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sillygooseun · 1 year

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okay so since i haven’t posted much recently, i have a lot to share bc i’m. Like That™️ :D

anyway so i work at a small newspaper stand and occasionally they’ll let me edit or write pieces for the article! anyway, the other day, i was talking to one of my coworkers (omg i sound so adult) about hair dye/styles, and how different hairstyle/hair color means you’re often treated differently. (basically this post here) and our editor happened to walk by and here some of what i was saying, and he goes “Hey, you’re really passionate about that. I like it! Write this down, because even if it doesn’t make it into the paper, I want it in my office.” so of course i was all like “Okay! I’ll get right to it then!” so anyway i just thought that since i shared that post i wanted to also share what i wrote (it didn’t end up in the paper, but he actually pinned it on his wall!!! i’m so so proud!)

WARNING IT IS REALLY LONG SO DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THROUGH A LONG ARTICLE!!!

Hair dye. One of the many wonders of our world. You can look the way you want, because you have the power to choose. I’ve always loved the idea of dyeing my hair, and I’ve been dyeing it since i was 13 years old. Something that I’ve learned along the way is that people tend to treat you differently based on your hair color. A lot of people like to say the phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Except for the fact that a lot of the time, the people saying this are only saying it for their benefit. It is an intrinsically human behaviour to judge and feel judged. Now, you may be reading this going “Well, that’s only some people, because I would never judge anyone!” But thats where you’re wrong, and you know it. When we see other people, oftentimes our first thought is something bad. For example; “She should get a nose job,” or “That color does not look good on her.” We all judge people, even if we don’t realise it, because we live in a society where it’s normal to do so. But if you don’t think judging people is a horrible thing to do, I’m sure you’re going to be convinced by the end of this article.

I’ve been pushed around all my life. By bigger, older people, by boys, by girls, by adults. And I’ve never felt as though it was a bad thing, because I was told that every kid my age goes through it. But when I found out this wasn’t true, I was furious. Rage can feel different sometimes, and this time it felt like betrayal. It also felt sad, and cruel. I couldn’t help but think, “Why didn’t they just tell me? Why didn’t they do anything?” I know now that they couldn’t. Or, perhaps “wouldn’t” is a better choice of word. When I found out that I was being pushed around more than others, I felt out of place, and unnatural. A month after I had turned 13, I decided to dye my hair a bright purple color. I was treated 10 times worse than I had been with my natural, brunette hair. So I continued to dye my hair every color under the sun, when I realised that it was useless. At 14, I dyed my hair platinum blonde. I was treated better than I was before. My hair grew out, and I kept it blonde until I was 16. I felt more confident, less unsure of who I am, or where my place was. But everyone seemed to put me in this box. My male teachers started dumbing down subjects for me when I asked a question. Boys at school (whom I’ve known for years) started telling me I couldn’t play football with them. I was told that I “dont even know who that is” when wearing a sports jersey. I got tired of being talked to as if I’m stupid and worthless.

My mom is someone who I’ve always been close to, always looked up to. My mom has red hair, and when I was 16, I dyed my hair the same shade as hers. As you should know, girls are a little more matured at 16. Well, a 16 year old with red hair is apparently a target for older men. I was stared at by men twice my age at the gas station, the grocery store, and I was suddenly more liked by boys at school. At the time I had thought it was a normal thing, that all girls go through this. When I was talking to my friend about it I realised this was something that wasn’t happening to her. I was confused, and angry with myself for not realising. I let the red fade out of my hair, and gave it some time to go back to its natural color.

My hair healed from the chemicals in the hair dye. I was not treated as bad as I was with colored hair, not talked to as dumb as I was with blonde hair, and not sexualised the way I was with red hair. I could simply be, and that was enough for a while. Until I got bored of being normal, and dyed it again. I was called “an attention seeker” by classmates, friends, and even family. I’ve learned now to ignore them, because even though my hair is different, I’m not. I want anyone with dyed hair to know that you are still you. Unless you’re not. Some people are changing and some aren’t, and that’s okay! I’m 17 now, with green hair, and suddenly I’m “cool” and “edgy.” I don’t care what people think I am, because I know who I am. And I hope that you, dear reader, can also someday know what it’s like to know who you are.

#my writing #hair dye #dyed hair #newspaper #empowerment #let me know if this is good i wanna be a journalist and this is the closest i can get for now :)#so someone tell me how i did thanks!#ALSO feel free to comment on any errors in grammar/spelling/punctuation that you notice!!!

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hanmasghost · 2 years

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“The Sweethearts Together Again”

Please read my pinned post before requesting

Authors words:

I tried- I’m a lil’ all over the place so I’m sorry if this isn’t what you expected, also I wrote the first half while I was on the verge of passing out, sorry abt that^^;

Pronouns: He/Him

Tags: @reallyromealone

Warning(s): de*th, dissociation, not proof read

Shinichiro had never expected his life to me going well. At least that’s what he told his husband.

They had been highschool sweethearts.

They were practically inseparable, no force could pull them apart, not completely anyways.

{Reader}, Shinichiro’s husband, had full on moved his tattooing business down near where Shinichiro’s shop was.

Why? Because Shinichiro complained that no matter how fast his motorcycle was, he couldn’t ever get to {Reader}’s work fast enough to share their lunch break together.

Hell! When Shinichiro was still the leader of the Black Dragons they were called “The Sweethearts” why you ask? People had given them the nickname as whenever fights happened, or anyone tried to overthrow Shinchiro, {Reader} was always there protecting him telling others “to get to him, you have to get through me” and afterwards people would watch as Shinichiro coddled him and babied the male. Sometimes Shinichiro would cheer {Reader} on if he seemed to be losing spirit, and in an instant, it’s almost like the males spirit had never left, he became stronger.

They were each other’s strengths, and that much was obvious. Hence why “The Sweethearts” became a much feared name among gangs.

So when Shinichiro died?

{Reader} was heartbroken. Shattered.

He felt utterly useless.

The one time he wasn’t there, something tragic happened.

He was going to kill whoever took his other half away. That was until he found out it was one of his brother-in-law’s friends.

He couldn’t kill a kid.

So he remained heartbroken. Quitting his job, and staying home, only ever leaving to go take care of Mikey and Emma or to get groceries.

Though after a few years, watching as Mikey, his in-law, his brother, lose himself into the abyss, is when he finally snapped out of it.

He thought he was taking care of Mikey all these years, when really he was just a shell of a person whom Mikey was taking care of.

It hit him hard.

Emma was dead.

Mikey wasn’t himself.

He didn’t succeed at taking care of them.

He failed Shinichiro.

That’s when he decided to start doing so.

He’d start taking care of Mikey like he should of been all these years. Emma is gone, and he’ll live with that guilt, but hopefully she’s enjoying her time in the after life, if there’s an after life.

That’s exactly what he did.

He started getting Mikey to write in journals, talk to a specialist, made him his favorite foods, had Mikey rediscover his interests.

Everything was going great.

Mikey was more of a human being now, he talked to people, played video games, wrote. All kinds of things.

He also seemed to have a very well paying job, he had a nice fancy house, which he shared with {Reader}, as {Reader} was taking care of him, and tons of nice things most people didn’t have.

Everything was… perfect.

Just as it was before.

That was until {Reader} got sick.

——

It was hard for Mikey.

Being happy and spending time with his brother, his only family, and switching up to a cold blooded gang member, a murder, with zero self control.

And once his brother became ill? He couldn’t do it anymore. He had to tell him about Bonten. The one thing Mikey wanted to avoid for as long as he could.

He was afraid {Reader} would be upset, curse at him, shun the help Mikey offered. So when {Reader} just.. accepted.. just accepted that Mikey was in a gang, along with everything else, he was shocked, but happy nonetheless. It just made it easier to help his brother and make sure he was taken care of.

And that’s what happened.

Mikey got personal doctors, who made you take tests which he was not to be apart of, or told what they were about.

He thought he’d be able to secure your health and well being, that was until the doctors came and told him {Reader} had [REDACTED] which currently had no known cure.

Mikey panicked.

He couldn’t lose the last living family he had. He just couldn’t.

He hired, and threatened, many people who he thought would be able to help keep {Reader} alive and find a cure.

——

Bonten executives watched as their boss, who rarely showed emotion towards them and others, dote and almost cry from stress over this man. They asked him what they could do, and tried comforting him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t accept their help. He didn’t care he was possibly going insane, he would do anything to make sure his brother was okay.

It was going well, besides Mikey on the brink of losing his shit. {Reader} was stabilized, that’s all that mattered.

——

“Hey.. Mikey?” {Reader} called out to the male who was sitting in a chair next to his bed.

Looking up, Mikey acknowledged his brother with a soft “hm?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I spent most of our time together distanced and heartbroken due to Shin.. Shinichiro’s death.. and I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to make up those years of distance to you.” Reaching his hand up to his chest where he gripped the itchy clothing he wore.

“What are you talking about—“

“I’m afraid.. I won’t be able to make up for those years where I wasn’t really there.. I just wish… just maybe… I could… maybe, just maybe, have taken care of you kids better.. and honor Shinichiro.. but instead I failed him. I failed.. to take care of you guys.”

Mikey sat in shock, what the hell were you talking about? Not really being there? Failed Shinichiro?

“I’m supposed to be your family, and take care of you, but now.. you’re like me… dissociated with life, knowing you’re there but not feeling like you are.. feeling as if your body isn’t your own as you watch yourself do things, good and bad… I failed.. to take care of you, I’m sorry.”

He knew deep down this would happen, but why.. why did it have to be so soon? You didn’t even make it to 40.

Mikey only heard static as he stared into your cold, unblinking eyes.

And for the first time in years, Manjiro Sano, cried. Now having officially lost his only living family member.

——

{Reader} stopped dreaming after Shinichiro died. Both ambition and sleep wise.

So last night, when he dreamed about seeing Shinichiro, holding his hand, and waking up after a “see you soon” he knew. He knew he was gonna die soon.

And a few hours before midnight is when he felt it. He felt his soul start to leave his body.

So before it turned twelve, he decided to apologize to Mikey.

Apologize to him for not taking care of him as Shinichiro would have. Apologizing about how he wasn’t able to honor Shinichiro’s death and wishes.

He knew the 28 year old man would be confused. He didn’t necessarily have the time to explain to him, so, with what he knew would be his last breath as he felt his heart stop, he apologized one last time.

Body numb, his vision and thoughts blank.

Then he was met with the sweet and loving calls of his name.

Shinichiro.

He was finally… finally back with his missing piece. He was.. free.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x male reader #tokyo rev x reader #shinichiro x reader #manjiro sano angst

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fantasy-anatomy-analyst · 2 years

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Anyway despite my efforts I'm still jobless and I'm trying to get my various subscriptions cancelled to help cut my expenses but oh boy do streaming services make this Difficult.

I really really need more money fast. I'm getting paid soon for a dog sitting gig but it's only going to pull me out of the negative. I'm literally supposed to cover groceries for my house next week and I'm in the hole. I might have some art commissions coming, but they wwont cover groceries. I hate to keep asking my parents to stretch their own monthly budget to help me out, but they're the only steady help I have.

My patreon is kinda dead, I got real tired of trying to make extra content just for something no one is really looking at. My attempt at youtube flopped hard because my laptop just cant handle the extra power drain of timelapse recording software and it overheats too fast and I cant even afford a decent timelapse recording software or good sound equipment, so I just end up with grainy videos and a generic free music soundtrack. Its boring, it's too much extra effort, I know I cant build up a decent enough following to make that profitable.

So I'm gonna try to make a new commissions page soon, maybe that will help. My ko-fi page is linked in my pinned post and I have tips turned on, if anyone wants to help support me so I can keep doing what I do. Thanks

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blu-archer · 3 years

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Sharing is Caring?

Just some more AU sickness because why not?

snz based

Sickie: Tae - mild Jimin

Caretaker: Jimin [kind of?]

m/m [squinting at Yoonmin] and mentions of what I’m poorly portraying as ace. I’ve never tried to write about it before so forgive any misrepresentation please..

anyway...

Apart of this little universe; Flower shop and Bakery au

This piece mostly felt like me rambling, but it was kind of fun so I’m posting it.. sorry for any errors

Taehyung sniffled as discretely as possible as he wondered through the isles of the large supermarket, doing his best to avoid people even though he had made sure to grab a face mask before leaving the apartment to avoid spreading his germs. Technically they could be considered Jimin’s germs… but he wasn’t one to blame his platonic soulmate.

After all, they lived together. This outcome was inevitable.

So he hovered awkwardly through the store trying to move as quickly as possible by grabbing immediate necessities rather than the usual browsing of the shelves. And after the desperate sneezes that had surprised him by the canned foods and had kicked his headache into 5th gear, he wanted nothing more than to already be at home and back in bed.

The photographer paused a bit away from the freezer holding the ready-made meals – something that had become a must-have for the pair if they wanted to survive living together – waiting for the few people there to finish before he made his own snatch. He blinked lazily at the rows of boxes that he could just barely make out. He would have to grab a few, they hadn’t done ‘grocery’ shopping for the month and it had come back to bite them. The few supplies he’d gotten days before had dwindled to nothing in a blink of an eye. He’d woken up that morning looking for food so he could take his next dose of medication and had been met with a small portion of days old take out from the noodle place down the street and what was left of the soup Jimin’s boss had dropped off for him after he’d called in sick.

And Tae was getting really tired of soup, despite only being on his second day of feeling like warm death.

So he had taken the courageous, probably mildly stupid, step to go shopping. They needed more tissues anyway, and he didn’t really know anyone in the area that well yet despite having moved a few months ago so it’s not like he could make a plea for help.

Jimin had been thoroughly knocked out in his bed with a mound of extra blankets that hadn’t moved from their place since Yoongi had put them there after bringing the smaller man home from work the day before. So Taehyung had just scribbled a brief note and pinned it onto his door so that Jimin would know where he was if the slim chance of the elder waking up did actually happen.

A gap formed as a couple broke away from the freezer and Tae swiftly slipped in front of it, muffling a cough into his arm before he made a move to slide open the glass top. Taehyung was jolted from his actions as something – a body, definitely a small body – crashed into his legs, immediately reaching out with one hand to steady the child that wobbled upon impact even though his own balance wavered drastically. Thank god for fast reflexes, if he hadn’t dropped his basket and rested his hand on the freezer then he probably would’ve fallen straight on his ass. That would have been almost as embarrassing as the canned food isle incident just minutes before. This day just wasn’t getting better.

He had just barely looked down at the small boy who had almost caused his next disaster when his foggy attention was dragged away to the next rapidly approaching figure.

“Sehjoon!” An exasperated voice snapped before the small boy was pulled from Tae’s weak grasp. “I’m so sorry, he’s wild. Did he-“The man’s eye widened a bit and then he smiled, losing some of the tension in his body. “Its Taehyung, right? Jimin’s new roommate?”

Tae blinked, nodding slowly although he couldn’t really be considered ‘new’ since a few months had already passed, and it wasn’t the first time that he’d shared a space with Jimin. The man looked familiar, and he clearly knew who he was, which meant he was probably one of Jimin’s friends from work. Taehyung tried not to feel too bad about not remembering whose name went with which face, he was often busy with his own work when Jimin would tell him about what happened during his working hours, so he couldn’t be expected to remember too many details. It was a similar situation when he tried to explain to Jimin the different editing terms while trying to perfect whatever photos he had done. He couldn’t count the numbers of times he’d just watched his best friends eyes glaze over with some familiar vague nodding.

“I’m Hoseok, we met a while back when you first moved here.”

The man seemed to ooze happiness as he picked the boy up to rest him on his hip. Taehyung shuffled on his feet. He was a little unsure of what to say next. Usually he didn’t struggle with making conversation, but his head felt like it was filled with cotton, he couldn’t be faulted for this flaw of character right now.

“Sorry,” Hoseok chuckled, rubbing at his neck with his free hand. “Jimin speaks about you all the time and even Jungkook and Jin mention you every once it in a while, it kind of feels like I know you.”

“Uh…oh. Yeah. Jimin speaks about you a lot too.” Tae replied, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. His voice coming out deeper and with the beginnings of the congestion he’d hoped wouldn’t come so soon in the day. He cleared his throat in hopes that it would help. “The florist, right? With Yoongi?”

It clearly didn’t help.

Hoseok’s smile faltered, turning more sympathetic. As if he had quickly pieced the obvious together.

“Yeah, that’s me.” He shifted the boy on his hip when small hands grappled to be let down. Hoseok dropped his smile for a moment to give a stern look of disapproval that seemed to work like a spell over the boy as he went silent and placid in the mans hold. “I’m sorry about Sehjoon here. My sister asked me to look after him for the day and I think she both underestimates my babysitting capabilities and overestimates her sons behaviour. I was actually sent out of work for a bit because Yoongi needed a break from this level of chaos… Hey, he didn’t hurt you or anything right?”

“Oh, no. No.” Tae gave a croaky laugh that irritated his throat. It already felt rough from the amount of coughing he’d done during the night and it appeared that he was nowhere close to being done with that. Turning away, he coughed deeply into his arm, twisting away despite wearing a mask, and winced at the spark of pain that had shot into him. God, he was so over this cold. “Sorry. He barrelled into me, but he would probably be at more risk of hurting himself than me. Has a hard head though. Definitely able to knock some people out with that.”

That brought a bubble of sudden laughter from the other man that left Tae slightly bemused and yet, it was an odd feeling watching Hoseok laugh. A warmth of sorts spread over Taehyung when the man tossed his head back and seemed to glow as his shoulders shook. It was more contagious than Jimin’s illness and Taehyung couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the man as he began to tease his nephew shamelessly about being a new weapon of destruction. The boy simply whined and curled his head into Hoseok’s neck, apparently not seeing the same humour as his uncle.

“I should get him a leash to be honest.” Hoseok joked, but Tae had a feeling the glint in the mans eyes meant he was deeply considering it.

Taehyung didn’t really know how to reply so he just nodded slowly and turned his attention back to the freezer, recollecting his basket before just grabbing a few different meals at random and tossing them in with the juice and tissues he’d already gotten. Whatever it was he and Jimin would eat it whether they liked it or not. He had been out longer than he wanted to be by now and he wasn’t wasting more time on things that they probably wouldn’t taste much of anyway considering how this cold was progressing.

“Not much of a cook?”

Tae glanced to Hoseok who seemed to be shifting his weight as he looked towards the meals casually.

Sniffing lightly, Taehyung tried to suppress the desire to rub at his nose through the mask. He shrugged, his hand moving up to brush some hair from his eyes. “Never really learned. Jimin can’t either, but this is better than living off of take out.”

“I can see Jin rolling in his figurative grave.” Hoseok chuckled. “If you want I can mention to Jungkook how I ran into you, despite you clearly not feeling well. I can guarantee that you and Jimin will get visited by Yoongi and Jin with at least a months-worth of premade meals to be frozen because they heard from Jungkook that you were both malnourished and possibly dying.”

He blushed at the call out on being sick, but to be fair, he hadn’t thought he’d run into anyone that would actually talk to him or that this store would be so busy during work hours. He also didn’t doubt Jungkook’s ability to exaggerate, Jimin had told him about some previous examples that had at the time probably caused Jin a lot of stress. It mostly seemed innocent but very few could look into Jungkook’s eyes and not believe everything he tells them. Tae had only just started speaking to him more and he already knew that.

“Please don’t. I can’t even bear to look at soup after these past few days and I have a feeling that would be a strong contender of what one would give a sick person.” Against his original will, he rubbed a finger to his nose as it twitched with an itchy irritation. “I need to get home actually; we had no food left so I should try to get back before Jimin wakes up. And I am about ready to sleep for the next week.”

“Oh wow. So you really are in need of pre-made meals filled with some love and care.” Hoseok’s voice dipped into one similar to how he had teased his nephew. “Well, I won’t keep you then. You should get home and rest, but if you want to take me up on sending the s.o.s. message for food delivery, Jimin has my number.”

Taehyung thanked the elder man shakily, and even managed to get a small wave bye from the boy, barely having time to hear the small apology for bumping into him before he abruptly turned away and buried his face into his elbow.

H’EESH..hH’HEGXSHhh..

There was a startled ‘oh’ and then deep chuckles. Taehyung winced as he gave a liquid sniff with a low groan, feeling even more congested than before.

“ ‘cuse ‘be.”

“Bless you,” Hoseok laughed with a hand instinctively holding his nephew closer. He dipped his head in a small bow. “Sorry, it’s not funny. That sounded awful, but I got a fright and now I feel dumb for jumping.”

If he had blushed before, then this was him setting himself alight. That had never happened before, he’d never scared someone with his sneeze. Jimin was never going to let him live that down.

“I’ll leave you be now,” the man grinned. “Go home and get some rest. But when you feel better we should hang out some time. Jimin speaks about you all the time and I just think it would be great to see more of you… like with everyone. Welcome you to the city properly.”

“I…yeah. Okay.” Taehyung brushed his hands through his hair and took a starting step back, trying to hold back any more sniffling. “I’ll see you around then.”

“Feel better soon, Taehyung, and get home safely.”

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HEESHHU..H’HIESHH…snfff.. … Heh..h..hhh..HHeGXTCHh…hnnxgGTSCHew!... nghHEHHSHH!!!

Taehyung panted out hot hitchy breaths as the tissue box was set in front of him as an offering. He laid a hand on the box to take it, his other hand hovered desperately over his face as he geared up for the next sneeze. His teary eyes had barely blinked open before they were forced shut once more, his throat and head pulsed with each sneeze that ripped out of him.

“Ble-e’hh-hh-ss yo-uishhhiew.. H’ingxtshh… hih’itishhew!”

Taehyung grabbed a few tissues and let Jimin keep the box as the elder coughed and crumpled into the seat beside him, before following Tae’s example of blowing his nose tiredly.

After shopping, Taehyung had managed a slow drive back to the apartment with multiple stops to tear open one of the tissue boxes he’d bought. It hadn’t helped much, and he had felt progressively worse as the minutes ticked by until he’d made it into the house, where he had promptly collapsed onto the couch with his tissues – only having to get up again to dump the food he’d bought in the fridge and freezer before sluggishly dragging himself to the couch once more..

When he’d been coaxed awake by Jimin gently shaking his shoulder, he had been met with a dim early afternoon sun and a plate a steamy food that had definitely been nuked in the microwave for longer than necessary. And from there they hadn’t really moved much, other than Jimin having forced some medicine into them and making tea before joining Tae on the couch.

There was some drama playing softly on their tv, but neither of them really had the energy to focus on it properly and Tae could barely hear the dialogue anyway once the congestion in his sinuses began to interfere with his ears. Jimin had dragged in a blanket from his room and draped it over both of them as Tae added to the pile of used tissues that had begun to form on the floor in front of them. Nothing seemed to stop the constant tickle that plagued him, nor his noses inability to do what he wanted. Tae was considering just stuffing his nose with tissues at this point. Since the trip to the supermarket his nose had turned into a mess that was seemingly draining the life out of him. Jimin had assured him that despite what he thought, it would get better, but he was sure that his friend was just trying to be his usual hopeful self. Always ready to reassure and look out for him.

At least they were suffering together. That was an upside. Jimin claimed to be feeling a lot better than the day before and it seemed to be mostly true, he was definitely being more active than Tae wanted to be. Although that could also have just a factor of the smaller man sleeping like the dead for almost 20 hours and Taehyung thinking it was wise to leave the apartment earlier. He was just deeply glad that he wasn’t alone again.

Tae hated being alone. Even when he was well, he’d tried living by himself before and it had eaten at him mentally. It’s a big reason why he had convinced Jimin to find a new apartment that they could share when he switched towns, instead of just finding a cheap single flat somewhere. Thankfully his Soulmate had been searching for something already, so he didn’t feel like too much of an inconvenience. Jimin had always teased him relentlessly for needing people but never wanting relationships, always just content with a friend to cuddle up to or hang out with. Yet watching Jimin and others grow into bonds and commitments always made him doubt. Jimin meant well with his chirps and edgy teasing, but it always made Taehyung worry about his future.

What would he do when Jimin finally moved on in life? It’s not like anyone would want to invest in a person that would never give themselves entirely to a partner... He would never fall into the trap of letting someone take what he didn’t want to give again, yet that was all everyone seemed to want from him. … Maybe he’d start up a cuddle site, or a hug program, he’ll think of a way to get the skin ship he needed without being a bother or a hazard to himself.

“You’re thinking too loud again…” Jimin whined hoarsely and sunk into Tae’s side, rubbing his cheek into the other shoulder as he curled into him. “Your brainwaves are hurting mine.”

“You’d need a brain to have brainwaves, you’ll be fine.” Tae mumbled as he ran a tissue under his nose with a sniff and yelped out a weary laugh when Jimin pinched at his ribs.

“Asshole.” The elder snipped, but the smile in his voice was evident.

It took no prompt for Jimin to snuggle even deeper into Taehyung’s embrace, relishing in the warmth despite the dampness that had begun to seep through Tae’s shirt. It would probably be wise for them both to get in the shower – at the very least to rinse off their sweat and germs – but they were far too comfortable to move. Tae felt as if his body had become moulded into the seat and the heat that was created between himself, Jimin and their blanket; paired with the medication he’d taken, only made him dozier. Even as his mind raced through various what-ifs of the future, his eyes gradually drifted shut up before jerking open with any sound or movement. Soft hands brushed soothingly up his side, edging him closer to sleep with low humming, and just as his eyes closed again there was a sharp knock at the door that caused both of them to groan.

“If we ignore it, they might think we’re not here.” Jimin whispered.

Ah…H’ERSHH! ..

“Never-“

HE’ETCHSHH!!

“… Never mind. Thank you Taetae.”

“Sorry..”

Another softer, more hesitant knock sounded through the apartment as Jimin pushed himself to his feet and handed control of the tissue box to Tae solemnly. He accepted it more desperately than he would have liked, but Jimin wasn’t going to judge him considering he’d been in the same situation just the day before.

With a reluctant sigh, Jimin tried not to shiver against the loss of heat. “I’ll go see who it is then.”

The photographer pushed himself up to sit cross legged instead off slouched down in the seat while Jimin left the room, so he could blow his nose as productively as he possible. Although his nose ached after so much blowing and he had immediately tumbled into a bout of coughing that had left him gasping and spitting into a tissue with a grimace, so he couldn’t really call it all that productive when it ultimately made him feel worse. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with a yawn before considering just going to sleep anyway. From the front door he could vaguely make out Jimin’s voice – deeper and scratchier than usual – as he spoke with familiarity.

Hopefully it wasn’t their neighbour. She had been hounding them about tidying up their balcony that, quite frankly, wasn’t that bad. Sure, it had way too many dead and dying plants and the chair out there had definitely seen better days, but if she didn’t like seeing it, she didn’t have to go out of her way to look. It wasn’t like they shared it.

He leaned his head back to rest on the back of the couch and shut his eyes once more, trying to force himself to sink into sleep, yet it was now low grumbling and airy giggles kept him from rest. Irritated, he shifted so that he lay curled up on his side, tossing his heavy limbs around until he’d managed to get the soft, fluffy blanket over his body completely and tucked under his chin. Now if Jimin could get back so that he could at least have someone to cling onto, then he’d be ecstatic.

Muffled coughing grew closer until Taehyung heard Jimin call out to him just loud enough to not disturb his penetrating, consistent headache.

“Look,” Jimin practically collapsed on top of the photographer holding a small bouquet. He slid off quickly when the force of the landing set off Taehyung’s own thicker and hoarser coughs. “Sorry but look what Yoongi brought.”

Ah… so there was a definite hold on the ‘cuddle’ part planned in their day. Once he didn’t think his throat was going to rip to pieces, Taehyung blinked heavily at the various bright flowers that had probably been put together with more thought and precision than he could possibly imagine in that moment. Clearly Yoongi had decided to call in a delivery, he wasn’t really surprised. Jimin’s eyes shone as if he truly hadn’t expected the florist to stop by, and Taehyung didn’t think the elder really cared what he thought about it, he had merely fallen into an instinctive habit. Although, Tae would have preferred not to be assaulted with things that would possibly trigger his sinuses.

He scrunched his nose and pushed away the hand that held the glorified weapons. There were quiet steps and a gentle murmur from behind them that he would have brushed off as him hearing things, if only Jimin didn’t glance up with such a warm, wide smile.

“Beau’iful Chim.” Tae sniffed and rolled so that the blankets rolled higher to hide his face.

His cheeks were heated and Jimin turned his smile to him knowingly – albeit apologetic for letting Yoongi inside when Tae clearly just wanted Soulmate time. Jimin pressed a quick kiss to the small visible section of Tae’s damp forehead before getting to his feet with a stifled cough.

“I’ll put these in water... You really didn’t have to come and check on me, you know.” Jimin said softly as he walked towards their kitchen. “Probably safer to just call.”

“I’m not scared of getting sick, Jimin.” A low voice that could only be Yoongi, reassured as he followed the other. – So more than a delivery then.- “I just wanted to make sure you were okay after yesterday. Hobi said he ran into Taehyung earlier… Although from the looks of things he should have probably stayed home, poor guy sounds worse than you did – than you do.”

Jimin hummed, and Taehyung shifted to cover his head entirely beneath the blanket, trying not to listen to the couples conversation. Maybe he should just move somewhere else and let them have some space without having to hide in the kitchen. Of course Yoongi would have to accept the fact that he was entering an area of disease, but he seemed more than willing considering he was already in their home.

Tae gave a sigh and then a deep sniffle. He plucked a fresh tissue to wipe at the tender skin under his nose. It took a moment to work up the energy but eventually he was able to twist so that he practically rolled off of the couch. His knees and hand connecting a lot harder than he’d predicted to the floor, while trying to keep the blanket as steady as possible on his hunched frame. With sluggish motions, he tried to sweep most of the used tissues up with his hands and dumped them into the wastepaper bin kicked under the table, then after achingly persistent hitch started up that had left him feeling frustrated at the lack of relief – he considered the area clean enough before standing unsteadily. Making sure the blanket was wrapped tightly over his shoulders, he grabbed the tissue box to take with him – Jimin could find something else, he felt he needed them more. Then he had almost tripped on the way to his room and had muttered half-hearted curses at the blanket for betraying him and getting caught up in his steps, until finally he was able to collapse onto his bed.

Sure it was cold and probably smelt of sweat but it was at least more comfortable than where he had been lying and it had pillows that he could hug in replacement of Jimin. He buried his face into his arm almost immediately, sneezing harshly twice before he was able to bring a tissue to his nose and smother three more, breaking off into an exhausted, thick cough that left him feeling miserable and wanting nothing more to recollect the bottle of medicine he’d taken earlier and take the rest of it.

God, he really was so over this stupid cold.

#bts sickfic #snzfic #platonic soulmates #established yoonmin #jhope appeared #Tae suffers #im sorry #only a bit tho #alternate universe #photographer taehyung #florist yoongi #florist jhope #friendship?

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FIRST, HESITANT KISS (WINTERIRON)

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FIRST, HESITANT KISS: hesitant and nervous. Lips hover over each other for a few seconds before barely brushing a few times, breath fanning across each other’s faces, waiting for the other to make a move. It’s just a soft press, but it’s enough, for now at least.

Steve was gone. He had been gone for months but for Bucky it was still difficult to wrap his head around the idea of his best friend being dead. From that day, everything went downhill. Accepting that he was never going to see his best friend again, was heartbreaking and suffocating. He didn’t think he could live in a world without Steve. But he had to. He had no choice but to carry on and to be as much as a support for Tony.

The pain Bucky felt every day was nothing compared to what Tony must have been feeling. He had lost his fiance, the father of his children.

On the day of the final battle, Steve decided to go against the plan, he took the gauntlet that, according to the backup plan, Tony was supposed to take, and snapped. Thanos’ army got dusted but Seve felt his life slowly leaving his body.

Since that day, Tony fell in a never-ending tunnel of depression and grief. No one could blame him really, they were all grieving. It was up to Bucky to help Tony as much as he could. He had promised Steve before he died that he would take care of his family. They were his last words to Steve and he had every intention to keep that promise.

Bucky slowly moved in with Tony, not that noticed anyway. Tony spent every day in his lab, working on some sort of project, God only knew what he was doing. Then, he would start drinking and pass out, either on the couch or right there on the table. Sometimes even on the floor.

Bucky spent his days with Peter and Morgan, driving them to school, making them meals, helping with homework and just hanging out with them. He knew he was not Steve, nor Tony, but he did everything he could to make them feel a little better. Once they were in bed, Bucky would take care of Tony, picking him up from the lab, forcing him into the shower, holding his head when he was throwing up and cleaning up for him, tucking him into bed, just for Tony to repeat everything the day after.

Bucky knew that it was not a healthy way to cope with the pain, he knew he should talk with someone his own age, but he just couldn’t. When he was around the kids or taking care of Tony, he would forget just for a while that his best friend was never coming back. But he couldn’t bring himself to look for help or to get in touch with someone, anyone really. Sam tried to get him to talk, to hang out, but he never answered his call nor replied to his texts. Sam could be a little too much sometimes and he had too many things on his mind to deal with him.

Bucky tucked Morgan in her bed.

“Can you tell me a Pops’ story?” she had asked, with her little voice.

Bucky kneeled next to her bed and started telling her what he remembered of Steve from the 40s. Then, he gave her three kisses, two on the cheeks and one on the forehead, and walked out, turning off the light. He brushed a tear away from his cheek before going to check on Peter. Peter was on his bed with a book on his knees.

“G’night Pete” he said softly, trying to hide his broken voice, then closed the door and walked to the kitchen.

He put the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftovers in a tupperware, stocking them in the fridge. He wrote on a post-it the grocery list, reminding that the next day, after driving the kids to school, he would have to stop at the store.

Then Bucky walked to the lab, finding Tony on the couch. He was still awake, looking in front of him but his eyes were off, there was no spark. Bucky took the bottle from Tony’s hand putting it on the floor.

“C’mon Tony, let’s get you to bed” Bucky said, helping Tony to get up. Tony put his arm around Bucky’s neck and followed his lead. Bucky got him to the bathroom and Tony and started preparing his bath.

“I get him from here” Tony finally whispered, melting all of the words together.

“You sure?”

Tony nodded and Bucky left the room, going back to the lab to tidy up a bit.

Bucky decided to cut his hair. He needed a change in his life and he figured that his hair was an amazing point to start. He also asked the barber how to take care of it, thinking that maybe if he had a routine to stick to, he could slowly start to get better, dedicating a little bit of time to himself. His hair was shorter, not like it was before the war but neither long as HYDRA kept it. It perfectly framed his face, Bucky liked it, he liked the change and most of all, being in charge of his body, even if it was only his hair. Steve would have liked it. The kids liked it, Morgan in particular.

The day went like any other day for the past 10 months. He helped Peter with his homework, played with Morgan, made dinner and put them to bed, telling Morgan yet another story about her Pops.

Then, he went to Tony. He helped him stand and took him up bridal style and took him to the bathroom. He opened the toilet seat and held Tony’s head over it, drying his forehead with a towel.

“Water” Tony mumbled and Bucky handed him the glass that was standing on the sink.

Bucky helped Tony stand up and stripped him of his clothes, pushing him in the shower. He opened the cold water and pushed him under the cold water jet. Tony tried to escape but Bucky pinned him against the wall.

“This has to stop Tony”

Tony managed to break out from Bucky’s grip. Bucky stepped into the shower, pushing Tony harder but still not bringing in his whole supersoldier strength.

“You can’t keep doing this, Tony. Peter and morgan need you, they need their father”

Tony finally snapped out of his trance, looking at Bucky. He could feel his eyes filling with tears and threw himself at Bucky, letting go of all the tears he was holding in.

Bucky sat on the bed with only a white towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another one. he was waiting for Tony, wanting to make sure Tony was ok. Tony handed him a pile of clothes, presumably Steve’s, and sat next to him.

“I know I’ve been a crappy Dad lately, I know it’s not fair for the kids” he brushed away a tear.

“It’s hard, James, it’s really hard”

Bucky took Tony’s hand.

“It’s been so long and it still hurts like the first day. It hurts so bad”

Bucky pulled Tony closer to himself, gently stroking the back of his head.

“I know, Tony”

“I miss him, James, I miss him every day”

Bucky pressed his lips on Tony’s forehead.

“I miss him too”

Tony turned towards Bucky, as he did the same shortly after. Bucky pressed his forehead on Tony’s while still holding his hands.

Their lips brushed against each other, they were so close that they could breathe each other’s air.

Tony looked down.

“I- he breathed out loudly- can’t”

Bucky squeezed his hand.

“When Steve died, I promised him I would take care of you, of all of you, and that’s what I’m doing. I know it’s hard, I know it hurts, but he would want you to move on”

A tear fell on Tony’s cheek and Bucky swiped it away.

“I am here for you, Tony, for whatever you need, I’m here”

Tony looked back at Bucky’s blue eyes and let a small smile appear on his face. Bucky smiled, not wanting to move away. Their lips were almost touching. They were both looking at each other’s lips. Bucky moved his head closer and kissed Tony’s red lips. It was barely a kiss. Their lips were pressed on each other’s but it was enough to send a nice, warm shock down their spines.

“Can you stay here, tonight?”

Bucky smiled and nodded.

Bucky flipped the last pancake and placed the plate in the middle of the table, calling the kids for breakfast. It became a habit, having breakfast together before driving them to school. But what he didn’t expect was for Tony to walk into the kitchen, taking a plate and sitting down next to Bucky. Bucky filled their cups with coffee, looking at the shorter man smiling.

Tony took Bucky’s hand under the table and gently squeezed it, looking at him in the eyes and smiling softly.

Maybe he would really be his future.

#winteriron #starkbucks #buckytony #tonybucky #bucky barnes #tony stark #bucky x tony #tony x bucky #buckyxtony #tonyxbucky #ironfamily #peter parker #morgan stark #bucky barnes fluff #tony stark angst

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Kissing Prompt #27 - Queen of Thieves (Remy)

I know everyone else who was doing these has probably finished working on them already - I’m a slow writer I’m afraid - but I get there in the end - and I’ve really loved working on these prompts ☺️ This is the 2nd last one I have on my list (unless I get any more requests!) - this was requested for Remy and it’s # 27: kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

Written from Remy’s POV

Word Count ~ 1400 words

May have gone a litte bit off piste here - it’s not much exchanged as just given really, but I hope you enjoy it anyway 💜

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“Come on, Niko, hurry!”

I hiss quietly at my new friend as he slips through the shutter I’ve prised open. I try to be as discrete as I can. I’ve been on the streets for long enough now to know the importance of disappearing into the shadows, of moving quickly. Niko hasn’t mastered this yet: he snags the edge of his expensive-looking sweater on the rough metal frame, curses under his breath in what I’m sure is his native language, and wrestles to free himself while he tries to keep hold of the kitten. I cast one final glance around the alley before I deftly unhook him and slip through the shutter behind him.

He shoots me that haughty look that I’ve become accustomed to in the past few days, “I had it.”

I fix him with a wink and a grin that say, ‘oh, really?’ as I slip past him, through the storage room and into the waiting area of the medical practice. It’s Friday evening and this place won’t reopen until Monday morning’s first surgery - it’s somewhere safe and warm that we can sleep for a couple of nights. It has a small kitchenette where I can throw together some food for us using a few ingredients I pilfered from a grocery store earlier, plus whatever is left over in the staff fridge. But the best part is that there’s a television and a couple of plush waiting room sofas where we can maybe catch a few hours of sleep. Not that either of us sleep much - just enough to sustain us through the next day: never more.

Once I’ve got my bearings, I set to work on our food and discover a pack of cold cuts that will be perfect for Elizabeth. I call out to Nikolai and get no answer. I try again. And again... Uneasy, I grab a kitchen knife and make my way from room to room silently, stealthily, my heart swelling inside my chest. I scan each doorway as I make my way down the hallway until I reach the main consultation room, and find Niko sitting cross-legged amongst a pile of books, utterly absorbed. I swear under my breath, relieved. I drop down to crouch by him, curious, lifting up one thick tomb,

“Principles and Mechanisms of Clinical Toxicology?”

Nikolai barely grunts in response; too engrossed in what he’s reading.

I check the cover of the textbook in his hand. ‘The Basic Science of Poisons’... I swallow: this is definitely not a weird or intense topic for a runaway fifteen year old - not at all... I tilt my head at him, awaiting some sort of explanation. An acknowledgement? Something? Anything? Niko?

When nothing comes, I tut at him and shake my head in irritation. I return to the half-prepared food feeling slightly disconcerted by my new friend’s fascination with toxins and mortality. He’s so guarded: I can’t help but wonder what his secrets are and what exactly it is that he’s running from? Eventually I reason that I have my fair share of skeletons too, so I won’t pry. He might tell me someday, if he really wants to.

Later that evening, after we’ve eaten, chatted and watched some easy movie on the TV in the waiting room, we turn in for the night. It’s early March and despite the bright Parisian sunshine, there’s a definite chill in the air reminding us that summer isn’t with us quite yet. After some rummaging, I’ve found some pillows and rough hospital blankets in the store cupboard to keep the cold out and make us a little more comfortable. I take the smaller of the two sofas, but Nikolai’s spindly, long legs still dangle over the edges of his when he lies down: he looks so cramped and awkward. Still, it’s luxury compared to the exposed rooftop we slept on on top of our jackets for the past two nights. The sickly moonlight provides no comfort. You can see your breath while you shiver beneath it - little wonder neither of us did more than doze for a few minutes, waiting for the rays of the morning sun to return and restore some warmth and life to us. It sounds so romantic and fanciful, a life of adventure on the streets - going where you like, doing what you want, no parents to answer to - but it’s not. It’s hard on the streets: harder than I imagined it could ever be. But by now, I’m used to it. Niko isn’t yet, so I’ll look out for him.

I’m not sure how much later it is that I’m yanked from sleep by the sound of anguished screams. On my feet in seconds, heart racing, I’m half-dazed and scrambling to find Nikolai’s attacker. I whirl around in the darkness again and again and again, scanning, searching... Until I realise. There’s no one else here. Only me, a frightened kitten and the pale, dark-haired boy asleep on the sofa, thrashing and wailing in a tongue that I can’t understand. Instinctively I kneel by the sofa and lay the back of my hand against his forehead as he flinches away from my touch; he’s stone-cold and drenched in sweat. I speak his name, quietly at first, trying to lure him back from whatever horror grips him behind those blue eyes, then louder, and louder. My hands grip his arms as I gently try to shake him out of it, but it’s no use! He twists and pulls against me, gasps and shouts. As I finally manage to jerk him awake he leaps clear of the sofa, tears stream down his waxy cheeks as he backs away from me, sobs catching in his throat as he calls for Elizabeth. I pause and hold my hands up to show him I mean no harm as I crawl to where he sits, back pinned to the wall, head in his hands, nose buried in her soft grey fur.

“Niko, it’s ok? You’re going to be ok...”

I slip in beside him on the tiled floor, shoulder to shoulder, and peer across at him; I’ve never seen anyone look so fragile and shattered, and all I want in the world is to stop this before he fractures completely. I loop my arm around his shoulders and feel him bristle for a second before he relaxes into me in spite of himself. I know he’s both taller and older than me, but in this moment he looks so young and so very small. He reminds me of my younger brother when we shared a bedroom and he would have a bad dream. He would never call for our maman, always for me: only for me. Although it was simple imaginary monsters under a seven-year-old’s bed that I had to vanquish back then. Now with Nikolai and his demons, I find myself doing as I would with Etienne when we were little; I pull Nikolai closer until both he and Elizabeth are in my lap and his head rests against my chest, the calming rhythm of my heartbeat thrums in his ear.

He tries to protest, mumbling that he’s fine, to leave him be. But he’s not, that much is very, very clear. He shakes like an autumn leaf; brittle and exhausted. I rock our bodies slowly from side to side, mouthing soothing platitudes because they’re all that I have: what else can I say to him when I don’t understand what’s going on? I mop his brow and brush his hair back from his tear-streaked face, softly pressing silent kisses into his crown. I calm and hush him until he eventually snaps fully out of whatever God-awful night terror this was, stiffens to his usual stature and slips away from me with an embarrassed look on his pinched features, the little cat twisting around his ankles as he goes.

I watch after him wordlessly and drop back onto my sofa, sliding under my blankets before he returns. I haven’t known Nikolai for very long at all, but I already understand enough to know that he won’t want a post-mortem of what just happened. When he reappears in the doorway, I ask simply, “Better now?”, and am quite satisfied with the curt nod and tight-lipped smile I’m met with, an accord that we won’t speak of this tomorrow.

#queen of thieves #remy chevalier #nikolai stirling #kissing prompts #lovestruck

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wing-ed-thing · 4 years

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Cliché (shy!Reader x Might Guy, Part II)

Hi everyone! It makes me so happy to see that others enjoy my dumb little stories. Ngl I’m fairly self-conscious about my writing style, but I like writing it and people enjoy it so I’m happy! Anyway, Tumblr isn’t letting my post show up in the tags if I have a link, so part I is on my Masterlist pinned on my blog. Apologies for the inconvenience!

“No, no… no, no, no, no… ” you muttered, head in your hands and grasping at your scalp. Your knees pulled to your chest as you sat in the hospital cot. You folded your body into a ball. You were mortified, horrified. Not only did you pass out, but your crush of a decade-long-plus carried you to the hospital. You could die. You kept repeating the words louder to yourself, “No, oh my god, oh my god...”

“It’s not so bad, (Y/N)-chan.” Kurenai reassured you in an attempt to sound nonchalant. She looked upon you in your overreacted state and moved an arm around your shoulder. She tried her best to give a reassuring smile. “You passed out from getting within a foot of Maito-Kun, so what?” Her wording only served to make you groan.

Kurenai was the only one you had ever told about your crush on Guy (not that most everyone else didn’t know already). She thought that you just should have talked to him in the academy days, but considering it took you this much time to work up the nerve, she supported your “casual walk” plan with resignation. But when she saw Guy carrying you to the hospital after “morning training”, she knew what must have happened. She sighed, luckily the training grounds were close to the hospital. She could only imagine what would have happened if you actually tried asking Might out of a date.

Now as you sit up in your hospital cot, she couldn’t help but hold back a snicker. She was of course going to be a supportive friend, even if this whole situation was ridiculous. You were passed out over Might Guy for Jashin’s sake! And to make matters worse, now you were stuck at the notoriously busy Konoha general all morning waiting for Shizune to come discharge you. You definitely reminded her of a certain student…

You raised your head, resting your chin on your knees. You sighed.

“I knew I couldn’t hold an actual conversation, but I didn’t think I’d actually pass out!” Kurenai couldn’t hold back a chuckle this time.

“It just means that you’ll do better next time for sure!” You give Kurenai a look of gratitude for her positivity, even if she was laughing a bit. The pit in your chest and burn on your cheeks wouldn’t clear up anytime soon, but the support of your friend was reassuring.

“I don’t know how the bar could be any lower,” you muttered. Kurenai looked sympathetically at you. Before she could comment, Shizune came through the door.

“I heard you overdid it training again?” she inquired in a slightly exasperated tone. You had a flashback to Guy. The hand on his chest. The toned muscle under his jumpsuit.

“Yep!” you blurted, “Just training! Nothing else!” Yeah, she didn’t believe that for a second.

“You have to take it easier,” she humored you, coming closer to check you for injury, “We can’t have you blacking out on the battlefield.”

“Yeah, I know,” you tell her, scratching your head sheepishly. You were relieved that people just thought you overworked yourself training. Unbeknownst to you, Shizune knew better. “One-time thing I promise!”

Shizune rolled her eyes before formally discharging you from Konoha General. Kurenai walked you out. The two of you chatted happily. It’s not all the time that busy shinobi like you have downtime to just shoot the breeze. However, that smile soon faded as you spotted Might Guy standing by the entrance. Great, Kurenai will have to catch you this time. You froze. He looked as if he just ran there as he stood by the gate stretching his quads. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked in the golden evening glow.

You shook the thought out of your head and tried to move behind Kurenai. Quickly sensing your nervousness, Kurenai tugged you forward by the shirt. You flinched as you walked out of the hospital.

“Ah! Kurenai-san!” Guy exclaims, running up to the pair of you, “(Y/N)-san, I came to check on you after I finished my morning training!” He came back to check on you. You were touched, but your gratitude came off only as an awkward laugh.

“Which round, the third or fourth?” you inquired, too tense for it to come off as a full joke. Guy didn’t notice though.

“Ha! You got me there, (Y/N)-san!” His laugh was jolly. You always liked his laugh, it made you smile. You always liked that about his nature. You didn’t talk to Might Guy a lot, but when you did, no matter how awkward you were he always seemed happy to see you. A small blush formed on your cheeks.

Kurenai looked at you, then at Guy. Yep, definitely reminded her of a certain two students.

“Guy, you’re right on time! Perhaps you can walk (Y/N) home because I have to-” she paused- “Check up on my team, I promised! You’ll take care of her, won’t you Guy?”

You looked at Kurenai in acute terror.

“Of course I will!” Guy proclaimed, unaware of the exchange between yourself and your friend. Kurenai patted you on the shoulder as she walked out of the gates.

“Judas!” you hissed under your breath as she left. Kurenai smiled at you innocently. You’ll thank her later. You turned back to face Guy.

“Really Guy, I don’t want to put you out more than I already have.” You gestured towards him. “I was going to go to the market for dinner anyway! You probably have more training to do.”

Guy stood by your side, chest puffed and grin on his face. You smiled at his smile.

“Nonsense! Let me help you, (Y/N)-san!” He looks off to the side, looking a little dejected. “I also want to make sure you’re okay, ” he admits. His shoulders slump a bit, his confidence replaced with sheepishness and a slight pout. An adorable pout. “I can’t help but feel responsible… overwhelming you with the power of youth and all...” Yeah, youth… that was it.

“No, not at all, Guy-san!” you squeaked.

“So you’ll let me accompany you?” It was less of a question and more of an eager statement, but how could you say no? Guy pepped up right away as he dragged you out of the gates of Konoha General in the direction of the market.

You walked down the street together. You were content to listen as Guy spoke passionately about his training today and his students. His eyes lit up the more he spoke. There’s that passion you admired. There’s someone who loves what he does. Your shoulders relaxed as you two walked along. You laughed loudly at his exaggerated gestures. People were staring as the two of you walked passed. That was something you would have normally, self consciously noticed, but not this time. What you also didn’t notice, was the pure look of happiness that swept through Guy when you smiled.

“I hope I’m not boring you. Most people don’t let me go on about training for this long!” Guy confessed. You both stood at a stall in the market as you looked over vegetables.

“I-” you paused and met his gaze. Like hearing you speak? Like your passion? Enjoy being with you? Don’t understand how someone couldn’t enjoy being with you?- “I don’t mind.” You resumed picking your vegetables. Guy insisted on holding your bag for you. He chuckled.

“Well, I’m relieved.” He gave you a wink as you placed a vine of tomatoes in the bag. You quickly looked away, expecting him to continue talking about his team, but he didn’t. It wasn’t like him to be so silent. You glanced and saw his face was pensive. The both of you continued moving along. The paper throw-away bag he carried getting more and more full. He spoke your name.

“I hope you know that you can speak your mind.” You wavered. He continued, “You seem like you have something to say or you’re thinking about something. I just want you to know that you’re welcome to share that with me.”

Shocked, you hesitated. You couldn’t recall a time when anyone invited you to openly speak your mind. He wasn’t demanding of you impatiently, but encouraging. That was definitely a new one for you.

“You make everything sound so simple. I wish I was like you. I couldn’t do what you do,” you admitted. Everything was telling you to hold back and to stop speaking, but his words rolled around in your head. “I enjoy hearing about your team and your training, please tell me more.”

You never thought you would see the day that you had a full one-on-one conversation with Guy (especially at a relatively close proximity!), but today was that day. He indulged you as you walked back to your apartment, talking about whatever it was that you asked about. After all, you were content in your listening. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all. You could definitely get used to this. It was new, but you liked it: the peace of mind his presence brought, how he never steamrolled you when you chimed in, laughing when the leaves of the celery stalks flew into his face. However, your conversation soon came to a close as you soon found yourselves in front of your front door. You thanked him for walking you home as he handed you your groceries. You felt like you should say something, but nervousness delayed you.

“Um… thank you, Guy-San,” you stammered.

“Of course! Anytime, (Y/N)-san.” he gave his signature thumbs up. You gulped, thinking about his words from the market. Was it that easy to tell how often you held back? You knew that at some point you would like to be a more open person, but fear often got in the way. You observed Guy and wanted to grow and he gave you the room. For someone so loud, not once did he interrupt you when you spoke. He was telling the truth; you’re welcome to share with him. He inspired you to be better, to reach your goals, and he didn’t even know it. So, at the risk of fainting again, you went for it.

“I enjoyed talking to you, perhaps we could do it again!” you anxiously exclaimed at a higher volume than you probably should have. Guy liked the energy, even if it was wrapped in nervousness.

“That’s a wonderful idea! Indeed we should!” he agreed.

You blanked the rest of the conversation. You didn’t even remember waving him off or stumbling into your apartment. The only thing you could think of was that you have to tell Kurenai.

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xlady-saya · 4 years

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Hello! I don’t really use this account a whole lot but I wanted to go ahead and make a pinned post, which I’ll hopefully remember to update frequently lol. Anyways, here’s a collection of the fics I’ve written for aftg, andreil, and others so far ^^

progress comes in small steps series [complete]

and we’re just starting to get it [Rated T, 11.1k]

Neil is nothing and everything all at once, the entire universe for Andrew, however small of a universe that is. Even Aaron is starting to see it, though the pieces still don't line up.

And Andrew is trying to convince Aaron that he's never jealous? Yeah right. You don't spend your entire life being denied, being hurt, going through foster care with nothing to call your own only to be okay with someone else trying to take the one bright piece of life you call yours.

Or, Aaron is done with Andrew's shit and makes it his job to prove his brother wrong.

there’s always more to learn [Rated T, 12.3k]

The subject of Katelyn and Neil hasn't felt like dangerous territory in a long time, but Aaron feels the bomb countdown already coming to an end before Bee even opens her mouth.

"Well, the two of them are so alike," Bee goes on, oblivious to the tension leaking into the space. Her smile is pleasant, teasing. "It just goes to show how you and Andrew have similar tastes despite being so different."

The world freezes on its axis.

Andrew inhales a little too loudly the same time Aaron chokes on his spit. "W-What?"

trust is a slow process [Rated T, 7.3k]

If Katelyn had been stealthier, she could've escaped the crowded dance floor without Andrew seeing her.

But of course, she's no Neil.

Or: Katelyn and Andrew spend some unwanted quality time together, and Katelyn sees things for what they are.

someday there won’t be scowls [Rated T, 8.1k]

Neil finds that even with his mind's best efforts to hang onto the wounds of the past, his opinion of Aaron just isn't what it used to be. He can thank Andrew and Katelyn for a lot of it, but his own observations certainly help.

When he sees Aaron like this, the mix of worry and adoration on his face as he thinks of Katelyn, Neil can't help but feel too exposed himself.

It's a start.

I want this touch to be familiar [Rated E, 38.1k]

Deep down, Andrew knew he would always reach this crossroads, a time where the thought became too strong to ignore.

Going all the way with Neil. It's not something he can continue to avoid thinking about. When Andrew looks back to the days where he held Neil's hands down, when he never got off with him in the same room, he's forced to acknowledge how much he's allowed.

Not allowed. Welcomed. Wanted.

But that’s not all there is to it, and the desire to make a decision finally makes itself known.

if magic exists, you’re the closest thing [Rated T, 16.2k]

The concept of love is not one Andrew understands.

For a long time, it escaped him. It's always fuzzy, always distorted. He'd given up on it long ago, so why is he still chasing answers?

Whatever the reason, he's content to blame Jean Moreau for a lot of things, Katelyn too.

It's their fault he's here, at the happiest place on earth.

this red is for you [Rated T, 10.8k]

Katelyn never considered herself capable of doling out violence.

It has always been a far away thought, dampened by college courses and late night dates with her boyfriend. She lives a stereotypical life, despite everything she's been through with Aaron. Aside from her growing connection with the notoriously troublesome Foxes, nothing much about her life has changed.

Even then, she's learning she's still able to surprise herself. When Katelyn witnesses Neil defending Andrew, her own protective rage rears its head, ready to be explored.

And maybe that's a good thing.

an unconventional crossing [Rated T, 8.1k]

Aaron likes to believe he and Andrew have a lot more practice navigating their conversations now. And he’s right, mostly. But sometimes, challenges arise at the strangest times, and especially when their significant others are concerned.

In which Andrew and Aaron run into each other at the grocery store, and choose not to part ways.

the roads I traveled with you [Rated T, 35.5k]

When his brother gets engaged, Aaron doesn't expect it to send his head spinning as much as it does. Marriage has always felt like a dream, or a nightmare, one he never thought either of them would be able to achieve.

In that moment, Aaron remembers what he's always known, what keeps his head above water. He wants to be with Katelyn forever. That's never been a question. But marriage hadn't been brought up. For so long it was this abstract concept, a fantasy. He'd always reasoned with himself that it would happen, rationally of course it would, but now...

Now Andrew has made the idea a reality, and Aaron has to confront his own wants for his future.

one shots/multichapters

I’ve had a love of my own [Rated T, ongoing]

Despite everything Neil could’ve imagined for his life, he never thought he’d be here, finally giving the world the interview they’ve always wanted.

It’s been decades, but even with his numerous accolades and sports wins, he finds that they’re the least important thing about his life.

Neil can’t help but laugh. Andrew would be so annoyed if he were here.

Of course, Neil only wants to talk about him, and the life they spent together.

slurred [Rated M, 1.6k]

They're not the type of people to give up control, but with each other they're willing to bend the rules.

growing pains [Rated T, 10.6k]

Stuart knows it’s perfectly normal for teenagers to have crushes. That’s why he’s not surprised in the slightest when Neil starts acting strange; lighter, happier. However, what he doesn’t expect is for the crush to leak into his everyday life—or literally take up residence in his house. Or: five times Stuart knew Neil was hiding a nighttime guest, and one time he actually met him.

your hands are mine to hold [Rated E, 6.7k]

It has taken a long time for Thea to accept a lot of aspects of their past. Her eyes track the fear in Kevin's eyes, emboldened by how his own resolve wears it away year by year. She'll never take that sight for granted.

It's hard to ignore the weights on both of them, with their lives so eaten up by the Exy world and memories of the Nest, but one thing has always remained consistent.

Thea trusts Kevin Day with her everything, and she'll never hesitate to follow him into battle.

better than a night light [Rated T, 7.3k]

Neil hasn’t had the chance to examine the feeling of fear in a long time. He’s all too familiar with it though; from the nightmares, to the memories of a cold basement floor, he knows the feeling like the back of his hand.

But this fear is new, loaded with ridiculousness and a complete lack of reason. It’s nothing more than pixels on a screen, far away theories that can’t hurt him like his past can.

Maybe that’s why he’s beginning to not mind it as much. It doesn’t hurt that Andrew is also there to hold him through it.

Playtime [Rated E, 6.7k]

There was a time when Andrew might've questioned being so into this.

Not anymore.

take what you want [Rated E, 5.4k]

Laila has come a long way from her freshman year, past all the worries and pressure to behave a certain way. She never thought she’d realize it here, lounging poolside with her girlfriend.

The urge to seduce Alvarez is just too good to let go.

a product of absence [Rated T, 7.8k]

It’s funny, Andrew thinks, that this would be seen as a curse in any other situation. Two people, thrown apart by time and circumstances, desperately searching for one another.

But Andrew has never doubted Neil’s return. He’s not running, he’s not worried. It’s perhaps the only waiting game that’s been worth it, that he understands, because this bond with Neil has only ever made sense to him.

In another life, Neil made this much clear: they would always find each other in the end.

here I am, there you go again [Rated T, 17.5k]

There's many things about the past Neil chooses to leave behind, and most of the time it's for the best. For some reason though, his brain can't help but cling to the last memories of him.

"My Ex." Neil bites his tongue at the word, because it never feels right. At this point, so many years later, that man is no one. A stranger. He shouldn't presume to know him anymore than his ex should presume to know Neil.

If he remembers Neil at all.

But Neil should know better than anyone that the past always has a way of catching up to him, and this time, he's not as willing to run as he might've initially thought.

losing battle [Rated M, 3.4k]

It's always been Nicky's dream to be closer with his cousins. However, when he opens Andrew's mail to find more than he bargained for, he finds himself regretting the wish. Unfortunately, no matter how much Andrew's warmed up to him in the last few years, Nicky's pretty sure he'll die (literally) if Andrew finds out.

Nicky's mission begins.

temper, temper [Rated T, 3.7k]

"You paid for the deluxe package," Neil says as he scrolls through his payment history to find his client's invoice. His system is simple:

Basic Package: Fuck you. A general statement of displeasure and a brief description of the wrongdoing.

Intermediate Package: Fuck you, with passion. Everything in the basic package, but with additional insults. Customizable for an extra fee.

Deluxe Package: Fuck you to hell. Everything from the first two packages, for an extended period of time, and with extra viciousness.

And it looks like Andrew Minyard is the unlucky soul today.

a new contract [Rated T, 7.2k]

Neil’s request is simple on its face, but infinitely complicated given his history.

“Convince your team to sign me.”

And this was Andrew’s deal: If Neil can prove that he’s serious, that he can build a new life for himself so that he doesn’t end up crawling back to Riko, Andrew will convince his coach to recommend him for recruitment in the fall.

Yes, it was meant to be black and white…

But Andrew should’ve known better. Nothing ever is.

What a Rush [Rated E, 1.6k]

It's always Andrew's goal to stretch Neil's pleasure to its limits, and he's barely begun to scratch the surface.

locked together [Rated E, 8.3k]

Andrew licks his lips and tugs on the tail of the beast inside him, righting it so it can point him in the direction of what he's searching for. Neil looks good on top of him, panting and giddy, and it's rare that Andrew doesn't want to flip them over and make Neil fall apart.

But...every once in a while...

Well, he's relaxed today. He wants to listen, he wants orders, he wants to be controlled so long as the control comes from Neil.

do you like scary movies? [Rated T, 22.5k]

To say Andrew has never seen the benefit in the make-believe would be a lie. However, he finds less and less use for it as he grows older. He especially fails to see the benefits of anything from the horror genre; he’s made plenty of his own mistakes, has seen more than enough to terrify him in his life. He doesn’t need to rely on jump scares and idiotic protagonists.

But when he meets Neil, self-proclaimed horror archivist, he finds that maybe he never gave the genre the credit it was due, and he ends up thanking the dull movies eventually…

They lead him to Neil, the realest thing he’s ever known.

#aftg #andreil #my fics #my writing #all for the game #kateaaron #kevthea #other pairings

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batsbaby · 4 years

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Hey y’all! New post and new update. Thank you so much to everyone who has helped me with things this month because it’s been just super stressful and scary honestly. I’m still not in a very good position rn but thanks to everyone’s help I have enough to pay for the lawyer whenever they get back with me for the down payment on that and to pay the townbill so they won’t shut the water off. I should be good on groceries and things for a bit cause I generally don’t eat too much anyways, but if anyone still wants to help at all any money that I get from this point on is going to: 1. a fund set aside for me to save up to get the hell out of my current living situation with my abusive family 2. grocery needs as they come up I’m still hoping to get a job sorted out soon, but until then I’m still open for commissions (my pinned tweet).

PayPal: [email protected]

Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/batsbaby

#thanks guys I really appreciate all of the help #this is mostly a post just to say thanks and that I got what I really needed sorted atm but if anyone wants to boost I do appreciate it #hopefully soon I’ll be in a position to give back a bit but until then I have boosted a lot of posts on my blog go check those out y’all

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asterekmess · 4 years

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Scott McCall is the poster boy for entitlement, misogyny and toxic masculinity. Remember when he demanded that Allison goes out with her stalker (Matt) and then yelled at her in the middle of a crowded club because she had the audacity to trust her own father to save Jackson instead of obeying him? Or when Scott pinned Allison against her bedroom’s door and humiliated her just to prove how ‘weak’ and ‘fragile’ she was and because “If I’m scared shitless, then you should be scared shitless too”?

I told my friend Mads a long time ago that with every new fic I put out, my urge to become, if not popular, then just understood as an anti-scott blog got stronger. I mean, it’s not like I want my blog to just be about hating Scoot, but I didn’t really want people to come in and follow me thinking I was a Scott fan, because it would be disingenuous.

I think I got my wish? Either one person has a lot of feelings (which I’m all for) or a bunch of v angry anti-scott people have swarmed over me like hummingbirds on sugar water. It’s a really interesting experience!

Anyway, back to your ask. So, I don’t like Scott, and admittedly sometimes I’m a little extra bitter/hateful than others, but I do try to be accurate in my dislikes of him (usually), so I’ll go through what you said one at a time and try to decipher (from my v faulty memory, so apologies if there are mistakes) if I agree with each statement.

Since some people have requested the Read More thing so they can scroll easier.

Scott is: Entitled. Off the cuff, I would agree. I’ve mentioned before how frustrating it was to see the show attempt to portray him as a poor kid, when he’s nowhere near that. I’ve also seen posts before that explore how Scott doesn’t carry a ‘poor kid’ mentality at all (they probably did it better than me, and it was probably Athenadark who did the analyzing). Growing up, I didn’t consciously know I was poor. Not as in ‘i had everything I needed’ but as in “i assumed all kids grew up occasionally eating a single can of pears for dinner or had to return groceries from the car because their parent’s card was declined and they were out of food stamps or wore a pair of tennis shoes until they were literally taped together with packing tape because we couldn’t afford new ones.” I grew up in a poor town, on the poor side of that town, so there wasn’t a lot that showed me it was possible to live differently. Being poor gives you a specific mentality, and when I finally met kids who were ‘middle class’ I was blown away by the differences. I say all this because Scott is very clearly a middle class kid.

Yes, he has an after school job. Who tf didn’t? That doesn’t automatically make you poor? Even my rich friend got a summer job because she wanted to buy band merch and her parents wouldn’t let her. But have you seen his room? It’s a wreck. We get the scene of him digging under his bed trying to find his phone, and I honestly was kinda disgusted. (I also grew up in a hellhole hoarder house, so clutter fucks me up) It’s not just the messiness though. It’s finding out that his mom is the one doing the laundry. Melissa “One shift won’t break us completely” McCall still cleans her son’s room and does his laundry and sews his clothes even though she’s supposed to be working herself to death at the hospital. Oh, and he’s sixteen years old, so he should be able to do his own fucking laundry? it’s one thing if his stuff ends up there while she’s doing laundry, but apparently she goes out of her way to do his clothes regularly enough that she has no qualms about going in his room to clean? Scott works at a VET’s office and has for long enough that he can put a cast on a dog and feels confident giving it painkillers in the right dosage. And he can’t sew a line of stitches in his clothes? He’s got an ensuite bathroom. His room is clearly the master bedroom. He doesn’t make his mom dinner to bring her, he picks up chinese. And there’s the house itself and its size, etc. Of the two of them, i would’ve expected Stiles to have the messy room. He’s adhd, I know how hard it is to keep a room clean with that kind of headspace. But no, his is really clean most of the time, even his desk, unless he’s researching something specific. I mention Stiles because it’s the comparison of the two that makes Scott’s own messiness stand out. Hell, literally no other bedroom we’re shown is messy in the slightest. Allison’s, Lydia’s, Jackson’s, none of them. (I don’t remember Liam’s room, if we saw it) He feels entitled enough to take up extra space and add extra work to his mother’s stress level (which, listen, I’m not saying being not-poor makes you entitled. I’m saying that the show makes the claim Scott IS poor and he Still does these things. THAT is the entitled part.)

Then there’s his relationship with Stiles. “Yeah, but I had you before.” When talking about the good and bad things in his life, he doesn’t even think to mention Stiles as one of the good things. He says he has nothing, just like before. Stiles isn’t even on his radar, even though they’re looking right at each other. Yet we know that Stiles is basically Scott’s only friend. As someone else with very few friends, I can’t imagine saying to my best friend’s face that I have nothing and no one. Let alone if that friend had been keeping me from dying and teaching me how to be a fucking werewolf for months on end. When do we see him worry about Stiles being human and stuck in the middle of all this? Especially in earlier seasons, we never see him say anything like “maybe you should hang back cus’ you’ll get hurt.” Like, we know that Stiles would do it anyway. And we’d get pissed if Scott told Stiles he wasn’t allowed to help because he was human, but that’s because Scott doesn’t get to tell Stiles what to do. We know Stiles finds ways to protect himself when he has to, but Scott never even asks. He never hints at “I’m worried about you and please know I wont’ be mad if you stay away from the fight.” Even Derek shoves Stiles behind him when the kanima shows up. There’s the thing where he warns them ‘if something goes wrong call for me.” But he explicity says that worry is for Allison, even though she has some method of self-defense. Stiles has nothing. Scott never cares enough to think “Maybe we shouldn’t bring him to the rave where there’s gonna be a vicious killing machine that has already tried to attack him once.” One word from Peter “vulnerable” and Scott stalks Allison (and forces Stiles to help him) for a week. But Stiles gets trapped in a pool for hours, scared out of his mind, and Scott never so much as seems to get clingy? He just assumes Stiles will be fine. He feels entitled to Stiles’ help and assistance, without putting any thought into Stiles’ safety. He asks “is it illegal?” not “Will you get in trouble?” He looks at Stiles when he says “I can’t protect anyone” But when was he trying to protect STILES? Then there’s the part where while he’s ‘under the influence of the wolfsbane whistle’ (A plot point I fucking hate) he drags Stiles down with him and includes him in being nothing. Being no one. He assumes that if he was nothing before the bite, then Stiles must’ve been nothing also. And since Stiles didn’t get bitten, it also implies that Stiles is still nothing. He’s just hanging on Scott’s wolfy coattails. That’s an incredibly entitled viewpoint to have.

Admittedly, we do see some more humble moments with Allison, especially at the beginning of their relationship, where he says “I just wanna make sure I get my second chance” he’s not assuming he’ll get it. Go scott! (I’m not the hugest fan of him asking her out after he’s clearly just done her a massive favor and is keeping her from getting in trouble for hitting a dog, and she’s wearing his SHIRT and she can’t really say no without looking absolutely horrible, but she seemed pretty into him, so I’ll let it go) But once they’re together? I know that most best friends share secrets and private stuff with each other...but Scott tells Stiles so much about his sex life with Allison that Stiles is actually pissed off and kind of disgusted by it. Stiles. Who is supposed to be sex obsessed. Even he thinks that it’s just way too much information. I can’t imagine Allison would be comfortable with Stiles knowing that much about her in bed. (But at the same time, we see Scott tell Stiles that he never wants any more info on Stiles in bed than Stiles’ vague innuendo abt wet dreams, and then he still feels entitled to tell Stiles whatever he wants about him and Allison and won’t listen when Stiles asks him to stop.) When he asks Allison to go out with someone else, there’s so much that makes me both sad and angry. She is confused and scared, and has clearly committed really hard to Scott (enough to go against everything her family wants) and he tells her to go on a date with someone else. Not just that, but to kiss someone else. To kiss Matt, specifically, whom he knows Stiles thinks is really fucking creepy (though, we need to acknowledge that no one knew Matt was stalking Allison.) And she tries to show him that he’s asking for something really fucking weird and uncomfortable. “Kiss him? You mean, like really kiss him?” And even then, he doesn’t think anything is weird about telling his girlfriend (and they are clearly v monogamous. We see how insanely possessive he is of her, losing his shit when she’s just introduced to other guys Lydia knows, after only one date that he bailed from) to kiss someone else, but not kiss them the way she kisses him. He doesn’t ask for any info about the date, doesn’t ask if Allison’s uncomfortable. He just says “Do it.” and expects her to obey. He feel entitled to controlling who she’s with and what she does, without asking her if she’s okay with it. Because I haven’t seen later seasons in a long time, I usually try to stick to the earlier stuff so I’m less likely to say something stupid, but I do remember him scaring her in her bedroom. There’s a lot about that scene to unpack, but in the case of Allison specifically, we see that he still feels entitled to touch her. They are not friends right now. She has not given any hint that she wants to get back together (except asking to talk to him in ep.1). He should not feel like it is in any way okay to touch her at all, let alone hold her still with super strength. But he does. In his mind. She’s Allison, so why wouldn’t he able to touch her?

He also feels entitled to his leadership. We need to make clear that Scott doesn’t do the leadership stuff. He just happens to be the person in the friend group who’s a werewolf. Stiles and Jackson are the ones who go and set Peter on fire after they can’t get ahold of Scott (WHO IS NOW WITH DEREK, and THEREFORE HAS HIS PHONE). (You’re telling me Scott could’ve done the howl thing at any time to find Derek, and he just left him there for a week?) (Also, yes, I know Stiles was also not involved in helping find Derek until Peter made him. I’m annoyed at him too.) What is leadership-worthy about leaving a tortured man on a grate with electric wires plugged into his side and shackles on his wrists until he agrees to help you kill his own uncle (Oh, also, I have Peter feelings and have salty thoughts about the plot of s1, if anyone’s interested)? But let’s say Scott’s leadership comes in Season 2, not at the end of S1. But when exactly does he earn it? When he tells a teenage girl he doesn’t care about the humiliation and pain that led her to taking a bite that would cure her lifelong illness and give her a friend group that she didn’t have to be afraid of or bullied by? When he called a boy who looked him in the eyes and begged for him to keep his wolf secret “Bloodthirsty”? When he dismissed Boyd’s want for the bite, which was a way for him to make friends and feel like he belonged somewhere, as ridiculous? When he damaged Boyd’s workplace in a way that would almost certainly get Boyd in trouble? (You think smashing a massive crater into the middle of the ice rink with his fist didn’t get Boyd yelled at or maybe even fired?) When Boyd asked to talk to him on the field, and Scott attacked without rhyme or reason? When he let Erica sit and seize while he fussed over Allison? “This doesn’t Feel right” really Scott? You know, I think Erica, who’s having a fucking seizure in the next aisle, would agree! Hurry the fuck up! Oh my god, I went so off track. I have more thoughts on all that though, if anyone’s curious. Anyway. Scott doesn’t do anything that actually entails being a leader. His one job in the rave, he passes off to Isaac so that he can go call Gerard, because he’s currently working with the villain behind everyone’s back. The whole thing with Allison telling her parents and the plan with Derek getting messed up? Yeah, that was Scott’s fault for not telling her. Hell, for not telling GERARD. He, what he expected her to read his mind? Scott knew Allison was telling her parents about Jackson! She said she would tell them after he broke out of the van! The entire fuckup is his fault. But he still shouts at her and blames her and says she should’ve ‘trusted’ him. He passes all the guilt onto her and leaves her there on the verge of tears. He’s entitled to her obedience and he’s entitled to shaming her and scolding her like a child when she doesn’t do what he wants.

So, yeah, I think Scott’s entitled.

Scott is: Misogynistic. This one...I’m not so sure? Scott has a lot of bad qualities, a lot of behavior that’s incredibly toxic and manipulative, but I can honestly say that I can’t think of a single time when his reasoning for not letting/not thinking someone is capable of doing something is because they’re female?

There’s a lot to be said about the manipulative way that he speaks to and interacts with his girlfriends, but that doesn’t stem from misogyny, from what I can see. It stems from everything else. From his self-obsession, from his moral code, from his honest belief that he deserves obedience and complete candor from those closest to him. He does this to everyone, not just the women. It’s just easier to see it with the women because we’re primed to look for it. (I’m making the assumption here that you are female/feminine presenting, anon, since I know that the vast majority of the fandom is, but if I’m wrong, my apologies) Wow, though I’d have more to say on this bit, but I don’t.

Scott is: Toxicly Masculine. I’m not sure where I lay on this idea. Teen Wolf does have a lot of general instances of toxic masculinity, and Scott does exhibit some of them, but again, part of those behaviors can be found in women as well.

I know that it regularly pissed me off how often they reduced men to sex machines. *Scott and Allison are making out on Allison’s bed* Scott: “I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do.” Allison: “I’m not doing anything I don’t wanna do. Are you?” Scott (incredulous): “Are you seriously asking me that question?”

*Stiles and Heather are talking about having sex at the party* Heather: “I mean, would you be okay with that?” Stiles (gently mocking): “Would I be okay with that? Yes, yes, I believe so.” They go out of their way to completely negate the possibility that a guy wouldn’t be into sex, even making the concept of asking for a man’s consent sound silly. This becomes even more toxic when Stiles complains about Malia leaving marks on him, hurting him during sex, and he gets teased for it. No one considers it a problem that Malia is scratching him. He’s expected to be appreciative of it/like it.

There’s the possessiveness, yes. Scott does some really fucked up, possessive things. Like freaking on Allison when Lydia introduces her to other guys, or getting angry from the sidelines just because Jackson is talking to Allison, not even flirting with her. Or running off to attack Jackson AND Allison (because there’s no proof he was only going after Jackson, and he’s only ever been able to follow allison’s scent across town, so he couldn’t have specifically been looking for Jackson) after she broke up with him. Throwing Isaac into a wall for liking Allison, even though they’ve been broken up for FOUR MONTHS. I can’t think of any more at the moment. But it’s a lot. BUT. We also see possessive behavior from Malia (yeah, she was an actual coyote for years, but she’s still a woman.) and similar amounts of aggression throughout the seasons from most of the shifters, implying that the habit is born from the werewolf/shifter thing, and not specifically Scott being toxicly masculine. (It’s still not good, but it’s not technically toxic masculinity.)

Aggression I think we can all agree is a shifter-wide phenomenon.

So, yeah, there’s instances that come across this way, and there’s also evidence that some of it is werewolf related, not scott related. I’m torn.

Anyway, again, I’ve talked way too much. If there are moments from later in the show that I’m missing that specifically prove/disprove these points, I’d love to know about it and check it out! I feel you Anon, Scott is infuriating and you’re in good company. <3

#personal #go for it #anti-scott mccall #Meta Ramblings #rant #thank you for the ask!#Anonymous

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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A Castlerock New Year’s Eve party

Notes: I reworked this one one short story instead of three small chapters. I know its New Years Eve but it is also creepy So it is a good fanfic to start off October. These characters will continue into an All Hallows Eve story I am I working on. Also I write The Kid/Henry Deaver a little different than most. He is based on the rumor that he is The Crimson King in the Steven King Universe. Word count 3,033

Warnings: creepiness, smut,

tags: @loomiz @super-pink-a-palouza @ill-skillsgard @waywardtigersandwich @dreamtherapy @grandpa-sweaters @goblincxnt @dragsraksllib @bskarsgardlove92 @taintedglass

Genevieve and her best friend Nadine, prepared for their yearly New Years Eve bash.They always invite practically the whole town of Castlerock, but only the very brave showed up. For most people that have survived in Castlerock long enough, know it’s no a place to be out during the night. Hell, the local bar has been closing at 8pm since the last disappearances.

But they revel in the possible dangers lurking around every corner especially in the evening hours. They have seen some weird shit growing up around here. Like part of the town of Derry falling practically underground like there was an earthquake, but no earthquake ever registered there Parents kept children inside the whole year before that happened.

Now that they are adults they feel, either embrace the darkness that goes on around you or you let it drive you madd. Most people in the area lean towards the crazy side but pretend to be completely normal.

“What if we put on the invite for everyone to wear cloaks this year?” Nadine suggested.

Genevieve agreed. “I love that idea. Oh, we need to find that Kid that they say went missing from the prison and hasn’t been seen since. Did you see his wanted posted? He’s fucking hot. We need him at the party.”

“We need him?” Nadine Smirked. “More like you think you need him because he is creepy as fuck.”

“You say, creepy. I say, hot.” Genevieve laughed. “What ev. I want to find him. I want to know his story.”

Nadine huffed. “Fine, we can do some research and see if anyone is talking, which I doubt because no one in this town talks about anyone who has gone missing weather they are a good person or bad.”

“He’s good. I just know it.” Gen grinned. “I mean he is at least as good as me.”

Nadine cackled. “Oh, so, the bar isn’t that high,”

They giggled continuing shopping for party supplies. This task is not so easy in a town like Castlerock. No after dark parties, equal no great party supply stores. They buy left over red Christmas lights and some cool looking statues from Pop’s, who never asks questions why anyone would need anything. The décor is complete.

A trip to the grocery to get chips, dips and hotdog tots and they are done for the day. They left invites in every mailbox and a handful at each store. This is mostly to tell the town they don’t care about their petty fears. Tomorrow night this party is a go.

Gen is walking down the street alone. It seems something is gnawing at her to head into the woods. The ground is covered in fog; it is dark with a chill to the air. Her small flashlight and this feeling kept her on a path leading through the woods. The hat on her hoodie pulled up over her head keeps her warm enough. She stopped when she saw a small cabin up ahead.

A little frightened she walks to the cabin anyway. Genevieve feels something is waiting inside. The hairs on the back of her neck rise as she opened the unlocked door slowly.

“Hello, is anyone here?” Only her echo is returned.

The room is silent. The darkness blankets it other than her flashlight with its one beam of light. She lifted the flashlight up slowly. An iron cage in the corner of the room comes into view. Gen started to walk over. Hearing shoveling she stopped. Gen pointed the flashlight towards the sound. It’s him. It’s The Kid on the wanted poster. He is caged like an animal. His big sad eyes meet with hers.

“Who left you hear like this?” Genevieve asked.

He said nothing just looking at her pleading for help with his expressive eyes. She looked for the opening of the cage. Seeing the padlock, she rummaged through her mini backpack to find anything to help pick the lock.

“I’ll get you out of there.” Genevieve kept looking threw her bag as she toldl him, “Just let me find something to pick the lock. I’m really good at it with just the right…Oh, yes, this safety pin will work.”

Genevieve worked on the lock as The Kid watches closely. It barely takes her a minute to pop the lock. She opened the door. Taking his hand, he leans on her a little as she helped him to the couch. Gen ran her hand through his thick brown hair holding the flashlight between the two of them. He caressed her cheek with his large hand.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

He managed to speak in in whisper. “Here they have been calling me Henry, but I go by other names. You can call me Red or Henry like others do. Thank you, My Queen, for opening that cage. I knew you would come eventually.”

Goosebumps ran over her body. He leaned in kissing her lips as a thank you. His lips are dry and chapped. When he moves back watching for her reaction she dug in her backpack and find some cherry Chapstick. Gen applied it to his lips gently.

“This will help make those lips feel better.” Genevieve put the flashlight down between them so she could hold his chiseled jaw as she applied the Chapstick. “I’ll get you a drink from the kitchen if the water is working. Some of these old cabins…”

Genevieve gasped as he touched the inside of her thigh. He ran his hand up slowly unbuttoning her jeans as he watched her reaction. It seems like a split second they are naked and she is riding him moaning out as he rests his hands on your hips. As she rolled her hips, he thrusts powerfully pushing her to the edge of ecstasy.

Genevieve wakes in a sweat breathing heavily. Her mind swirls as she tried to remember the dream that brought her to this state. All she remembered is there is a cabin in the woods she needs to get to, but maybe during the day would be better.

When daylight breaks she gets ready for an adventure. Gen is not sure what She will find, but she brings some bottled water and turkey sandwiches in case she gets lost. She has heard of people getting lost, never to be found again, in these woods. Plus, there is something about them that always makes her ears ring.

Genevieve has never told friends that because they love to have bonfires in the woods to try to scare each other with stories they have heard about the area. It doesn’t bother her enough to ruin a good time. Once she has a beer or three Gen doesn’t even notice the ringing.

Sticks and dried leaves crackle under her feet as she makes her way through the woods. Unsure where she is exactly going, she trudges along watching for the cabin in your dreams. Gen shakes her head thinking, Why, would I ever come out here alone? Then she sees it through the trees. It’s a pretty rundown looking cabin.

Silence drops around the area as Genevieve gets closer to the cabin. She thinks, That’s not weird at all, but I’ve come this far. She goes to the door. Looking around she knocks because who is dumb enough to just walk into a creepy old cabin. No one answers. The door creaks as she opened it slowly. It smells musty and dirty. No one seemed to be in there. Gen starts to turn to leave and then she heard the shoveling.

Genevieve turned her head seeing him in the cage. Her eyes widen as he looks to her innocently. It’s the Kid she has wanted to find. The one, she dreamed of finding here. Could that even be true? She is not sure what to say or do. Maybe she is just dreaming again. It all seems a bit bazaar.

His voice is barely audible. “You’re here?”

Genevieve whispered, “yeah.”

He replied, “To help?”

She asked. “Who are you?”

A slight grin appears on his face. “You know.”

Gen swallowed hard as they stared at each other for a few moments.

He whined. “Help?”

Genevieve is a little hesitant, but he seems so fragile and helpless. She still doesn’t really know what is going on. All she knows is this strong feeling to help him. She looked around the room and in every drawer for a key. Only in her dreams is Gen a master at picking a lock. She can feel him watching her as she tore up the place looking for the key. She finds it taped under the coffee table when she overturns it.

Gen holds the key up. “I found the key, Red.”

She thinks, Where did I get that name from? But she is sure that is his name or one name he likes to be called anyway.

He smiled. “Good girl. Open the door, Now.”

Shivers roll down her spine as he emphasizes the word, now. A small wicked grin crosses his lips as she unlocked his prison. He stumbles a bit as he gets to his feet trying to walk. Genevieve tries to help. They sat on the couch. She watches his hands as he studies her closely. It seems neither trusts the other in this moment.

Genevieve finally broke the silence. “I brought water and sandwiches.”

She got up mostly to get some distance between them. She has never been so unsure about a person’s motivations in her life. Gen set the table back upright and put her bag on it.

As she got out the packed stuff, she questioned him. “How long has it been since you had food or water?”

He sighed deeply. “A while.” His body was stick thin. His face a bit gaunt. His eyes sat back in the sockets deep but still large.

Gen untwisted the cap on a water and handed it to him. He took small sips as if conserving it in case it is the last thing he ever drinks. When she handed him the sandwich, he took it apart carefully. Then he balled up the bread to eat.

When Genevieve watched him stuff it in his mouth she laughed. “I guess the rumor of you being a carb addict was correct. You should eat the protein to, so you heal.”

As he chewed up the bread he noded.

She took a swig of bottled water. “If you want, I can take you back to my loft to get cleaned up?”

. “Yes.” He croaked

“My Friend and I are supposed to throw a New Years Eve party tonight, but I can stay home and take care of you.” She mentioned even though she originally wanted him at the party. “I don’t think you should be alone or be around a lot of people right now.”

“We should go.” He countered.

That surprises her. “You want to go to the party with me?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

“Okay, I’d like that.” Gen smiled. “Do you think you can walk? Oh, I should find you different cloths. Maybe there is some in the closet.”

He watched as she went towards a closet. He took off all his clothing throwing them in the cell. “I can walk.”

“This will have to do.” Gen pulled a long brownish-red cloak from the closet. “It will be perfect for the party.” When she turned around she gasped. Then grinned. “Okay, Big Red. Put this on. And let’s go.”

He puts on the cloak. Then they head to her place.

When Genevieve let him in the door he ducked. She felt bad her loft apartment had such low ceilings since when he stood the top of the cloak brushes the ceiling. He sat spread out in a large chair.

Gen is not sure why, but she has a desire to sit at his feet looking up at him. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

He sits up to caress her cheek.“Yes, my Queen.” She leaned into his touch.

The way he says it gives her chills. He tilts his head seeming to contemplate something. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

Genevieve shuddered “I uh, I think I should know more about you before anything, I mean before we go to the party.”

He nods in agreement as he thinks of a clever story to ease her mind. “I don’t remember how long I was in that cage or how I got there really. I don’t even know why. If you need to know why I am sorry I can’t tell you. I was a fiction writer obsessed with how science fiction dealt with time and space. I was mostly alone other than my gold tabby, Randal, who seemed to worship me. He was a little asshole but still wanted me to care for him. You know animals?”

Gen giggled. “Yeah, I know. So, have you written anything I might know?”

He shrugged, “I don’t think so. I self-published once. That seems like ages ago or maybe after now. I’m not really sure.”

His words confused her. “After now?”

He answered, “Yeah, I created something or someone else did. I can’t remember now.”

She nods concerned his lack of concentration.“I think you need to eat and drink more to clear the cobwebs from your brain.”

He caressed her cheek again as Gen looked to him for answers. “Yeah, I think that is what happens now or should happen or did.”

Genevieve blinked several times as if that would help her understand. “Okay, weird, you relax in here.”

She headed into the kitchen to put on some steak and eggs. Gen hummed as she bustled around to get things together. She put the steaks on and seasoned them. Then she cracked the eggs beside them still humming the last song she heard as she shook her bum a little. When Gen did a little turn, she jumped seeing him standing naked in the doorway.

“I’m not sure I meant for you to get that comfortable.” Gen tried to laugh it off.

“Are you done yet?” He gave her a wanting look. “I need you.”

Genevieve turned back to flip the steaks. “It depends on how rare you like your steak.”

He came over behind her watching the steak and eggs cook. After a few minutes he put his hands on her hips.

. “Turn it off.” He pleaded. “I need you. I always need you.”

Gen is surprised to feel his arousal so prominently. She reached to turn off the stove. Then she turned to look up at him. Holding her hips, he pulled her away from the stove. He did not break eye contact. She could not tear her eyes away from his. As he reached down undoing her jeans she pulled off her hoodie with the t-shirt underneath it. Gen stepped out of her jeans and panties as he griped her face with both hands plastering his lips against hers. As she moved backwards, he continues to kiss her hungerly. She hit a wall. He pulled her hands over her head as he positions himself to wreck her. She moaned out at the complete fullness she felt. The utter intesity of the moment.

He captures her mouth in another kiss as Gen felt yourself getting close to her peak. He looked at her with a devilish grin when she screamed out “YES OH FUCK YES!” as her orgasm hit. He groaned as he came soon after. Slowing to a still he held Genevieve close not wanting to lose their closeness. He leans his forehead to hers.

Gen ran her fingers though his drenched hair when he let go of her wrists. “I’ll always find you. I don’t fully understand but I’ll always find you.”

He nods, “Most of the time you do.” He pulled out. “I live for these times.”

“Yeah?” Gen smiled. “We can stay here.”

“No we have to go.” He sighed. “ Put on your cloak. I’ll put on mine.”

Genevieve took a deep breath. “I think, we eat, shower and then get ready and go to the party.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

About three hours later they go to the party. When Nadine sees them her eyes are wide.Her heart practically stops. Jealousy swells in her thoughts.

“Oh, wow you actually…” She looks to Henry. “Your Henry, right?”

He nods a yes since he knows that is the name he is called here. She looks to Genevieve. She silently mouths, you fucked him? Gen blushed. He grins walking in front of Gen knowing what Nadine is feeling. He stays close to Genevieve without saying a word as she socializes with friends. They can’t believe he is there. He just nodded no expression on his face unless Gen turned to him in which case, he gave her a partial smile and sometimes a small kiss.

When the countdown started on the television Nadine screams, “ITS TIME. LET’S GO EVERYONE!”

Genevieve pulled The Kid outside with the rest of the crowd. He pulls her to face him as they go into the woods. A countdown to midnight goes on through cellphones as everyone laughs dancing around in their cloaks. Gen winced when her ears start to ring. He looked at her with dismay and fear in his eyes.

Several people are screaming, “Five, four, three, two…”

Genevieve put her hand on his cheek. “Don’t worry. Nothing really ever happens in these woods.”

The countdown continues as they walk near a clearing

” …two, one HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

He grabbed Gen. “Don’t worry you’ll find me another time.”

He kissed her passionately as long as he could keep her close to him as others are kissing and hugging and wishing each other a Happy New Year. But eventually Gen is pulled away to hug and kiss Nadine and others. Her hand still holds his but slowly he slips out of her grasp.

When Genevieve no longer felt him, she looked around. He is no where to be seen. Her chest hurts. Her ears are killing her. She stumbled around the scene.

Nadine helped her back to her place. “What happened? Where is he?”

“He’s gone.” Genevieve cried. “But I’ll find him another time.”

#castlrock #fanfic #fan fiction #the kid #henry deaver #red #big red #the crimson king #bill skarsgard #creepy #sexy #smut

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agirlhasnohome · 4 years

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10•18•2020

I have literally written this damn post three times now, this being the fourth because the WiFi I’m using currently is god awful. But hey, what can ya do? Hopefully fourth time is the charm. Anyway... in my last post I mentioned how much I detest the amount of trash other homeless people leave when they abandon various spots. I once stumbled across a spot this guy and his wife had been staying at for apparently five years. There’s this decent sized patch of nature that’s in the center of a busy street, an apartment complex, and some businesses where my ex, my good friend, and I decided to go deeper into one day. Inside we found this little tarp laid over two sticks making a tent that was completely surrounded by two liter bottles, beer cans, fast food trash, and a million other things. I’m not exaggerating when I say the trash would have been ankle deep. The tarp tent was clearly abandoned but as we kept going the trash began to look newer. I mean, bottles of pee. Empty boxes of everything. Used tampons. Eventually we came up on this couple’s large tent and shot the shit with them. That’s how we found out they’d been there five years. And it showed. I could count their years in trash. It looked like each time their camp got too full of their garbage...they moved to another spot somewhere else inside this little tree cluster. That shit drives me nuts. There were grocery bags everywhere. They seemed to be a relatively intelligent couple, yet lacked the motivation to pick up after themselves whatsoever. Some chick (I believe it was a chick) commented on my last post saying something like “you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find somewhere to throw away your garbage when you don’t have a place to live. Maybe you should try helping out”. Something very close to that. And I was like biiiiiitch, I MYSELF DO NOT HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE, yet I don’t struggle putting my trash into a bag and finding somewhere to throw that bag or bags away. Anyway... that being said... despite my hatred for people not giving a fuck about our planet... I do love scavenging spots where people have just left or forgotten their random shit. Today I went and checked out the area behind the motel I’ve been staying at.

I’ve been to this motel a million plus times and never noticed there was an area of space between the freeway and the motel. Went and checked it out and it’s obvious that it’s frequented by people. There was random shit everywhere. Especially used foils and syringes. I carefully scavenged the shit out of it and found myself two pairs of cute ass pants that looked like they’d be there for awhile. I stashed them until I come up with the $4 in quarters it’ll take to wash them here. Also during today’s scavenger hunt I found: a dope charger cable that works perfectly, 20+ brand new bobby-pins, 2 new markers, 3 quality gel pens, a really cool little stash vial, and a few other things I can’t remember off the top of my head.

There’s no shame in my trash-surfing game. I’m the epitome of “one bitch’s trash is another bitch’s treasure”. DISCLAIMER‼️ Your girl does not take anything unless I feel certain it’s been abandoned. So please ... if anyone is out there actually reading my posts... don’t come at me sideways saying I’m stealing anything from anyone. I won’t rob nor steal from someone unless they burn me first. And that’s just facts.

It was so beautiful outside today. Tomorrow I want to scope out the area along the freeway wall. See if I can find some more shit. Maybe someone’s drugs that got thrown out cause they’re getting pulled over. Lolololz.

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bohemiansweede · 5 years

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The Caregiver

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

Agegap

A/N Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank You

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- Oh Thank you so much Y/N, Mrs Lewis is my last one for the day but I really have to...

- It's ok Linda, I cover up for you, honestly.. It is ok.

I was so nice to everyone that I often forgot about myself, tonight it was my turn to cook on the chelter and before that my laundry really had to get organised... And the dishes, omg... Well it seamed that I had to do that one another night..

- You are such a rock Y/N.. How can I ever thank you? Mrs Lewis is a sweet old lady, you just have to be there on time and shop after her list, otherwise no problem.. Oh.. Right.. Almost forgot.. The bus.. Make sure you time it in.. It runs just once in an hour

- Ok, got it.. Have a nice dinner now.. Don't think about me, I smiled little sarcastic and headed out towards the bus stop

Jeez.. Well... I had nothing against helping people, the opposite frankly, I loved it, but it was a loooong time since I gaved myself some me time... And by that I should probably mention that it was about time that I had a good lay too..

With a cringy noise and a sigh, the bus stopped right by my feet

I asked the driver just in case where the closest stop was to the grocery store

The list was not that long but she was very specific what she wanted, down to the exact pound of cheese the special sausage at the butcher, her favourite olive oil, etc etc

I went in at butchers first and took it of the list, next was the post-office, I sighed.. There were tons of people inside and I just needed a few stamps for the letters. Just the thought of the fucking bus me freaked out.. Perhaps I should take the groceries first..

I went out again, it was a good choise to take my coat because it was cold today, but I still wore the shorter skirt from the lunch with Linda and that I regretted now

I grabbed a basket in the store and started to fill it.. The note was slightly wrinkled and it was little hard to see.. Usually I didn't have any problems with my eyes but..

- Ohh.. I.. ohh.. sorry..

I fell forward on my knees and almost grabbed a strangers legs

- Are you alright miss?

He reached out his hand

I looked up and saw straight up in a pair of gentle blue eyes

- Typical me... Ms Clumpsy..

I picked up the list from the floor which now also was dirty and wet

- Shopping for Mrs Lewis?

Guess she was well known

I brushed my knees of and took the basket which he had picked up from the floor

- Thank you, ehh.. yes.. Yes I am

- You better not be late then

He smiled and winked at me

I just stood and stared after him like my feets were glued to the floor, he was the most attractive man that I ever seen, maybe in his late 40's, the hair had just begun to turn grey and he had wrinkles around his eyes when he... Fuck.. The bus...

I sped up and went from isle to isle and grabbed my things.. There.. Just the olive oil then..

Of course on the top shelf

- Hello again.. Let me get that one for you dear

- Ohh.. H.. Hi..

My heart skipped a beat

He was soooo handsome and.. Yes... Hot.. Could I say a man in my dad's age was hot?

- We have to stop meeting like this.. I'm Roger

I took his warm strong hand in mine, wonder if he was married.. kids

- Y/N

When the olive oil was in the basket I went to the cashier, I had pretty good time.. Until I froze...

- Shit...

I grabbed the stuff and ran out, the post office was still occupied with people and the bus would leave in 10...

- Fuck...

The little kind old lady would turn into a witch.. A monster or maybe worse...

A car pulled in next to me, and when the window went down I saw him...

- Looks like you need a ride love.., did you miss the bus?

How happy I was to see this man right yet again

He asked if I was new at this job, and I explained that it was not even my job, he said he was sure of that Mrs Lewis was going to be satisfied with me anyway and I didn't have to worry

- I wait in the car while you go in to her

- But.. The bus stop is...

- No, I don't want to hear it... I am right here ok?

I don't think Linda or anyone had delivered groceries that fast before, I even managed to borrow her phone to cancel the chelter dinner... I had totally different things in mind

- Y/N.. I.. I was wondering if you wanted a cup of coffee?

- Coffee?

I didn't want to laugh but he sounded so cute and little nervous

- Yeah.. I.. Well.. There is not much coffeeshops around here and and.. Ehh.. Well.. Damn... Thing is.. I can literally be your dad.. but..

I silenced him with my finger on his lips, he swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath

Then I could not hold it anymore, he was like gasoline on my body that had cached fire, I crashed my lips onto his and at once he opened his mouth and met my tongue, I moaned in his mouth and his fingers tangeled in my hair

- Ro.. Roger.. Let's go... home

- Mmmmm... I would love to.. But... You have let go of my shift gear hunnie...

We both laughed, the situation was kinda weird brutal.. comic.. sexy

His lips was still burning on mine, I couldn't stop looking at him now and then during the drive

He did a slight left turn up on a gravel road and I saw a huge mansion

- You live.. He.. here?

- Yea.. I do.. Every other week I am alone..

There was my answer, divorced.. kids

He stopped the car right outside the door and gaved my knee a gentle squeeze

- You don't change your mind dear?

- No... Not a chance...

He grabbed his bags and went straight the kitchen

I was totally amazed by the fireplace and how beautiful everything was.. Really tastefully decorated..

I suddenly felt his strong arms around me..

He kissed my hair and my neck and his warm breath made my skin prickle with tiny dots

- You are so beautiful hunnie.. so young.. Almost untouched..

- I am n..

- Ssscchhh... I want to discover you... It is MY first time with you..

He took my hand and I followed him upstairs into the bedroom

We stod across eachother and my heart was beating so hard that he must have heard it

He cupped my face with his big hands and kissed me, the kiss was more passionate yet hungry

I tried to unbutton his shirt but I just fumbled, he noticed what I was doing so he took over

- Let me take care of you now darling... It is your turn to relax

He did not know how right he had

As he enjoyed every moment, he took his time undressing me and exploring my body, he was so different, he was a gentleman he was older.. he knew what he was doing..

Every inch of me was covered by tiny tiny kisses and nibbles

- Roger.. I whimpered.. please..

- I know I know.. Soon...

I could not hold it anymore and he knew it, he kissed the sensitive skin above my breasts while he cupped them, I felt how hard he was towards my leg and he groaned a little when he finally circled my nipple with his tongue

- Ahhhh God ... Ohhh ..

It felt like electricity in my whole body, I grabbed his head and even if it felt so good what he was doing I needed more, I pushed his head down.. further down.. to my dripping core

He looked up at me and gaved me a mischievous smirk

That totally changed everything

He grabbed a pillow from next to me and tucked it under my butt, then he grabbed my thighs and pushed my legs wide apart

He took his palms under my ass so I opened up more for him, this man was an oral expert.. Shit... He sloppy kissed my pussy and dragged his flattened tounge up and down along my folds, I arched my back and tried to grab the sheets but he pinned me down

He then circled my clit so fast that my eyes rolled back in my head he sucked it in his mouth almost nibbled on it

- Ahhh shit Rog Fuck... Ahhhh damnit..

He continued to lick with a rapid pace and it was not long until my walls started to collapse

- Shit Omg I... Iam... Ahhhh Gooood... Ahhhh

I squirted on his tounge and he was quick to drink the full amount of me

- Mmm... You taste delicious mmm...

- Omg.. It was... Do you want me to...

- No... I said I wanted to take care of you...

He smirked and kissed his all the way up to my lips again..

- Now.. I didn't exactly plan this.. Are you...

He frowned a bit

- Yes, I am safe, I am on the pill..

- Glad you said that... Cause cannot fuckin wait any longer

I felt how his erected cock trailed near my entrance, after the tip was inside me it just took a few seconds for me to adjust to his size

- Omg hunnie, you feel so fuckin amazing.. Shit..

His head fell back and his pace increased, his hips snapped and I bucked my body up to meet his

- Ohhh Roger... Fuck.. Ahhh... Harder... Harder... Ohhh...

He took a grip on the bed frame and the other one he teared apart the sheets, sweat was dripping from his forehead down on my neck

I felt that he was close and I was not far behind myself

With almost pornographic sounds we came undone together, he emptied himself deep inside of me and my final contractions maked sure there was nothing left

- Ohh God.. You were amazing.. Truly amazing...

- Roger... Wow.. I... I have no words...

- Not so bad for an ol...

I smacked his upper arm

- Don't say it...

We laid tangled together for a bit, I could sense that he was thinking of something

- Are you sure you don't know who I am love?

I froze a little, what have I missed

- Should I... I mean... I am not from here...

He chuckled a little..

- Well... I don’t know if I should be honoured or nervous.. It was long time ago since nobody didn't know who I was

I was even more confused

Well... He was in late 40s.. Maybe he had put on some weight?... Hair.. Was it the hair? The glasses?

- I am hungry love, do you want something to eat?

- Sure.. OK...

He kissed me softly and he gaved me a bathrobe that I could borrow

I took a glimpse in the mirror.. I looked totally fucked, and I was.. but I happy too.. There could absolutely be something with this guy whoever he was.. Politics? No..

And kids? Fine.. As long as it is ok with the ex...

I bounced downstairs and heard him hum on something for himself in the kitchen

On the way there I passed a big wall... A wall full of gold disc's platinum records...

WOW... Really...

I palmed my forehead and did an eyeroll.. I had totally missed out that it was him

In the corner of my eye I saw that he was watching me and he walked in my direction

- I... I'm sorry... I didn't tell you

- And I'm sorry I didn't recognise you...

- Sssscchhh... You know what.. Mrs Lewis doesn't know either..

He kissed me softly

- So.. are you staying?

- I am not leaving.. Well.. Maybe just for posting a letter

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spookysnicket · 5 years

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ANON: i apologize immensely if this isn't something you're comfortable with writing, but could i maybe get some headcanons for how Bubba Sawyer and Vincent Sinclair would be with a s/o who has an eating disorder, specifically anorexia? i've been kinda having a Not Fun Time lately with some struggles and could use some fluffy boyos. if this isn't something you're comfortable with though, i 100% understand

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(Hey love, don’t you worry about a thing! I’m so sorry this took a bit to get out, I spent the past few days doing research and taking notes on EDs, hopefully to get these as accurate as possible- and then I saved this in my drafts all night thinking I posted it. I want to make a disclaimer though, that this whole post has the potential to be triggering, so big trigger warning in advance! I also have never personally dealt with anyone who’s had an eating disorder, so please let me know if any of these are harmful or inaccurate and I’ll edit them immediately. With all that aside, please be safe and take care. HCs below the cut)

Bubba Sawyer 🐓

🐓 If we’re being honest, at first the brothers just think you don’t want to eat other people- which isn’t wrong, but not correct, either. This dawns on Bubba when he puts together seeing you cook with Drayton, yet not having any of the meals yourself

🐓 His first reaction is concern. Out of the way of his brothers, Bubba will approach you with a bowl half full of chili and anxious babbling- the poor guy just doesn’t know what's wrong. He understands how difficult it can be to struggle against yourself, so if you aren’t ready to open up just then, he’ll worriedly relent until you are

🐓 Once you break it to him that you have an ED, you’re going to have to explain a little more. Bubs was only raised by the rules of family and food. He doesn’t quite grasp the concept of you not being able to eat regularly

🐓 When the light above his head finally flickers on, he’s full protective mode. Considering how crude and brutish Nubbins, Chop Top, and Drayton can be, Bubs is officially taking no chances with their remarks. “Hey, Y/N looks-” No. “Y/N, you should-” No. “Oh hey Y/N, you want-” No. He’s putting his big boy foot down, even if it’s on his family- he’s not letting anyone or anything mess with your recovery. You’re in this together!

🐓 Bubba immediately starts worrying that whatever long forgotten canned goods in the cupboards and cabinets aren’t well enough for you, so he'll sit you down and make a list of your favorite foods. The next few days Bubs spends pleading and whimpering and crying at Drayton’s feet until he finally goes grocery shopping- praise the saw

🐓 In their usual valiant attempts to be supportive, Chop Top and Nubbins add their own rather ridiculous requests to the shopping list so they too can protest with Bubba (Any reason for them to cause a ruckus is a good one)

🐓 Since you’re a part of the family now, you’re expected to uphold the “Sawyer clan values”.. That’s the phrase Drayton used in his speech to give you chores, anyway. The younger three always try to swap out their less exerting duties with you though, especially on the days which you feel excessively fatigued or worn out

🐓 Effectively, you have an entourage of caretakers! As much as Bubba would love to be physically attached to your side (he’s probably thought about it), he carries the bulk of the workload- meaning he’s stuck downstairs busy as a bee more often than not. Regardless, his brothers always manage to stay nearby and on the lookout for any signs of wooziness from you while you go about your chores

🐓 Now, with that considered, the boys know good as anyone that you don’t need to be babied. You get Drayton’s crap and Nubbins and Chop Top’s pranks just as much as everyone else- because you’re a part of them. You’re as strong as any Sawyer, and Bubba couldn’t be any more proud

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

🕯 A part of being Vincent’s S/O is being his muse- which is why he’s a tad shell shocked when you start tearing up at the sight of a drawing he’d made of you

🕯 Prior to this, Vincent had likely done plenty of stalking- at least enough for him to determine that you suffer from some sort of disorder. This was partially why he had mustered up his confidence and shown you his art in the first place- with hopes that it would help. Unfortunately, it had unplanned adverse effects. Vinny spends the next few hours feeling horribly guilty, and attempting to properly educate himself with your aid

🕯 Vincent reacts similarly to how Bubba does in regards to his brothers and their insensitivity. Lester’s quick to show understanding, but Bo .. well, is Bo, and takes longer to cut the jokes and respect your afflictions. It’s a rare occasion that Vincent makes his stance clear, so his brothers will both do their best to give you their support too

🕯 If you’re one to exercise a bit excessively, the boys will come together and make accommodations. Lester’s cleared out a small pathway around Ambrose for you to jog along, that passes by all the major buildings where they typically can be found. Bo is, without a doubt, the guy to have a workout room. You two can schedule times to spot each other and exercise there together. Vincent, in hopes to find less physically trying ways to get your fitness fix in, has dedicated a whole space just to you in the museum where you can try out yoga

🕯 Vincent’s picked up on how you silently struggle with your self image. Finding little wax trinkets on the sink counter in your bathroom is a common occurrence, as well as sticky notes plastered onto your mirror. The notes are short but sweet, written in Vinny’s trademark cursive, and usually compliment your eyes, hair, outfit, etc.

🕯 There isn’t exactly a whole bountiful list of things to keep yourself occupied with in Ambrose, and Vincent often worries about you not having any creative outlets of which you can take out your frustrations with. Knowing this, Lester came back from a roadkill run with one big word he’d heard from a passerby: aromatherapy. If you’re outdoorsy, try going into the woods and scavenging for any pleasant smelling flowers that grow nearby- Vincent will take them and, after some trial and error testing, turn them into scented candles

🕯 You getting sick is one of Vincent’s biggest concerns. He knows he’ll be too preoccupied with work to be able to properly care for you- meaning that it’s up to his brothers to nurse you for a majority of the day. It’s not quite as bad as he thinks, Bo and Lester mostly do a fine job of checking in on you, but you’d be lying if you said that they’re better than the extra cuddly and extra clingy Vincent you get once he’s home

🕯 Vinny is a huge cuddle bug on the down low. I HC that aside from all the psychological and mental struggles he faces, sleeping is difficult for him due to his injuries as well. If you have a hard time getting rest, you both will often lay in your shared bed, all wrapped up in one another long into the late hours of the night, and early on into the first morning lights

🕯 Whether it be surprising or not, Vinny has quite the wardrobe. It mostly consists of cozy earthy tones, with an excess of large musty sweaters tattered by, from what you could guess, is either wear or moths. Seeing as they’re somewhat loose on Vincent himself, his oversized sweaters drape over you heavily, and conceal your form. Once he notices you’ve taken a liking to a handful of them, Vincent will happily tailor them to better suit you- pinning up the baggiest areas that rub uncomfortably against your skin, while still leaving enough material to cover and alleviate some of your insecurities- if just for a while

🕯 In the event you get so cold that even your comfy sweaters can’t stop you from shivering, you’re more than welcome to go down to the basement and warm up with Vincent. While there’s a chilly draft all through the passageway, the combination of steam, lit candles, and open fires in his workshop make it just comfortably above room temperature

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