length requirements in general, it makes sense that they couldn't get to that,,, i just wish it happened,,, maybe in snippets in future episodes? but seeing as we're getting pretty close to the end afaik, the chances are slim

i mainly love llovier but i also really love alilloyd, and i think alilloyd as a whole would have a much better leg to stand on if they actually talked about their experiences and had more instances of saving each other, of supporting each other, the way javier does with lloyd. it's too few and too far between for alicia and lloyd, so it feels like it's flatter than what it could be, y'know?

a part of me hopes that they did get to do that in the novel, but from what i recall hearing, alilloyd didn't have a strong leg in the novel either,,, i distantly recall someone telling me that the manhwa is actually doing alilloyd stronger justice than the novel did (i may be misremembering tho so don't quote me on that lol), and seeing as the manhwa's interpretation of alilloyd is so few and far between as is,,,, it makes me worried that the novel never actually got to touch upon how their relationship evolves (if im wrong, please correct me!!!)

i just want them to do well,,, they're super cute,,, please,,, ueueueue

anyway,,, this leads us to probably my FAVORITE panel of this week,,, this one of lloyd completely flushed EEE EHEHEHHEHEHEHHEE

SO SO SO SO CUTE. I YELPED WHEN I SAW THIS,,, I LOVE THAT ALICIA FALLS FIRST AND THEN LLOYD FALLS SO MUCH HARDER THAT'S FUCKING ADORABLE. methinks it's like that with javier too. lloyd falling and tripping up over realizing someone has romantic affection for him is probably one of my favorite things EVER. that's adorable. I LOVE HIM AAAHHH CUTE CUTE CUTE

one last thing to mention is just that,,, it seems like theres a mage messing w the weather conditions up in the mountains and i aaaam a lil worried that itll kickstart fate for alicia,,,, esp considering we,,, havent seen worthroad in a while. whatever that guys name was,,, what if its him and he's gonna fuck everything up!?? im really worried for them,,, please be okay,,,

and that's all for this week! i really REALLY enjoyed this episode,,, the panels and art were so so good, and while there were some things i wished would happen i think it was still really good overall, it gave me a lot to talk about! the gags were balanced and their interactions were so fun,,, yay!

i'll see yall next time,,, im so excited to see whats next,,,!!!!!

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Ohhh can we get a soft pyjama and glasses Joey? Like him wearing the combo for the first time because it’s a new relationship and we looooove it. Or us stealing the shirt after freaky time. Or idek! The possibilities!

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Not A Wink

“Wait, can you… wait here. Wait, no. Just. Yea… wait here and, also, um... yea, maybe... maybe close your eyes a second…” you pushed Joe away from your closed bedroom door, two hands to his chest.

Joe took hold of both of them as he laughed, easily letting you push him back, stepping backwards down the hall.

“What are you hiding in there that I can’t see?”

You were having a hard time hiding your own smile.

“No, nothing, I just… I’ve got to just check something, quickly. Just in case. Wait here.”

You were the cutest girl he’d ever met. Joe couldn’t quite believe he was allowed into the home of the cutest girl he’d ever met.

“Close your eyes.” You insisted, and Joe couldn’t help laugh more, his arms stretching as you walked back to your bedroom, touching until you were out of reach.

“I can’t see anything from here!”

“Close your eyes!”

Joe gave you a deadpan stare, shoulders dropping, but joy never leaving his face. When you waited by the door, hand on the handle, and looked at him in silence for a moment, he rolled his eyes and finally complied.

“It’ll just be a second,” you said, your smile evident in your voice.

Joe heard a door open, then soft footsteps, some light shuffling, and then silence. He wondered if he was going to be able to tell what needed a last minute wipe down. As if he was going to care about a crease in your bedsheets. You should see his bedroom…

“Okay, ready. You can open your eyes.”

Joe’d been a good boy and had really kept his eyes closed. When he opened them, it was to you stood in your doorway, both hands behind your back, biting down on your bottom lip as you smiled.

Cutest girl in the world.

“Yea? Am I allowed in?”

Joe got to see your bedroom exactly as you wanted it to look every day, but how you never managed to leave it. With everything in its place, no dirty laundry on the floor, no clothes on the clothes-chair, no half-empty mugs on the bedside table and, most importantly, the bed made.

You never made your bed. You’d do it once when you changed the sheets, and then left a rumpled mess behind when you rushed out of bed after sleeping through your alarm each morning.

“Wow,” Joe said, overdoing it a tad, just to fuck with you. “This looks like a hotel room.”

It didn’t. Not really.

“Thanks.” You smiled, ignoring his humorous tone and taking the compliment as if he’d really meant it. When you looked at him, you saw how his gaze had landed on where you slept in your bed. He pointed a finger as he raised his eyebrows.

“Is this from where you send me voice notes every night?” Joe took a step forward, his eyes on you as his index finger still pointed at your pillow.

You nodded, teeth digging into your lip. It was impossible to lose your smile.

“This is…” Joe started, looking at your bed for a moment, scanning the sheets and trying to picture you in that spot. No make-up, pyjamas on. Face in your pillow, phone in hand. In a short while, he wasn’t going to have to imagine that anymore. “This is sort of strange, isn’t it?” Joe mused, turning his face to see you stood in your doorway still.

“Why?” you asked, watching on as Joe sat down on top of the covers, acting like he just took a seat on a throne which made you giggle. “You’re making it strange.”

“It’s like I’m visiting a famous landmark.”

You grinned as you watched him sensibly bounce on your mattress a couple of times, getting a feel for it.

“It is like visiting a famous landmark.” You joked, and then quickly added. “Don’t leave a Google review though, I move around a lot in my sleep and I couldn’t bear the negative feedback.”

Joe laughed as he got back up, couldn’t help his arms reaching out to grab hold of you as your face beamed with pride at making Joe laugh like that. You bit your lips so hard, you nearly drew blood.

For a moment you just stood like that. Close. Holding each other, faces just inches removed, twin smiles about to burst. You weren’t going to get a wink of sleep this night.

“Did you um,” you cast your eyes down to his button-down shirt. To his jeans. “Did you bring a more comfortable outfit?”

Joe raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking if I brought my pyjamas?”

“Were you planning on watching a film in jeans?”

Ha, he thought. A film. If he’d got the chance, he’d be watching you more than he’d be watching any film this evening. His eyes tended to stick to you with too much ease.

Like right now.

“Or is this a no-bottoms sort of evening?” you challenged light-heartedly.

Joe’s eyes scanned your face a moment as he grinned.

“I brought pyjamas.” He then said, leaning down a little in hopes of sneaking a kiss.

You let him sneak one without any fuss. Warm lips of a warm smile to warm lips of a warm smile.

“In your overnight bag?” you teased, having made a big deal of the backpack he’d walked in with earlier, before dinner.

“In my overnight bag.” Joe didn’t mind how the simple fact that he brought some things over was somehow entertainment he was providing you with. It was either that, or the bad puns he’d make, and a giggle at a pair of soft pyajama bottoms didn’t feel quite as embarrassing as an awkward joke would likely make him feel.

Joe was told to change whilst you made your way into the bathroom to take your make-up off.

You felt real butterflies about the prospect of having Joe over properly for the first time ever. This was the first time you had made plans that extended to the next morning. This was going to be more than just some raunchy touching in your living room before he’d leave just before or just after midnight to go sleep in his own bed.

You were going to be wearing pyjamas around each other.

Brush your teeth in your bathroom before you’d crawl into bed together.

Prepare and have breakfast in your kitchen the next morning.

You swiped a cotton round over your eyes and heard Joe move around in your flat. Just him existing on his own in your space made your stomach flip. Halfway through your facial cleanse, Joe suddenly appeared behind you, and for a moment, you smiled at each other in the mirror. He was still in his button down, but his jeans had been replaced with a pair of faded black joggers. For a moment you thought maybe he had a question about something, but before you could even ask, he stepped forward and casually placed a dark blue toiletry bag next to the sink.

So domestic.

You refrained from opening it and having a peek inside as you finished up in the bathroom, hair tied up, face clean and bare. You made your way back to your bedroom to change into your own pyjamas and found evidence of Joe left behind. His charger in the socket on the side of the bed where he’d be sleeping. His backpack to the side. His clothes semi folded in a messy pile on the dresser.

Looking at all of Joe’s things in your bedroom with the background noise of him pottering about in your kitchen made you smile so much, you wondered when your cheeks were going to grow sore.

So domestic.

“What do you want to drink?” he called across your flat, and earlier, when Joe had offered you a drink in your own home, it had solely been to make you laugh. This time, it didn’t feel so much like a joke as it felt like he genuinely wanted to do something nice for you. Get you a drink so you wouldn’t have to get it yourself. A simple sweet gesture that probably wasn’t meant to make you feel the way it did.

There were so many things about the beginnings of a new relationship that you didn’t like.

The risk of letting a new person into your life wasn’t lost on you. Letting someone in too quick, too soon. Revealing too much of yourself too quick, too soon. The vulnerability that opened you up to the possiblity to get hurt...

Scary stuff.

But the excitement of it all? The constant uncontrollable smile you couldn’t seem to wipe off your face. The butterflies wreaking havoc inside of your stomach. Giggly breathlessness that turned nerves into excitement. The way all of it could make you feel lightheaded in the good way?

Fucking gold.

With your body in a soft cosy outfit, you found Joe in your kitchen wearing an outfit not unlike your own. For a fraction of a second, the nervous thought of Joe getting to see you in your factory settings crossed your mind.

But then you saw his glasses.

Joe hadn’t yet worn his glasses in front of you, and stood here in your living area now, in a cream-coloured cotton long-sleeved shirt, you couldn’t help the way that made your eyebrows pinch together.

How could a man look sexy and adorable at the same time?

“Glass of–... uh oh,” Joe turned around holding up a freshly opened bottle of wine, but stopped mid-sentece when he saw your expression. “Sorry, was I not meant to–”

“No, no!” you cut him off, and tried your very best to keep the laugh that bubbled up inside. “No, that’s– yes. Yes. That’s fine, yea. I would love a glass, thanks.”

Joe frowned a little in confusion, eyes narrowing, but his smile unwavering.

“It’s just,” you hestitated telling him. Thought maybe he wouldn’t appreciate what you considered to be a genuine compliment.

“Just... a bottle of wine that you were saving for a special occassion that I wasn’t meant to open?” Joe made a face, and it was becoming a little bit embarrassing at how easily he had you in stitches. “Or what?”

“No,” you laughed, and Joe couldn’t help the slight muddled huff of laughter that escaped his nose. This really wasn’t helping the cute allegations. “No, it’s just that,” you tried again, grabbing two glasses from a cabinet and placing them down in front of Joe. “You look...”

Before you finished that sentence, you let your eyes dance over him. The flash of selfconsiousness across his face only endeared him more to you.

“A mess?”

“Cute.”

You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you were expecting, but you definitely didn’t think the comment was going to make Joe blush so fiercely. Hadn’t anticipated him turning slightly shy as he put the bottle down, dropped his head to his shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut whilst an arm reached to pull you in.

“Sorry,” you said through a giggle as you got trapped into a tight hug.

“Stealing my compliments now, are we?”

“I think it’s the glasses,” you gladly accepted the firmly pressed kisses to the top of your head.

“You think?” Joe pulled back a little and adjusted them on his nose as he looked at you through the lenses.

“Yea, I do.” You smiled, peering up at him, hoping that if you smiled and looked at his lips for long enough, he’d get the hint.

He did get the hint, but didn’t give you what you were asking for before he got both his hands on your face, both thumbs on your cheeks, both pinkies hooking your jaw.

“Guess I’ll keep them on then.” Joe managed to say through a kiss, and he said it like he’d be doing you a favour.

Which, he would be, actually. But he was joking, so you laughed against his mouth, and the giggle made Joe want to eat you alive. Swallow you whole. Squeeze your bodies together until they weren’t able to ever unstick again.

There was an open bottle of wine on the counter next to you, a TV waiting for someone to press play on its remote, and a bed eager for two bodies to occupy it all the way until the morning.

But Joe was kissing a cute girl in her kitchen, glasses bumping into her nose, and felt no rush to move out of the hold you had on him.

Cutest girl in the world.

Yea, he wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep this night.

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[lunarriviera]

[overthinking about blorbo follows] [quasi-spoiler for uts s2 e3] look okay so here's the thing. shen yi is an insanely gifted classically trained painter who now lbr spends most of his working life sketching holdup mugshots off of grainy cctv footage, an occupation that at this point for him has to be boringly straightforward. maybe once in a while there's a cool serial murderer and he gets to come up with a way to reconstruct an entire person's body from one molar, or invent some new shrimp colors or something. then he goes home and paints his fucking heart out all night and for what, who is seeing it? who is seeing him? (and don't say du cheng bc i love him but we all know he probably wears black because he's red-green color blind.) so here he is, showing his canvases in a little group exhibition and trolling quietly amongst the clueless spectators, and no one even knows who he is because he's not showing up at the gallery opening in a suit du qing poured him into, clutching a glass of room-temperature champagne. instead here's someone standing the correct distance away from the canvas and you can practically hear shen yi's invisible antennae go sproing. idek who this charismatic pointy-faced guy is yet, maybe he's under the skin's answer to sheev palpatine but the point is, no one who can see what shen yi is doing talks to him about his work. so when weasel man says "he's a genius" and shen yi gives that tiny smile that's so frail it's almost invisible— he gave that smile one time before in s1, remember? when du cheng says "it could be that shen yi is wrong—but that's impossible, so we're crossing that one out." it's a beautiful little character note from tan jianci bc very likely shen yi isn't even aware he's doing it. maybe he's even telling himself "oh please how dare this guy, who does he think he is, clement greenberg"—shen yi who literally set fire to his ambition in the service of honing a moral compass so ruthless and unbending you could set greenwich mean time by it. but somewhere down in there, always—inside any person who chooses a life devoted to making things—is the desire for those made things to be seen.

who was the last person who said "he's a genius" not about his police work but about his painting? the last person who looked carefully at all of his values, hues, lines, shapes, gestural movements, mark-making, brushstrokes, depth of field, play of light, and really saw what he was doing, enough to be critical of it? when you're a working artist and someone sees you well enough to critique you intelligently? the pleasure is breathtaking, frankly on a spectrum with the erotic. (you could also argue he's smiling ruefully at the declaration that the painter's having become a cop is what ruined his work; when shen yi possibly thinks: you know nothing, it opened up everything for me. but i'm not so sure about that. because did it? has it? do we know that?) tl;dr weasel man is holding out an opened box of fresh turkish delight and it remains to be seen whether shen yi is going to faceplant into it. but i for one could not blame him. it is exhausting to have an enormous part of your psyche be all but completely invisible for years on end.

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even more streamer!ellie hcs

part one | part two

ellie is not at all embarrassed to admit that a large portion of her own fame was largely due to her connection to y/n

like ofc she was already fairly popular on twitch but its not like the average person who didn't watch streams would recognize her

she ends up making a new priv instagram bc she gains like 50k new followers in a month

she only has like maybe 100 followers on the new one and basically just posts random photo dumps, family photos, and especially the literal cutest and/or horrendous photos of her gf

posts a LOT on her ig stories on both accounts

her main pfp is deffffff some screenshot that she took of their happy little sim family or like their little minecraft guys standing side by side lol

ik i said before that she loves playing like the sims w her gf on stream, but she also LOVES playing roblox together

starting drama in dress to impress, causing havoc in bloxburg, making friends and enemies galore in tdi

her avatar is definitely so dumb like its probably the hamster or squirrel or like the most basic ass starter avatar with a shirt that has her gfs face on it

and her username is def like "y/nstan420" or something

when she's streaming alone she's more focused and serious (but still her silly little self) but when she's with others, esppppp if her gf is on with her, she defffff gives weston koury vibes like im actually giggling at this so hard

they both make tiktoks of each other

y/n once did the "watch my gf for me" trend and she came back to find ellie holding the phone and ranting about something so random like she was probably explaining her favourite theory about how the dinosaurs went extinct or something about planets and space idek

ellie doesn't really follow trends as often, instead just posting videos of her scaring her gf or pranking her or maybe even like mukbangs or something

loves to post fit checks before they go out to do literally anything

also likes to lipsync to dirty audios

the video always ends as she's about to get smacked upside the head

idk if i ever actually gave much backstory???? but here we go anyways lol

i think we've established that y/n is an up-and-coming actress

they met through a friend of dina's, who was a costume designer on the set of y/n's first big film

dina visited her friend on set on the last day of filming and she ended up getting an invite to the cast/crew party that night

jesse was tooooo busy to hang out with his bombshell gf ig???? so ellie got to go with her

she already knew who y/n was since she was starting to gain popularity and was immediately adopted by lesbian twitter

she was so nervous when she clocked her on the other side of the room

spent the whole night shuffling around the room to gain the courage to go talk to her

also spent all of that time trying to come off like the coolest chillest most confident masc ever like she wasn't constantly wiping the sweat from her palms lmaoooo

she finally was forced to lay on the moves when y/n came over to join in on the convo with her castmates

ellie made her laugh and vice versa

she shocked herself when she offered to grab another drink from the kitchen "for the pretty lady"

she immediately considered throwing herself off of the impossibly high deck

was even more shocked when the girl only laughed and hopped up to join her, fingers curling into her bicep

she totally wasn't flexing the whole time

dina was wandering around looking for her, way too drunk to be there much later considering that it was almost 2 am and had to work a ten hour shift tmr :(((

she didn't have much luck bc she never thought to check the upstairs guest bathroom

ellie constantly be fighting them uhaul lesbian rumours

but she actually was ready to upheave her entire life to follow y/n around the world

reposts any and all posts of her gf on her story

adds little hearts and stars and little taglines that earn her a scolding

like that one time she wore a tight-fitting corset on the red carpet that had the girls lifted to the heavens

she captioned it "i <3 my gf('s boobs)"

fights with haters in her gf's comment section

wears her gf's merch

omg the way she SCRUMPT when she saw the paparazzi pic of her girl wearing ellie's merch out on a random thursday

they hadn't even made it official yet

flirts with her gf in random comment sections lol

like y/n comments on dina's selfie and ellie is instantly replying to her

"u come here often?"

they have def been caught in compromising positions soooo many times

like by their friends, cast and crew members on set, y/n's manager, even the paps

ellie felt so boss when tmz posted a pic of her pressing her gf against the wall outside of the club they'd gone to on ellie's bday

els had her tongue down her gfs throat and both of her hands jammed up the front of her top, very clearly grasping and squeezing her breasts

they got a stern talking to from y/n's pr team but ellie actually didn't care

she def has phantom dick disorder in literally all aspects of her life

lets not forget that this version of ellie does not have experience in fighting and has not lived through an apocalypse so she's contextually less tough than normal ellie

but that doesn't stop her from mouthing off to assholes three times her size

don't get me wrong, she can hold her own and still works out on occasion, but she fr looks like a chihuahua barking at pitbulls when she gets yapping

speaking of, stoned!ellie absolutely loves when her gf be yapping

i love the dynamic of ellie doing a chat stream w her gf where ellie's got her in her lap, leaning back with droopy eyes and a dopey smile, still giving her gf all of her attention while her gf ends up being more of a "alert and yappy" stoned and is rambling about strangely philosophical topics and answering questions in chat

ellie is just sitting there just giggling and when her gf turns to her she just goes "ur so smart baby" and "u look so pretty rn"

omg omg omg i luv this pairing im never gonna stop writing them like

bonus: this is the vibe of the ck campaign i mentioned in the last part

[paigebooeckers1]

Maybe, Maybe Not

Paige x fem oc (Amiyah Dalton)

Hey guys! This is the first part to my first fic that I’m actually publishing which is kinda crazy for how long I’ve been reading on here and ao3, or writing and discarding. Idek if anyone will see this, but if you are reading welcome and I hope you enjoy! Depending on how this goes I may or may not write more parts, but yeah this is part one! 🫶🏽

Part 1

“Amiyah! Have you seen that black body suit of mine, like with the open back? I can’t find it anywhere.” My roommate yells at me from our shared bathroom.

“Oh no, definitely not,” I say sheepishly, knowing damn well it’s laying on my bed ready to be worn out tonight.

We’re getting ready to go out, one of us against their will and it certainty isn’t my insufferable best friend, who I just so happen to love enough to agree to go with.

It’s not even that I don’t love the party scene- quite the opposite actually, especially with Jade. But after finding out my ex transferred to UConn this year for football after I pretty much ran away from him, I’ve been trying to avoid the bars or parties like the plague. The thought of seeing him again— drunkenly trying to sneak his hands around my waist and convince me to give him another chance as he has about a dozen times before— it makes me nauseous.

However, I’ve also decided seeing him is inevitable and I’m done hiding from his sorry ass, hence why I’m contently getting ready in my pink Victoria Secret robe, humming along to Playing Games by Summer Walker as I finish up my makeup. I think I enjoy getting ready more than actually leaving the dorm.

Jade suddenly storms into my room, breaking me from my thoughts and making me mess up my brown lip liner in the process. Though I can’t even stifle my laugh as we both stare at the body suit in all its glory, paired with my favorite pair of low rise baggy jeans and my black Jordan 4s as it lays on my bed, waiting to be put on.

“I fuckin knew it, asshole,” not a hint of annoyance in her voice as she says it. “You’re lucky it looks better on you anyways.”

“I love you, too!” I say smiling to myself as she goes back to her spot in the bathroom sink, trying to perfect her lash clusters. I observe myself in my vanity mirror as I put on my last layer of lip gloss, making sure my makeup and curls look better than ever. Although there’s no real occasion, it almost feels like one, like I need to prove myself tonight, and I hate myself for it. I don’t need to prove myself to anyone, especially not Jordan. Even thinking of his name puts me in a bad mood.

I push the thought down, though, knowing it’ll only boost the anxiety I already feel before going pretty much anywhere when I don’t know what to expect. Tonight is about me and my best friend looking good and hopefully getting drunk.

I skip a few songs on my R&B playlist before getting up to get changed, knowing having my outfit on will automatically boost my confidence. Jade is already in the kitchen pouring us pregame shots, so I decide to pick up my pace. She’s clad in a pair of black, baggy cargos and a burgundy cropped tube-top, her belly ring glistening and boho braids reaching just above her ass.

She saunters into my room with the shots in hand, singing along to Practice by Drake that’s blaring from my speaker as she downs the vodka and has her arm raised to give me mine. One thing about Jade is she knows how to get you hyped for a night out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m excited as hell for tonight.” she always says. Jade’s the kind of friend that can mold into any situation you need her for, and I love her for it.

“Me too, honestly,” though I only half mean it. “And we look good. I swear if you bring someone home tonight though, I’ll kill you. That’s the last thing I needa hear.”

“You should know I just go where the wind takes me by now, Amiyah.” she says dismissively. She will most definitely be bringing someone home tonight. “What about you miss ‘I’m too good for everyone?’”

I laugh at this. I don’t have that mentality at all, but I certainly have slowed down when it comes to hook ups and one night stands since my freshman year at UConn. I’m a junior now, but I find it a waste of time. You get wasted, go home with someone, wake up the next morning feeling like shit (physically and mentally), and leave as fast as possible. Having said that, I find it hard to commit to relationships just as much.

“Nope, I just wanna drink tonight, Jade.

You already know.”

“Man you gotta live a little more, and how you gon claim you’re bi but never want to get with anyone, you literally like both!” Jade says jokingly. I can’t help but laugh at the irony of that—it’s very true.

“You should really focus more on yourself, god knows you need to.” I’m of course joking. She flips me off with her acrylic nail before heading to the kitchen to pour us each one more pregame shot.

I throw a few rings on my manicured hands to compliment the tattoos on my fingers, and spray my favorite perfume before leaving my room, making sure to grab my ID and lipgloss filled purse. Jade is already taking her final shot and I join her, the liquor burning my throat while also easing my mind. I take one final look at myself in the large mirror by our door, admiring the way my (Jades) body suit hugs my waist perfectly, the way my jeans hang low and flattering on my hips, my gold jewelry complimenting my brown skin. I feel good.

“You probably shouldn’t look so good if you want to avoid Jordan, Ami.” Jade says with a joking tone, but there’s also meaning behind it. She knows how bad our relationship was, and I think all 5’5 of her would be willing to beat his ass for me.

“Nah, I don’t need to worry about him, he should be scared of seeing me.” And I mean every word, whether I believe it myself or not. I scrunch my curls in the mirror before we head out the door. I feel good. Tonight is going to be good.

Hopefully.

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Ted’s is packed. I’m not sure exactly what else I was expecting for a Friday night, but it never ceases to amaze me how many college students can fit into such a tiny bar. I instinctively grab Jades elbow as she guides us through the crowded bar so we can order our drinks. Surprisingly, there’s two stools open at the bar, which we rush to. I sit down with a huff and scope out who’s at Ted’s tonight as I order our drinks; a dirty shirley for me and rum and coke for Jade.

“Here you go ladies, they’re on the house,” the bartender says with a wink as he slides us our drinks. I shoot him a toothy grin and thank you. Although flattered, I have to fight back an eye roll. Too many men have egos bigger than themselves, probably thinks he’ll be taking one of us home tonight. I take a sip of the drink, the grenadine hitting my taste buds and it makes me wonder how people could order any other drink. I turn on the barstool to say exactly that to Jade, but she’s already off to the side of the bar talking to a guy she’s been talking to on the football team, Nick or something. Typical.

A wave of self-consciousness hits me sitting at the bar alone, so I go on my phone to distract myself, sipping on my drink and mindlessly scrolling through instagram. That is until I hear that familiar yet dreaded voice calling my name, almost taunting me. I should’ve known. I should’ve told Jade to stay with me.

Fuck.

“Ayy Amiyah. I called your name bout’ 10 times. You too good to talk to me now or sum, baby?” His voice is slurred with alcohol and dripping with cockiness. It makes me sick.

“Don’t fucking call me that, Jordan.” I don’t even look at him as I say with it as much force as possible, though I feel small as he puts a hand on the small of my back, towering over me with a smirk that says ‘I know you still want me.’ It’s gross. I quickly stand up in attempt to leave his presence and find Jade, but he’s faster than I am, like he knew what was going to happen before he even approached me.

His right hand grabs my wrist, the other snaking around my waist. He pulls me into him in attempt to keep me close, so close I can smell the alcohol on his breath as it fans my face. I turn my head away and immediately try to squirm out of his grasp, my free hand trying to push him off of me. Not only to get away from him, but I also can’t let him see any weakness that is forcing itself to break through me.

“Get the fuck off me bro.” I say, finally breaking free from his grasp, feeling the need to disinfect my entire body. I’m floored as Jordan has the audacity to reach for me again. “I don’t know know why you always playing hard to get Ami, just let me take you ho-“

“Yoo, everything good here?” A tall, blonde figure inserts herself between us, one hand holding her drink, the other on his shoulder pushing him back with enough force to cut him off. That’s hot as fuck I think to myself, but my face stays in the same scowl directed toward him. I have to stifle a laugh as he quickly cowers under her, as she probably has a good inch or two on him.

“Oh yeah, man, just tryna talk to my girl here,” he says with a smirk. I swear I see red as the words leave his mouth. We’re done. I left. And he thinks he has the right to call me his girl? Insane.

“Your girl? Well it don’t look like she really wanna talk to you, not gonna lie.” She says it so sternly, I almost feel intimidated and she isn’t even talking to me. As much as I appreciate this girls gesture, I quite literally can’t hold back from telling him off myself.

“‘Your girl’ is actually crazy. I am not your girl, and I am not about to have this conversation with you here. Get the fuck out my face.” I get up in his face, ready to bitch slap the smug look he somehow still has on his face right off.

“Yeah you should probably get the fuck out the bar, actually,” the girl says firmly. I can’t even see her face, but clearly the look on it says more than words because at that, he looks at me, then at the blonde, then to me again. Although it looks like he wants to argue, we all know it won’t get him anywhere, especially in a crowded bar.

He mutters a string of curse words I couldn’t care less about under his breath as he walks toward the exit and I immediately relax, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Not only is he gone, but hopefully he’ll get the hint and leave me alone. For good. I’m not sure if he thought coming to UConn would win me back, but he’s dead wrong. I’m done falling for his lies, the way he tries to sweet talk me back into his life. It might’ve worked in the past, but not anymore.

I’m broken from my thoughts as the blonde clears her throat behind me, and I suddenly feeling bad for forgetting she was even there, as I still have my back to her as I stare at the exit door. I quickly turn around to thank her for cutting him off, and that’s when I realize I’m face to face with Paige Bueckers.

Paige Bueckers; basketball phenom, campus celebrity, not to mention major whore. It’s annoyingly hard to deny how attractive she is, though— she’s wearing a simple back t-shirt that shows off her biceps, grey sweats hung low on her hips, enough to see the Nike boxers peeking under them. A silver chain decorates her neck and her blonde hair is slicked back into a bun. Her jaw is sharp, her nose perfectly sloped, big blue eyes staring right down into my brown ones, her plump bottom lip jutted out and tied up in a small smile— fuck what was I saying? Oh yeah..her roster is disturbingly long and I personally do not want to be another tally on that list. So, I keep my cool.

“Oh, thanks for that. You didn’t need to, I could’ve handled him,” I say with ease, adjusting the straps of my body suit. I smirk up at her, not missing the way her eyes follow my actions, almost hungrily.

There’s a beat of silence as she’s looking down at me, until she licks her lips. “Oh, yeah don’t worry bout’ it.” She pauses again. “Sooo...is he your boyfriend? Annoying ex?” she says with that infamous smirk. There it is. The cockiness, the charm that pulls every girl she glances at in.

“Ex. More than annoying, though. I’d probably go with crazy, obsessive, dickhead.” I laugh, though it holds little humour.

She laughs, too. “Yeah, I got my fair share of those.” Yeah I don’t doubt it, I think to myself. Her eyes rake over my body and she licks her lips again. It’s taking everything in me not to look at them.

“So what’s your name, ma?” The nickname rolls off her tongue like she’s said it hundreds of times before, though it does have more than an effect on me than it should.

“Amiyah.” Despite the feeling in my stomach, my tone remains casual, sultry, even. I can see I’m having some kind of effect on her, which boosts my confidence slightly. “And you are…”

“I’m Paige,” Her cocky expression falters slightly, yet she still holds hold her hand out, smiling. I let out a real laugh, but accept the handshake regardless. As if I don’t already know exactly who she is, and as if she doesn’t know I do. “I know your name, basketball star. You gon’ give me your autograph or what?” She’s still holding my manicured hand, thumb brushing over one of the tattoos on my fingers before dropping it. Fuck.

“Amiyah…” she drags out the last syllable before continuing. “Pretty name, pretty face, and a sense of humor? I feel like I needa buy you a drink.” She flashes me a genuine smile. I think about it for a moment, I really do. But I also remember my goal for tonight, and I’m not about to change my mind for Paige Bueckers. Though it’s very hard to do so as her blue eyes bore into my brown ones, making my 5’4 feel much shorter.

“I’m flattered, but no thank you. I gotta find my friend she’s probably looking for me. Plus, I already got one, see?” I grab my dirty shirley, only remembering it’s sitting beside me on the bar when I reach for my purse to leave and collect Jade.

“Dirty shirley, you got taste, huh?” She says as she stirs her own. Her voice is casual, yet laced with something I can’t put a finger on.

“Yeah, can’t go wrong, right?” I don’t even wait for her response. “Well thanks again for helping me, I appreciate it.” I give her a quick smile.

“Yeah, yeah no problem.” She says casually, rubbing the back of her neck. I can read her expression, though, and it’s telling me that she’s thrown off. That her streak of buying a pretty girl a drink and taking her home to do god knows what else is broken. I almost feel proud.

“See you around, Paige.” I don’t wait for a response before leaving her at the bar, forgetting my drink in the process but I can’t find it in me to care. I need to get out of her presence before I actually fold. I easily find Jade, looking not very happy, and not very sober.

“Let’s leave, I’m sick of tonight.” Her voice is slurred, and I can’t help but laugh. I’ve dealt with one too many emotional, drunken Jade moments that I’m sure it’s about Nick. I don’t even argue her, wanting nothing more than to take my makeup and jeans off and go to bed at this point.

As we’re walking out, I quickly glance back at the bar at see Paige still there. She’s sitting now, sipping on her own dirty shirley with a tight-lipped smile. Her teammates, Jana, Ice, and Kk, are laughing at her, like they’re teasing her. I can’t help but wonder if it’s about the interaction she just had with me. Were they watching her, waiting to see if she’d score a catch? I laugh to myself, glad I was able to give them a different ending to a show they probably see way too often. I’m sure she’ll find someone else in no time.

Luckily the walk back to our apartment is short. Jade is mumbling in annoyance, half to me, half to herself, something about leaving so soon and cutting it off with her boy-toy who she’ll most likely be back to soon enough. I tune her out; for some reason I can’t stop thinking about Paige. How she looked at me, like I was the only girl in that bar. I force the thoughts away though, knowing exactly how the night would’ve ended if it had gone another way. I’d be one more tally on her list of girls to say she’s got with to only forget about two days later.

I hate being vulnerable, so I avoid it at all costs. Maybe that’s why I avoid intimacy, whether it’s for one night or one year. Maybe that’s why I have raging trust issues. Who knows, I don’t want to find out and I don’t need to either. Not now, at least.

“Next time, you’re coming with me again whether you like it or not, and you’re having fun!” Jade says to me, trying to serious, but I only laugh at the slur of her words, as she had much more to drink than me tonight. I decide to hold off on telling her about my events tonight until the morning. “Ion wanna hear nooo excuses missy!”

“Yeah yeah Jade, go to bed babe.” I say as we finally reach our apartment, slipping inside and locking the door. I retreat to the comfort of my bed where I’m left alone with my thoughts. Maybe I want to go next time, maybe I want to see what happens.

Maybe.

-

“Amiyah, you’ve got to be joking…you’re joking right?” Jade’s deadpanning me, her voice sounding genuinely angry. I feel like I’m coming out to my mother again. We’re sitting on my bed, the morning sun peeking through my half shut curtains, iced coffees we picked up from the campus cafe in our hands.

“What? I don’t see what’s wrong here.”

“You telling me Paige Bueckers eye fucked you, shook your hand, offered to bye you a drink…and you said… no?” She’s laughing, almost to herself. “You’re unbelievable. This is what I’m talking about. That woman is every girls dream, and you shut her down like some random guy. You’re even too good for Paige Bueckers. I can’t-” I cut her off before she can continue her rant, much too passionate about this whole situation for a girl who’s supposedly straight.

“Personally I think you’re being very dramatic. She just wanted to hit and dip, that’s what she does and everyone knows it.” I sip my coffee, simply wanting to be done with this conversation.

“Oh okay, so if, like, Drew Starkey was at that bar, asked to buy you a drink and take you home, would you say no?” I let out a loud laugh, partly because of how passionate she is being about this, partly because she compared Paige Bueckers to Drew Starkey. Did I say Paige wasn’t absolutely gorgeous? No. I just don’t need to be another trophy on her case.

“I’m not answering that, Jade. This is about my dignity, not my attraction. I’m done with this conversation and I think you should be too.” I shake my head lightheartedly as I get up and head to the bathroom, taking my curly hair out of its bun and shaking it out. “If anything, let’s talk about your horrible taste in men. Nick? Really? First of all ew, second of all he seems like a dick.”

“Shut up Ami, he’s not that bad. And he’s funny! Don’t worry, he knows where home is.” We both laugh at that, because somehow Jade always does lure them back in somehow. She fails to mention my pretty bad track record of relationships. Jordan, on and off since senior year of high school turned crazy ex.

Olivia, my best friend, sophomore to senior year of high school.(do not recommend best friend to girlfriend pipeline)

And then there’s my very concerning list of hookups, which Paige did not need to be apart of to make for another traumatic story. Nope. Don’t even like the thought of how her hands would feel around waist, how her lips would feel…Not at all.

And that’s final.

-

Paige’s POV

“Girl boo, do not even lie right now, lying is a major sin. Do you want to go hell? I did NOT think so!” Kk is practically screaming at me. It’s been two days since the bar, and she’s felt the need to tell pretty much everyone in her path, including all of our teammates, about my interaction with Amiyah. Hell, I think she even told CD. So what? She said no to me buying her a drink. That happens. It’s not a big deal.

“I swear I had to walk over to you after she left, pick your jaw up off the floor and put it back in your mouth, Paige.” Ice chimes in now. Okay maybe it is a big deal. Maybe my ego is a little bruised. I couldn’t help but falter when she declined my offer, especially after saving her from that douche who was basically assaulting her in the middle of the bar.

“Alright, alright chill. Y’all are reaching now. It’s literally just a drink.”

“Okay. Then if it’s just a drink, why were you sulking for the rest of the night, and this morning? You literally are right now!” Jana says, and I’m suddenly aware of my hunched posture and furrowed eyebrows. I don’t even answer her question. Not only do I really think it’s not worth talking about, but I also don’t have an answer. Sure, I could blame it on the fact that I don’t think I’ve ever been rejected like that, so casually like she had anything better to do. But even then, usually I’d go find another girl to talk to, to take home, to fill some kind of void I constantly felt. But I didn’t even want to.

There’s something about Amiyah. The way her big brown eyes stared up at me like she was trying to figure me out, but saw right through me at the same time. Her plump lips, the dimple she had on her left cheek when she smirked at me. The small freckles that lined her nose paired with a gold septum, the curve and sway of her hips when she walked away. Or maybe it’s the confidence she had, the drawl in her voice, way she didn’t seem fazed by anything— me, her ex, the whole situation. She just wanted to find her friend. It made me want to get to know her more. It drew me in.

So now I’m here, getting it rubbed in by my friends as we sit in the living room of me, Jana and Allies apartment.

“I’m bouta kick all of you out, for real.” I say, not even really joking. It’s late and I have class in the morning, though I can’t even remember what it is. I think I’ve been maybe 3 times this year. (super senior things, chill)

“We heading out anyways, academic weapon things. Oh, and go take a shower, your attitude stinks!” Kk and Ice filter out of the dorm, leaving just Allie, Jana and I, their calmer presence lowering my blood pressure. It’s silent for a moment, as Jana’s already in bed and Allie is making some snack.

“Do you really like her or something? What’s really got you so bothered, P?” Allie quietly asks me from the kitchen as I’m getting up to head to my room. She seems genuinely concerned and it confuses me. Am I really being that weird? I guess I am, I don’t think I’ve stopped replaying the interaction with Amiyah in my head since it happened. I think three separate girls texted me today asking if I wanted to hangout, and I haven’t even bothered to open any of them.

“Nah it’s chill I’m like, over it. Thanks though, Allie.” I’m almost trying to convince myself. She nods in response and I shut my door, plopping onto my bed. My hands run down my face in frustration before opening my phone to mindlessly scroll on instagram, still thinking about the interaction. Was I weird with her? Should I have butted into her and that guys argument? Did I ask stupid questions? That one I can answer; asking for her name.

Amiyah Dalton. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know who she was before I came up to her. I’ve seen her around campus, though she’s very hard to miss. It’s like she’s constantly glowing, her smile lighting up any room she walks into. At the same time, she also has this mysterious energy, like no one actually ever knows what’s going on in her head. Maybe I see through her because I’m the same way, but that doesn’t matter. I’ve heard murmurs about her through mutual friends, girls and guys saying they’ve hooked up with her and hardly ever heard from her again.

Maybe I’m this bothered because I thought I could be different, like I could take her home and prove that I am. But I didn’t even get to do that after she basically brushed me to the side. I feel like I need to prove myself to her. Yeah, that’s all. I just need one night, one taste of her and I’ll be fine.

I’m broken out of my trance when her instagram comes up on my feed as “suggested for you.” Real funny. My fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they click on her profile. I spend more time than I’d like to admit on there, intently looking at each post, wanting nothing more than to like, comment and favorite every one. My thumb even hovers over the follow button for about 5 minutes before I decide against it. She probably already thinks I’m weird, I shouldn’t…but what if I shoot my shot and she notices me? Nah she’d proba- Am I really think this hard about a fucking instagram page? Maybe. Am I going to bag this woman? Yes.

Well, maybe.

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Pairing: John B Routledge x Kook!Reader Requested?: yes Warnings: tiny bit of angst, cannon events/semi cannon events(idek if that should be a warning) Word Count: 2.3k Proofread?: no A/N: Okay, I feel like I didn't do this fic the justice it deserved. Also apologize for taking so long to put this out I haven't been feeling all too great. I should be posting Good Graces 4 sometime next week. My requests are closed but you can still ask to be on my taglist. This is my reblogs, follow to see what I be reading. :)

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I watched as John B got up from the stump he was sitting on, walking over to the water. I sat for a moment before following him. Once by his side I look over to the left of me before looking at him, a miniscule frown on my face.

“We’re together, right?” I asked calmly as I stared at his face, causing him to glance at me for a second before looking back towards the water.

“Yeah.” He spoke quickly as he cleared his throat. I nod softly as I look to the ground before looking back at him.

“So that means we always tell each other the truth.” I say matter of factly earning a look of almost shock from John B before he looked away again, tensing his jaw.

“(Y/N), I am telling the truth.” He said flatly, I tilted my head back as I pursed my lips. Leaning on my back foot, giving him an almost disbelieving look. He finally turns to me in a defensive manner.

“What you think I’m.. I’m lying?” He asked defensively as he shook his head, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Is that what you think? No, I…” “No, no, it’s just…” We both started to say at the same time, stuttering for a moment before he allowed me to continue talking. Looking away from him with a small sigh before continuing.

“The story that you told us isn’t really adding up.” I looked around for a moment before looking back at him. He let out a small sigh as he looked away, trying not to roll his eyes.

“You guys get the Twinkie and you go off to Charleston without telling anyone, and I’m just trying to understand why. If there’s anything that you can’t tell the others, you can tell me.” I spoke gently, concern laced in my voice as we both looked at each other. My eyes swirled with emotion as I stared into his hazel eyes.

“Mmm.” He hummed out with a curt nod as he looked away once again.

“Look, look at me. What happened?” I grabbed his head gently, running my hands down to the holding onto his neck. “You’ve just been acting so off since your dad got back.” I asked as I patted his neck, squeezing softly as I talked.

“What happened?” He asked flatly.

“Yes, John B. It’s me. I’m on your side.” I spoke hastily, trying to convey how desperate I am to get him to understand that I am here for him.

“Okay, (Y/N), you know what happened?.”  He spoke sternly as he grabbed my wrists pulling my hands off of him. “My dad came back.” He looked towards Big John as he pointed before looking back at me with raised eyebrows. “ And he’s trying to help all of us.” He spoke matter of factly.

“Uh-huh.” I replied softly as I followed his words, lips parted as I took in his words.

“And meanwhile, your dad tried to kill you.” He started causing me to let out a soft gasp “And I’m sorry that you can’t deal with that.” He spoke softly as I looked away. Tears welled in my eyes as I licked my lips, sniffling.  

“Am I wrong?” He asked in a flat voice. I licked the back of my teeth as I tried to keep my breathing steady so my tears didn’t fall.

“Well, then call me when you wanna tell the truth.” I exhaled as I walked away from him.

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I let out a soft sigh as I stared out at the water on an abandoned pier, remembering the last conversation I had with John B. Tears welling in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath, sniffling as I replayed it over and over in my head. 

‘How could you say something like that to someone you love?’ I thought to myself as I sniffled again, wiping at the tears on my face as I closed my eyes. 

He wasn’t wrong though, my dad did try to kill me after I found out he was still alive. Which truly hurt since I saw him blow up on his boat. That memory will definitely stick with me for the rest of my life. What he didn’t mention but I know he implied it was the fact that I now have nothing. No house to go to and no money since I’ve given up my Kook card to be a Pogue. Which I am now almost regretting. Finding that it was worthless to sit there and risk my life for John B if he was going to be like this.

I haven’t spoken to him since, afraid of what would happen if I tried to go to talk to him again. I didn’t want to lose him but I also didn’t want to face him. I tried going to Kie for a place to stay but her parents were being dicks about it. Tried going JJ only to find an eviction notice plastered on his front door and him nowhere to be seen. I didn’t even bother Pope since Cleo is staying with him. That’s how I found myself with Topper that same day, letting out a groan as I remember that encounter.

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“You look a little thirsty. If you want there’s beers right there. You can grab a drink.” He said in a teasing tone, pointing towards the cooler. I smiled softly at him as I grabbed a beer out of the cooler. 

“Never thought I’d be a beer cooler vagrant. That’s embarrassing.” I sighed out as I leaned against the edge of his boat, cracking open the beer with a small smile on my face.

“Yeah, I thought you were more into, like, high-end heists now. Like robbing trains, you know?” He smirked softly as he kept looking from me to the water. Grimacing softly as I shook my head at him.

“Sorry.” I apologize softly.

“Which… No judgment. Um..” He said matter of factly with a small shake of his head as he laughed softly

“I wouldn’t blame you if you.” I smiled, returning the soft laugh as I looked towards the water.

“Listen, I know your back’s against it right now,” He started, concern laced in his tone. “And I can drop you at your house and talk to your brother on your behalf or not.” He suggested as I immediately shook my head.

“No, absolutely not.” I sighed out.

“All right, okay.” He licked his lips, eyes focused on the water in front of him. “Um, yeah, where are you staying right now?” He asked softly.

“Um…” I mumbled out as I brushed some hair out of my face, looking away.

“I’m…I’m so sorry. I’m not trying to be up in your business or anything.” He stuttered out as I just shook my head. “Look, I know you have a boyfriend, and, um, I have a… I have a girlfriend now.” He said excitedly as I took a sip of my beer, almost choking on it. 

“You have a girlfriend?” I asked, trying to keep an even tone

“Yeah.” He nodded with a smile on his face “You’re surprised?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Of course you do.” I sighed out softly “Who?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Um, you know, Elena.” He said casually as he looked at me with a small nod.

“Reedy?” I asked in disbelief with a slight laugh.

“What, you don’t like her?” He asked in a teasing tone as he looked me up and down.

“No, it’s just… I don’t know.” I sighed out raising a hand and shaking it softly before turning to fully face it. “It’s just when we were together, she was just always like up your ass. It was just weird to me, and..” I laughed out with a shake of my head getting cut off by Topper who had a slight smirk on his face.

“Oh, you’re jealous.” He asked in a teasing way as he gestured to me.

“I’m not jealous!” I said defensively as I shook my head at him.

“You’re jealous. No, it’s fine. I get it.” He sighed out as I continued to deny it.

“She would just linger. She was just always ready to pounce or something.” I sighed out as I stood, gesturing a pounce.

“Well, you left and broke up with me, so..” He stated with a huff of a laugh as he shook his head.

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The soft ding of my phone pulled me out of the memory as I looked down to see who texted me, Kiara. Letting out a soft sigh as I opened my phone to see what she had said. 

Kie: Parents’ party starts in an hour. Figured, I’d remind you.

Me: Alright thank you, I’ll start getting ready. I’ll see you in a bit.

I stood up from the edge of the pier I was on, grabbing my purple cruiser bike as I hopped on it going back to Topper’s pool house to change for the party. Grateful that Topper is allowing me to stay there. After about half an hour of getting ready and making sure I look perfect, I make the short trip over to the party. 

Standing next to Kiara as her parents did their speech, a smile on my face as she walked towards them after her father finished speaking.

“Psst (Y/N)” I heard someone whisper loudly behind me, immediately turning around to see John B with a goofy grin on his face. He makes his way towards me, I look around for a moment before slightly running over towards him, a smile on my face. Once we’re in front of each other he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me, pulling me tight against him. I let out a soft sigh of relief as I wrapped my arms around him as well. 

“Long time no see.”” He said softly as I put my hand on the back of his head.

“Hi.” I breathed out, panic filled my eyes before I shut them gently.

“Hey, come here. Come here, follow me.” He urged out as he pulled away, looking at me with longing.

“What are you doing here?” I asked softly as I held his hand, allowing him to pull me away. 

“I have so much I have to tell you.” He spoke softly as he squeezed my hands. Stopping at a table. I looked up to him through my lashes, shaking my head softly.

“I have so much I have to tell you.” I repeated back softly, hurt laced in my voice.

“(Y/N)...I’m sorry..I’m so sorry.” He stuttered out with a frown, shaking his head “For the way I talked to you at the Chateau, for lying about El Dorado, for not being there for you when you needed me.” He spoke softly, his tone positively filled with genuine regret. I squeezed his hands softly as I shook my head softly as I turned away from him.

“It’s fine. I’m sure your dad probably didn’t want you to say anything.” I said dejected as I kept my gaze down as I spoke before looking at him.

“No, no. Hey.” He furrowed his eyebrows softly as he moved a hand to caress my jaw. “I messed up. I missed you.” He stroked his thumb against my cheek before pulling me into a hug.

“Missed you too.” I spoke quietly as I sighed out as I pulled away from him. 

“Hey, look. We gotta get out of here. We gotta go. Come on.” He spoke hurriedly as he grabbed my hand again, trying to pull me along with him. I pulled away from him, going back towards the table.

“No, wait.” I mumbled as I brought my hand to my face, John B immediately back by my side, eyes filled with concern.

“(Y/N)? What’s going on?” He asked softly as he put a hand on my back. I looked up at him, panic and uncertainty swirling in my eyes. I sighed out softly as I kept my gaze on the table.

“I have something to tell you.” I whispered as I closed my eyes, he only rubbed my back gently, waiting for me to continue. “I saw Topper.” I muttered softly, his hand stopping its motion before pulling off of me quickly, almost in disgust.

“You did what?” He spoke in a calm manner.

“I didn’t know where else to go after our fight..” I sniffled as I shook my head. “I didn’t sleep with him, I promise. I..I just needed a place to stay.” I say softly as John B just stares at the side of my face with his jaw clenched

“I..I thought you just didn’t want me around anymore.” I admit softly “And I thought you would’ve been angry if I came back around.” I sniffled again as tears well in my eyes. The expression on John B’s face softens as he realizes just how much pain he put me through over the past few days. Without a word he pulls me into his chest as he cradles my head.

“I’m so so so sorry (Y/N)” He spoke into my hair, as he planted a kiss to the top of my head. A soft sob escapes my lips as I wrap my arms around him as I bury my head further against his chest.

“I promise to never put you through that again.” He vowed as before pulling away to look at my face. His hands came up to cup my cheeks, wiping them away with a soft smile on his face. “I love you so much (Y/N).” He said softly as he searched my eyes.

“I love you too, John B, so much.” I breathed out softly with a small nod. 

Without warning he put his lips against mine, pulling me into a soft tender kiss. Pouring his entire heart out as I eagerly returned the kiss, a smile on my lips as he pulled away.

“Wherever we go from here, I promise you, I will always be by your side. I won’t ever make you second guess a single thing.” He promised tenderly as his hands came back to cup my cheeks. Relief flooding my body as I nodded at him, a loving smile on my face.

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Taglist: @wearemadeofstardust0 @pillowprincess4him @mirellef2001

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[d3adbr3inc3lls]

hi, I don’t know if you write for Friede, so no worries if you don’t, but I’d like to request headcanons for a gn reader who meets Friede and he offers to let them join the RVT? No pressure ofc! Love your work

Friede x Reader | Old Connections | Oneshot

I haven't written for him but I will try,,, btw I changed the story a bit so Friede and Reader knew of eachother in highschool, but they're kinda meeting again to an extent after not talking to eachother for years.

It was a miracle that you were talking to your highschool best friend/crush.

The two of you met accidentally as you were grabbing youur daily treat from the nearby Cafe.

Your partner pokémon was happily chewing on a poképuff as the two of you caught up.

"I've been good, the kids are now st-"

"You have kids???"

You and Friede were close friends in highschool, and you've had a crush on him ever since you were 17.

But to think that he had kids was insane, the both of you were in your mid 20's right now, and the fact that he has multiple was insane.

"Oh- no, no- not my kids, I-"

He took a deep breath before chuckling.

He used to be the most confident kid in highschool and you couldn't help but always wish to be him, or be with him.

"Well, you remember how when we first graduated I started a new project, turning gramp's old ship into something else?"

Of course you remembered. It's the one thing you often think back on when you missed him.

After the two of you graduated, you invited him over to your place to celebrate and he stayed the night. Most of the night was spent with him rambling on about his dream with the newly-caught Pikachu curled up on his stomach.

You've always wanted to confess your feelings right there and then, the lighting was perfect, and you cuss at yourself daily for chickhening out.

"Well, after about a few months or a year, I managed to get it sorted,"

His voice cuts through your thoughts, snapping you back into reality.

"And?"

"And what?"

There it was, the soft laugh that you adored, a boyish smile plastered on his face as he glanced away from you, acting as if he hadn't been staring at you this whole time.

"How is it? Did you get your boyband sorted?"

"It's not a boyband- we have a bit of everyone- you'll love the team,"

And there he went, rambling all about the people and pokémon who lived on the ship prior to it being taken down by Raquaza -which apparently was a shiny, so that was something new- and left everyone to go back to a more normal life.

The passion in his eyes was evident as he rambled on about his co-workers, their traits, and how they help out.

Suddenly, the boy man paused as he looked at you, his golden gaze gleaming with affection.

To an extent, you forgot that the two of you have been separated for years.

"You should join us, it'll be fun, I'm sure you'll love Murdock! He bakes the best sweets!"

His gaze was warm as he looked at you, and you swore you could feel your heart skip a beat.

It was hard to say no to him, not only because you've always had a crush on him (that at this point lasted for at least 4 years, which probably is more like 6-7 years), but because wanted to travel with a group of people.

Giving him a small nod, his grin widened as he lifted himself off the mahogany table and quickly embraced you.

"It's gonna be so much fun with you here, I promise you'll love it-"

As quickly as he began talking, he pauses, quickly loosening his grip before rubbing the back of his neck

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"-when it gets fixed that is..."

I might write another fic about the graduation night, idek, lmk if you guys wanna see that !!

[starsval]

you're losing me

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus giving you mixed signals. based on you're losing me by taylor swift.

word count: 1,1k

a/n: idek if i like this but i'll just post it. thanks to @myriadmoons for helping me write this, ily<3

Stop, you’re losin’ me

“you’re so pretty” he’s practically on top of you, although the common room is empty. he’s touching your face, your hair, your hands. he sees you’re getting flustered and continues. “you don’t understand how pretty you are”

“remus” you wince, trying to get away from his hold.

“what, babe?” he says, almost mocking you.

“stop” you insist.

“stop what?” he hides in your neck, and you can feel the smirk growing on his face when your hand goes to his hair.

“this” he doesn’t seem to care, because he distances from you, puts his hand on the back of your neck, leaning in to kiss you.

when he pulls away, he leans his forehead on yours, and for a moment, it seems like he’s going to confess, like he’s going to say the three words you’re waiting for. 

but he doesn’t,

instead, he pulls away when he hears your friends walking in, he sits back on the couch, away from you, and starts reading like nothing happened.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

you were sitting next to him, watching him lie on the infirmary bed, just like every month. 

"babe, stop doing that" you don't know when he woke up, you just know that his hand is on yours so you stop biting your nails. you immediately get up, grabbing his face so you can look at it. 

"how are you feeling?" he smiles, staring at your eyes. if only he could see the storms in them. 

"good" he replies as he grabs your waist, moving you to lie next to him. 

and you stay like that for a while, talking about nothing in particular, his hands on you all the time. 

once he feels better he gets up, slowly gathering his things. you walk him to the door, but you don't get out. 

"i think i'll stay here for a bit, i'm feeling sick" you look at him, and there's a bit of confusion in his eyes. 

"oh, okay" that's the last thing he says before leaving. 

Stop, you’re losin’ me

the next time he sees you, you're both at a party, and your friends aren't there yet. so he approaches you, takes a sip from your cup and puts his arms around you. 

"hi" he smiles. 

"hi" you smile back. 

"i love your outfit" he stares at it. 

"thanks" 

"i could show you how much i love it in my room thought" he smirks when you blush. 

"stop"

"okay" he replies, but he hugs you tighter. 

and you stay like that for a bit, but when he sees lily walking towards you he completely pulls away, and he disappears before you can say something. 

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're running down the hallway

And you know what they all say

"You don't know what you got until it's gone"

when you walk out of the common room, he doesn't know whether to follow you or not. he stares at the now cold spot next to him, but he's not sure if he should follow you. 

when he sees you, you're drying your face. and he stares at the redness of them. 

"love, are you okay?" he sits next to you, on the hallway floor. 

"yes" he sighs, taking one of your hands in his. 

"if you need anything, i'm here, you know?" he explains, not staring at you. 

"i know" 

neither of you talk for a while, you staring at the wall in front of you, him staring at your hand on his. 

"i'm sorry that my pain is a burden" 

"your pain could never be an imposition" he assures you. 

"stop" 

"it's true, i mean it"

he says, but as soon as someone calls him from the end of the hallway, he gets up. 

"i'm sorry, i have to leave"

and you know you shouldn't care, you know you shouldn't go to his dorm later that day so you can go study together, you know you should just ignore him. but you go anyway. 

"you're going to study with mrs. moony?" you hear sirius ask remus, from outside the room. 

"stop fucking calling her mrs. moony, she's not my wife" you hear remus spat at sirius, and you think that you might just leave, that you don't want to listen to the whole conversation. 

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" sirius doesn't know you're there, but he's still offended. 

"she's just following me all the time, asking me if she can help me, she's just a people pleaser, like i would marry her" and that's when you decide that it's enough, that you don't want to keep listening, that you don't want to see him anymore. 

and he waits, he waits for you in the library, where you were supposed to meet. he waits until curfew. he waits until the next morning, when you're supposed to sit next to him during breakfast. he waits in class, where you're supposed to sit next to him. 

but you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone. 

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losing me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

he approaches you again while you're choosing something to drink. 

"i like your outfit" he smiles. 

"stop" you walk away from him, making him frown. 

"what? 

"you're losing me"

“what? c’mon, talk to me”

he follows you out of the party, to talk, he said, but when you want to, he doesn't listen. instead, he takes your cup out of your hand. 

"stop ignoring me!" you say when he starts looking around. 

"i'm not!" but then he looks at a couple who just walked out of the common room. 

"i'm the best thing at this party"

you're losing me

he doesn't talk, he just stares at you, that's when you feel the tears filling your eyes. 

"and i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser" you chuckle, tears running down your face. "who only wanted you to see her"

you wait for him to say something, to apologize, to take his words back, to react, but he just stares at you. 

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losing me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosing me"

"do something, babe, say something" you insist, but he just looks at the floor. "lose something, risk something"

you're losing me

"chose something, love, i got nothing" you tell him, waiting for him to do something. 

to believe, unless you're choosing me

[thrashkink-coven]

had a very very strange dream with Lucifer and Archangel Jophiel last night.

I was in some kind of grassy field, it kinda looked like a park with crows flying and milling about. In the ground was this huge cutout in the grass in the shape of a triangle. In the triangle were two lit candles, one black and one white, and a little cauldron full of water. Beside the cauldron were tea leaves.

So I step into the triangle and sit there. Not sure what to do. But the park is really nice, the sun is out and the wind is very warm and cozy. So I just chill there for a bit.

Then Jophiel randomly appears wearing white robes. He sits in the circle and puts down some cups, brews some tea in the cauldron. He doesn’t say anything, so I’m like “uh? hey? long time no see”

He hands me a cup and then says something like “I liked your theory but you got a few things wrong”

and I immediately knew what he was talking about. Yesterday I made a post about a conversation Lucifer and I had about the war of heaven and hell and the fall. So I was intrigued. What did i get wrong?

Before he has the opportunity to speak Lucifer appears, and he also in the triangle. Now each of us occupy each of its corners. Surprising because I don’t think I’ve ever seen the two together in the same scene like this.

and he says something like “I thought it was very good! Angels are perfectionists, they get hung up on every little detail.”

and Jophiel replies “well the devil is in the details”

and then there is an awkward kind of silence, before Jophiel stands up and says he’s departing.

And Lucifer stands too, agreeing and saying that he and I have business to attend to as well. And i’m confused.

He picks me up in his arms and before I can realize we’re somewhere totally different. His throne room office, but his desk is gone.

And then someone else enters the room. They were a shadowy figure that my eyes couldn’t really understand.

and this “person” starts talking to Lucifer, saying something like:

“O, shining one, we head your command. But your muts must be held on a tighter leash. She shares mistruths and confuses your disciples with arrogance. How dare she share your secret gnosis with strangers on the internet? I plead you punish her as deserved”

They spoke with deep anger. They were furious.

and I’m like??????????

is this dude talking about me???? Did he refer to me as a mut??? And also??????? is he misgendering me rn???? I was so confused dude.

And the entire time this guy is speaking Lucifer is looking at me. Until after a while of him ranting he puts up his hand and the dude shuts up.

Then Lucifer extends his hand to me and I walk over to him.

then he says “I want you to see this.”

He had a short monologue here, to this thing, and I can’t remember entirely what he said. But the bottom line was “you have a lot of audacity. He is none of your concern. “

And then he stands up and like

obliterates the dude. Like there was just a really bright flash and then the dude was gone.

He sits back down, and has me sit on his lap, petting me.

and then??? he’s like “Do you ever consider priesthood?”

and I remember very distinctly saying “no” right before the dream ended or ??? idk maybe I just don’t remember the rest

I presume????? that was his way of saying fuck the haters but that was a really strange way to go about it

idek

[hiemaldesirae]

AU where *Vox* is the one who disappears for 7 years, and ALL of Hell suffers for it. The remaining 2 Vees end up with their souls contracted to Alastor, Carmilla and Zestial have to become allies and join forces-most overlords do by the time Vox comes back there ARE no solo Overlords left, except technically Rosie and Alastor but even they are 'allies' in the loosest sense. Everyone else is paired up and it all because of the madness of Radio Demon at the disappearance of his muse. He's shacked up inside of The Vees Tower, taking over Vox's floor as his own, adding a radio tower to the side of it.

And then, 7 years after his disappearance, Vox reappears and joins Charlie Morningstar at her hotel for rehabilitation of sinners of all things, with Angel Dust as her first client, and--

The very foundations of Hell shake.

OHHH this one is fun. yesyesyes im so onboard with this one!!! i think about swap aus very fondly no matter how many times i see premises where vox and al get their storylines swapped ill ALWAYS eat it up.

okay so i do have some questions i want to get over with first. did al and vox breakup before the whole. (waves hands) seven year leave thing. like did they fight before he left because that brings a wholly different dynamic to the table rather than 'oh vox just disappeared one day', which in fairness i can see driving alastor crazy in a much different way, but also if they'd fought beforehand and alastor had expected to see vox back with the vees the day after or something, only to find him missing with no one aware of where he was... hoo boy. and also- does alastor take over the entertainment district here? like, he's got val and velvette as contracted souls, so do they stop running the district because they can no longer hold the respect of those they were once under and just do menial tasks under al's servitude, or is there a completely different dynamic here that ive passed over?

anyway with that over with... (bashes my head into the wall) YES I NEED THIS. ohmuy god. the aus where vox is sponsoring the hazbin hotel because of a deal he made with lucifer or something have been haunting my head for weeks upon end and i cant help but imagine something similar here- i can just imagine how pissed alastor would be to learn of the fact that vox was back and didnt even think to go and SHOW HIMSELF to him first??? vox was HIS. his muse, his rival, his stupid, stupid picture box- and he went off to make a deal with that bright-faced, stupid little princess of hell? instead of going back to alastor? no, no, no, that cant do, absolutely not, VALENTINO, you have to get your oblivious little employee under control before i rip out both your throats-- anyway. i imagine al probably hates intearcting with either of the vees but he does to make sure theyre not dead or trying to kill him (its all for voxs sake. he wouldn't be glad to return and find his friends slaughtered, after all.)

sorry i dont really have any other thoughts to addonto this (theres a reason why i havent written/drawn a swap au with them and its because ive no idea how the story would change given all the different nuances that we dont yet know... so. yeah) except maybe that alastor would probably be pissed as hell at the attention vox gets when he returns- because he was a celebrity figure before he was gone, too, and his return is like the equivalent to a comeback on princess diana's revenge dress level. instead of being pissed that other sinners are paying attention to vox in a 'they should be looking at me' kind of way though he's more pissed in a 'no one should look at him except for me' kind of way which really weirds charlie vaggie and angel out who are kinda just going like... 'are you sure about that guy man' and vox just shrugs like 'well last time i was face to face with him we had a really bitter breakup fight so idek if hes sure about me tbh'

[bbitess]

goth and metal prt 1-eurory x f!reader (use of y/n)

brothers best friend‼️ (euro is 19 in a high school type band, reader is a senior) idk how norwegian school works sorry

warnings‼️ smut, drinking and drugs, making out, ass slapping, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v, gagging, creampie, the L-word, a meer couple sentences that have just a wee bit of degration and exibitionism

(this is based off sum random pic i saw on here and my love for my bauhaus vinyls and obsession w my set up 💪)

thank you all for being so sweet frrr, i’ve been an anonymous rory lover and all of these fics are from the archive of my notes app over the past few months :)

Y/N is jan axels sister who doesn’t listen to much metal music, she’s more into gothic music. her brother had two friends he started a band with, she only knew the guitarist, oystein, since he was jan’s friend for a while. she stayed upstairs most of the time but around 9 she got sick of all the noise and decided to go downstairs.

As she approached the basement the music grew louder. she opened the door and the music stopped, all of their eyes hit her, making her feel a little embarrassed in her sleep shorts and a sweater.

“jan, can you keep it down or like, idk go somewhere else becuase i am just trying to have some peace of mind…”

the other members looked at jan who said “yeah, yeah we are almost done.”

“thank you” Y/N said leaving and going back upstairs.

“you really let your little sister boss you around like that?” oystein asked, he was a long time family friend and he knew Y/N for a while. they were friends when they were younger but he just kind of changed. “she’s not bossing me around, i just respect her, i mean, she usually is tolerant when we practice at my place.”

oystein looked pretended to be offended “what do you mean tolerant? she should be moved by my amazing guitar skill.” the bassist snickered, “in your dreams” jan replied, making oystein blush a little and the chuckles to grow louder.

oystein sighed and set down his guitar, “im getting a drink,” he states plainly before running up the stairs. he goes to the fridge and retrieves a cold glass of beer. when he closes the fridge door he finally noticed Y/N is also in the kitchen. she is reaching up high to grab a mug from the top shelf but she couldn’t seem to reach it. the sweater she was wearing rode up on her torso, exposing her flat stomach and thin waist which contrasted her full behind, the shorts hugging them well, leaving little room for the imagination. oystein shuttered, he couldn’t tell if it was because he was seeing his childhood best friends little sister all grown up, or because he was overflowing with desire. he will admit it, he has longed for her for at least a decade but nothing ever came of it. she was out of his league and off limits because of her brother, they had hung out a lot as friends but,

(a/n: idk why but when i wrote this i made the back story from euros first person, idk just imagine culkin like narrating idek, good luck.)

“i knew jan protected her with his life. one day when jan and i were in our last year of secondary school, about to graduate, i actually told him how i was feeling. that was unusual to say the least, we didn’t put our emotions into words very often. i told him how i wanted to ask his sister to the prom and how she had caught my eye in the past. he seemed suspicious and hesitant but eventually got the idea and gave me his blessing. i went to the store to get flowers, but they were sold out, i didn’t want to spend gas going to a different store so I just went home. but after that i lost hope, i never went to get the flowers or ask Y/N to prom, i guess i got caught up in the senior work and eventually i graduated, and now i only see her when im at jan’s.”

(okay it’s over, back to third person <3)

he pulled his eyes away and searched for a bottle opener but couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. he held the bottle up to Y/N and she nodded, she swiftly grabbed a spoon. oystein had his hand by the cap and had the bottle set on the table so she swiftly held his hand in place with one hand and with the other, used the spoon to open the bottle. oystein flinched and shook his hand, Y/N laughed, “it didn’t hurt that bad! and look your bottle is open,” oystein just smiled a little, and Y/N almost melted, his smile was beautiful but he never wore it. “you should smile more.” she she stated facing him. oysteins smile dropped almost immediately but the blush stayed on his cheeks and he reddened as Y/N inched closer to his face.

“you look nice when you smile,” she says, beaming and brushing a stand of his hair behind his ear smoothly. she walked away, giving oystein a second to breathe and hide the massive boner inside his pants. Y/N had abandoned the mug and grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge and opened it. “aren’t you too young to drink, Y/N?” oystein asked, he was 19 but not that new to alcohol. “no” she replied, “well, yes and no…” she said taking a hearty sip. “how old are you these days?” oystein asked slyly, Y/N replied with her honest age, “i’m graduating in a couple months.” “wow, you are mature beyond your years…” oystein states, smiling. “maybe you are just behind,” Y/N laughs and then drinks more. they are both about halfway done but the weather was kind of nice out. it was a summer dusk so Y/N and oystein went outside to finish beers and while they were out there, oystein couldn’t help but retrieve a rolled blunt from his pocket.

Y/N was a little nervous because they think smoking weed with someone is very vulnerable but they agreed to oystein and they smoked the joint. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you…” oystein admits, “do what?” she laughs, “idk, smoking together, drinking, talking, anything… i’ve always wanted to know you better.” she looks down, “i wanted to know you to, but you always seemed to push me away when i got to close, you never opened up to me after middle school you know…” oystein feels devastated a little hurt hearing this, he keeps smoking. “i’m so sorry if i made you feel unappreciated, Y/N. i really liked you, like really really liked you,” he chuckles. “i promise,” she smiles, still looking down, “really?” she asks. he goes on, “really! you know i was going to ask you to my prom last year, gosh i remember like it was yesterday. i asked your brother for his permission, it was the scariest shit i’ve ever done. and i was going to ask you but the store was sold out of flowers and i guess i just psyched myself out…” he admits, kind of laughing at the story.

Y/N is surprised since he never talks about his feelings this deeply. “wow, i never knew. why did you get psyched out?”

“i don’t know, you were almost two years younger than me but i was a nobody at that school. you were pretty and had good friends and were nice to everyone. i figured another lucky guy had already asked you, i wouldn’t want it make it weird.”

“wow, oystein i wish you told me, i would have gone with you.” Y/N said, he was kind of in disbelief at that.

Y/N smokes the blunt and smiles, content with oysteins confession, “i forgive you, cheers…” she says and holds up the bottle, “cheers to what?” oystein questions. “cheers to confession…” she laughs and they clink the bottles. “i confess that i really liked you too, well before you slammed the door on your emotions… but i know the oystein i knew is still in there.” Y/N says, seriously, almost in a stern tone. oystein was frozen for a moments time but in that moment he felt like he had gained the wisdom of centuries.

oystein finished the blunt and tossed it, and that quickly he grabbed her jaw and pressed his lips to hers for their long awaited kiss. their lips locked together, so perfectly they thought they would get stuck and never pull away. oystein even ran his tounge over her lips, meeting her in the middle when she got brave enough to try a french kiss. she was a little hesitant kissing someone she had known for so long, it almost felt wrong, but also so so right. her hands tangled in his wild hair and he held the back of her neck, his other hand subconsciously creeping up Y/N’s soft thighs.

after another moment which seemed like centuries, they pulled away catching their breath. they began to arrange their clothes and hair back to normal. “oystein?” Y/N asks, “yes?” “does this mean… that you still you know, like me?” oystein blushes “what makes you think that??” he states quickly. “well, you just kissed me like your in love, and… it’s just- also, i could see your boner the whole time.” Y/N admits, oystein was flustered but they laughed it off, his icy eyes locked on hers and he promised-not said, promised, “the second I laid eyes on you I was yours, yes, Y/N, I do like you.” she smiled and put herself in his arms, “good, i like guys who like me…” and then they both started laughing in each others arms like they used to.

“i have to get back,” oystein says getting up and holding the door back into the house open for Y/N but they eventually speak, “have fun with your death metal,” Y/N says, “its black metal, norwegian black metal…” oystein says smiling, “either way, my bauhaus vinyl is easier on the ears.” she smiles. “well maybe i’ll come up to your chamber and we can listen to it together, how does that sound?” he asks, she responds quickly, “grood… i meant to say great and good, i’m sorry i-.” he had already walked away thinking about how was he going to get rid of this raging boner.

later in the night, the guys had packed up their things, oystein was the last to leave, “hey do you want to stick around and watch a movie or something?” jan asked oystein, “umm, no” he remembered he promised he would go to his sisters room, “sorry man i’m just tired, see you.” and oystein quickly left with his guitar case and pretended to be going out the door but in reality he went to the next floor and knocked on Y/N’s door.

she had been waiting patiently for oystein to come upstairs and when he knocked she started the bauhaus vinyl, hoping he would be impressed with her music taste.

when Y/N opened the door oysteins jaw dropped, she had changed from her pajamas and into a lacey black top and thong that was covered by a sheer robe, tied around her small waist. he couldn’t believe it, she looked so different, so beautiful and enticing, he didn’t know what to say.

“does jan know you are here?” Y/N questioned, oystein shook his head, still in disbelief, “um- can i come in?”

she let him in and he sat on the end of her bed which also was the best place to listen to the vinyl. “do you like it?” Y/N asks. “yes” oystein says smiling, he puts his hands on her waist and begins to inch upwards towards the lacey bra, his hands still over the robe. “i think it’s really sexy…” oystein says continuing, “no,” Y/N laughs taking his hands in her own and interlocking them. “i meant the vinyl, oystein.”

oystein blushed from embarrassment and arousal, “oh- yes that’s really good too.” he nods. she laughs.

she leans into him and their lips meet, his hands returning to her body as the kiss intensified. she reached under his shirt, he felt electrified when she touched his skin and peeled his shirt over his head, quickly reattaching their lips.

the gothic music blasted through the speakers, him still sitting on the bed, she backed away and he bathed in all her glory. she gave him a small tease, untieing the robe and slowly peeling it off her body, revealing her smooth pale skin that shined in the moonlight flowing through the window. the black lingerie contrasted her complexion and he had a sudden urge to strip it off her.

oystein stood from the bed quickly, pulling her in for another kiss, rubbing his large ringed fingers up and down her torso, he reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, letting out a sigh. he pulled it off her, staring for a second at her chest before grabbing her in his hands and fondling her breasts in his hands. “you are so beautiful, god you have no idea what this does to me.”

Y/N moaned at his words which only encouraged him, he latched to her neck and slurped at it like a vampire, letting his teeth graze her soft skin before sucking a hickey onto her throat. “sorry babe, your brother might get mad about that…”

she sighed, “forget about him.” she said, running her hands into his hair. he moved his lips down her body to her chest and began to suckle and kiss her breasts, Y/N continued moaning as she held his face to her, he bit down a little on her nipple causing her to flinch a little and pull oystein by the hair, but he just let out a low moan and the vibrations ran from his teeth to her bud, making her pussy wetter every second. she had to hold on to the desk so she wouldn’t collapse right there.

he got down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses down her torso. his ringed fingers pulled down her thong effortlessly. he stared at her, but then slid his finger through the folds and penetrated her hole. Y/N let out a lewd noise but oystein didn’t stop, he kept fingering her, making her moan harder and her legs feel like jelly. oystein placed a hard smack on her asscheek and then brought his lips to the clit, kissing and then sucking on it. she felt close already. “oystein!! i’m gonna- please i’m going to cum”

oystein was suprised that she was going to cum this fast but her pussy leaked all over his hand and he lapped the juices up with his tounge. he stood up and pulled her into a kiss, her cum mingling between their lips, and right then, she came on his fingers- hard, his hand was still on her ass and it held her up since her knees had completely buckled under her.

oystein took down his pants and boxers swiftly, Y/N was suprised at his length, “oystein, that won’t fit!” “i’ll be careful baby” he replies. while he took his pants off Y/N flipped the vinyl which is very important. then he was ready. he took her by the waist and pressed her back to his chest, his hard member pressed between her legs, precum was oozing from the tip of his cock. oystein sat back in the bed, right between the speakers and set Y/N on top of him, spreading her legs. “are you ready?” oystein asks gruffly in her ear, nibbling at the lobe. she nodded and he groaned and his cock twitched between her legs so she wasted no time and grabbed it. she pumped it a few times, lubing it with pre cum and her pussy juices. then she pushed him into her, his cock filled her to the brim. “oh my god,” she muttered, he continued pushing in, inch by inch. she didn’t know if she could take the feeling at first. oystein wrapped his arm around Y/N and grabbed her tit roughly, he began moving her up and down his length. “you are doing so good.” oystein praised as he began to speed up, pounding into her messy cunt. she began to moan louder, over come by the feeling. “let me hear you,” oystein says, “they can’t hear you over the music, unless you want them to you little slut.” he laughs, “yeah, i bet you would like that, if your brother came up here and walked in on his best friend pounding his innocent little virgin sister.” Y/N couldn’t respond more than pornographic moans. “i’m-im” she utters, “oystein, cum-“ she speaks and has and orgasm on oysteins cock. he reaches his other hand around her and puts his fingers deep in her throat, pulling her down on him roughly. she was gagged and fucked into oblivion, his hand squeezing her chest. her moans echoing louding through the room with bauhaus music.

oystein finished inside her, he grunted and spurted cum though her. she was oozing and when he pulled out she sighed roughly and let cum drip and bubble from her hole. oystein left a harsh slap on her ass, almost squeezing it like he was milking her pussy. the whole time serenading her with compliments and love that he had for her. “you did so good, baby, god if i knew that pussy was so good i would have gotten it in grade school.” kissing her neck.

then he left, getting a washcloth from her bathroom to clean them. he got dressed and she pulled on the robe, “are you leaving?” Y/N asks, “i’m sorry- i thought that’s what you wanted, i mean, i would have to leave early tomorrow.” oystein responds. “that’s okay,” Y/N says, “do you want to spend the night?”

oystein couldn’t believe it, it’s not like he had never slept over in the house before, he had hundreds of times, but never in your bed. he nodded and got into the bed. they kissed a couple times before he pushed her hair back and stated, “i love you,” it seemed early but they really did love eachother, and they had for years. she blushed and tried to cover her smile with her hand. “i love you, too, oystein, i never stopped once.” she states, cuddling up into oysteins chest and falling asleep.

(prt 2 here)

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

The Way That Lovers Do.

(i’m on my period and feeling a bit sad, but i was on tik tok and saw this lovely video of this couple and they looked so in love while sitting at this table ^. it inspired me to get out of my writing slump) sorry if the story is a bit unorganized, i was struggling on what to write.

it was your second date with him. he was a very sweet guy. usually, people say that opposites attract and they do, but really we look for the similarities.

when you two talk to each other it was like gazing into a whole different world. for example, his career was totally different from yours, and the stories that he would tell you about his job would be shocking enough to make your jaw drop. he was so eager to talk while you were intent with listening. you had no problem with this, he even made to effort to listen to you (which is different from your ex’s).

he was a little shy and so we’re you, being that it was your second date with him, it’s expected to feel this way. yet, his nervousness only propelled him to go on nervous rambles and very detailed stories. and like mentioned before, you throughly enjoyed them.

6:45 pm

he pulls up to your house, you swear that time was moving quicker than it usually did. so when you hear the door bell ring, you’re rushing to fit things in your tiny bag, making sure you’ve got everything you needed. ‘gum, phone, lip gloss, perfume, keys, wallet,’ you quickly check off while rushing down the stairs. the sun was setting, leaving a nice warm glow around him when you opened your front door.

“hi.. hello” he repeats nervously as if you didn’t hear him the first time.

“hello” you smile back at him. he stares at you almost as if he’s in a daze, and you stare back reciprocating the same look. he looks very very good. his style is a tad bit different from yours, color wise. you guys both made the effort to dress up on your second date. A complete contrast from your first date where you guys were dressed down (because y’all painted in the park 🤭) .

“uh, you look very very beautiful,” he says as he reaches out for your hand. “thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you smile again, looking him up and down, while giving him your hand. he smiles really hard and mumbles a thank you, while he closes your door.

when you guys reach the car, he opens the door for you like a princess, waving his hand in front in a way how chauffeurs (idek bro😭) do in fairytales. when you get inside you see him quickly walk to the drivers side and you try to reach over the console to open his door as well.

7:20 pm

upon arriving to the restaurant, you both walk in hand in hand. the smell of fresh bread and soft jazz giving you a warm welcome, the lights dimly lit and the evening sun helping light up the restaurant.

“this place is nice,” you say to him. “i’m glad you like it, i took some of my coworkers here a little while ago, it was nice and the food was good,” he replies. “they serve french cuisine here, so i figure that it would be romantic”. you smile at him and you can tell he starts to get nervous. “cause you know, like, France, heh.. Eiffel tower—,” you start to rub your thumb over his hand to calm him a little “i understand,” you laugh.

“so what did you try the last time you were here,” you ask, as you guys get settled in your seats.

“we’ll, this place is very well known for their soufflés, so last time i got the salmon and asparagus soufflé i believe.”

“hmm, i might try that”

9:05 pm

the night is going beautifully. after you both ate you decided to talk for a while. while you tell him about your drama at work, or the latest trend you saw on tick tok, he would be heavily engaged. he would keep deep eye contact with you and would have a through response and/or interesting opinions. Not only that but he was a good listener.

when you first met him, you were a bit thrown off by him. considering that you didn’t know him well enough, it was so easy to come up with assumption about him based on how he looked and what people around him said about him. but after your first date with him, you found yourself a lot more eager to learn about him, and so was he about you.

so when he starts to share his stories about his day, and he shows how he was listening to you by relating his stories to yours, or even brining up similar topics, you find yourself smiling at him (the wine isn’t helping either).

so as the night grew longer, and the conversations became deeper. you found that you guys are much alike. and although you guys are different in many ways, the main thing you have in common is you hope you guys can love each other the way that lovers do.

—

Kageyama, suga, asahi, kita (but i feel like he’s a bit more direct), goshiki, Aone, sakusa (i feel he’s a bit more direct too), Aaron T, Aaron Z, (maybe) Robaire, Iida, miguel o’hara (he wouldn’t be stuttering, but he’d be shy, i feel like he’s lowkey corny.. jus a lil bit) peter b. parker, miles (BUT LIKE OF AGE/ NO ALCOHOL!!)

[pilferingapples]

An Impromptu Ranking of Hugolian Adoptive Parental Figures

Ursus,The Man Who Laughs : I know everyone's going to want Valjean to be first place, but he's not. Ursus takes the lead not only because he's got two adopted kids, but because he does what no other dad-mom-general-adoptive-parent on the list does, and actually does the grubby hands-on work of Raising Kids. He doesn't have maids or nannies or nuns or any help; he's just a guy living in his traveling van and raising up a couple kids (who arrived at his door horribly sick and injured, even, which he manages to treat?? ) with zero support except for a literal wolf. He's honest with them and openly loving and teaches them how to survive in their own time and society. Too bad about the kids existing in a really bleak Hugo novel, but you did great, Ursus. 10/10.

Jean Valjean, Les Miserables: He loves Cosette SO much and tries SO hard! Second place only because (1) during the convent years, he sees Cosette for one hour a day , and while that limitation is definitely not his ideal choice,it does mean he's just not the constant primary caregiver the way Ursus is and (3) More Trauma means More Problems, and especially So Many Communications Issues. Plus a really really misguided faith in the importance of attaining bourgeoisdom. IDEK , man. Heroic efforts, heroic failures, 18/18 Napoleonic Antithesis Points maybe?

Lethierry, Toilers of the Sea: a decent normal guy raising his niece, who has very normal 19C Dad Faults-- too much trust in stereotyped gender roles, and too much focus on his job at the expense of his domestic life. Absolute middle of the road, not heroic as a parent but also doesn't do anything that makes me go "holy shit NO , dude" . He's just a humanly flawed but caring parental figure. 5/10 complete middle of the road

Cimourdain, Ninety-Three: Listen I LIKE Cimourdain. I respect his whole narrative arc. I think he's probably the most interesting character in the novel. But he loses Parenting Points for (1) not being the primary hands-on caregiver for large chunks of his adopted kid's life and (2) uh. the whole. the thing where he kills his adopted kid. There are circumstances yes I know but still . If you are directly responsible for the death of your kid you are going to lose points in the parenting games. That's just how it is. 4/4 with full symbolic meaning of the number.

Frollo, Notre Dame de Paris: HOLY SHIT NO, DUDE.

Semi-adopted THREE kids and TWO died horribly and he directly threatened the life of the last one. Even before then he's not a GREAT parent, largely leaving the raising of his sort-of sons up to others, locking one up in a single building, letting another fall into addiction, and the third go starving and homeless on the streets. So it's already not doin' great but arguably he's Trying?

But then he wants to bang a teenager, and decides they're all expendable. Absolute worst reason for the absolute worst parenting decisions. 8/8 you ARE the Fatalité , dude, look within and quit blaming your issues on teenagers.

Honorable Mentions: Radoub, Ninety-Three: gets the "like a mother" comparison, goes through a firefight for his adopted kids, stays sweet and cheerful and soft around the babies to the end. Gets set here because he's NOT an adoptive single parent, he's actually co-parenting with the kids' birth mom and they are delightful platonic parenting partners. We wish you, Michelle, and the kids all the best , Radoub! Good job getting out of your novel without killing anyone you love!

Gavroche, Les Miserables: OK he only manages to adopt the momes for an evening, and for an adult I'd be docking All The Points for that, but for an unparented 12 year old he is doing GREAT. He even kept looking for them afterwards! The biggest and most sincere You Tried star for you, Gavroche, it's not your fault you're all getting atomized hard enough to explode a barricade.

Dishonorable Mentions:

Gillenormand, Les Miserables : If you're gonna hold a kid as a financial hostage and destroy his dad's life because the kid's soooooo important to you, you might also try making sure that kid has any way to know that you actually give a damn about him? Maybe at least don't beat him with sticks? Legos be under your feet forever, Gillenormand!

The Slaveowner Uncle in Bug Jargal : absolutely perish

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hello! So I have this request. Imagine Tommy has a daughter who's very cocky and isn't afraid to argue with anyone. It doesn't matter if you're 2 or 50, and she's her to be a teenager. ( preferably 13 ) If you can, and want to, of course. ( this is my first time asking for a request, and I'm so nervous, Idek why )

Hey Love,

This request is awesome! Thanks for trusting me with it! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Kidnapping / peaky themes

Tommy felt his vision start to swim and the words on the phone became inaudible. The man hung up the phone and he knew he needed to move. These feelings uncovered old wounds. That time he had to rescue Charlie when he was just a small boy. He got one kid back and he could do it again. 

He pulled himself together and immediately without thought sought out Arthur who was sitting at his desk reading the paper. 

“He’s taken her hostage.” The words barely made it out of Tommy's mouth. 

“Told you that would happen,” Arthur grumbled but Tommy could see the pain and fear in his eyes. “JOHNNY!” Arthur called out over his shoulder into the back room.

“Again!” John said running his hand through his hair. “Fuck.” 

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You were not very comfortable in the trunk of the car. Something you felt your capture needed to understand. They had not taken your criticism and had begun to ignore you. 

You weren't entirely sure they could hear you up front with the engine turned on and everything. If there was a small chance they could hear you, you were going to take it. 

You started singing God Save the King at an ungodly volume. Why that song? You didn't know. But you were sure it would annoy the piss out of anyone in earshot. 

You mentally counted every turn the car took. Trying to make a map of how to get back to school, back to safety. You sang so loud your lungs and throat burned. 

Eventually, the car came to an abrupt stop. Clearly done so your body would roll around in the trunk. You let out a little scream then lay still. 

Somewhere in your mind, you realized they could have driven to the river. Maybe they would open the trunk and shoot you immediately then dump your body. 

Jesus and the last song you would have been singing was God Save the King. Fuck, that’s not how you wanted things to end. 

The trunk opened and thankfully no one had any weapons drawn. The men looked weathered though you were happy to see they were enjoying your company. 

“Who the fuck taught you to drive.” You looked at the man with the keys in his hand. “Jesus Christ you suck.” 

“Look here you little twerp. Shut your mouth.” He grabbed your arm shaking your whole frame. “And keep it shut. Tight.” 

You felt that lovely sense of rage cloud all of your senses and leaned into the man's face. Your eyes were wide and you knew that he knew just where those icy blue orbs came from. 

“Make me.” You said softly. You could feel the discomfort run through the man. He didn’t want to be here, he was holding you for ransom no doubt. The reluctance to follow through with any violence was clear in his features. He gave the man next to him a look. 

“Get her in the fucking building.” The other man ordered avoiding your gaze. They moved you into the abandoned warehouse and sat you on a chair.

“Look at the two of you!” You said as they bound your body with rope. “Real classy people. I’m sure your mothers are very proud.” 

The man rolled his eyes. 

“Stuck with a couple of real winners.” You could see the man's jaw tick and you decided to simmer down a little. You needed to think up a plan. 

“So do you believe in God then?” You asked and he sat down in the chair across from you. A bright light turned on overhead and you realized with a spark in your eye that they were going to interrogate you. 

“I’ll be asking the questions here.” The man said in a sturdy voice. 

“That hardly seems like fun. I’ll trade you a question for a question. How bout that?” The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Told you we should have taken the boy instead.” The man standing in the shadows said. 

“Charlie. Great man. Great brother. You want to know why he is such an excellent -” 

“No. What I want to know is why your dad stole from Mr. Crowe.” 

“Mr. Crowe, he sounds ominous. If I were writing a book I’d definitely make him the villain.” You tried to look around at all the exits. “What did my dad steal?” 

“Money and a shipment of drugs headed for New York.” 

“Doesn't sound like my dad. He’s a politician, a man of the government.” You explained. “Have you ever been to New York?” 

The man slapped his hand down on the table next to him. You wanted to avoid listening to more boring threats so you plowed on. 

“I have thought about going to New York, but America seems so dull. Their art is sooo boring. Do you like art?” You asked him honestly. 

“No.” 

“Really? You strike me as a man of higher education.” You smiled like a cat. “Surely there must be an artist or era you like. Everyone likes art.” 

“Shut up.” He growled. “Just shut up.” 

“Well, I don't know if you know this, but I just turned 13. You know what that means?” You looked at both men. “Means dating, and while I’m here I might as well practice small talk.” 

Both men let out a groan and one of them came over and landed a blow across your cheek. You could feel the fear radiating off of him as if God himself had told him what the cost of hitting one of Thomas Shelby’s kids was.

“My aunt hits harder.” You sneered. “Now you're not art people, that’s fine. How do you feel about sports then? You gamble?” You prattled on. Even if they did kill you, you wanted the satisfaction of annoying them.

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Tommy negotiated with the man, sending him to an empty shipping yard. He didn't steal any drugs or money. Stuff like that was so far behind him that it was almost laughable. His daughter being held captive was not laughable. 

Alfie came up from London to storm the building with him. Alfie’s extra men went with Arthur and John to ambush the men going to the shipping yard. The whole thing was unbelievably stupid on Mr. Crowe’s part but he would meet the consequences nonetheless. 

As they parked outside the warehouse Tommy painfully waited until the rest of the men had the building surrounded. He knew better than to run head-first into traps these days. 

“No, see that’s where you're wrong. The issue is far more complicated than workers' rights. The aspect of the government being heavily involved in the lives of the people -” 

He followed the sound of your voice and found you tied to a chair with a large white light shining down on you. Two men looked possibly exhausted and frustrated. She prattled on about her views on Communism and shot down their defenses easily. 

“Not to late to leave her here mate.” Alfie joked and Tommy gave him an icy glare. He watched your eyes dart towards where they stood in the shadows. He saw the bruise forming on your cheek. 

Alfie wasn't in a joking mood anymore. 

“Boys I hate to change the subject as we were getting close to some interesting ideas. But we should move this back to religion. If you have one, I think you should make your peace.” They gave her a confused look. 

Tommy watched as Alfie went to untie you letting him start to have his way with the two men. 

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“Put me down.” You growled. Alfie placed you down on the wet concrete in front of the building. 

“Not exactly a warm welcome.” He said looking at your cheek with anger in his eyes. 

“You suggested leaving me there!” 

“I just put 100 men on this mission to get you back, love. Leaving you there wasnt an option.” He answered easily 

“Then why did you say it.” Your eyes narrowed at him. He was your favorite person to argue with other than your dad. 

“I just thought it was funny that even when kidnapped you don't shut up.” 

“Do you want me to shut up?” A slight bit of hurt washed into your tone. 

“You wouldn't be my favorite niece if you did.” He ruffled the hair on your head and you were grateful he helped your dad.

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“So I started a re-read of the old testament.”

He let out a groan. 

Lizzie cried and threw her arms around you when you walked into the front door. You fought back your own tears as the reality of the situation hit you. Her embrace melted away all the anger that held you together. 

It was just you and her as your dad had to make phone calls to sort out the rest of the conflict. The tears started and she helped you upstairs to your room. 

“I just argued the whole time. I don't know why I’m crying now.” You tried to wipe your tears on the back of your hand. 

“Because you're still a girl at the end of the day.” Lizzie shrugged and helped you get into the bath. 

“Well, it’s stupid and I am not stupid.” You said trying again to stop the tears. 

“Darling, there is nothing stupid about your ability to feel. It’s what makes you exceptional.” She placed your robe and pajamas on the counter before leaving to give you some space. 

You got yourself sorted and were happy that the house was mostly empty. You stuffed yourself between your parents on the couch in the study. 

Your dad’s arm wrapped around you and you felt him hold on to you tightly.

[blonde-tori-spring555]

as promised, here is one of my tori spring stories

(please tell me what u think, because idek if i like it)

“Charlie, I'm going to the shops soon. Do you need anything?” I yelled from the top of the stairs, “Tori, I know you're going on a date with Michael” Charlie replied from the living room, so calmly it confused me if it was actually a date. It isn't a date. I look at myself in the mirror in my room one last time, it feels strange, I feel…put together. What i mean is i spent at least 30 minutes trying to figure out what to wear, from what i've heard, what i've ‘been through’ to figure out what to wear, is ‘perfectly normal’, first i layed out around four options on what to wear, and when I couldn't decide I asked Charlie, which he responded with “where are you even going” and “i don’t know, why does it matter” so I kicked him out and took all my clothes out in panic, and threw them around the room, then I sat on my floor and cried, then told myself I was being an idiot, did my makeup, and put on some jeans, a white shirt, a black hoodie (which actually fitted me instead of being oversized and/or one of Michael) and some white converse, that I stole off Charlie a couple years ago, to be honest I look the same, but whatever.

I took the bus to the ice skating place Michael went to, he said we could skate together after he's done training, I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't even know how to skate, I haven't since I was a kid. This isn't a date.

I walk inside, he's still training, so I sit in the stands and wait. If this isn't a date, then why am I so nervous? Maybe this is a date, maybe Michael intends it to be a date. Shit this is a date isn't it, no surely not, Michael isn’t my boyfriend, he isn't, so this surely isn't a date.

“Tori!'' I look up and snap out of my thoughts, Michael smiling widely and waving at me from the rink, I smile back, “is that a smile I see Victoria '' he gasps dramatically, I roll my eyes and try not to laugh. I'm blushing. I walk down the stairs and meet with him, and he gleams at me and smiles largely making him look almost insane and cute at the same time, “what?” I ask, “nothing, nothing, you just-” he looks me up and down, not in a sexual way but in a way almost to fully look at me, if that makes sense, “oh my god u looks so cute!” he says in the loudly excitable way, like a child getting a new toy, he quickly takes off his skates and runs up to me and hugs me, almost lifting me off the ground, its probably because of our height difference, he’s alot taller, “i look the same” I reply bluntly, still being held, “yeah, but your… ughhhhh, your so fucking pretty” he nuzzles his face into my neck, gives it a quick kiss, then quickly walks away as if regretting, he opens his mouth to say something, probably to say sorry, but I quickly beat him to it by saying “so we gonna skate now or…?” he looks at me, closes his mouth, half forces a smile “yeah sure” he goes and grabs me some skates, hands them to me and sits down to put his own on, I sit next to him, “just so you know imma be shit at this” he looks and me and laughs softly “I thought so, that's why i’m here to help” I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks back.

We’re now on the ice, well michael is, i’m standing at the entrance scared to death, “if I die this is all your fault” I glare at him “i’m sure you wont die” he laughs, “i’m fucking serious” I try not to laugh, he holds my hands as I walk onto the ice, to my surprise I dont immediately fall. I force him to hold onto me as we skate, or well he drags me. We laugh and smile and talk and fall, eventually we finish, and we're sore and tired and loki kinda wet, but it was fun. It's still not a date though.

“Are you just going home now or?” he looks at me, he seems understanding, “yeah probably, I told my parents I would be home soon so” i say not looking at him “ok” he nods understandingly “I don't ever really do though” I say still not looking at him, “what?” he asks confused, I realise im not making sense “sorry…ummm, if you don't want me to go now we can just hang around for a bit longer” he looks at me and smiles “if you want” I nod back, i’m blushing, i'm not sure why, he doesn't ask if my parents will be mad, he knows i don't care, anymore at least.

We just sorta sit and talk for a while, after a bit we fall into silence, it's a comfortable silence, it's never really awkward around him, after a minute or so I break it, “don’t you think it's strange that everyone thinks we're dating, just because they saw us kiss once” I look at him, he looks back “their just hopeless romantics'' he replies, “your starting to sound like me” I joke, he laughs back, “that kiss…” I say, we’ve talked about it before, we’ve decided it was a heat of the moment sorta thing, we’ve kissed a few times since. not in that way. He looks at me, for context when I bring it up its the only way my fucking autistic brain can ask for a kiss, he leans in and says “no ones here and no one cares” I put my hands on his face and kiss him, its a normal kiss, not a gross one were u taste eachothers mouths, its just normal, it doesnt last long, but it's long enough.

We part and he rests his forehead on mine, he's looking at me, I keep my eyes closed. I hate eye contact, it makes me wanna die. I finally open my eyes to look at his blue and green ones, he still hasn’t put his glasses back on, his blue eye isn't as bright as my blue eyes, he even jokes that when he doesn't have his glasses on, it's the main thing he can see on my face. For context he's like nearly blind in his blue eye and his eyesight is shit in general. He kisses my forehead. We stayed like that for a bit.

He walks me home, I chose not to take the bus, everytime i’m on one that isn't for school there is usually a random old man eyeing me. I hate men. We get to my house, I don't invite him in, I already know my mum is pissed at me, I'm an hour and 23 minutes late to what time I said I should be home, Michael doesn't need to see her yell, he’ll probably think she's crazy or some shit. I give him a kiss goodbye and walk into my house.

“Your late Victoria” I hear my mum say from the kitchen, she's not even looking at me, Charlie and Ollie both turn and look at me, their playing mario kart, Charlie nods at me then unpaused the game and they both continue to play, “so what were you and michael doing to make you an hour and a half late” my mum raises her eyebrow, my dads head shoots up, oh i'm in for a lovely talk, “victoria this is just unacceptable, the least you could do is call me and say that your going to be late, but here we are, worried sick” my mum guilt trips “yeah but even calling wouldn't of been enough would it” I say, it wasn’t aggressive just pointing out the obvious, “loose that tone” my mum snaps, “what tone” i scoff, “tori, me and your mum think it's inappropriate for you to be hanging out with a boy and coming home exceedingly late and in clothes that are very obviously his” my dad says trying to calm the situation, and for fucks sake that ain't happening, “first of all michael isn’t my boyfriend, second of all your talking about him like he’s in his 30s, and third of all why do you both even think im late” i sorta shout, but its still quiet so Charlie and Ollie can’t hear, “tori your too young to be having…hanky panky” my dad says, oh im in for a treat, in my head i plan to say something like ‘he’s not my boyfriend’ or ‘stop saying hanky panky’ but it comes out more like…”OH YOUR ONE TO FUCKING TALK!” don’t regret it though, if you don't know my parents had me barely a 2 years after they met and got together, my mum finished her english lit course only 2 months before I was born, she had to drop out of a lot but her parents were happy she at least finished the minimum, anyway she had me and my dad was still studying in uni so we went and lived in cambridge where my dad studied, when i was 4 months old my mum got pregnant again, with charlie, he was born like a month early, but so was i, we were both pretty much fine, my dad never wanted to rush into marriage, my mum didn't mind, but i think when you get your girlfriend pregnant twice it's kinda the deal. Ok sorry that just sounds weird. My parents got married when I was 3 and Charlie was 2. My dad looks at me, clearly unsure what to say, my mum is clearly trying not to say something she's gonna regret later, so i just walk away.

I’m not really sure how long it had been since that ‘argument’ but after a bit charlie knocked on my door, i let him in and we cuddled in my bed for a bit, “i heard what you said” he eventually says “did ollie?” i reply, “no, i don't think so” he responds, i nod, “the funny thing is your right” he chuckles, i laugh softly back, “its weird how people look at us and don't realise” i say, “i know right like i was casually talking about it to Sarah and she was in pure shock!” Charlie laughs, Sarah is Nick's mum, she's nice, i like her. We just laugh for a bit and at some point Charlie falls asleep in my arms and I start to drift off too. to be honest it's the best sleep I've had in a long time.

I don't really remember my childhood, it was normal i guess, the funny thing is that majority of the memories i have include charlie, which yeah like he’s my brother, but what i mean is their special, like my main happy memories, charlie and i have been through everything together, like when i got my first period when i was 9 my mum was at some baby appointment since she had just had ollie and i thought i was dying so for some reason instead of going to my dad i went to my little brother, obviously he didn't know what was happening to me so he just held me and cuddled me as i cried, my dad eventually found us and comforted me until my mum came home, and when he came out to us, he had blurted it out one dinner when he was 13 and run to his room before anyone could react, i ran after him and held him and talked to him and told him how proud i was and how much i loved him, and when i was like 6 i decided i wanted to run away, i don't remember why i just did, and my 5 year old little brother asked if he could come with me and so i said yes and we attempted to camp out on our trampoline we had growing up (our grandparents gave it to us or something) and eventually we got to cold and went inside and my parents said we could all stay up and watch a movie but im pretty sure we fell asleep in like 15 minutes. To be honest the list goes on and on, and now that I think about it I realise why people think we’re twins. I know it's total bullshit, but you know what I mean, like for a good 3 or 4 years growing up we were the same height. The thing is charlie will always be mine, he was mine first and biologically we will always be together, i would do anything for him, i would for either of my brothers, i would kill for them no questions asked, i would die for them, i would lie for them and i will always protect them. My parents used to always say that was my job as the older sibling, and it's funny because it’s true, but I could choose not to, but I want to, it's a habit, it's a need. For a long time i always thought i only felt that way about my brothers, that was until michael came into my life and nick really became part of our family, i mean it will always be a different kind of love, but i would still do anything for them. No questions asked.

I eventually actually fall asleep holding Charlie, as if it's a habit, I wake up at what has to be a decent hour for someone who has slept in, (it was around 10:30) I wake up still holding Charlie and ollie curled next to me like a kitten, they're both still asleep, but clearly about to wake up, I just lie there for a while longer, savoring it like it's the last time it will be this way, even if it probably isn't. The boys wake up around 5 minutes after I do. Nick and Michael come over, and we just sit and watch movies all day, and play Mario kart, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I could get used to this, I love these boys, all in different ways, but yet the same, listen I am aware I probably sound like I'm reminiscing on my deathbed right now, but when you have lived a shit life like me and have seen things a person should never have to see, whether a child or a teenager, or even an adult, you treasure moments like this, my parents are still home, their just doing their own thing, them seem happy, they definitely talked about what I had said, I don't care, if they wanted to punish me they would’ve by now.

Right now high school musical is playing due to Nick and Michael learning ollie has never watched it and they apparently must educate him and their dancing and singing around the room together and me and charlie are sitting on the couch admiring it all. I kiss his cheek and he smiles at me. I love my boys.

But Nick should probably stop encouraging ollie to dance on the coffee table before someone gets told off or hurt.

(Please tell me what u think, I also might change it slightly since it does include things that barley make sense, but I hope u enjoyed x)