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You don’t have to write this, it’s just an idea I wanted to share. (:

Where the reader is someone who closely resembles a lost family member, say brother in their case, who died.

He has the same mannerisms, responds in the same snarky way. He may even physically resemble the lost teen, maybe he has the same coloured eyes, or wears the same boyish clothes. But not too similar, it’s just the way he acts. It’s so similar it’s almost uncanny.

And it’s like something snapped in the family. Like their missing piece was found. But this random kid (turning adult), probably works near where they frequently patrol, or goes to the same school as one of them as a senior, has a family. Admittedly a shitty one as what Gotham family isn’t, but still has one. He has a life, he isn’t their dead brother.

But they don’t care. He’s theirs. He’s being called their brothers name, taken to their manor, forced to live in the dead brothers room. Because the reader is their brother. Whether he likes it or not.

Thanks for reading. If you want to write it that would be awesome, but you’ve already done a request for me so I don’t have a problem if you don’t have any desire write it. Please respond if you think the idea is shitty haha

Puppy

(Yandere Batfam X Male! Reader Platonic)

Warning: Emotional abuse (?), slight suicidal ideation (its like a line)

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When Tim had first seen those E/C eyes, staring into his own blue eyes and very much alive, he had raced back to the manor and checked if the grave had been defiled. He checked, and checked again if the body of their brother had been taken. When the dirt proved not to be disturbed, he raced back to the batcomputer and began researching. 

Y/N L/N, a high school dropout and a worker at one of the nail salons near a cafe the Wayne family frequents, and with two very alive parents had filled all the screens in the Batcave. His school records, no run in with the law, he was simply a kid that had to drop out of school to support his family. 

He is a kid that looks so unfairly like B/N in those clothes he always wore. The family had thought Tim was crazy, obsessing over this budding young adult that Tim had only run into once. 

Then Dick ran into him. Standing in line for his drink, he saw exactly what Tim saw. Intense E/C eyes, meeting his for only a second, before turning around back to his friends. The smile is only slightly different and the laugh an octave lower, but virtually the same. Dick was staring at his dead brother’s doppelganger. 

He had snapped a photo and raced back to home, dying to show the others. From there, two things had begun. The first was an all out investigation on the person known as Y/N, from Cass and Stephanie befriending him at the salon, and the brother’s befriending him outside of his work. Even Bruce began helping and ‘accidentally’ running into Y/N. The more they got to know Y/N, the more it began to soothe the wound that B/N had left when he passed. Physically, they were different besides the eyes. However, everything else was so unfairly like B/N, that if someone told Bruce that B/N was alive and just got plastic surgery and changed his name to Y/N, he would believe them. 

Y/N cracked the same jokes, folded his hands in the same way, and had the same look when listening. Like every word spoken was the gospel and the person speaking deserved to be heard. 

Y/N’s parents, from the deep dive Tim did, could be bribed. Their silence could be bought and compliance forced. Dad had a criminal history, and mom preferred to buy love from gigolos then shower her child in it. It was too easy. Almost insultingly so. 

Which is why when CPS called saying they got a complaint, and that Y/N was to be placed in the foster care of Bruce Wayne, the parents didn’t throw a fit or cry out for their son that was being placed in the back of a black car. 

Bruce could only offer his shoulder as Y/N had sobbed on the new bed, in a new room, in a new place. 

“Th-they’re not bad par-parents! Why would someone call?” Bruce rubbed Y/N’s back comfortingly, listening and saying nothing as Y/N continued to cry, “They-they didn’t even fight for me Bruce. They just watched.” It was a rough transition, but it was made. Y/N had kept to himself for the most part, until around the second week where he started to emerge more from his room and hang around the other kids. 

It would be two months in which Y/N began to notice some things. At first it started with shopping. 

“C’mon, Y/N! It’s your favorite store.” He stared up at the high end fashion stores and he knows that never in his life has he ever been in here. His family was too poor to buy anything outside of a thrift store. 

Nevertheless, he narrowed his eyes but played along. He watched the price tally up enough to give him a stroke, and he nearly passed out when Dick simply pulled out a card without batting an eyelash. 

“Y/N, it’s your favorite restaurant!” Y/N hates this type of food. 

“Y/N! I got it in your favorite color.” This is definitely not his favorite color. 

“Y/N, your favorite show is on.” 

“Y/N, your favorite-” 

“Y/N-”

“Y/N-” 

“Y/N-” 

“B/N-” 

“What did you just call me?” Y/N met Damian’s green eyes in bewilderment. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the younger boy, and he glanced around to the paused Tim. It was a genuine question, but the alarm bells began ringing louder than ever. 

Everything slowly falling into place as the actions began to fall into place. 

“It was a mix up in names.” Y/N narrowed his eyes, but let it slide. But then it happened again. And again. And again. It got the point that it was becoming a habit to respond. Y/N caught himself a few times, and he began to wonder if this was some new psychological trick. 

Like calling a puppy by a new name until it responds. Thing thing is, is that it isn’t even a new name. Its the name of their dead brother, B/N. 

Everyone knows how B/N Wayne died. It wasn’t a secret and it became the reason for one of the biggest Grants in Gotham. B/N Wayne had died tragically in a car accident. A driver under the influence had T-boned B/N’s car, causing it to flip and to steer into the side of the bridge. It’s only because its Gotham that the rails didn’t break, but the damage had already been done. B/N Wayne had been pronounced dead on the scene and the driver arrested. Now, the Wayne family funds one of the biggest grants in Gotham, possibly the East Coast, for families who have lost someone to a DUI accident. 

Bruce can remember staring into the cold and bloody face of his son. The skin was pale and looking like wax, and those E/C eyes were forever closed. He held those bruised cheeks within his hands and he cried for the child that will never be an adult. 

Then, a few years later, Y/N L/N shows up out of nowhere with the same eyes and personality. Smiling the same way, laughing the same way, and even having the same mannerisms. Bruce saw his son in Y/N, and wanted nothing more than to take him home. The rational part of Bruce knows that Y/N was not B/N, and that it would be cruel to everyone if he continued to act like it. 

B/N would have hated it. 

Yet, as Bruce continued to watch Y/N get in his old car, one that was bought from a seedy person but a necessity because Y/N’s house was nowhere near his work, Bruce couldn’t stop the lurch in his throat or the way his heart almost stopped. Pictures of the wreck, of his son’s cold and emotionless face, filled his mind the same way his parents’ dead bodies do. Forever haunting. 

When Y/N had been brought to the manor, Bruce made the rule clear: Y/N is to never drive. It’s an easy rule that everyone follows. Even Alfred, the only one who could see how wrong all of this was, abided by the rule. 

Slowly but surely, everything was falling into place. They were so entranced with the idea of B/N being back that they had momentarily forgotten something. Y/N knows he is not B/N.

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“Y/N do not get in that driver’s seat!” He slammed his foot on the petal, and the screeching of tires only momentarily hurt his ears. Y/N knows, he knows he is just encouraging them to chase. This had turned into a cat and mouse chase, and by taking off and driving away, Y/N was only encouraging them to follow. 

It's not like he could go anywhere. His credit and debit were all tied back to Bruce, he had no family (because those assholes are the reason he is in this situation), no friends willing to stick up to the Wayne family (not that he blames them), and he has only known Gotham. There is nowhere for him to go. 

He knows this. Y/N knows this like he knows himself. 

Yet, he needed to get away. Just for a bit. Just to have a moment to himself where he is Y/N, and not B/N. Not the dead child that has yet to come back to the Wayne family. Although, with how obsessive and possessive they were acting with Y/N, perhaps it is best that B/N does stay buried. 

Y/N did not go into Gotham. He instead went towards the mountain range. B/N had died in Gotham. He had died in a car, in the driver’s seat, in Gotham City. Y/N was mad, yes. He was irritated and fed-up. However, he wasn’t cruel. As much as he wanted to, and he played with the idea like it was his favorite toy, he couldn’t bring himself to cause that much pain to Bruce, to Alfred, or even to the siblings. Maybe if they were abusive assholes and just terrible people doing this to be terrible. However, with his time spent with them, Y/N knows they aren’t terrible people. How can terrible people love someone as much as they loved B/N… right?

As much as his conscience encouraged him to, begged for him to, Y/N just couldn’t do it. So, he drove to the mountains, tears racing down his cheeks as he literally drove away from his problems and from the life he was chained to have. There is nowhere he could go that they couldn’t find him. 

For fuck’s sake, he’s positive that worse comes to worse, they will call on Superman to help them locate him. Batman, for how proud he was, would do anything to locate his kids. That is something even Y/N knew. It was something that he had to come to terms with, and it felt that the whole Justice League was going to be his enemy if he ever decided to run away. 

Y/N hit the steering wheel in anger. Six months ago he would have never done that, not to this beautiful car that was worth more than his life, but the frustration of it all had basically erupted. At least, here in the privacy of the car, he could vent and let out all the months of frustration and heartbreak. 

Heartbreak because Y/N knows that they don’t love him for Y/N. They only love him as the replacement for B/N. All they see is B/N unless Y/N is doing something that B/N would never do. 

‘Y/N, come back.’ The text message caused him to floor it, his vision blurring for a few seconds and the sight of a deer in the middle of the godforsaken road had him slamming on the brakes and nearly losing control. The screeching of tires and burnt smell of rubber had Y/N pulling over and catching his breath. 

Tears continued to stream down his face and he shakily removed his hands from the steering  wheel. He was breathing heavily as he did so, and he could feel his chest aching as the realization of what had happened. Turning around, he took in the empty road behind him and counted down the seconds before one of them would show up. He contemplated running. Forget the car and just start running to who knows where because this fucking sucks! 

All of this! This whole entire situation is just so messed up and the worst part about it is that Y/N knows it could be worse. He’s not locked in a basement. He’s not chained up or drugged, or anything really. It’s just… its not him their affections are going towards, its the ghost of the child who is gone. 

Gritting his teeth, Y/N tried starting the car only for the ignition to get stuck and no amount of jiggling, cursing, begging, or crying moved it. 

“Fucking hell!” He hit the steering wheel again. He got out of the car, and in a fit of rage, he kicked the tire. Sort of like an animal trapped in a cage, he began pacing back and forth in front of the car, seething with rage. 

His phone dinged, and Y/N didn’t even bother to read the text. He threw the phone across the road into the thickets beside the road. Y/N let out a loud rage-filled scream, and then sat next to the car. His back resting against the waxed door and he waited patiently for the sound of an engine, which wasn’t too long. 

Looking out on the road, he could see the silhouette of a motorcycle, and he knows that it is Jason. Which is… odd. Him and Jason haven’t talked as much as he and the others have. Jason was sort of a sore subject in the house, and whenever he was over tensions were somewhat high. Not enough to stop Dick from being friendly, but enough for Y/N to escape whenever he was there.

“What do you want?” Y/N bit out at the large man as he hopped off the motorcycle and loomed in front of the crouched boy. When the helmet came off, Y/N was expecting to see an angry or even annoyed expression. One that would show Y/N just how irritated Jason was of having to drive out to the middle of nowhere to pick him up. 

He wasn’t expecting to see the frantic look in Jason’s eyes. The man grabbed Y/N;s bicep and yanked him up, making the teen yelp in shock. Frazzled E/C met angry green, “You have a lot of nerve doing that,” Jason growled out and Y/N scrunched his nose in irritation. 

“I have a lot of nerve? You all have a lot of nerve for treating me the way you do!” He pushed Jason’s chest, but the man’s grip only tightened, “How are we treatin’ ya, huh? Ya’ get great food, great clothes, ya’ neve have to worry about money. So just what are ya’ throwing a fit for?!” Y/N sometimes forgets that Jason is also an alley kid, but he would recognize that accent anywhere. 

“As if any of that is for me.” Jason stilled and Y/N glared up at him, “Ya’ ain’t doin’ it because ya’ care about me. You’re only doin’ it because ya’ see me as B/N!” Jason looked ready to shoot him, and some part of Y/N was hoping that he did. 

“We don’t-” 

“Don’t lie to me!” Y/N screeched, and hit Jason’s chest again. Jason releases his grip, making Y/N stumble for a bit, “I know ya’ all don’t see me. Ya’ll just see the parts of B/N that ya’ want to see. If I didn’t act like him, or look like him, ya’ would have never talked to me in the first place.” A truth that was painful to admit but it had to be said. Y/N stared at Jason with tears racing down his cheeks as the bitter and painful truth filled the air between them. 

“I know ya’ wouldn’t have befriended me, or whatever the hell this is. I know it, because there is nothing about me that strikes ya’ all besides the fact that my eyes and apparently my personality is similar to his.” Y/N took a deep breath, choking down sobs and wishing for his eyes to stop crying, “I know none of ya’ would have even glanced my way because what else do I have that any of ya’ could want?” 

What else is he other than a replacement? If Y/N had different eyes and a different sense of humor, he would have nothing that the Wayne family would want. He would just be another passerby on the street. Another stranger working in a nail salon who just so happens to be a regular at the coffee shop next door. 

Another soul that Gotham would have swallowed up within her dark secrets.

The simple truth is that Y/N is nothing but a placeholder. A cheap imitation. He is nothing but a puppy that parents give to their child after their other dog just died. A ‘feel better’ thing until the pain passes and then forgotten. 

That is all Y/N is. That is all he will ever be. If he were to die, they wouldn’t mourn ‘Y/N.’ They would mourn another fragment of B/N. 

Jason swallowed thickly, and a lot gentler than he did before now that anger has subsided and he has a crying teen in front of him, he placed his hand on Y/N’s shoulder. He expected the flinch, just not one that made him wince. 

“Y/N, I…” But what can he say to all the facts that are clearly presented before him? Jason didn’t know of Y/N outside of the manor. He never met Y/N at the coffee shop, or simply running into him on the streets.

He knew that the situation was fucked up. Hell, Jason himself had felt like a replacement for Robin, and it took a while for him to get over that he was not a replacement, just simply a new Robin. However, Y/N was a replacement for B/N. He was a bandaid for the family to heal. 

Jason himself is guilty for using him like a replacement, and he wonders if B/N would be pissed at all of them for doing so. He would put money on ‘yes.’ Y/N’s livid at them.

“I know that this situation is fucked, and this isn’t how you would want to live. But from alley kid to alley kid, it's a pretty good situation.” Y/N rolled his eyes, and glared at Jason, “Of course you can see the positive because you’re part of the problem!” 

Yeah, Jason saw that coming. It was a cheap excuse but he really didn’t have an answer. He stared down at the sobbing teen, and he could feel guilt crawling into his chest. He may have never asked for his brothers to do this, but he sure is being compliant with all of this. 

“Do you want out of there that badly?” Y/N looked up at Jason through the tears, and Jason could feel his heart strings tug. 

“What?” 

“Do you want out that badly? Do know if ya’ leave, ya’ can’t really have a normal life. They’ll track ya’ down wherever ya’ go.” Y/N knows this. He knows that wherever he goes he doomed to have followers. Nevertheless, the idea was too appealing. 

“Yes, please.” If he had looked closer he would have noticed how the smile Jason had became a bit sharper, and the green in his eyes more intense. 

“Okay, c’mon. I may not be able to get ya’ out of Gotham, but I can at least hide ya’ until they calm down.” From one cage to another, Y/N followed Jason to his bike and wrapped his arms around the other. 

Y/N doesn’t know, but Jason is a ball and chain all on his own. Once Y/N is in a safehouse, Jason will talk to the others to have them ‘adjust’ their attitudes. They may still see him as B/N, but they’ll hide it until they can finally see him as Y/N. Only then will the obsession grow. 

For now, Y/N needs a break to calm down. As do the bats. Its only temporary housing. Thats it. From one cage to another, and Y/N has gone willingly to both. 

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City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 4

WC 1123 Masterpost CW allusions to past torture, dehumanization, anxiety

“Looks worse in person, doesn’t he?”

Dick was jolted out of his thoughts as Jason spoke. He gave little nod, but didn’t look away from the kid asleep on the bed. Seeing the photos were bad enough, but Jason was right, he looked worse in person. It was distressingly clear all that he’d gone through between the fainter marks that the flash of the camera had washed out and the way the kid’s bone’s were clearly outlined under paper thin skin.

“It’s wild seeing someone who looks so much like B looking so fragile,” Jason continued in a low rumble. “Like, none of us think the old man can do everything anymore, we’re all beyond that childish notion, but doesn’t mean that B still doesn’t seem larger than life. To see a kid with his features look like that…”

“It’s going to be okay, little wing,” Dick assured hi. “We’ll look out for him now.”

Jason snorted. “Always the optimist.”

“Nope,” Dick said, shaking his head. “I’m just pretty sure that anyone who comes for him, you and little Red will put in the ground.”

Dick could see Jason start out of the corner of his eye at that, but didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, Dick finally entered the room instead of just lingering in the doorway like a creep.

“What’s the plan, baby bird?”

Tim stopped twirling the screwdriver in his fingers (a nervous habit) and glanced Dick’s way. “I want to fit a piece of insulating rubber between the collar and his skin. I should be able to get it off without zapping him, but they didn’t… I’m pretty sure they didn’t intend it to ever come off, or at least not cleanly.”

“So rubber as a back up, makes sense. What’s the catch?”

“Well, like Duke said, we don’t know what will happen when we remove it,” Tim answered, “and I’m pretty sure he won’t stay asleep for it. He stirred some when I was checking it over earlier. I want the collar off him but…”

“Pretty sure that’s more important than rest,” Jason said. “He’s got as long as he needs to rest after. Besides, gives us a chance to get some fluids and food in him.”

“Okay, you wake him up then,” Tim said, tone edging into snippy. The baby bird really was stressed by this.

“Now hold on,” Jason started back.

Dick just rolled his eyes and squatted by the edge of the bed. Gently, he rested a hand on the kid’s shoulder. He rubbed a slow circle with his thumb. “Hey there. Can you wake up for a little bit? We want to get you more comfortable.”

The kid gave a sleepy snuffle and turned his head, nuzzling his cheek against Dick’s hand for a moment. Dick could feel when the kid actually woke up by how rigid he went.

“It’s okay, you’re safe, remember? You ran into Red Hood and Red Robin. They brought you to a safe house. I’m Nightwing, but they’re both still here.

“Hey Kid,” Jason said, his voice distinct behind the modulation.

Green eyes fluttered open and darted quickly around the room. The Kid was too young to have to catalog all the exits and makeshift weapons, but that’s exactly what he was doing. Dick slowly removed his hand and rested it, palm up, on his knee. The kid seemed to chase the touch for a moment before he went the other way and pushed himself to sit up back into the corner where the bed med the wall.

“Sorry,” he croaked out.

Dick nudged the sealed water bottle on the side table a little closer to him. The kid took a moment to look from it to Dick and the others in the room before he reached out very slowly to take it. Dick was sure the kid thought they were going to take it away by how quickly he snatched it back once his fingers were on it, but none of them commented on it. None of the commented on the way he checked the seal either before he broke it and chugged half the bottle.

“Maybe go slow with the rest of that bottle, but keep drinking it. We’d like you to eat too. If you’re not comfortable eating something we—”

Jay cleared his throat and Nightwing rolled his eyes behind his white out lenses. “That Red Hood cooks, we have MREs and bars that are sealed.”

“We can also cover your stitches so that you can take a shower,” Jason said, “but only after you eat. Don’t need you falling over in the shower.”

“And before you eat,” Tim chimed in, “we want to get that collar off.”

The water bottle crinkled loudly in the kid’s hands. He started, dropping it on the mattress then scrambled to pick it up.

“Shit, sorry, I’m…”

“It’s just water, Kid,” Jason said. “It will clean up fine.”

“Can you take a deep breath for me?” Dick asked, voice soft. He tapped out a rhythm on the bed frame with his blue stripped fingers.

The kid took a shuddering breath and then another. Jason left the room as the kid breathed, coming back with another bottle of water and an orange juice to set on the side table.

“There you go,” Dick soothed. “I’m going to talk about it, is that okay?”

The kid gave a jerky nod.

“Do you want the collar off?”

The kid nodded again. “Yes.”

“Is it going to harm you if we take it off? One of us Bats is a meta too. He said there could be a backlash of power.”

“I can control it,” he whispered. The words were barely audible over the nearly bottle that he was twisting in his hands. “But the collar… if you… it, um, shocks.”

“We know,” Tim said. “But I know how to take it off. We’ll put rubber between your skin and it too, so even if I tries you won’t feel it.”

The kid’s eyes seemed to flash brighter as he looked up at Tim. “You can? I tried to but I didn’t have… I couldn’t find the tools. All I could do is kill the tracker. It zapped me out for a day. I was so sure that… right, yeah, please, I want it off. You all… you’d do that?”

“Of course,” Dick said.

The green shifted to him. “But you don’t even know what I can do.”

“We know you’re a kid with a collar around your neck that hurts you. That’s enough for us,” Jason said.

The kid looked between all of them before he slumped forward. Dick gently plucked the water bottle from his limp fingers.

“Please,” the kid said. “Please.”

--- AN: Y'all, darlings, I am... so tired I didn't have it in me to read this over before posting so I'm sure there are double words and wrong words. Be kind to my soul. It was a very busy day with a lot of important things and fatigue is kicking my ass. But before anyone worse, I wanted to write this and I'm happier having gotten some writing done!

Still, I hope you like this part! We got Dick POV this time! Stay delightful, my darlings.

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‘Cause You’re Not Home (You’re Never Home)

Alex Turner x GN!reader(no specific pronouns used)

Summary: He’s been acting distant lately

Word count: 2.1k

Contains: Angst, hurt/comfort, cursing

A/N: This is a request from forever ago that I just now got an idea for. I may or may not have shed a few tears while writing it🥰 this is my first time writing angst in a romantic setting be nice please🙏

(Title is from Bratty B by Best Coast)

Tossing and turning never seemed to quell the pit of anxiety that was continuing to build little by little each night. Nor did it make the bed feel any less cold and empty as you laid in it.

It was easy enough for the first couple weeks to accept Alex’s behavior as apart of his job. Hell, you knew exactly what you were getting into when you married someone in the music industry. But as days and nights stretched by and you saw your husband less and less, something deep in you stirred. A sense of loneliness, maybe? Or perhaps it was insecurity, fear that he had gotten tired of you.

Either way, it kept your mind racing and your eyes wide open.

You sat up in bed, running a frustrated hand through your hair as you stared at the adjacent wall.

Your gaze turned to land on the phone resting atop the bedside table, charging.

Maybe he sent a text?

That sliver of hope escapes you as the phone screen lights up and displays nothing but the time, alongside a picture of you smiling as Alex pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You stare at the photo until the screen goes black, shrouding you in darkness once more.

Something aches in your chest as you glance at his side of the bed. The lack of him leaving you feeling cold.

But the feeling is quickly replaced by surprise as you hear the front door to the house open, the floorboards creaking under Alex’s familiar steps.

After a moment of contemplation, you find yourself quietly exiting the bedroom and making your way downstairs. You stop when you reach the bottom and see a very disheveled Alex.

His slight swaying indicates an air of inebriation, and his eyes convey a sort of mental exhaustion too heavy to hide.

“Love…?” You speak, breaking the settled silence like throwing something into still water.

His head immediately jerks up, surprise flickering across his features before being blanketed by a stoic expression. He turns away.

“You’re up late.” His voice is blank. It’s more of an observation or a statement rather than any sort of question.

The anxiety you feel is replaced by a sort of angry sadness. The two mixed together made for a nauseating combination.

“Where have you been?” You’re a little firm in your words, approaching to stand beside him. He smells of alcohol and doesn’t meet your eyes.

“Out. The studio session ran late.”

You feel your emotions bubble up at that. He didn’t even try to come up with something convincing.

“Don’t lie. You smell like alcohol, you’re swaying…” You cross your arms. “And I sincerely doubt that they would keep you until three in the morning, Alex.”

Alex clenched his jaw, his eyes finally turning to meet yours. What was found in them was unsettling. Ugly.

“Why are you so concerned about where I’ve been?” He snapped “I’m home. That’s the only thing that matters.”

You were taken aback for a moment before your frustration built.

“You have no right to talk to me like that. I’m just trying to figure out why the hell you’ve been coming home so late for the past couple weeks.”

Alex sneered, running a stressed hand through his already tousled hair. “God, can you leave me alone for five seconds??”

Your jaw clenched. “You’ve barely talked to me in days.”

“I know. It’s been bliss without your constant nagging.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

You shoot the question at him, your anger only growing.

Then, it was almost like something in him gave way as he sneered.

“Me? What’s wrong with me??” He laughed, but there was no humor or lightheartedness to be found as he turned to face you fully, pointing at your chest.

“You don’t know shit. All you do is cling to me every second of every fucking day, and you expect me to not want a little space???” He scoffed.

You can feel a small fracture in your chest as he berates you, your anger diminishing ever so slightly.

…have you really been too clingy?

You shrink into yourself a little, swallowing as you avert your gaze to the bouquet of flowers he had gotten you last month sporadically.

You put them in a vase on the kitchen counter, but now their once vibrant colors were pushed out to make way for the darker ones that came with death.

Alex continued to ramble on at you.

“I’m gone for one hour and I look on my phone to see a dozen missed calls from you. Can you not just fucking trust me for once? Is it really that hard?”

You feel your anger come back at full force when he says that, the rage bubbling up before you could suppress it.

“I’m just worried about you!” Your voice raises, and that’s what sets everything in motion.

“You’re treating me like a goddamn child!”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t if you weren’t acting like one!”

“Maybe if you stopped hovering over me I wouldn’t need to be so distant!”

The yelling between the two of you continued, only growing louder until Alex said something that made both of you stop.

“God, I can’t believe I married you!”

The room fell eerily silent after that.

Alex’s face was one of shock, as if he had only overheard the argument you were having rather than participated in it.

His words eventually processed, and you felt your heart drop. Your anger dissipated, leaving only a harsh pain in your chest.

Your fears weren’t supposed to come true. They were supposed to be silly, insignificant things that were only the result of insecurities or passing anxious thoughts.

The wedding ring on your finger suddenly felt like it weighed ten tons as you stared at each other.

The one who breaks the silence is Alex, stepping forward a little, reaching over but stopping just short, as if he were scared he’d get burned.

“Love, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s alright.” You murmur, swallowing. It was far from alright.

The tension was so thick it almost anchored time in its place.

You wanted to be anywhere but here, with Alex staring at him silently. Like he was begging for something.

“…I think I should get some sleep.” You don’t look at him. “I have to get up for work in the morning.”

————

Those were the last words you had spoken to him in the past several hours.

Alex was close to ripping his hair out because of his own stupidity, his mind and body filled with nothing but pure guilt as he thought about his words.

The look on your face was still fresh in his mind, plaguing him with a certain clarity he wish he could erase.

What was wrong with him?

The issue wasn’t you. It was never you. It never would be you.

His old habits had come back to haunt him after they wrapped up the tour. Right before this whole ordeal started.

The adrenaline had worn off, leaving Alex with nothing but a shell of himself.

A costume with nothing underneath.

The persona he projected to everyone else was something he’d grown used to. And yet it wasn’t him.

He hated himself for it.

Hated the fears and insecurities he harbored.

Hated that he didn’t feel like the man he was underneath all the leather and hair gel was enough.

Not for anyone.

And especially not for you.

Drinking was something he fell back on. He was too scared to admit to you this growing pit of emptiness he felt every time he looked in the mirror. Too scared of your reaction.

It hadn’t been his intention to push you away and shut you out, but he had done so regardless, inadvertently proving himself right.

You were too good for him.

But maybe this was the eye-opener he needed in order to mend the rift between the two of you. The little shove to make him realize that he was the one damaging things.

And that’s what led to the moment you were at now.

Work had been horrible that day, and it was even worse when the scene from the night before was replaying in your head on a constant loop.

But you weren’t expecting the smell of food to greet you as you walked in the door.

Only when you realized someone else might be in the house did you look up to see who it could’ve been.

Alex stood in the middle of the room, rather stiffly, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand while the other held what looked like a vinyl record.

You close the door behind you and Alex’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.

You’re not sure what to say, and it’s silent until he tentatively makes his way to you, his footsteps the only sound.

He holds out the flowers to you as he stops and you take them after a small moment of hesitation.

He hands you the record as well. A special edition of your favorite album.

You look down at the gifts in your hands, your expression softening to an almost sad state. You look up to speak, but Alex beats you to it.

“I’m so sorry.” His voice is soft and gentle. A direct contrast to the anger it held last night.

He averts his eyes a little, gathering his words before looking back into your eyes.

“I know a few gifts isn’t going to make what I did or what I said go away, but…” he clenches his jaw in nervousness, but he does his best to look right at you as he speaks.

“None of those words I said last night were true. I was drunk, and angry at myself, and being a complete and utter asshole.”

“I didn’t mean to shut you out, or make it seem like I didn’t care about you. I just…”

Alex let out a shaky breath, finally letting his real feelings slip.

“I’m so afraid that I’m not enough.” He looked away finally, his voice wavering.

“That what’s underneath this rockstar persona I’ve created for myself isn’t what you want.”

“I’ve been avoiding you because I-…I’m so utterly terrified you’re going to get tired of me. Get bored of what I really am rather than the mask I wear on stage.”

He didn’t realize when tears started to pool in his waterline.

“I know I’m not good enough for you, but please know that I love you more than anything and…”

Alex trailed off, words stuck in his throat as his eyes fluttered. A few tears dripped from his lashes. He couldn’t bear to look at you.

The last thing he expected was for two warm hands to cup his face, thumbs wiping at his teary eyes.

There was silence. He didn’t dare look up.

“Alex.” Your voice was softer than it had ever been

“Look at me.”

He took a small breath, sniffling slightly as he finally gained the courage.

When his gaze met yours, he was sure he was going to be met with a look of disgust or hatred. Maybe even a laugh at the stupidity of his insecurities.

Instead, all he saw was gentle understanding.

You stroked his cheeks with your thumbs, the presents once in your hands now lying on the floor next to your feet.

You took a moment to gather your words, looking into the chocolate brown eyes you loved so much. The same ones that were now filled with tears and searching your own for some sort of answer to his confession.

You took a deep breath.

“Alex..” you tilted your head, holding his gaze.

“I fell in love with you.” Your voice was firm but still covered in a tenderness you could only ever muster when it came to him. “Not some silly costume you put on for a concert.”

“My Alex is the only one I’ll ever need, and he will always be enough.”

Alex’s heart ached as he let your words sink in.

Tears began to fall faster as the entire month’s worth of pent up emotion came spilling out.

Without another word, he pulled you into his arms tight, burying his face in your hair and holding you as if you’d suddenly disappear.

Somehow, you were willing to forgive him for hurting you. For saying awful things when you had done nothing but care for him.

Somehow, you seemed to love him for what he hid deep down. What he was afraid to show anyone else.

And somehow…

He believed every word you spoke.

[stinalotte]

So. Basingstoke Comic Con.

This is going to be a rant. I'm German, so I have a PhD in a) complaining and b) being blunt. Perfect combination for this post. It's going to be long, so buckle up.

I give explicit permission to repost, reblog, screenshot and post to other websites, comment, tag, and add to this in any way you see fit. Feel free to write your own experiences and criticism.

It's a modified version of the feedback email I sent them. Since then, they have put out a statement which directly contradicts some of the stuff other people have told us (and have evidence for) and which blames everyone from attendees to guests to staff to the weather.

First of all, despite all the mess with the actual con, I had a ton of fun. I hadn't seen some of these people in 20 years. I hadn't met some of y'all before, and I talked to so many people this weekend. I don't regret a single meeting, hug, smile, or laugh. I do wish however for the organizers to step on legos for the rest of their lives.

Frankly, they had a huge business opportunity and they blew it. They could have established themselves as THE Stargate convention in Europe. People were taking 15-hour flights to be there. We were willing to spend hundreds, in some cases thousands of pounds. With that lineup, they blew every other current convention out of the water. If they had done this right, this would have been a huge success and an absolute no-brainer for years to come. They could have been one of those cons that sell out in minutes. 

Instead, they let greed and poor organization guide them. They severely underestimated the size of the Stargate fandom. They didn't bother to learn about what the fans wanted and who the guests actually were.

A few things stood out for me:

Health and safety at the venue. No a/c, running heaters (!!) in some rooms, not enough opportunities to get water, way too many people for this size hotel. We are lucky there wasn't a panic or more severe injuries. Crowd control was non existent.

An impossible, ever-changing schedule. You can't put talks back to back, or meet&greets, or photo ops. Everybody knows you will run overtime and then the whole thing collapses. Changes were not communicated. Nobody knew what was going on.

Poorly trained staff. No staff meetings beforehand. Staff had no way to communicate with each other. Seriously, give them radios! Some of them didn't now the names of the guests or in which autograph group they were.

People could not get the things they paid for. Out of all the autographs included in my pass, I only got one, and only because a friend got it for me. [Marion, you're a fucking rockstar] I don't even want to know how many people will be attempting chargebacks on their credit cards in the coming days.

And the most important thing, the one that makes everyone I talked to the angriest: The way they treated the guests was appalling. They are such generous, hard-working people, and BCC shamelessly took advantage of that. Richard Dean Anderson was signing until after 1 am. A 74-year-old man who just wants to make his fans happy.

[BCC are now saying they were told he was a „slow signer“, aka someone who actually takes their time by talking to fans when signing autographs. Oh really? Then why did you continue to sell autographs well into Sunday when it was clear that there was no way he could get through them all in a reasonable time??]

David Blue was setting up his own autograph table. Several Atlantis actors went and got more of their headshots (by taking pictures in the photo room and printing them) because they ran out. Joe Flanigan tried to bring some order to the chaos more than once. He went full John Sheppard in the photo op room and took charge. We are lucky they're such sweet souls and didn't raise hell then and there. Nobody would have blamed them.

Staff were amazing and tried to make the best with what little support they were given. Kathleen, Finn and Nick (with the Stick!) especially, and so many others whose names I sadly didn't get. They worked so hard, never lost their humor, and tried to help as much as they could.

This disaster is entirely on management. It's a failure of leadership and an example of what not to do when you're running an event.

If you want to put on a convention, you need to go to people who have experience and listen to them. You need to attend several cons before even thinking about doing one yourself. And before, during and after, you need to take care of your people. You need to take care of your staff, of your guests, of the fans. You need to adjust the size of the event to the size of the venue, or vice versa. You need to actually be interested in this event beyond the money it will earn you. You need to know when you bit off more than you can chew.

I'm not hoping for a better one next year, because all of us said we won't be back. What I do hope is that hey sincerely apologize to the guests and at least double what money was raised for charity.

[silkscreaming]

I made a volume 10 trimax vash cosplay for MAGfest and I am SO proud of how it came out :) Some process stuff below! Warning for image and text heavy.

Truthfully this cos is only about 85% complete—I’d purchased a bunch of hardware to really go in on a volume accurate version of his undersuit and belts, but simply ran out of time before the con. It was the first cosplay I’ve sewn since 2017 and the first wig styling I’ve done since 2020, so I’m not gonna beat myself up too much!

(This is all purse hardware off Etsy and some buttons from M&J trim)

This was my first time ever making a muslin mock-up, but I knew it was going to be necessary to get the coat to lay the way I wanted it to. I really wanted to try and create proportions that elongated the legs/torso and widened the shoulders by placing the coat tail splits appropriately and raising up the shoulders with some padding. And of course arm and leg details that I’ll get to someday lol.

I created two mock-ups. One of basic muslin that helped me go from an existing pre-bought pattern to something more Vash-shaped, then a second one on a slightly sturdier scrap fabric with my finalized torso proportions with padding so I could accurately pattern out the sleeves and collar.

I was tracing my pattern pieces onto newsprint and vellum as I went, so once all of those were finalized, it was time to cut my fabric! I used a heavy cotton twill from B&J fabrics and two kinds of fusible interfacing from Mood (I’m spoiled by being local to the fashion district these days). A smarter person would have bought a thinner fabric to line the inner torso with, but I did not feel like getting that complicated with my first ever muslin-drafted AND lined project, so I simply cut double of every pattern piece in order to create a lining.

Sleeves were done by interfacing and cutting into a top panel, carefully snipping at the cutout portions, ironing and fabritacking in place, and then top stitching the whole piece to the main sleeve. I later added some leather backing squares and interfacing behind the larger eyelets for aesthetic while keeping the ventilation in tact. Ideally in the future I'll also add a strip of fabric to the gun arm that creates a slight bunching effect since that sleeve is a little more ruffled over the cuff. Photos below also include three shoulder pads pinned together on each shoulder, but I ended up forgetting not using them on my final wear.

Unfortunately at this point I was approaching con time, so I started cutting some corners that I made easily replaceable for future upgrades. The coat tabs are just painted craft foam cut to the size of the buttons, tacked in place where the button pierces through the tab and where it wraps around the edge of the front panel. The straps that attach to the lapel and wrap under the arms also were just decorated with some silver trim instead of hardware, and I skipped the side button panels at his hips for pattern-making simplicity and time. They'll be added later! I'd also love to do some weathering, but don't think I can quite bring myself to riddle the coat tails with bullet holes as some people do haha.

Gun arm attachment was also a quick and dirty addition, just some vinyl trim on eva foam attached with contact cement and a decorative button. First time working with contact cement somehow, but I look forward to also being able to upgrade this at a later date to a more accurate shape with the full belt attachments!

I was also hoping to update the shoes a bit by making some boot covers for them and rub-n-buffing the soles to disguise the platform a bit, but I love my pick for the cleat-look that Vash has! Some good ol' Demonias in classic vash fashion :)

Last but not least: The Wig. My pride and joy.

I got lucky enough to nab an Arda sale, I think right before Halloween, and picked up the Morpheus lace front in black, along with some extra wefts in pale blonde. (I also bought a whole separate pale blonde Morpheus wig, boldly thinking I could swing a normal trimax vash wig lol. It made for a convenient Eriks wig in the mean time.)

Since I was aiming for the end of volume 10 post-Wolfwood death look, I started by trying on the wig, roughly tracing out my hairline, then gently unweaving that portion of black in order to re-ventilate it with blonde.

After I replaced that whole strip of plucked hair, I tried on again to finalize where I needed to ventilate to cover my own hairline, and completed my outline with both blonde and brown-black wefts (i had them on hand lol). All in all, I ventilated more than 4 square inches of blonde, and at least a solid centimeter extension of the black hairline across the whole front of the wig. Probably close to 30 hours of work in the ventilating alone, but I am a little slow since I haven't ventilated in a few years and didn't keep clear track of time.

If there's one thing I should be used to by now about Arda wigs, they are THICK. There is zero teasing in this wig. None. Just got2b, a blowdryer, and a prayer. And a good load of bobby pins. The wig was also sadly a last minute hotel room mad dash, and I do hope to restyle it under less duress, but I do think I successfully achieved the Trimax swoop and am very proud of it! It was unbelievably windy on the walk from our hotel room to MAGfest, so the photos in the start of this post show a bit more droop than my initial styling, but I think I'll be able to touch things up next wear.

And of course, shoutout to my partner for gifting me the official glasses for Christmas :) And thank you to my roommates who barely saw me for a month and a half except for when I needed help with a hem lol.

All in all, I am unbelievably proud of this cosplay, I can't wait to put some more love into it and wear it again!

[arcadiabaytornado]

How would you write a “Sacrifice Max” Ending? (in which Max intervened and stopped Nathan from shooting Chloe, but as a consequence got shot herself)

I think I would:

A: I'd change the dialogue on the cliff from "Chloe has to die" to "Someone has to die because it's the only thing bad enough to force the police to take Nathan in." I think if I were to add this ending and explain why it didn't HAVE to be Chloe, I would go the "The storm is caused by the evilness of the Prescott's and the storm can only stop if they're stopped," route.

B: Make the route exclusive to certain choices. To unlock this route, you'd have to side with Chloe for the majority of the game and then choose to sacrifice her. You'd know if you unlocked the route correctly because Max's dialogue on the cliff would change.

C: Instead of telling Chloe that she "doesn't want to do this," she'd tell Chloe that she loved her, and she was sorry for leaving for five years, and no matter what, they'd always be Max and Chloe. Her words would be ambiguous enough to not catch Chloe's suspension, but Max's mind would already be made.

D: She'd go back, and instead of sliding down the wall she'd take a deep breath and wait for the inevitable slam of the bathroom door being thrown open.

E: Chloe would walk in and Max would wait for the gun to press against Chloe's stomach before jumping out and screaming Chloe's name. Nathan would get startled and reflexively turn around and shoot Max in stomach.

F: Max would slump down and Chloe would run over to her while Nathan ran out of the bathroom in a panic. Then, the timestream would change.

G: Instead of a timestream picture of Nathan shooting Chloe, there would be a picture David rushing in the bathroom to find Chloe holding Max. Then you'd get a picture of Nathan getting interrogated by the police. Then, a picture of Chloe watching from the parking lot as Mark Jefferson was placed in a cop car, and picture of Chloe and Joyce sitting in the diner, presumably talking about what happened.

H: Then a photo of Chloe holding a picture of Rachel and looking visibly distressed, presumably after getting the news of her death. Then a photo of entering Max's room with Kate and Warren, then a photo of her playing Max's guitar. Finally, a picture of Chloe driving into Seattle.

I: The timestream would end with Chloe in front of a graveyard. Max's parents would be there, as well as Joyce and David and many of Max's Blackwell friends. Chloe would watch the funeral through tears before looking up to spot two deer's watching her from the distance. She would smile, remembering her deer-like best friend, and then leave the funeral. She would wave to Joyce, and Joyce would wave back, insinuating that Chloe was saying goodbye.

J: Chloe would get back in her truck and we'd see that her truck was full of hers, Rachel's, and Max's belongings. The implication would be that Chloe was leaving Arcadia Bay after the funeral to travel. The final shot would be Chloe driving out of town, and two deer watching her go.

[hadassah4ever]

sfw alphabet = greg hirsch/cousin greg

Authors note: reader is decently shorter than Greg in this (under 6’). i want to actually write a full fic but i get like, 3-4 paragraphs in and im like “not enough dialogue arghhh” but whatever. i’ll probably write the nsfw one later.

Warnings: Alcohol mention and that’s basically it.

W.C.: 2.2k

Playlist (if you’d like): my romanticized idea of a real person— https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1UtNchOFEaGUW6puUeVf0q?si=2r9wzpH4Sx2M21v3uV60bw

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He would probably be quite nervous to show physical affection more intimate than a hug for a bit, he doesn’t wanna overstep any boundaries or anything. As soon as he’s comfortable with you? Strap in. He would be kinda awkward showing any affection in public, (we all know what happened when he went too far in public 😭) aside from holding hands or a kiss on the cheek, but in private you would have to pry his hands from you. He really loves physical affection and how close it makes you two, physically and emotionally.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’d be the sweetest best friend ever. You’d probably be acquaintances through work and would end up having to work with each other at some point, you two would get along like a house on fire and you’d be one of the only people who isn’t actively rude to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

C’mon. This man loves to cuddle. People typically say he’s the little spoon, but I think you’d switch. He really loves it when you’re the big spoon, I mean, how could he ever say no to having your arms wrapped around him? (That’s rhetorical, he can’t.) I also think he might like to occasionally be the big spoon, though, he’s glad that you don’t make him feel resigned to it, though.

Sometimes you might not even spoon. I think he’d also love it when he puts his head on your chest and sleeps like that. He would melt if you ran your fingers through his hair while laying on you, too.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I generally think he’d like to settle down sometime. However, I don’t think he can do much cooking and cleaning. He’d probably try to cook and clean for events, especially your birthday or valentine’s day. He probably bought a cookbook with a bunch of pretty simple recipes and is improving in the cooking department, but I don’t think he could wash the dishes without breaking a cup, so he probably just politely asks you to do dishes, and probably vacuums or something.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don’t think he could end a relationship super easily. I feel like he might do it over text, just because he knows that he’d struggle to get the correct words out. I also feel like he’s willing to just resign himself to an unhealthy/unhappy relationship for a bit, just to push off ending it. Just know that if Greg breaks up with you, you REALLY fucked up. 💀

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’d love to get married! He’s definitely fucking horrified for the proposal, though. He’d probably know pretty quickly in the relationship if he’d like to marry you, but would wait like, 3 years bare minimum to propose. I think he’d probably propose around 4 years. He probably planned it really well, though.

He’d definitely take you to a spot you really enjoy (and could get nice photos in). He’d definitely start crying when you say yes, he’s so grateful you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with him and he swears he’ll never take you for granted.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s a Great Dane in a human suit. He is so incredibly gentle. He never wants to hurt you, he definitely feels lucky to just be in your presence.

This man probably struggled to kiss you properly for the first time, you really wouldn’t find him getting too rough with you. He might find himself underestimating his own strength, though. He would definitely squeeze you a little too tight on occasion.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’d hug you 24/7 if it was possible. Unfortunately it isn’t.

He definitely has bear hugs when it comes to you, though. If he’s VERY excited and happy he definitely would pick you up, sorry, I don’t make the rules. (He probably did after you said yes to his proposal.)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You would have to say it first, but Jesus Christ, this man was thinking it for a very long time. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he loved you. He’d basically cut you off in the middle of saying it, he’s just so eager.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Slightly jealous. I think it would take a lot to actually have him act on it, though. He trusts you with literally everything he has, and although he’s quite insecure about himself, he knows you love him, and that’s all the reassurance he needs.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Inexperienced at first, but he’s a quick learner. Had a few high school relationships, but nothing major or super long term, so he’s not super experienced. He loves little cheek, nose or forehead kisses, though.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves children, and children love him. He’s just the gentlest, especially around babies. He can be a bit nervous to interact with ones he just met, but any young kids in his family definitely love him so much. (Mostly because they like to get up on his shoulders, but he barely trusts himself to let them get up there.)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s super groggy like every morning and begs you to just stay in bed slightly longer, and it’s really a coin flip if you say yes or no. He’s genuinely eternally grateful if you make breakfast, especially if you make it a routine. Mornings with him are quiet, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He probably likes to have discussions with you about literally anything that comes to mind while you’re both cuddling and are beginning to fall asleep. He loves it when he hears a sleepy laugh from you and your words start to come slower, he finds you especially cute when you’re on the edge between awake and asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He probably doesn’t want to scare you off by complaining about day-to-day things, nonetheless his childhood and whatnot. Get him a solid 2-3 drinks in, though, and you’re going to know basically everything about his life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I mean, he’s Greg. You could bludgeon him with your own two hands and his last words would be thanking you.

Once he feels more comfortable about opening up to you, I think he opens up to you about how disrespected he is at work, and you’ll hear a decent amount of his anger, he definitely apologises for talking to you while angry. You have to reassure him that you’re glad he feels safe enough to rant about things like that to you, and how it’s better than keeping his emotions bottled up.

So yeah, he doesn’t like showing you his angry side.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I think he’s one of those people that stores those tiny details about you in his brain and surprises you with the small things you like. How you enjoy your coffee, your favourite chip flavour, favourite colours, favourite animals, favourite literally anything.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

He has too many, but after your second date he was too scared to kiss you, you two were in the stairwell of your apartment and you saw him looking down at you with those eyes that were practically begging you to kiss him. You moved up two steps on the stairs to reach him and kissed him. He was just completely amazed by you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He thinks that being too protective of you is weird, you’re not a little unassuming object that people are trying to steal from him. You’re a grown adult. I do think that if someone was actively harassing you though, he might surprise himself and punch them. He probably has more strength than he knows, and it really shows in that moment.

He would literally fall for you so much harder if you stood up for him at work, you’re literally risking your job just to make sure he doesn’t feel like crap?? Oh my god??? He’s getting lightheaded. (Anyone who you stood up to probably just laughs it off, though. You’re just a lowly employee.)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

His thoughtfulness really comes in here, you mentioned you specifically liked one restaurant to a coworker while he was in the room? He’s mentally making a reservation. He loves to give you little gifts (and as his paycheque increases they continually get more expensive). All in all, he really tries, and he loves making an effort for you!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s really clingy and depends on you for his happiness and confidence a lot of the time, meaning you’ll have to take on his emotions a lot of the time.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s lowkey felt insecure about his looks since high school. He’s not super concerned about his looks, he got his haircut to feel someone touch his head, not to look nice.

I also think he thinks you’re the most attractive person on earth whether or not you put effort in. He could see you walk out the room with a fever, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, in a kinda gross hoodie and sweatpants and makeup smudged all over your face and still be like “awww, they’re the cutest. 🥰🥰”.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. End of sentence.

Kinda going back to letter U, but yeah. He knows he should be able to stand by himself emotionally, but he doesn’t really know if he can. (He probably begged literally everyone higher up for either you, or him to switch desks so he can be beside you all day.)

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

The first time he realised he loved you, he stuck by your side like glue the rest of the day, he was stuck imagining what the rest of your lives would be like together. (In an endearing way.)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

To be honest, I don’t really think there is much. He’s quite accepting of your flaws, even glaring ones. He’s just glad you’re dating him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He probably had insomnia before he met you, he was so embarrassed about his sleep schedule and never told anyone the truth about how much he slept, and now he has a semi-decent one with you. He really can’t sleep well without you, though. Any family trip? You’re coming along, because he really doesn’t wanna function on 3 hours of sleep again.

(guys i love our loser boyfriend)

[bxbynyah7]

Told You So- Sam Golbach One-Shot

sam x oc (Emmy)

summary: Living with 5 boys always proves to be a trip. Except when someone finally gets hurt, and it so happens to be your boyfriend

warnings: cussing, broken bones, yelling, Sam gets full named by Emmy, (I think that's it)

A/N: This is my first story I have ever posted online. I have a few written that I want to push out and they will for sure be longer than this one. I hope you enjoy and if you want to read something specific, send in a request :)

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Living in the traphouse with my boyfriend, Sam, was exciting to say the least. We lived with some of his closest friends so you can imagine it was like living with 5+ toddlers sometimes. And today was one of those days. I was sitting inside at the bar trying to work on some editing for some of Sam’s new pictures from the photos I took for him when I heard all the boys yelling from the back yard. I shut my laptop and grabbed my phone off the counter with an eye roll. I walked outside into the hot L.A. sun and stood with the rest of the boys. My tank top and shorts stood out against all of their hoodies and jeans even though it was damn near 100 degrees outside. “What the hell are ya’ll doing?” I asked them. Colby, Jake, Corey, and Aaron just looked at me like deer stuck in headlights. “What? Cat got your tongues or something?” I said with an attitude. I needed to get back to work. Sam wanted to post those pictures today, so I needed to get them edited. “Nothings going on, Em. Why would you think something is going on?” Jake stuttered towards me. I rolled my eyes and looked at Colby who was making, well attempting, subtle glances up to the top of the house. Confused, I looked up and saw my boyfriend standing on the edge of the roof. “Samuel John Golbach! What the fuck are you doing up there?” I yelled at him. He smiled sheepishly and gave me a small wave. “Hi baby. I was about to help the boys make a TikTok, wanna watch?” He called back down at me. I looked at him irritated. “Sam, what TikTok are you making?” I asked. I was genuinely concerned for him. I had no idea what they could possibly be doing. I hadn’t been on TikTok in over a week because of work. “Okay I’m filming. Whenever you’re ready, Sammy boy!” Corey yelled. Colby whooped and cheered and Sam counted down from three. On three he jumped and fell down fast. He was supposed to land in the live seat they had under him. He missed and landed partially on the ground. “Sammy!” I yelled and ran over to him. He groaned and tried to turn into his stomach. “No baby stop you can’t roll over. You might’ve fractured your spine” I told him while holding him still. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “Fuck this hurts.” He whispered to me. I had silent tears running down my face as I kissed his forehead. “ I know, sweet boy. The ambulance is on its way I promise.” I whispered back. “How long until the ambulance gets here?” I asked the boys. “There right around the corner.” Colby told me. I heard the siren before I saw the lights because I didn’t want to take my eyes off Sam. “Ma’am, we’ve got it from here.” One of the paramedics told me. “Okay, uhh he’s 24, jumped from the roof and landed partially on the lovesac. I heard a big crack when he hit the ground, so I think he fractured his spine. If not the spine, some of his vertebrae.” I rattled off quickly. “Damn woman, you a nurse or something?” The other paramedic asks with a laugh. “Studying to be one actually. That and I live with a bunch of dumbass boys who like to do stupid shit.” I told him with a small laugh. They got Sam up in the gurney and loaded him in the ambulance. “You wanna ride with him, nurse girl?” They asked me. I nodded my head and hopped up and sat next to Sam. “Emmy, it hurts. Like so fucking bad.” Sam whispered to me. “I know it does. You jumped off the roof and missed the bean bag. What did you expect?” I asked him. I grabbed his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of his hand with my thumb. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand gently. 

time skip to the hospital

“Well, you indeed did fracture a few of your lower vertebrae. Three to be exact.” the doctor told Sam.  He looked at me with some fear in his eyes and at that moment I knew exactly how he was feeling. “Hey baby, you're fine. I know exactly how to help with the healing process so you will be in great hands.” I told him, brushing his hair back off his forehead. He smiles at me and looks back at the doctor. “Okay so what are you able to do?” he asked him. The doctor went on to explain that there wasn’t much he could do other than give him a brace and pain meds. After a conversation about what he can and cannot take, the doctor left to get the nurse for his brace. “I’m sorry this is happening to you, my love.”  I whispered to him. He brought my hand up to his lips and placed a few pecks on the back of my hand. “I'm sorry I’m putting you through this. I thought I could make that jump.” he told me. I smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I told you so, babe. I told you so.”

[theragethatisdesire]

fic-d here, please, i desperately need the smut abc for plug eren because i am OBSESSED with him.

and i also need to know exactly what kind of clothes he wears, for … unrelated reasons.

hiiiii mooty moot <3 can i just say i'm thrilled you asked this. fair warning for anyone about to open below the cut, this is going to be an absolute MONSTER of a post. and i'm going to love every second of writing it lol.

okay first, the outfits. plug!eren is very like, stoner/streetwear type. LOVES layers, lots of hoodies and flannels and jackets, always wearing Vans, really favors a graphic t-shirt (thrasher, anime tees, has a really impressive collection of vintage band t-shirts and limited-edition supreme drops) i shall attach some reference photos:

idk if this is even the right vibe, but just very casual, whatever-works type of clothes. owns like, two button downs vs his 1001 sweatshirts lol.

and now...onto the nasty stuff LOL enjoy lovebug

PLUG!EREN nsfw headcanons under the cut <3

A. Aftercare

plug!eren is 25, yes, but he's also kind of just a boy at heart lol. it takes him awhile to understand the whole concept of aftercare and just laying and spending time together after sex because he bounces back fast, and is already jumping up to cook dinner or get both of you ready to go to a kickback or something like, two minutes after. once you explain the concept to him, he develops a complex for awhile that he "hasn't been treating you well", and goes really overboard LOL but eventually it evens out. becomes a big fan of snuggling afterwards but would never admit it.

B. Body part

eren was a thin kid growing up, and he's super proud of all the work he's put in to change his body over the years. especially proud of his back, it's his favorite muscle group to work and the one he tracks the progress of the most for sure.

on you, plug!eren is an asssss man. like, he's the king of ass men. constantly running up behind you to land a light smack, grabbing it, holds it while you're cuddling etc. also loves your hips? like, he loves when you ride him specifically so that he can hold on tight and grab at the fat around your hips. i cannot overstate how much he loves it.

C. Cum

plug!eren def has a face-painting thing. he loves to cum in you, and it takes him a few hook-ups to tentatively throw out there that he'd love to cum on your face, but after you let him do it the once, it's over. wants to cum on your pretty face and take pictures of you all covered in him every time you fuck.

D. Dirty secret

being an engineering/architect student, eren's not bad with a pencil and paper. loves to sketch the human body as much as he loves thinking up random building designs. not going to elaborate much here bc spoilers....

E. Experience

LMAO plug!eren is absolutely ran through, so yes, he knows what he's doing.

F. Favorite position

for eren, it's a toss-up between doggy or letting you ride him, both of which stem from his thing for your hips and your ass. i think he would say riding him solely because you usually cum harder that way and eren loves watching you cum, but if it's winning out over doggy, it's only by like, an infinitesimal amount.

G. Goofy

it takes him awhile, but once eren's comfortable, he can be such a goofball during the act. like, will giggle with you when you bump your head on the headboard, full-blown belly laughing when he tries to shove you up against the wall and knocks a few picture frames down. once, one of the legs under his bed broke and you both laughed so hard about it that you couldn't even finish the act. absolutely had a photoshoot of both of you pulling ridiculous poses right beside the now-broken bed.

H. Hair

eren's not like, full-blown bush or anything, but i don't see him doing much more than just trimming. he's terrified of nicking his balls or something if he fully shaves LOL.

on you, eren would never tell you what to do with your body (again, ran through enough to know that's a big no-no when it comes to women), but i think he secretly loves when you're completely bare because he's really into watching how you take him. it gives him an unobstructed view, whether he's eating you out, fingering you, or fucking you, he loves to be able to see every bit of you.

I. Intimacy

plug!eren struggles with being intimate, and while he craves it, he hides it under constant rough sex. after you've been together for awhile though, you have a huge, blowout, nearly-break-up fight, and when he fucks you that night, he's slow and sweet and definitely not tearing up, whispering little i love yous into your skin while he rolls his hips against you. making love is definitely in him, it just takes him awhile to get up to that point.

J. Jack off

24/7. no question. this man's sex drive is unbelievable and honestly? sometimes you're too sore or just not in the mood, really. my favorite thing about plug!eren is that when you just can't go another round, he'll have you sit up all pretty and naked for him and just jack off staring at you, making you talk to him and tell you how good he made you feel. lovesick little baby.

K. Kinks

huge pleasure dom. "can't cum again" is not in eren's vocabulary- he knows you can and he knows he can make you, so what's the harm in one more? not sure if this counts as a kink, but eren's obsessed with the way you smell. not just like, your arousal, but your perfume, that little scent that everyone has that just smells like them really gets him going. every time he stays at your house he can't keep his hands off of you, loves to steal little things like a pair of panties or a dirty shirt just to have at his place for when he misses you. could get down with a daddy kink if you were into it. i struggle to think of the word for this, but he's just nasty. his favorite kind of sex is freaky, nasty, flat-out disgusting sex with cum everywhere and the sheets ruined. big marking kink, loves to leave bruises and hickeys all over you as well.

L. Location

plug!eren is very possessive, what's his is his, so not really into the public sex thing, but will take you absolutely anywhere he knows no one could catch you and get a glimpse of what's just for him. really into sex in the kitchen for some reason?? shower sex too, god that is his favorite, just having you soaking wet and pinned up against the shower wall. up against a wall in general, actually. again, he's worked really hard to get all these muscles, and it definitely gets him off how easily he can just scoop you up and fuck you in his arms. might be an ego thing but hey, who are you to complain?

M. Motivation

anything that reminds him you're his. like, if he catches a glimpse of his hickeys on your neck under your makeup? you're going home from dinner early. you're walking around in one of his tshirts? he's bending you over the counter and you're not taking that shirt off for a second. eren's also a very detail-oriented person, so if he tells you he really likes red lipstick for example, and you wear it the next day, he knows it's for him and for some reason the thought of you choosing something to wear that you know will turn him on makes him feral. you're his pretty little thing, and he loves when you show off a little for him. LOVES lingerie. like, the complicated, full-set bells and whistles of garter sets and stockings and the whole thing. embarrassed at first because he can't figure out how to take any of it off of you, but when you just smile at him shyly and pull your panties to the side, he debates leaving you there to go buy an engagement ring LOL.

N. No

surprisingly, anal. eren's very well-endowed and a girl he was seeing for awhile talked him into anal, and even though they prepared well, she was still in too much pain to really enjoy it and it scarred him a little bit. he likes to hurt you within reason, but that's crossing a line for him, so no more than a finger or two and even then, only if you really want it.

O. Oral

LOVES GIVING HEAD. like, could die happy between your legs, it's his favorite part of sex type of loves giving head. has to beg you for it, but his favorite is when you ride his face. also loves receiving. really big into pulling out when he's getting close and having you finish him with your mouth. also loves eating you out after he's cum in you, then spitting both of your cum into your mouth. again, he's a nasty nasty man and i love him.

P. Pace

eren fucks fast and hard, especially once you've gotten used to his size. he has to ease you into it at first, he's not a total asshole, but once you've gotten adjusted, it's all gas no brakes with him. all those hours in the gym really pay off when he can have you bent over for what feels like an endless amount of time, crying and wailing under him.

Q. Quickie

weirdly, LOVES a quickie. totally gets off watching you limp off to work/class after he bent you over the bathroom counter in the middle of you doing your makeup just to make your legs a little extra-shaky for the day. you're both busy, what can he say? absolutely pulls your panties up with his cum in you and tells you to keep it in there for him.

R. Risk

eren's down for whatever you're down for. he's already fleshed out most of his kinks and fantasies at this point, other than a few things he really needs a committed partner for. it really turns him on when you take the initiative to shyly ask if you can try something, and when you come over one day tentatively holding out a pair of handcuffs? oh he's done for. the one thing he doesn't love is being submissive. he'll let you have your fun, choke him a little, ride him, etc., but he really isn't into being a full-on sub and being made to beg. i think that would be his other really hard no, come to think of it.

S. Stamina

eren is, again, ran through, so he's got some stamina. usually can last at least half an hour, sometimes he can even put himself off longer. he loves to try to go multiple rounds, but honestly, he wears himself out LOL. that doesn't mean you're off the hook though. eren might not be able to get it up, but he's got a mouth and some talented fingers and he loves to make you cum over and over just for his own entertainment.

T. Toys

toys are friends, not enemies! eren specifically loves your vibrator, it's small and easy to use in multiple different positions. his absolute favorite is to have you on top of him, fully seated and grinding against his hips, while he holds your vib to your clit. no chance of him getting enough friction to bust early, and he can make you cum at least two or three times like that until you're in tears and begging him to actually fuck you. yeah, that's his fav.

U. Unfair

eren's not so much of an intentional tease (bc he will accidentally work himself up too much and have to leave the bar early lol), but he's just so unintentionally pretty he doesn't have to try. i mean come on, he's beautiful and he's naturally so charismatic and flirty that he can tease without trying. and when you both get home and you're all riled up and pulling his clothes off, it's so entertaining to him. he loves when you tell him how pretty he is, how he got you all turned on just doing nothing but being himself.

V. Volume

plug!eren is a big dirty talker, but he's actually pretty vocal on top of that, too. loves to moan and groan and tell you exactly how good you feel, whether that's with a noise or his words. he's the loudest when you give him head, it just feels so good and he can't help but ramble on and on about how good you are to him. his "tell" that he's about to cum is when he starts rambling, words slurring together and it just seems like he can't shut up.

W. Wild card

eren loves when you're a little drunk, lowest of keys. not so drunk he's taking advantage of you, but when you let the responsible, professor mask slip and just really let yourself go and have fun, it drives him crazy. he loves seeing you happy, and in an honestly almost-perverted way, he loves seeing you go absolutely crazy with your friends. it just makes him so hard to see you uninhibited and dancing in the middle of the club like you own the place, all eyes on you.

X. X-ray

i think this was pretty well covered in the fic but.....yeah it's big. like, a solid eight inches, girthy, veiny, pornstar dick. eren's blessed and he knows it and uses it to his advantage. your favorite game together is to see how much of him you can get down your throat and eren's obnoxiously cheering you on like a coach. "you're almost halfway babe, have you been practicing on bananas or something?" "shut up eren! i'm trying to concentrate!"

Y. Yearning

okay i feel like it's basically canon that eren's ready to go at all times, no matter what, and plug!eren is not exempt from that. on top of this, though, he's really turned on by...idk, mundane things? like when you stretch with your arms over your head and he can see the outline of your breasts through your shirt, the curve of your neck, when you stick a pen through the bun on top of your head. like, the silliest things turn him on, only adding to his super high sex drive.

Z. Zzzz

eren's usually still bouncing off the walls right after, loves pillow talking and staying up late and discussing any topic he can think of under the sun. he's very restless as a person, so it takes him awhile to go to sleep, especially plug!eren. you usually fall asleep first. always has to go rip the bong a few times or he's just got 0 chance of knocking out, but he always sleeps better when you're snuggled up to him <3

[caseyscraftycorner]

KATMAI BEAR PHOTODUMP

y'all i've been camping out on the katmai cams for the last three days preparing for fat bear week, because i am very mentally healthy, thankyouverymuch. Here's the highlights!

910 and her two yearlings -- her daughter and her adopted niece -- have been showing up a lot these last few days. 909jr's got just such a silly haircut. she's the one on the left, 910 & 910jr are the ones sleeping to the right. look at her. it looks like someone took an electric razor to her forehead. i love her.

132 and her cubs also made an appearance! they just all took a nap on shore for a while and then left. 10/10, tbh

402 & her cub showed up for a bit too -- and at one point the cub stood on their hind legs!!!! very very VERY cute. also 402 looking c h u n k y here :D

806jr, the Fat bear junior champion who is now in the main bracket, got separated from his mom for a while and just laid about right next to one of the cameras until she came and got him. he's SO fluffy, you guys.

Amelia, mother of 3, has also been hanging around. The cubs ran ahead and then two of them stood to turn and face momma. made my day.

bucky sure likes just sittin about, huh?

i think i already posted this one but. y'all. look at chunk in this photo. LOOK AT HIM. a perfect creature!!

Holly!! the Marshmallow Queen! this photo i think really shows both a: how big she is and b: how light colored she is. Lightly toasted marshmallow, indeed.

walker, he has such a gentle face. also he's afraid of Grazer (who i haven't seen recently) because she keeps kicking his ass lmao. but here he just looks like a sweet man. a kind lad. a gentle giant.

and that's the best ones i got! if you wanna see the matchups with the contestant's official photos, check out my post here.

[stxrmylxve]

Hanma everythings (p1 of 2)

@tenjikusstuff: omg i never requested anyone i just don't know how request work...but like. ANYTHING with Ran makes my knees week. From the most angsty thing to the most fluff thoot sweet one. I just love him THAT much. And same gors for Hanma fucking Shuji. These beanpoles have my heart attached to strings.

i mean.. that’s a mighty fine request to me. So i saw like an alphabet thing to where people did every letter for something? Idk if that makes sense lol but here’s where i got credit from; (sfw) (nsfw)

A - Affection Hanma has his moments to where he wants to kill anyone he pleases and get away with it, but I don’t know that he would ever turn down affection from you. I think it might be rougher if he were to be mad, but that just makes it funner.

B - Body part Okay so most of Hanma is fucking hot. However, I’m going to say that most readers idolize his hands. For him, I think he equally loves everything about you but he likes to lay on your chest/thighs, regardless if you’re fem or masc.

C - Cuddles He’s not going to be little spoon. Ever. He will always be big spoon and will wrestle you for the position. He LOVES cuddling you after a hard day at work !

D - Dirty secret Before he had truly met you, he used to go to clubs and get lap dances. It was normal to do that for him and he would end up getting a blow job as a way to blow off some money (see what i did there), but he would go on your instagram/whatever social media or source of photos of you and imagine it was you. Never spoke of this to you since he thought it was weird himself.

E - Experience As mentioned above, he was a sucker for going to clubs as a youngster and would have plenty of one-night-stands 24/7

F - Favorite Position Good ol’ doggy style always is apparent, but I think the face off position is one that he might use if he is feeling extra romantic also tired.

G - Gentleness He always checks in, even if he is in heaven with you. He asks if he wants to introduce something new, and in general without sex added in, he is just a true gentle giant with you.

H - Hugs? Okay.. hear me out. I think when he wakes up and has that bed head every hot man has, he’s legit half asleep and hugs you from behind. He might feel your waist up, not necessarily in a seductive way, but just to feel you again.

I - I love you? Says it all the time. You had to say it first, but once you did, it became his favorite phrase around you.

J - Jealousy I don’t know that he would get jealous a lot, I think if it were like a true sentimental you and him night sort of thing it might piss him off if the waiter looked at you weird.

K - Kinks Surprisingly, I don’t think hanma would be into ropes and tying up people. Maybe sadistic and masochism tendencies, yeah, but not tying up. He loves to praise you, has pet names, yadayada. But for him?? As odd as this sounds, maybe a bit of blood play. Not as much as sanzu, but I think it would be fascinating for him to watch if you were into it. Otherwise, simple praises and hearing you do justice just as well.

L - Little ones I think he would call kids nicknames like “brats” or “gremlins”, but he would find them adorable. And his own?? Smothers them with love. (okay, but i think i should do babydaddy hcs)

M - Motivation (what gets them going) He always wants a reward, with anything in general. You want sex? If he gives in, you give him something heavenly right back.

N - Nights (with them) I think relaxing nights would be romantic like watching movies and cuddling on the couch. Teasing, tickling, all of the relationship goals people yearn for.

O - Oral? (give, receive, etc) All I’m saying is that he is better with his hands than mouth. They’re totally both amazing, but hands hit better. Doesn’t outright ask for oral, only if you want to give it to him/have him do it to you, but he thinks about it.

P - Patience Depends on the day. Bad day at work? Pissed off very quickly. Normal day? Better, but one bad look at you and that guy goes into a ditch.

Q - Quickies? Wouldn’t do it normally. He prefers a more private place than a yucky bathroom.

R - Remembered.. The first thing that comes to mind when asked his favorite thing about you is the first time you two met on the streets. You had fallen and were picking up your things off of the street and being the gentleman he was, aided you.

S - Stamina 4-6 rounds. Not too much, not too little. Just enough to tire you both out and make you both sleep in the next morning.

T - Try Is he per say the riskiest person? No. But he would try most things you asked.

U - Unfairness Likes teasing, pleasures you and him both. Nothing more, but everyday expect a tease.

V - Volume Doesn’t care. Loudest one in the house/apartment/etc. If you feel good, he feels good. Noise complaints would be a yes.

W - Would they be whole? Without you, he would be lost. Eventually, he might get over you. But nothing would fill the void you left him with. Never.

X - X-ray Okay I’ll give him this, he’s groomed. Sometimes forgets, sure, but he tried okay? 6-7 inches give or take.

Y - Yucks Okay so piss/shit kinks, hell no for him. He doesn’t love blindfolding, both with him and blindfolding you, but it doesn’t disgust him? Not much he is turned off too I guess. Just be normal ig and he’s fine with you.

Z - Zzz If he outdoes himself, he falls asleep without pulling out 🤦‍♀️

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Manchester United 2-0 PAOK

It wasn't a vintage United display, but it was our first win in Europe in over a year. We'll take it.

First of all, we must address the creativity and dynamism offered by this lad. I've pinched the photo from the United socials, but my god did Amad grab the game by the scruff of its neck.

Beyond that though, things were quite lacklustre and quite worrying. This is why ETH got sacked and why we haven't scored many, but here's just a few of the things going wrong:

People weren't really trying to feed Hojlund.

Players dithered on the ball and slowed the tempo down severely, killing any chance of exploiting mistakes in PAOK's positioning.

Players misunderstood each other's intentions - see Bruno & Amad repeatedly. This is fixed by more gametime together, however.

Some decision making is dogshit. Garnacho shoots when he shouldn't and doesn't when he should. He needs benching and using as a super sub more.

The press is decent but player intelligence is lacking. PAOK's no8 ran a curved route through our front 5-6 players and everyone was like ??? whose man is this? That's shite at any pro level, let alone in a European cup game.

Not everyone was bad. Jonny Evans and Noussair Mazraoui continue to be mercurial and ooze composure. One was a Fergie player, the other would have been. Of all the players in our squad currently that didn't play under the Boss, Mazraoui is the one that you go "yeah, he'd make the cut". Shades of Denis Irwin in how reliable and consistent he is, which I love.

Ruud Van Nistelrooy said it himself when talking to TNT Sports post-match that the first half was bad and the second half was more like it. And that's fair; the intensity increased, the tenacity increased. Maybe it is just a confidence thing, but there's a huge absence of desire, and that lack of wanting the win is a cancer. Maybe some players being tuned out is making others like Bruno play like shit, because for all our captain is Mr Chance Creation, he still lacks in the passing department versus Odegaard and KDB. He still has a random scuffed pass in a match that will open us up to a counter and get us panicked.

It's not all a Bruno issue though. Along with Mazraoui they were actively encouraging Amad to join in the overlap game to break into the box, rather than cut in to the crowded edge where Bruno, Casemiro, Hojlund and Garnacho were all sitting. This will be the area of challenge for new manager Ruben Amorim this season: how do you fix United's attack and get them harmonised on what the best offence is? We know they like to counter and use pace on the break, and we know they can be patient and recycle possession when facing a low block, but United's issue really does seem to be intelligence related. We don't like to flit between strategies. People can call out Erik Ten Hag for tactical stubbornness but maybe he was so rigid on Plan A because players hadn't the IQ to handle a Plan B or a Plan C?

2-0 was a fair result but we should have had a penalty for the foul on Amad in the 17th minute and PAOK should have scored from point-blank range in the 64th. I was sat in the Stretford End under the scoreboard and could not believe that they hit such a tame shot. Madness.

2 wins and a draw for interim boss Ruud then, with a repeat match (this time in the league) versus Leicester at home, 2pm on Sunday to round out his spell in charge before the international break and the arrival of our new handsome Portuguese bastard.

[trashbag-baby666]

Tomorrow Morning-Curt/Ken

Dedicated to my curtielicious @mangokittokatsu

Summary: Curt survived the war and owes Ken a ride.

WC: 1,035

C/W: Tooth rotting fluff.

MOTA Masterlist!

"Kenny." Curt most certainly hadn't even been back to his bed. He'd been out with Bucky all night now he was in Ken's quarters.

"What?" He tussled around a moment, his green eyes finally meeting Curt's.

"Let's go for a ride."

"What are you talking about?"

"In the plane, come on." Curt shook Ken's shoulder trying to get him out of bed.

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes. Now come on." Curt let his brows furrow sticking out his bottom lip.

"Fine, but if we get in trouble I'm telling them you kidnapped me." Ken shoved Curt's shoulder grabbing blindly for his boots at the side of the bed.

The smell of the morning dew on the tarmac, a haunting smell of all those early morning missions. But this was going to be different. This was just him and his sweet boy going for a little joyride.

"Ready, sugar?" Curt patted the under belly of the B-17.

"Just a minute." Ken called from the tail.

"Did ya find somethin'?"

"No, just doing one last inspection."

"Kenny." Curt put a hand on his hip, "Get in the damn bomber."

"Fine!" The curly haired boy stomped over to where Curt stood.

"Want a boost up?" Curt nodded to the small door above them. He nodded and put a hand on Curt's shoulder, the other basically lifting him in.

He sat on the edge and pulled himself the rest of the way in looking around. Yeah, maybe he was a little nervous. Five years of a damn war and him fixing these and he hadn't ever left the ground.

"Nervous?" Curt pulled himself in shutting the latch behind them.

"No, why would I be nervous?" Ken crossed his arms sitting on the floor still debating if he should get out and talk Curt out of this idea.

"Come on, you ain't gotta thing to be nervous about, doll face." Curt winked holding out his hand, "Your boyfriend is the best in the whole damn army Air Force."

Ken perked up a bit at that word, "Is that what we are?" His cheeks turned red and a small little grin fell on his face.

"That oughta be what we are." He let Curt pull him to his feet following him into the cockpit,

"Guarded this thing with my life in Stalag." Curt produced a frayed in the corners folded picture from his breast pocket. He unfolded it, handing it to him.

Staring back at him, a picture of himself shirtless re-painting on the pinup girl on Curt's fort. A small little smile on his face as he held the paintbrush in one hand turning back to look at Curt and the camera.

"Didn't even know you had this." Ken blushed, handing the photo back to him.

"Can't let everyone know who your dame is or they might try and steal ya from me."

"I can assure you, Curtie I'm not going to let just any guy swoop me off my feet." Ken ran over the checklist in his head of pre take off protocol. For a guy that's never flown he sure does know a lot about it.

"That's good to know, sugar." Curt reached over flipping something and the engines slowly began to whir to life. Ken was just hoping no one would hear, "She's ready. Are you?" Curt pointed a gloved finger at him. Ken looked out the windshield seeing the sun beginning to peak out just a bit.

"I am." He felt his heart lurch just a bit as the plane began to move forward on the runway.

"Settle down, baby. Everything is going to be just fine." Curt squeezed his thigh and then put his hand back on the controls.

He took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and resting his head against the seat. Curt speeding up the plane for take off,

"Woah." He felt his

stomach drop as the wheels came off the ground.

He grabbed onto Curt's forearm on instinct, his chest filled with anxiety. He trusted him though, and knew he'd keep him safe.

"You should open your eyes."

Ken flicked open his eyes being met with the candy pink clouds. The sun peaking out illuminating the clouds, goldens, purples, a blue here and there. God, it was beautiful.

"Wow."

"Knew you'd love it." Ken felt Curt's eyes on him as he marveled at the clouds. His toothy smile finding his face, his eyes wide with child-like excitement.

"Maybe Meatball was getting onto something about loving to fly." He snickered, "He didn't tell me it was this beautiful."

"Not when the Krauts are shootin' at ya."

Ken feared it was only days until they'd drag his boy away from him again. Send him to some base in the pacific theater. The war was over in Europe but it still raged on in the Pacific.

"But it's over now." Curt followed up his statement, placing another comforting squeeze to Ken's leg. It's over now. It rang and rang through his head. What if they didn't send him over? What if they would send him home and the other guys. What would be left for him? Would he himself be sent over to some base on a hot and humid island?

"Think about it, Kenny. Tomorrow morning we could go for another ride? Maybe we steal a bomber and go home? You wanna come to New York with me?"

"Yes. i'd go anywhere with you, Curtie." And it was true. Ken didn't care if he went back to Arkansas. He'd been yearning for home but now home just felt like Curt. The 18 long months of not knowing where his baby had been. He assumed the worst, he'd been shot down in Munster and he'd never be coming home. But then he did. Ken didn't know who he had to thank for returning him.

"Don't you woo me, boy I'm tryna' fly this plane." Curt flicked his toothy grin to Ken,

"Do you mean it?"

"What, baby?"

"Coming back to New York with me?"

Ken felt his heart skip a beat, he knew there were some serious undertones to Curt. But this was the most serious he'd ever seen.

"I'll follow you anywhere."

[afropearl]

22nd birthday haul 🍰

happy birthday to me ! i turned 22 this year (my life path number eep!) i’m super excited for what this solar year will bring me so i bought myself a few thing on my wishlist that i wanna show off. enjoy !

sephora

first i got two of the summer fridays lip butter balms in vanilla and vanilla beige! i have the pink sugar one and l o v e i t so i wanted to get two more, i went back and forth between brown sugar and vanilla beige but opted for vb :3

then i picked up dulce by rosie jane and y’all the reviews were saying vanilla ice cream in a bottle and they did not disappoint! it smells so good and light and airy. it’s a perfect vanilla i planned to wear all autumn/winter. my second fragrance of choice was sol de janerios 71 ‘caramelized vanilla and macadamia’. i’ve been avoiding sdj scents but i tried this in store and am so glad i did! it’s also a perfect gourmand for the colder months. highly recommend <3

bath and body works

i went in b&bw for my free birthday gift as well as my fun seasonal hand sanitizers. luckily they had two new body care scents, fresh vanilla blossoms and cozy vanilla bourbon! i personally am not a fan of bourbon/alcohol notes so i opted for the cuter and lighter fresh vanilla blossom and it’s perfect! (love the pink design btw)

the creme shop <3

omgg you guys i love the creme shop face masks so i went ballistic on their newest collabs with bt21 and sanrio. also picked up one of the biggest hk girl obsessions: the luv lash serum mascara. they also had hello kitty and little twin stars pimple patches :((( and i picked up their hydration lock moisturizer too (it was between hk’s and cooky’s)

misc {target, tj, princess polly}

ok i ran out of room for photos so take this concept photo, but basically i found the cinnamon dolce tree hut scrub, 4 nyx butter glosses and beauty of joseon ampoules all in store!! and then i bought two outfits from princess polly, along with this cute little black bag that i’ll wear to dinner tomorrow <333

alsooo for my birthday i got my nose pierced again and my second ear lobe reopened !!! i honestly think i’m more of a piercing girl than a tattoo bc i really can’t commit to even a small tat haha! overall i’m so glad i got everything i could’ve wanted this year, i had a great birthday my cake was p e r f e c t (it was inspired by the melanie martinez and i executed so well i think)

anyways y’all i’m just gushing abt my stuff now sorry but i hope you all enjoyed reading <3

i’ll make posts abt my scent profile this fall/winter very soon !

[slcwdance]

Welcome to slcwdance!! a blog for midnightfms and penned by Liz ( 21+, cst ). Template credit to: sup_edits. Introducing . . . M O O N C H A E Y O U N G . . .

☾ ° 。◜Lee Jieun (iu). cis female. she/her.◞ could have swore i saw Moon Chaeyoung in the city tonight, probably heading to saeloun market ! i suppose after living in daegu for 1 year, they know what they like. i hear they’re a costume maker at masquerade community theater, but who knows. friends describe the 28 year old as Resilient + Affectionate, but others might view them as more Detached + Volatile. putting them into words? i’d say they have an air of pricked fingers covered in bandaids, a messy livingroom, old photos hidden away under the bed, if you can’t find them, they might be looking at the city lights from eodum apartments!

🐇 A B O U T

full   name   :    Moon Chaeyoung     nickname   :   -   .          age   :    28   .        gender   :          cis woman   .        pronouns   :    she   /   her   .      fc: Lee Jieun (IU)   orientation   :    heterosexual /heteroromantic.     date   of   birth   :    june 18th , 1995  occupation   :   costume maker.  

🐇 B I O G R A P H Y.

Born with a silver spoon, Chaeyoung is the only daughter and was the heir to the Moon Empire. Ever since she was a baby whatever she wanted she got without even having to ask for it, as a child her room had been filled with toys and during her teenage years her closet had been filled with brand names only. It was a dream life for many, yet in exchange of all those luxuries she was expected to be the best, another thing for her parents to boast about, and she played her part really well.

She became interested in ballet at a young age and it became her whole world. Her eyes sparkled and her mother was more than happy to sign her up in a prestigious academy for it. Chaeyoung dived into that world while keeping her academics as top of her classes, sleepless nights with private tutors came and went but it was worth it in her eyes as she got to compete in the Asian Grand Prix and other competitions earning the attetion of the Korean National Ballet. She was doing wonderful in this new place slowly rising ranks until she became the first dancer, the prima ballerina of the National Ballet and that is when her dreams came crashing down.

She was pregnant.

And she was on her own, the father of the baby was gone and so were her supportive parents who claimed she was a shame to the family once they found out. With nothing more than what she could carry on her bags, Chaeyoung left that life behind moving to Daegu to start again, just her baby and her.

...1 year later.

Chaeyoung pregnancy ran smoothly thanks to a neighbor that took care of her and treated her as if she was her own daughter, the caring mother she never had. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy Jisung who is now almost 1. Even if she struggles with her work, her home is always filled with love.

🐇 P E R S O N A L I T Y.

The Chaeyoung of today is very different from the one during her teen years. The girl who never had to work for anything is now working any job she can, learning new things that can be done at home so she can work while staying close to her baby. long gone is the childish chaeyoung replaced by one driven by love, one that never gives up. her fingers are pricked from her work as a seamstress for the theater but she takes pride in them. A bit emotional detached, takes long to earn her trust and for her to open up, keeps new people at arm's length afraid they would leave her again.

+resilient +adaptable + affectionate

-detached -volatile -mistrustful

🐇 C O N N E C T I O N S

c o m i n g s o o n