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“i’m straight,” Eddie Diaz said gayly, bearded moustache’d up and lightly flirting with a hot catholic priest
#i hate him i hate him. i LOVE him#i am taking a hammer to the glass closet#be happy be okay be gay eddie it’s alright#eddie diaz#911 abc#’they affirmed he’s straight’ he said it whilst ‘masked’ with his moustache#and then answered the door in his underpants to buck after peeling off his disguise#buddie will prevail (please. in my heart at least)
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Title: ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢ ᵗʸᵖᵉ} Choi San [ateez]
genre: angst, fluff
warning(s): anger issues, possessiveness, San accidently hurts you(lighlty), a bit suggestive, a lot of swearing
word count: about 2.4k
Y/N's POV:
Me and my friends, Wooyoung, f/n and Seonghwa were in a luxurious club, dancing and having fun all night. While Wooyoung and I were sitting on the red leather couch, the other two were dancing wildly on the dance floor to the loud bass music. It gave me chills and I smiled in Wooyoung's face.
"We should meet some time alone again!" He almost screamed so I could even understand him due the noise around us.
"I'm not sure if San will allow me, but sure! It was a whole torture to persuad him to just let me out with you guys."
I slightly rolled my eyes at the memories of the conversation I had with my boyfriend San about this. It really was so exhausting to talk about something like that with him. He was the jealous, overprotective type and his possessiveness were slowly getting on my nerves.
"I'll have to talk to him." Wooyoung yelled again and smiled a little awkwardly. He was surely very good looking and my guy best friend but sometimes he overdid his confidence. I liked him anyways.
"But then he'll beat you up, you know that?"
I stopped counting how many guys he had defaced because they looked wrong at me or complained about his behavior and how he treats me. It was pointless to even try to stop his anger issues when it's about me.
We started dating almost a year ago and he still had these habits.
"That could possibly happen, good, that I'm a man that has muscles and goes to the gym also." He winked at me while smiling.
He always was the flirty type but I knew he wouldn't dare to do anything I don't want. And I also knew that he loves me but just as a best friend. He's more like a brother than to me a boy I would date.
"Good luck then, Woo. You know San is experienced when it's about beating someone up." I reminded him in a joking way but we knew that I was damn right with this point.
"We will see if I can do anything." He ended this topic.
"Does San know, you're with us at a nightclub?" He mentioned his name again.
"Better, he'll fucking never finds out." I smiled a bit intimidated at the thought of if he'd find out.
"Okay, let's enjoy the rest of your life then. Come and dance." He stood up again and pulled me with him on the dance floor.
I just laughed and did what he said. Therefore I went out with my friends, to have a bit fun again. Not that I wasn't happy in my relationship with San, but he always wanted me for himself and I needed for at least a few hours a break after a long time of avoiding boys all day long.
Now everyone around me was absolutely living for the moment and I missed this feeling so much.
San was also out, but doing business instead of having fun.
After hours passed and it was getting later & later, we were getting more tired each second so we decided to end this beautiful night. F/n and Seonghwa drove home in one taxi as me and Wooyoung did the same.
They weren't actually dating, but I knew f/n had feelings for my good friend Hwa since High School.
The ride didn't take long since we had stayed in town and soon arrived at my apartment. I hugged Wooyoung goodbye and stumbled into the apartment's elevator to reach the right floor faster.
I pressed the button for the fourth floor and after a few seconds and a few more steps, I was able to open my apartment door.
I sighed, so relieved that I could take a quick shower and enjoy my lovely bed. To be honest, I never knew if San was sleeping over or not. I was just guessing in this moment, that he would stay at his apartment tonight and walked into my bathroom, taking off my skater dress.
Before I stepped in the shower I looked in the mirror and noticed that my hair was kind of a mess like my eyeliner was, through all the dancing and stuff. After I separated myself from my underwear I could finally enjoy the warm water hitting my small but feminine body.
I was too exhausted to take a long shower and just washed my body and hair quickly, got dressed in cute panties and one of San's white shirts which went up to the middle of my thighs, covering my breasts that were braless.
I wished just in this moment that he would be here, seeing me like this. He loved me in only wearing his tees and my panties. He would fall all over me right now.
I smiled brightly at my imaginations of my boyfriend living rent free in my head. I was really proud to have him. He was pretty popular and so damn handsome that every girl that hadn't a boyfriend, had from at least a little one to a huge crush on him.
But he picked me, the bookworm, which didn't mean I was automatically good in school. I was okay but nothing more.
My ego was just too big to let anyone of the teachers tell me what to do. Everyone said I was so pretty, I could be a model if I were just a little taller but I also had my failures and insecurities. And that was totally fine because I am just a human too. San taught me how to accept and love myself and I was so thankful for it.
When I wanted to crawl into my comfortable bed, I suddenly noticed a tall figure standing in my bedroom.
"My god San! You wanna kill me here?!" I breathed out heavily as my heart was already racing.
"Where the fuck were you so long?" He asked now with a deep but angered voice. And I didn't miss the anger building up in his eyes.
"Out, you know." I just said and laid on my bed, ready to sleep.
"I know. But you didn't told me you were gonna be out till after midnight!"
My eyes scanned his face, waiting for his next move.
"I told you to not be out late and amuse yourself with boys."
I let out a "Pff" sound and closed my eyes, not wanting to believe what he just said to me.
"Y/N!"
"Yes! I know waht you told me but I wanted to have fun once, without you ruining my night okay?! And I would never "amuse myself" with other boys but you in that way! Now shut up and turn the light off. I'm tired of your shit!" My words came out more harshly than I wanted them to be but I wasn't gonna take it back.
So I just closed my eyes again and covered myself up. But nothing moved or sounded like he would do anything.
"What do you mean by that?" I heard his weak voice speak quietly.
Oh god no. I feared this tone so much.
He was usually more a tough guy who didn't show his emotions much to anyone but me. And most of the time he acted all strong around me too, but sometimes his heart just couldn't handle me if I prevailed with a loud voice and harsh words.
And his wound point was when I would mention anything about a break up, even in the slightest.
"Go to sleep, San." I told him in a rather cold tone.
I wanted to avoid a conversation about this and just fucking rest. I really wasn’t in the mood to stand this right now.
"Not until you tell me." He stayed stubborn.
I sighed and sat up straight so I could look at him again.
"Nothing. I'm tired. Could you?" I was tapping on the empty bedside where he was supposed to sleep. I saw how his blue eyes slowly got teary. Fuck.
"Did you mean you're tired of me?" He asked carefully, trying to hold back his tears.
"Noo... I meant that I don't want to be suppressed by you anymore. You always tell me to stay away from boys and I do. Nothing to worry about, right? So the problem is solved. Now sleep San, please." I begged and patted on the mattress again.
"I just don't want anyone to have you like I do. I thought you wanted to be mine also." He looked down.
"I do all of this because I love you so much that I would die for you. I'll do anything but please tell me you're not going to leave me." He pleaded and a tear escaped his eye.
It was rare that he cried but when he did he was really scared. He was scared that I would leave him.
"No I'm not going to, San..."
"You never call me just San." He looked up again with sad eyes, digging into my aching heart.
I thought I dreamed when I heard him sob so softly that my heart began to ache.
"I'm sorry baby, but I am still a bit mad. But I will never leave you, okay?"
He just hummed and layed down on the bed. I covered him with the blanket and stroked through his soft hair before I leaned back again.
I breathed out at his please and kissed him with a bit more pressure.
"Don't cry. Everything's alright baby." I said in a calming voice and turned the last lamp off.
"I'm sorry Y/N, don't be mad at me, you know I can't stand this." He pleased again, gripping my small waist with his hand and pushing me against his hard body.
"Give me my goodnight kiss." He said and looked at me, perking his lips.
I decided to give him one as a treat and turned around to peck him on his lips.
"I don't like short pecks, you know that Y/N." He frowned immediately.
I sighed out and kissed him again, with a bit more pressure.
"It's fine, for now." He was finally satisfied.
And finally we could fall asleep in each other's embraces and get the rest we deserved.
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San's POV
I woke up next to my princess and instantly had to smile.
She was my everything, I was so lucky to have her in my arms.
When my hands slowly caressed her waist up and down, I noticed that she only was wearing her light pink, favorite panties and a white shirt of mine that had slipped up to her upper buddy.
Her ass pressed against my member and I felt how I hardened at this feeling.
Always when we woke up like this I got a morning boner.
Luckily she helped me most times.
But what about today? We kind of fought yesterday, before we got to bed.
I would like to deny it but I fucking cried because of her words.
It was rare but sometimes when she was mad at me, she said words she didn't really mean and I can't stand it if she mentions something that would lead us to break up eventually.
I wanted to keep her forever. I wanted to marry her one day and spend the rest of my life with her.
I would do absolutely everything to prevent that we had to part. That's why I was pretty possessive and "overprotective" over her.
But it didn't matter to me as long as she didn't have much to do with other boys.
Though she actually hated that. She wanted her freedom.
Although it was important to me that she was happy, I wouldn't stop watching with who she was hanging out with.
She let out a sweet groan at my touch and took my hand on her now naked stomach, signalling me that she was wide awake now.
"You're not mad anymore, are you?" I asked with a husky morning voice.
"I can feel your boner, San." She just ignored my question.
"You are so damn hot babe.. How am I supposed to not have one when your cute ass is pressed against it?"
She giggled cutely. Then she turned around and looked at me with her stunning eyes.
"Just take a shower with me, yeah?" She smiled seductively.
"Everything for you baby." I kissed her cheek.
We stood up together and walked to her bathroom.
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"San, why were you so rough?" She asked in a quiet voice as she walked out of her room into the kitchen where I was standing.
"I'm sorry." I replied.
"I'm sorry? That's all?" Now she sounded really sad and looked at me with watery eyes and pouty lips.
But I had my reasons and it wondered me why she didn't know why already.
"Oh, you fucking know. You're mine and I had to show you that. As you always forget about it." I spoke in a monotonous way.
"I like it when you go rough sometimes but not when you start hurting me. You bruised my sides, San. What is wrong with you!?" She whined, now even more upset.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you baby." I stepped towards he and tapped her shoulder in apology.
"It's okay. I will meet up with Wooyoung today." She told me as if it was normal for her to meet up with him.
As if she didn't know that I would freak out at this.
"What the fuck, Y/N!? You will not." I tried to suppress an aggressive tone.
"I'm kidding, San. God, you're so controlling." She rolled her eyes back.
My eyes widened again at her statement.
"You're kidding?" I wanted to make sure, a bit to blended from all this stuff going on to even think straight and be able to follow her words properly.
"Yeah, it was supposed to be my revenge, idiot." She snapped again and walked away.
"Don't call me that!" I told her.
She was never this disrespectful. What the heck was going on?
"Y/N? What is it, huh?" I tried to sound soft but obviously failed.
She breathed out heavily, telling me how annoyed she was by now.
"Either you go and leave me alone or..." She bursted out.
My heart stopped for a moment just to start racing rapidly a second later as I realised what she implied to say.
"Or what?" My voice shivered already.
"Or we take a break." And my heartbeat stopped a second time.
"We just had sex and you're telling me, you wanna take a break?" I asked shocked.
I wished this was just a stupid nightmare of mine, because for me it really was at that point.
"Do you love me, San?" She suddenly wanted to know.
"What? Of course I do! I told you last night."
I was so confused and overwhelmed with this situation, I thought I forgot how to breathe properly.
"Why do you try to control me all the time if you really do?"
"That's the thing Y/N. I do that because I love you too much to let some boy near you." I tried to explain meaningfully.
But she was still quietly standing in front of me.
"I'll let you go with him for two hours, okay?" I thought the best thing to do is to give her what she wanted.
I almost missed that tears rolled down my cheeks. I was so damn emotional when it was about her.
"Please say something, love." I begged. Silence was never a good sign.
"I love you too. But you have to promise to let me go out more often. I don't care if it's with you or with my friends but I want some free time." She finally explained.
In the next second she was in my arms and hugged me tightly.
"I promise, Y/N. I love you."
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LaR (re)watch part... 4 I’m gonna go with 4
So we continue on with our still happy adventuring, and now even Sifeng is smiling much more often, although he is still icing out 6th bro hahahahaha, I do love that there are these kind of blink and you’ll miss it moments when they are out and about, Sifeng is still holding a grudge!
Is it really a (c)drama if there isn’t at least *one* of these scenes??? Signs point to no. Another cut because damn did i go screencap happy
Now we get to some of my favourite bits of the show, but pretty much also the beginning of the END, but before we get ahead of ourselves let’s first appreciate the fact that they spend the next few eps in wedding garbs and Sifeng outs his giant crush on Xuanji to everyone else (not that idk how anyone could have *missed that* but now even 6th brother is aware. Also they once again keep giving Sifeng the traditionally female role of the narrative which never fails to crack me up when they do it very blatantly.
Blabla they fight a fox demon lady, who they think was evil, but basically just got herself an adoring harem of worshippers who don’t even wanna leave. Plus they meet Merman guy again and they prove that demons aren’t automatically shitty! Huzzah for complex moralities.
Somewhat anyway.
Speaking of “””””complex”””””” moralities fucking Wu Tong attacks with his new best buddies and they get separated, with Xuanji and Sifeng washing away to a hidden cave and my poor girl Linglong getting captured by Wu Tong and UGH that’s not a storyline I look forward to, otoh it is at least treated in a way that doesn’t shy away from the implications. BUT ANYWAY THAT’S NOT YET RELEVANT.
Sifeng hasn’t bled aesthetically in far too long and I’m glad the drama recognises and rectifies this factoid. AND it gives us an excuse to get rid of the rather bland mask, so we finally get to see Sifeng’s entire face again.
Bc Xuanji is a girl after my own heart, she wastes no time stripping Sifeng and “treating his injuries” I mean that’s what I’d say too if I was asked.
I am very proud of you Xuanji, GET YOURS!
Sifeng (finally) realises the mask is gone and he is just so elated and so happy. He seems to forget this is like in the early teens of a 50+ episode show, oh Sifeng, really you should know better!
Of course, he thinks Xuanji loves him now, forgetting that she still lacks a majority of her six senses and doesnt really *understand* love yet. Plus the whole mask thing is imo much more about *his* feelings for her than hers about him.
As is the prevailing theme with this show, Sifeng tries to be all romantic but waffles about so Xuanji TAKES CHARGE as always, sadly all my screenshots of that were shit.
Xuanji gets another of her senses back and they snuggle but unlike Sifeng the drama remembers that haha we’re barely a quarter into the drama so things are Not As Good as we’d hoped.
DUN DUN DUUUUUUN, everything is still fucked, Love Curse is still going strong and nothing is really resolved, other than the fact that we finally get to see Sifeng’s pretty face in, so we can truly appreciate the upcoming pain.
Another thing that happened in the meantime though: we get to meet my other favourite side character TENG SHE!!! And his (on again off again boyfriend) technically boss Qing Long. Teng she is a character that doesn’t really give off his true delightful mannerisms in still images. He’s a Heavenly Snake and the actor really went for all the wriggly and twitchy movements. Maybe a bit too much at times but it really worked for me.
Nothing will ever convince me these two *dont* have something going on. Anyway let’s end this post on a cap that just encapsulates about 80% of this show. Some righteous sect leader is being a sanctimonious prick after Sifeng and Xuanji do them a solid, thinking Sifeng wants to fuck his wife.
He goes after Sifeng, injuring him but ofc Xuanji stands in front of her man protecting him and about to throw down with the sect leader bc he touched Sifeng. Mmmmm yes please and thank you.
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Hiraeth [Part 6]
Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)
Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”
Previously: The OC was tortured at HYDRA base, and was saved by the Avengers. She has no recollection of what happened to her for 8 months. Her nightmares and PTSD cause her to take a break from the Avengers. She lives anonymously in Romania, until a blue eyed stranger seems to recognize her.
Panting and trying to make sense of what happened, she decided to go back to the bus stop. She couldn't look for him. Her wits wrestled with her guilt for an upper hand. She SHOULD be doing something about this. What if he were HYDRA? The bus was due in 10 minutes and she was sitting on one of the chairs, feeling her belly. He hadn't kicked her as hard as he could have, just enough to make her fall. His questions, those eyes, and that unfathomable look in them, sketched themselves onto her memory. No matter how much she tried, no answer turned up. What did turn up was a headache so she let it go.
Her thoughts took a sharp turn when she heard the sound of explosions going off somewhere. It was from a nearby apartment building somewhere. People began to shuffle and run away, eager to take the first shelter they find. Her own eyes rose to the sky, and her mouth gaped when she saw someone jump off some 20th floor to the neighboring roof. This man, if she could calculate the silhouette well, was one with nerve. Then another jumped off. And then another.... the man who's shadow she could read in the dark. Steve Rogers.
She wanted to keep out of it even though her heart told her to go help. But Steve was there so it would be fine. By the time the bus arrived, she was the only one who got up and told the very anxious driver that he should just drive. It was around 7 in the evening when she heard the knock on her door. It could either be three people: her landlord to collect rent early, one of the woodpeckers who lived in a tree nearby, or Steve Rogers.
"Why the hell are you here?", She asked. Steve leaned in to give her a hug. God it felt good to have him here. She could cry. He was such a good friend and a good leader. Her eyes were glistening when he let her go.
"I had to come see you", he smiled, looking around her house and then her, from head to toe, like a mother, trying to examine if the girl was okay after all. "Considering that you didn't even call me knowing I was in Romania."
"I don't watch TV so much", she said, ushering him in. He did seem like he had to leave but he could sit a few minutes.
"How are you?"
"Better. Seeing you here..."
"I'm here too", another sound fell in her ear that genuinely made her laugh.
"SAM!"
She almost jumped into Sam's arms, feeling her heart beat harder and slower, promising herself not to cry. "Long time no see."
"Yeah", Sam said, studying her little establishment. "Wait.", she spoke, "Does anyone know you're here?"
"No one", Steve said, "Sam will stay quiet about this too"
She smiled and told them to sit while she made coffee and brought them something to eat. They talked about everything. They even told her why they were there. Steve had to put his hand under her chin and close it for her when he told her about the accords, and that he was actually there to get Bucky. The complicated ordeal with T’Chaka and his son was also discussed.
"Seems like whenever I am NOT around, the most dramatic situations take place in the Avengers' Initiative"
There was silence. Not a serene one, an awkward one. Words were forming in Steve's head, but couldn't find their way out. Sam's eyes turned to Cap over and over again, and Ellie was surprised that even he couldn't blurt whatever haunted his mind.
"We need your help, Ellie", Steve finally heaved. "There's something that's come up and we need someone with a mind as ...."
"Twisted", Sam filled in, making her roll her eyes.
"INTELLIGENT", Steve said pointedly, "as yours to help us through this predicament."
Silence prevailed like darkness does in the night. She was rummaging her mind for peace, for calmness to hear him out, but as soon as he mentioned the team, all she felt was a pang in her chest. The memories of the painful nights in the tower re-emerged, fresh, as if they never had left.
"I would never have asked you, but seeing that Tony has already made up his mind about the accords and the other smart guy has gone, we need your help."
"Steve, I can't go back there. At least not now", she replied, "Not when...."
Steve and Sam's heads shot up with curiosity, given because of her condition to be honest. "I just don't feel good about this right now. I have a lot of baggage to go through and..." "Not when what?", Sam rather abruptly reeled the conversation back to the elephant in the room, when both Steve and Amelia didn't have to courage to continue the discussion.
"Not when THIS is happening", she said and drew in a big breath. Her fingers traced along the collar of her shirt and she gently pulled it downwards, allowing their eyes to set on the wound. They had first seen it bleeding during a fight, and then covered in bandages when she woke up.
The wound was a strange color of red and black now, looking like angry hot lava covered by a layer of iron dust. No wound was supposed to look like this, unless something was very wrong.
"What is this?", Steve asked, pointing at it, "How long has it been like that? Did you get it checked?"
"They say it's partial nerve damage because a small chunk of my flesh was gone, I guess. A depression in the cavity or whatever they call it. Apart from that, nothing wrong, medically."
"But?", Sam chimed in, curious enough that the hair at the back of his neck seemed to stand out.
"But I don't know. There are days when the wound is fine. Other days it hurts like someone is scratching open my flesh. And somedays, like today, it is BURNING."
"It could just be... one of those injuries that never fully heal", Sam gave a faint smile, "I had a buddy in the battalion who lost a foot and still complains about pain to this day."
"It's not a normal wound. I don't know what it is...", her shirt was covering the wound again.
"Are you sure?", Steve spoke in a doubtful tone again. She looked at him incredulously. "Are you sure that you don't know what it is?"
"Steve the last time you asked me this question..."
"Well, I don't know what to say about this or believe in, Amelia!", Steve said, hands on his waist, brows furrowed because of some mental torment. "First that incident. And that could be an accident, but now this. If you're scared that we are going to judge you, don't be. We are a team. We help each other out."
"Nothing is wrong with me Steve", she pleaded, "I really don't know about either of the two incidents you've mentioned. I just..."
"Just what? Amelia just come with us. Please. Tony could have it checked out and you'd be fine... what if it's.... some sort of ... "
"I don't want to come back Steve. I'm not ready yet. I don't think I can operate properly as long as I have these things clouding my objectivity. Avengers' strategists should be on top of their game."
"Even when you're not on top of your game, you can plan better than any of us", Sam said. "Cap is right. You should come with us now. That THING could kill you one of these days, worst case scenario."
She shook her head and crashed on the sofa, a throbbing headache welcoming her to the reality of her predicament. Steve and Sam looked at each other defeatedly.
"I'm sorry guys. Not today. I would never hesitate to help you, you know that. But my mental state isn't helping me here..."
"You're being inconsiderate. Of yourself. And of your team."
"I'm. being. inconsiderate?", she repeated the words, "I am trying to hold on to the few fragments of sanity I've got left inside me, and I'm the one being inconsiderate? I'm here trying to find some MEANING behind my life, and trying to hold on to reality when my mind is going numb because of my mental issues. I know you see things differently than I do, but the last thing I am being or want to be, is inconsiderate."
A woodpecker had probably settled into the left wall of the cabin that faced the lake, seeming to flow gentler than it did in the morning. There was a constant pecking on the wall now. She went ahead and tapped on the wall, a rushed sound of feathered escape faded in the background. "If I go back there, the nightmares might return." "Maybe.." "and this wound, and my head too, will be in pain..." "And the only way to avoid all of this is to stay away from the whole superhero trying to protect the earth thing....." "I can't come back. I didn't say I won't come back EVER. I meant not now. As soon as I think that I am better, or if my wound gets WORSE and I dont know what to do with it, I'll be there in a heartbeat."
"Okay.", Steve sighed, his tone drenched in worry and sadness. They began to pick up their jackets. She just realized that birds had come back to whatever tiny homes they had built in the woods, because the symphony had started.
"By the way", she said, rubbing her forehead, "You never showed me this Bucky guy. What does he look like? I mean, I have had the honor of being shot at by him. But I'm really curious to see his face."
Sam took out his phone and seemed to fidget with it before giving it to her. She turned the screen to herself. There he was, that mysterious blue-eyed man, surrounded by numerous SHIELD agents, next to a man clad in a black cat? suit. The incident of the morning replayed itself before her.
"I'm coming with you", she announced.
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TVD 9x01 (part 2) Enjoy! =)
Cut to – Damon at the Grill, talking on his cell with Bonnie. In the background, the news report about people dropping unconscious.
DAMON: Bon-Bon, I got to tell you, things are really getting wacky around here. I know you are out there finding yourself, but I think you should consider coming home soon…
BONNIE: (Sarcastically) Ah, you miss me that much? How sweet!
DAMON: (With a smirk) I might, just a little bit. But, since I know you won’t come back for me, at least do it for the greater good…
BONNIE: Drama Queen!
DAMON: (Laughs) No Bon, but seriously, something is going on…
BONNIE: (Standing behind him) I know…
DAMON: (Turns around and is absolutely ecstatic to see her) Bonnie?
BONNIE: One and only…
DAMON: Ahrrr!!! (Hugs her as tight as he did when she came back from the prison world) I can’t believe you are here! I’ve missed you so much, you hocus-pocus, gone with the wind witchy-psychy!
BONNIE: Uff Damon, you are losing your touch, that’s officially the worst nickname ever!
DAMON: Well, that’s what happens when you leave your BFF behind to travel the world, Bon-Bon! I lost my inspiration, plus this human thing really doesn’t help either. Come here! (Hugs her again) I can’t believe I’m actually seeing and holding you in the flesh! (Looks up and down at her, she looks absolutely breathtaking) Wow, you… you look amazing Bon (gives her a smirk).
BONNIE: Thank you, Damon, you’re not looking bad yourself (smirks back).
DAMON: So, tell me everything! Is it true that the Irish can out drink me?
BONNIE: (Soft laugh) Well, you already know the answer to that, and pretty much everything else about my world tour Damon; we practically talked every day…
DAMON: I know, but it’s different to hear it while I’m actually with you, I’m old fashioned that way. Now, tell me, in all honesty, did you really do that Bon?
BONNIE: O.K, fine! I’ll own up to it, yes, I did! I ate everything from snails to deep-fried scorpions, ant eggs, worms… you name it, I ate it, and I don’t regret any of it!
DAMON: (Disgusting face) No, no, no! You see what happens when you spend too much time away from me? That’s just disturbing Bon!
BONNIE: Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Damon. It was actually quite yummy… well, some of it anyway.
DAMON: I think I can live with the doubt, Bon… But, kidding aside, you look incredible. I’m really happy you experienced the whole Eat, love, pray thing… and happier that you are finally back!
BONNIE: (Laughs, he clearly hasn’t seen the movie or read the book) Me too, this trip gave me perspective, you know? … But, let’s move on to you, how are you holding up?
DAMON: Uff, you just jumped right into that. At least let me get my favorite drinking buddy a bourbon first! (To a waiter) Tom, please get me two bourbons from my special reserve. Wait, who am I kidding? Just bring us the bottle. (They sit down at a table, Damon serves her a bourbon, they cheer).
DAMON: To a very long-awaited reunion…
BONNIE: I’ll drink to that! This is really good Damon (referring to the bourbon).
DAMON: Only the best for my bestie.
BONNIE: So, now that we have officially settled… tell me, how are you doing? I worry... you know?
DAMON: I won’t lie, it’s been hard Bon… and not having you here hasn’t made it any easier.
BONNIE: You know I’m here for you, cyber or in the flesh, you can always count on me.
DAMON: I know Bon-Bon, and you have no idea how grateful I am. You have my back, and I have yours, no matter what. I mean, I know we talked all the time, but it’s different, you know? Being in the same place, at the same time… it’s really nice….
BONNIE: I know, and for the record, it was hard for me too… not having my best friend by my side through this absolutely insane experience. You would have totally loved some of the places I visited Damon… Sometimes I would imagine exactly what you would say or do at certain situations, and I’m pretty sure I nailed it.
DAMON: Funny, I did exactly the same thing Bon, and I am 100% sure I nailed it, every single time (they laugh). But listen, before we jump into the inevitable subject, I need to know how you are doing, I know this experience opened a whole new perspective on who you are and what you can do… It can’t be easy not to be overwhelmed by it all. So, Bon, look straight into my eyes, so I know you are telling me the truth when you say you are fine.
BONNIE: (Looks deep into his eyes) I’m fine Damon, really. Yes, it can be very overwhelming, sometimes terrifying. It’s a lot to handle, and so much responsibility. But I’m fine, I’ll be fine, I just take it one day at a time.
DAMON: Bon, seriously? You are one, if not the most, powerful being in the world, that has to be hard to process, let along control.
BONNIE: Seriously Damon, I’m fine. Like I said, one step at a time. So, no more deviating and let’s get to the point. How are you?
DAMON: I’m surprisingly good, I think. I mean, I had some low times, you know that, but I think that for the first time in my almost 200 years of life, I handled things the mature way. And, if I’m being honest, it had a lot to do with our friendship… You ground me, confront me, don’t take any of my crap, which is very annoying, but I love you for it. You are the only person I can openly talk to this about, or anything for that matter, the only one that really listens, the only one I can truly trust and know that won’t judge. If it weren’t for our friendship, I don’t think I would have ever found the courage to not only get through this but also grow from it.
BONNIE: Well, I guess we can scratch out “judgy” from the list (smirk)…
DAMON: The thing is Bon, I really thought I had everything I wanted, a human life with Elena. Me, the bad brother, the least viable choice, had finally gotten the girl. You’d think I would have been ecstatic, I’d been obsessed with it long enough, and I was, for a while. Yet, somehow, I couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong, that, once again, my selfish side prevailed. I couldn’t do that anymore… not to her, not to me, we don’t deserve that, she doesn’t deserve that.
BONNIE: No, she doesn’t, nor do you; you both deserve to be happy. Thing is, I can’t understand why it wasn’t with each other.
DAMON: You know why Bon-Bon, don’t make me say it.
BONNIE: Say what Damon? That it’s because you wish you were a vampire again? We all know that, and Elena would love you, either way.
DAMON: No, not that, I know she would. The fact that we were wrong for each other, as much as I hate to admit it, we were, and deep inside you know it too.
BONNIE: For the sake of honesty, I’ll agree that your relationship didn’t always bring out the best in you both. But Damon, it’s hard for me to wrap my fingers around this, you guys meant everything to each other.
DAMON: We did, we might still, in a different way. But, when loving each other means hurting each other, and anyone else who gets in the way, no matter how hard it is, choices need to be made; and we made a choice.
BONNIE: I have to admit Damon, wouldn’t have expected such selflessness from you, I’m proud.
DAMON: That warms my warm living heart, Bon-Bon!
BONNIE: O.K, I think I get the Elena thing; but tell me, why do you want to be a vampire again?
DAMON: Because all of this has made me realize that I am deader as a human than I ever was a vampire. How ironic and twisted is that?
BONNIE: Ironic, maybe, but not twisted. When we go through a transformation process our perspectives change, we realize things about ourselves we hadn’t before. It doesn’t mean it’s wrong or right, it just is. But we have to be strong and accept it, be honest with ourselves and others. Do right for what we truly believe is right. It’s not a question about being a vampire or a human, you are what you are in that department. You just need to find and reconnect with that Damon vamp side you feel you’ve lost. Look deep inside and you’ll find it, human or vampire, Damon is Damon, no matter the label.
DAMON: But that’s the thing Bon-Bon, turns out that between the supernatural and the human thing, labels do matter. You know that better than anyone. I mean, I can’t be fighting the front lines with this puny little body; granted it is still very fine by the way, don’t get me wrong (smirk), but I can’t get some real action!
BONNIE: But you can Damon! Look at Matt and Alaric, Jeremy, they get plenty of action.
DAMON: Seriously Bon, I mean, really? Do you think that any of them would ever stand a chance against Count Damon and the almighty Bonnie the Salem witch?
BONNIE: (Referring to the nicknames) Uff, just keeps getting worse!
But don’t underestimate humanity Damon, if history has taught us anything, it’s that humans are as much capable of destruction as any supernatural is, sometimes, even worse. But I have to admit, if I could have Damon vamp back, the first thing I would be grateful for would be the nicknaming, human Damon really sucks at it! (They laugh).
DAMON: Always on point Bon-Bon, there is no bullshit with you; that’s why I hate to love you, and love to hate you!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Starshine Ch. 7 Jimmy Page Fan Fiction
Sequel to In The Light
Linda’s eyes still had tears streaming from them, which makes it extremely difficult to drive safely. In addition, she was travelling way over the speed limit but didn’t care. The images she’d seen over at the studio kept replaying over and over again in her mind’s eye. It had only happened five minutes ago, so the wounds were as fresh as they get. The heat she felt in her face was fierce, her painful emotions fueled the fire. Once at Jill’s home, she swerved up the driveway dangerously, coming to a sudden screeching halt. Luckily, Jill’s last pool party guest had exited approximately 3 minutes earlier. If that
last guest had been currently exiting the driveway, Linda would’ve certainly caused a bad fender bender. And thank God, Jake the pup was safely indoors, not out and checking around the Page driveway, or it would’ve been curtains for him. Jill easily heard the shrill sound of Linda’s arrival. Jill had been still waiting for her, at the picnic table poolside. Even though it was quite late, maybe 3 pm, she still predicted Linda would show up. She was normally reliable, when she’d promise to be somewhere. Linda swung herself out of the driver’s seat, and began to storm forward on foot, through the yard of Jill’s home. Across the grass and approaching the gated pool, she saw that the gate had been left wide open. Therefore, that indicated that at least Jill was still in there. Even though Linda had been expected, her reason for rushing was certainly not for a party. It was purely for emotional and excruciatingly painful reasons. She needed Jill. Needed her bad.
Linda burst through the entrance and was seen immediately. Jill was calmly sipping a drink, in one of the soft chairs near the pool. “Jill, Jill ! “ Linda shouted, still twenty feet away. She hurried forward. “Why the rushing, hun ?” asked Jill. Linda was not normally a speed walker. “Oh, Jill !” Linda’s voice squeezed out, with a sound of anguish. Alarmed, Jill stood up and began to walk toward her, with worry. Linda dropped her purse and ran to Jill, throwing her arms around her, in a sharp lunge. She was now crying her eyes out, and grasping Jill tightly, her face against Jill’s hair and shoulder. “Baby, sweetheart ! What is it ?? What happened ?” Jill asked, frantically. Possibly an accident ? Linda continued, “Oh my God, Jill, I have to talk to you. Please, I need you.” explained Linda. There was quiet for a few moments, as Linda attempted pulling herself together. With the worried brows expression, Jill spoke, “Do you want to go inside ? Or talk out here ? I recommend inside, that’s where the alcohol is, dear.” Linda nodded yes, and they walked indoors, Jill’s arm around Linda’s waist. Jill quickly locked up the pool gate upon leaving. All the plates and refreshments had been cleared up hours ago.
Mrs. K. had gone for the day. Nothing but privacy prevailed. The two now sat at the dining room table with glasses of straight Jack on the rocks. Sitting knee to knee at the tables edge, Jill held Linda’s hand as she began to spill the news.
Linda : “Jill, I couldn’t believe it. That bitch ! And that cheating load of slime !”
Jill : “Who ?”
Linda : “Robert ! That fuckface ! I’d like to cut his balls off. Wasting my time for the last year and a half ! Why couldn’t he just do me a favor and tell me, so I didn’t need to waste my time !!” As she finished her drink, and Jill poured more.
Jill : “Hold that thought.” as she darted into the kitchen for tissues, and a sandwich from the party for Linda. She didn’t want the alcohol to go straight to her brain. Or puking to take over their evening. “Here, start eating, honey. You’ll be better off.”
Linda : “Thanks, ok, I was in town, near to the studio, busy with things. I was near that Greek place, so I picked up a souvlaki for Rob, he loves those. So I dropped into the studio to bring it to him. Thought I’d surprise him, but he wasn’t the one which got the surprise !!” she shouted, as a fresh round of tears began to flow. She took a bite or two of the sandwich, then downed the short glass of booze. “I went into the sound wall room, and to my unfortunate luck, I see a woman with red hair, in Rob’s arms, not only fondling his privates, but also with her tongue down his throat !! And he certainly wasn’t trying to escape !! He was holding her, doing it right back. That cheating sack of crap !!”
Jill : “Holy shit ! Holy holy shit ! How dare he ? You’re completely serious ?”
Linda : “Serious as a heart attack, my friend.”
Jill : “Do you know her ? Ever seen her before ?”
Linda : “No. Noooooooooo !” her voice trailed off, tearfully, as a few wails of tortured pain escaped her mouth. Jill was just astonished, while massaging Linda’s back, who now had her head down against the table, arms up over her head on the table. She was trembling and making wounded animal sounds. Jill also had tears glazing her own eyes now, feeling Linda’s anguish, so personally. She loved Linda. Linda had become nearly a member of Jill’s family by now. She tried to help Linda calm down and encouraged her to eat. Linda sucked down the current glass of Jack and held it out for a repour.
It was silent for several minutes, when suddenly, Jill heard another vehicle, screeching to a halt in the driveway. ”Holy Hell ! Who’s this !!” she exclaimed. Looking out through the curtains, she observed John Paul’s car in the driveway, and Jimmy rushing out. Heading for the door. “What’s he in a rush about, now ?” she questioned aloud. Jill then asked, “Was Jimmy there when all this happened ?”
As a reaction to that question, Linda froze suddenly, remembering the second piece of unpleasant info she had for Jill. A strong parade of pain stabbed her insides as she realized she needed to dispense the awful “next” part of the news for her buddy. It would be wrong not to, she felt.
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Okay let me start by saying in the two and a bit years since I joined Tumblr I think this is the first time I have actually stayed awake for an update to post. An what an update it was. 2.4k words of beautifully written perfection and still the tears flowed. But let's not get ahead of ourselves for that was towards the end. The beginning, now that was a different story.
This first bit can so easily be summed up in one near perfect word … Amanda. Oh how I absolutely fell head over heels in love with her. Fiercely loyal and in no way intimated by this powerfully built biker, the whole restaurant exchange between her and Ari was just perfection. Making sure to get her point across while also having looked into every aspect of his club, it would be easy for the reader to think of her as something of a meddlesome friend, but I think this was easily negated in the somewhat respectful manner both of them exhibited throughout their conversation. I mean let's face it, from the glimpses we've seen of their personalities it could so easily have descended into a shouting match. But cooler heads prevailed, an adult discussion appeared to take place and our reader could rest easy in the knowledge that the two people closest to her, if not friends, at least could accept each others importance in her life. Now if only she hadn't acted like a mommy with that sandwich comment, she'd have been a goddess 😂😂
As for the next part, well what is one supposed to say about this? So much of biker life is marred is bloodshed and violence that we don't always see the lives behind the leather. This is captured here beautifully. Vernon had a life. Though he had his demons which ultimately cost him in the end, he did have people who cared about him, who grew up with him and as we see in the following were willing to include him in their lives despite his flaws.
But still future best man when Ari finished designing your ring.
“Wish you could see it,” Ari muses bitterly, tears in his eyes, bowing his head. “You’d understand this decision I’m about to make. I know you would. You told me I’d give it all up for her. You’re right. I’m gonna miss you, buddy.”
But the exchanges between Ari and the reader, now these hurt. Heart breaking, gut wrenching hurt. Oh sure, now one will probably say that this is a prequel so reading National Anthem gives a wider view of things for these two. But taken as the piece it is, one can't help but want to reach out and comfort Ari. Losing his president, his childhood friend, his club. All of these must be hard enough to take, but his girl? Just this section alone was tear-inducing:
“You’re my family,” Ari tells you, shaking his head at your comment. “What are you doing?”
“You can’t promise me that you are always going to be safe if you take this job. If I lose you, I will never recover. So I need to -”
“No,” Ari argues as you nod.
“Ari, please, I just -”
“No, this isn’t up for discussion. I haven’t made a decision yet.”
“But if they ask you?”
There’s a long pause.
“I have to do the right thing,” he answers.
“Then I can’t be here. I love you so much but I can’t do this.”
“Sweetheart, just,” Ari breathes, watching you stand as he follows suit. “Please don’t do this.”
“I love you,” you respond, kissing him before you sniffle, turning away from him as you pick up your keys and head to the door. “Don’t follow me, please. I need a… a day. A day, okay?”
The pain he must feel at this exchange paling in comparison to what's to come.
A single tear rolls down your cheek as your focus never wavers until your eyes close when the casket is out of view, your mouth setting into a straight line, swallowing hard.
“I love you,” you tell him softly, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Remember that, please.”
Your fingers slip away slowly, almost in slow motion before the cold air cools off your warm touch, Ari standing alone as the club members bow their heads as you pass. A Queen without a crown, still commanding respect as if you weren’t walking out of his life.
One really feels for both of them in this moment. And how could one not when the emotion is captured so well and their pain is so evident for all to see. Still hope springs eternal and as stated National Anthem does exist to provide some more insight. But it in no way diminishes this outstanding emotional roller-coaster and I for one never though I'd enjoy an Ari fic let alone fell sorry for him, but here we are and all I can hope for now is that we might get to spend a bit more time seeing where the open road takes these wonderful characters.
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@americasass81's ask got me thinking and all of a sudden I got so inspired. I hope you enjoy this prologue of how we got to the beach bonfire in National Anthem. I've sprinkled some hints in this so if you read it already, I hope you enjoy them.
Biker! Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Word Count: 2.4K (Lord, why...)
Warnings: 18+ for language, angst, mentions of murder, minor character death.
Summary | A bad decision leads to fracture in your once safe space.
Even though Ari all but swallows up your side of the table, Amanda keeps her eyes on him as she sips her iced tea, blinking at him while you hold your breath. Your best friend meeting your boyfriend for the first time shouldn’t be that big of a deal. Except that she’s done enough research on her own as her eyes fall back down to the patch on his kutte that makes her place her drink back down.
“She’s never even had a ticket,” Amanda says after a beat, lifting a brow. “Can you say the same?”
“No,” Ari says confidently, a smirk on his lips. “I can’t.”
Amanda’s tongue works her mouth, a slow nod that makes your stomach flip. You know Amanda wants to say something, the twitch of her lips has you wondering what she will say next. In this small restaurant, you know people are still staring at Ari, stealing glances as the sound of utensils ping on plates, the various conversations going on around you all but drowning out the sound.
“Bikers are trouble,” Amanda announces, crossing her arms over her chest. “Especially your club.”
“You’ve done your research,” Ari commends her, leaning forward. “So then you know all about our charitable contributions.”
“And the fact your club president can’t be trusted.”
Ari’s pleasant expression fades, your eyes widening at Amanda as she waits for his response.
“He’s going through some things,” Ari mutters. “Outside of the club.”
“Hmm,” Amanda responds, leaning back against her seat. “So you aren’t involved with his little arguments with a rival club?”
“No. That’s on him, not on me or the club.”
“But it could be something. Sounds like conflict.”
“And if it is, I’ll handle it. She’s safe with me.”
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(1) Hey moon, I think I will feel bad again for dumping bad feelings onto you but it always feels so good talking to you. I know you said, you don't mind personal stuff in your asks and i don't have to apologize for everything, but... old habits die hard. It's just... there is this part of my family that hates us, but I am really close to one person of them. I don't have much friends to begin with and I am so afraid I will lose this person someday because of that part of my family.
Peridot! ( ´ ▽ ` )
Yes, just exactly as you said, I don’t mind personal stuff in my ask, nor are you bothering me in any way. It’s okay if you still feel a little bad about it, I guess old habits do die hard and I’m no one to rush you, but do know and I remind you that it’s totally okay to come here with this sort of things. Coon’s lair is a very safe place for everyone, so feel welcome and don’t you worry about personal stuff like this. You’re nowhere near to being a bother, my friend. I’m happy that, even if you still feel a little bad about it, you still know that. ♡
Ah, family troubles. That can get quite heavy.
I really don’t know what to say. I don’t like to say that I understand, because nobody really does; all we can do is comprehend the other person, but never understand. We all experiment emotions and experiences our own way, so I can’t say I know what you’re feeling. But I do understand that you are feeling that way.
I’m sorry for your situation. It always sucks and it’s sad when family doesn’t behave like they’re supposed to; somewhere in this world, someone makes up stories about how everyone in family loves each other, but reality is that it isn’t always like that. Sometimes we just don’t get along, even when we try.
And you know, that’s okay. We cannot force relationships. Forgive me if it sounds vulgar, but it’s the best example I’ve found to describe love and other relationships; it’s like a fart, when you force it, it comes out as shit. There’s nothing more dangerous or poisonous in this world as trying to force something, evn the small things; there’s a difference between working for it, and forcing it. And usually, when forcing things, it all goes terribly wrong.
So it’s not as simple as “just talk and forgive each other and get along” as some people may suggest. No, mate, sometimes things just don’t work out, and it’s really no one’s fault at all.
What sucks, however, is that you and that one person you do get along with get your relationship in risk because of this. And I’m sorry that that poisonous relationship has to get in the way of you two. I’m sorry, really :(
About the one part of the family that hates you, I do want you to know that you don’t have to hate back, okay, buddy? This doesn’t mean that you have to let them treat you as they please, because no one has the right to cause any form of harm to anyone else. Just don’t hate back; there is no sense in fighting fire with fire, it’ll only cause a bigger fire that then will cause a much bigger havoc than what is necessary.
Look, buddy. You be good, alright? You be the good person that I know that you are. Don’t do scams on anyone. Don’t treat anyone bad. Don’t say mean things about others, nor cause them any harm. Don’t wish anyone bad things. Treat people kindly, smile at the cashier. Don’t hate on neither women nor men, nor on our non-binary friends, don’t be homophobic, don’t be xenophobic.
So long you are a good person, the way others view you is truly unimportant.
When you hate, things inside you, in a spiritual level, rot. You earn nothing out of hating other than mining yourself, your youth, and your soul. Hating someone else really won’t make anything better; blowing the fire of someone else’s candle off won’t make yours brighter.
So there is literally not a single point in hating besides just injuring yourself and your soul. And we don’t want that, do we?
You be a good person. So long you know you have nothing to be sorry for, you don’t need to apologize, and you have no reasons to believe you deserve that hatred. And if you receive that hatred, then just live with it, learn to take it and turn it into something better; don’t let their hatred harm you. And so long you don’t let it harm you, the only thing that that hatred is causing is to harm them alone.
Hatred kills both sides; don’t let it hurt you, and it’ll only kill one. It’s a bad thing, but it’s not you who’s attacking. It’s their own choice, and we can really do nothing about it except maybe expect them to learn sooner or later that hatred leads nowhere.
Be at peace, and the world around you will be.
As in about that other person, I’m sorry that this hatred and everything else has to get in the way of you two. There’s nothing sadder than this sort of thing; a sincere bond being attacked by exterior things. It makes me feel impotence and sadness, and I wish I could do something about it.
Just know that the people that are meant to be in your life are and will be there. I think that so long you two love each other in whatever way it may be, you have no reasons to be apart. And know that if you do lose contact one day, the stars bless not, losing contact with someone doesn’t mean you’ll lose it forever. People and situations can try to pull two people apart, but if their bond is meant to prevail, these two people will always return to each other, no matter how long it takes. It’s like magnets; people can try to pull them apart, but magnets have a force superior to that of the desire of destruction, and will come back to unite again.
It must suck that your only contact with this person has to be via phone, but look at it this way: at least, that way, when you meet with them in person, it will be a hundred times more special. It’s like living among eternal rain, and having one day with sun; you value it more than others that see the sun everyday. And I think that, as sad as it may be, it’s a very beautiful concept. Sad doesn’t haae to mean ugly; sad only means a different kind of beauty and a different kind of joy. Like this one. :)
Know that others don’t have any right to control your relationships; if you want to be with someone, be with them, no matter what others say or try to do. It doesn’t apply when the people around you are doing it because they sense poison out of this person, but I think it does apply to your case because, in your case, the poison comes from the people that get in the way, not in your special someone.
I think that the fact that you two fight for your friendship is very brave. I’m so proud to know you two are doing such a thing, despite the situations. Keep it up, buddy. You’re much more brave than you think you are, and I can easily sense it from an entire continent, or maybe more than one continent, and maybe an entire ocean apart :)
I don’t want to tell you what to do because I’m no expert, but you know what I would suggest? That you two keep your friendship subtle. Not secret, just subtle. There is nothing that the Poison people love more than wrecking things that make other people happy, and the bigger or more noticeable that the target is, the easier the Poison People have it to aim and hit. So I would suggest you are subtle on it; that way, it goes less noticed by the PP, and reduces risks of them trying to get in the way.
I’m also sorry that you had that argument with them. I insist on all I said before about you being a good person, because even if that doesn’t ease the sadness or impotence or anger from an argument, at least you’re keeping your soul clean; you’re being good, you have nothing to be sorry for, and you’re doing okay.
You’re not pulling me into a bad mood, buddy. You’re not bothering me, you’re not pulling me down, you’re not doing anything bad or wrong. I’m here to listen/read you anytime. Besides, what sort of friend would I be if I was there for you in the good times but not in the bad times? Nah mate, not my style.
No need to rush on anything, okay, buddy? Don’t you overstress. Things always work out in the end, sometimes not as we expect them to, but they work out. And if they don’t, you know you’ve got at least me for a hug. You may not have many friends, but the ones that you have treasure you like a gem. At least I do, so don’t you worry about not having many friends. It’s not about quantity as it is about quality, and the people that love you really do :)
*wraps you in one of coon’s blankets and pets you*
There there, buddy. I really don’t have much more to say except I’m sorry. I truly wish you could have as much as you deserve, or at least not have such things like hatred and such, the entire opposite to what you deserve. I really don’t understand the gods’ sense of humor. But that’s when I kick in to sit next to you. I can’t offer much advice, but I do have magical whiskers, magical rings on my tail, and virtual blankets and plush toys. If I can’t stop the rain, I can help you to feel as comfy and protected as possible to be in a nice shelter until the storm passes.
Thank you for dropping by to share this with me. It’s always very important to speak your mind when you need it, whether it’s happy or sad stuff, so I’m very happy to see that you’ve let this out. It’s dangerous to keep things bottled inside. I’m proud to see you let it out, it’s not easy!
You keep fighting for what you love, and you keep being the incredible person that you are. Don’t let the hatred hurt you, and if it does, always remember that you don’t deserve to be hit like that. Work not on your attacks, but in your defenses; thicken that shield, without hardening your heart. Stop the attacks, counterattack if needed, but never cause harm just for the sake of it.
You’re strong, buddy, and very brave, more, more, much more than you can see and more than you know. You’d be amazed if you saw yourself with the senses I see you with. So don’t let your guard down! You’re doing fantastically, and I’m very proud of you, alright, buddy?
Raccoon hugs for you, because if they don’t ease the pain, they can at least offer some company and comfort.
Stay safe, buddy! (ɔˆ⌣(ˆ⌣ˆc)
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“Be Mine” Negan x Reader
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Negan x Reader
Request: Ooo can you do a Negan x Reader where they always flirt but it doesn't go further. But one night they finally end up sleeping together. The reader realises she's pregnant and is terrified Negan will be angry and might reject or hurt her/the baby. So she runs away one night and when Negan realises she's gone he is very panicked and goes after her. He confronts her and she explains everything. Happy ending please!
Warnings: Negan. Language, implied smut, some angst and sadness, fluff
“Well, aren’t you looking hot as hell today?” Negan approaches you, winking as he holds Lucille in his hand. “Not surprised, though. Every time I come ‘round here, you’re looking fine as ever.”
There a dance that you and Negan were currently doing with each other. He would come to Alexandria every few days, taking people’s belongings and what not. At first, you hated him. You didn’t know the men that he killed very well (you weren’t originally part of Rick’s group- you were already in Alexandria when they arrived there) but it made it hard for you to like Negan at first, especially when he came afterwards and stole your weapons and possessions.
But now, something has changed. You don’t know how it happened, but one day you just starting flirting. He made it clear from the beginning that he was interested in you (he would always say how sexy you were, and that he liked your attitude) but one day you just started flirting back. He is an attractive man, after all.
You don’t know what you consider Negan. He’s technically in charge around here and your leader, and he still killed your friends. But, somehow, you’re growing to like him. You two flirt endlessly and he is actually nice to you, although you’re not sure if that’s just because he wants to get into your pants or not.
“Thank you,” you smile at him. “You look pretty good as well.”
“I don’t know why you’re still here, you know.” Negan points around, referring to Alexandria. “Come back to the Sanctuary with me. There’s always an opening for being my wife, only for you.”
“I’ll think about it.” You tease. Truth be told, you had no interest in joining him at the Sanctuary. Sure, you were harboring your crush on the man and would love nothing more than to be with him. But you know that he has multiple wives, and “love” isn’t a real thing with him.
This may be the apocalypse, but you don’t do relationships like that. You try and stay away from the player types, which is why you’ve denied his advances. Negan and you haven’t even kissed.
Flirting never hurt anybody, though.
“You’re breakin’ my heart, baby girl. You keep saying that but never come.” Negan frowns, walking closer and sitting down on your front porch beside you. He sets Lucille down on the ground, giving you his full attention.
“My life is here.” You say simply.
“Your life could be better there.” He makes a good point, but you don’t give in. “Well, shit, fine. If I can’t have you there, can I at least get some quality time with my favorite girl tonight?”
“Mhm, that I won’t say no to.” You say flirtily.
“I’ll even make you spaghetti, that’s how much I like you.”
“You like me now, huh?” You raise your eyebrow at him, and he rolls his eyes.
“Who wouldn’t like that pretty ass of yours?” Negan winks, gripping your butt lightly.
You can see people walking by your house, watching the two of you intently. You know they are all judging you harshly for your decision, but you don’t care. In your opinion, it was nobody’s business what you did (or who you did it with) but your own. If you want to get cozy with him, they have no right to say anything.
You go to get up from your front porch, earning a frown in response from Negan, who was still sitting beside you holding your ass in his hand.
“Let’s go inside.” You suggested. “It’s getting cold out here, anyways.”
“This because of the people walkin’ by and giving you dirty as shit looks? Because baby girl, trust me, I can take care of that real fucking quick.”
“No,” You smile at him. “I don’t care what they think.”
You walk inside your house with Negan, and he takes a seat on your brown couch. Despite his group taking most everyone else’s furniture, he left you with some of yours. You still had your couch, television, bed, and your kitchen table. You didn’t understand why he was being so nice you, even when all of his men were threatening to take everything from you, Negan didn’t let them.
You take a seat in the middle of the couch, only inches away from Negan. You look over at him, admiring the way he looks. His shaved beard was beginning to grow back, now creating a stubble, which was your favorite look on him. He was wearing his signature black leather jacket, along with his grey colored pants that were held up by a belt. His face is so handsome, you could look at him all day.
“If you wanna take a picture, I aint complaining.” He breaks your from your thoughts, raising his eyebrows at you.
“Uh,” You blush, embarrassed he caught you staring at him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. I don’t mind.” He licks his lips and glances down at yours.
“No?” You question, your heart racing. You want to kiss Negan, you can’t deny that. Your body and your heart are craving it, you feel like you need to kiss him, maybe more. But your mind is telling you differently- your mind is telling you to not do it, don’t go there. It’ll change everything, and you’ll have just become another woman to him. You don’t want to just be a friends with benefits situation with Negan, you want feelings.
Negan suddenly grabs your hips and lays you down onto the couch underneath him, his body pressing into you and his lips only inches away from your face.
“This is the only time I’m going to ask if you want this.” He whispers, eyes glued to your lips. “If you don’t, I’ll get up and we can act like this didn’t happen.”
You hesitate, biting your lip. You’re feeling very torn, not sure what to do. You really want him, but you’re afraid of the consequences.
“I want this.” You breathe out, letting your lust prevail.
-
It’s been about two months since you slept with Negan for the first time, and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself with him. You were worried at first that it might have only been a one night stand type of situation, but Negan once again proved himself different. He wasn’t exactly romantic and you knew that it was most likely purely sexual between you two, but you don’t mind anymore. He was good to you.
The sex was that good.
Everything was going well between you and Negan. He would come to Alexandria frequently just to see you, and everyone stopped bitching that you two were fucking. People were definitely still distant with you, but they stopped giving you dirty looks and sly comments about it. Negan was still trying to get you to move into the Sanctuary with him, becoming his wife, but you’re still denying his offer. That, for you, was getting in too deep. Besides, your feelings about being one wife of many haven’t changed.
A week ago, you began to feel sick for the first time since the outbreak. You had a pretty strong immune system, so getting sick was a once in a blue moon for you.
It came quickly, and out of nowhere. You were speaking to Rick one moment, discussing plans about Maggie’s pregnancy, and the next moment you were running into the house to throw up. This hasn’t stopped for the past week, and you began to question the cause of your sickness.
Which is how you’re in the situation you are currently in- locked up in your bathroom, your heart racing as you wait for the results of your pregnancy tests. If you are pregnant, you’re not sure what you’re going to do. You love children and you’ve always wanted a baby, but not in this circumstance. You’re almost positive that Negan wouldn’t want a child, especially not with you. You’re not even one of his wives, and you think that if he wanted a baby, he would have gotten one of them pregnant.
You’re almost sure of the result, but you needed to take the test anyways. You needed a confirmation. The wait feels like a lifetime, and you feel like you may pass out from anticipation.
“Shit.” You whisper, looking down at the results. All three of them say positive very prominently- no faint lines. You begin to cry softly, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Y/N, where you at? I’ve missed you.” You can hear Negan bellow from downstairs.
Shit, you forgot he was coming over tonight. Attempting to pull yourself together, you wipe the tears off your face and look into the mirror. Your face is red and your eyes are still watery, but after some deep breaths, you manage to look like maybe you just sneezed or something.
You grab the tests and their boxes and shove them into the deep into the trashcan where Negan won’t be able to find them, not unless he was really looking.
You exit the bathroom, trying to think of what to say to Negan. Should you tell him about your pregnancy? A part of you wants to tell him, the part of you that thinks that he may actually want the kid. But another part of you wants to not tell him, the fear of him rejecting the baby prevailing.
“Hey baby- oh, fuck, what’s wrong? Did someone fucking touch you? I will beat the ever living fuck out of anyone who touched-“
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” You fake smile. “I get allergies, been sneezing a lot.”
“Mm, alright. If I find out you’re lying…”
“I’m not. Do you want to come upstairs?” You offer, turning your shoulders to head back upstairs.
“You bet your ass I do, baby girl. I’ve been waiting for that tight pussy of yours all day.”
You decide at that very moment not to tell him. You’re nothing to Negan but a fuck buddy, you mean nothing to him. He’s going to reject this child. As you walk into your room with him, you start to come up with a plan and figure out how to go through with it.
The rest of the night goes as it usually does- you and Negan have sex, he lays in bed with you afterwards, sweet talking you and making you feel like the most special woman in the world. Negan falls asleep at some point, and you make your first step in your plan.
You slowly move Negan’s arm off of you, which was wrapped around your waist and holding you tightly. You are careful not to wake him up as you roll off the bed, tip toeing out the door as quietly as you can.
You take a deep breath once you shut the door closed behind you, leaning against the stained wood. Are you really going to go through with this?
Yes. Yes you are. It’s the only way you and your baby are going to be okay.
You walk into the hall closet and grab a bag out of there, shoving anything and everything you’ll need to get. You plan on going to Hilltop and into hiding with Maggie, hoping that they’ll accept you there. You’re not exactly everyone’s favorite person at the moment.
You exit through the back door of the house and set off on the journey to the Hilltop, which will probably take you all night if you don’t stop for rest.
People pass you on the street as you walk, but no one says anything to you. You hope that they’re just assuming you’re going to speak to Rick- anything but what you’re actually doing. Once you reach the place where you know Enid used to sneak over the gate, you make sure that no one is around when you climb over.
You look back at Alexandria one last time before you set off. You feel like you’re leaving an entire chapter of your life behind- the comfort of your home, feeling safe, not living in fear all the time. And the one main one- Negan.
A single tear falls down your face as you shake your head, turning around and leaving for good, not daring to look back.
You walk for a few hours before tiredness overcomes your body and forces you to stop. You walk off the side of the road and into the ditch beside it, keeping your gun and your knife right beside you just in case a walker decides to show up.
It doesn’t take long for you drift off into sleep, the exhaustion taking over.
-
You wake up to the sound of a truck driving down the road, making you jump up in fear. You recognize the truck as it nears- it’s Negan’s.
You grab your things and run into the woods, praying that he didn’t see you before you made it. You run a few feet, hoping that you’re hidden by the trees. You glance back into the road and see that the truck stopped.
“No no no,” You mumble to yourself. Negan saw you.
You dodge behind a tree once you hear someone running towards where you were. The tree was large enough to hide your body, but your breathing was loud, so you clamped your hand over your mouth to hopefully silence it.
“Y/N, I know you are out here.” Negan says, a tone in his voice that you’ve never heard before. You can’t exactly pinpoint what it is.
“Please. Please. I woke up and you were fucking gone. I saw the tests in the trash, Y/N. Is that why you left?” His voice cracks, and you gasp. He saw them?
Taking a deep breath, you move into view. Negan is standing there, a straight look on his face, but there is something different about his eyes.
“Are you pregnant?”
“It doesn’t matter.” You say shakily, tears threatening to fall again.
“What the fuck do you mean, it doesn’t matter? That’s my damn kid in there, and believe it or not, I actually fuckin’ care about you. It does matter.” Negan walks closer to you, but you take a step back.
“No, you’re just saying that because you know it’s what I want to hear. You’re good at manipulating people, Negan. You don’t care about me, and I know you certainly don’t care about this baby. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”
“Damn, you really think that low of me?” He stares you in the eyes, and all the sudden it clicks. He’s hurt. You hurt him.
Maybe you were wrong about him, after all.
“I don’t know what I think.” You shake your head.
“What I know is that you make me feel things none of my wives ever have. What I know is that you’re carrying my fucking child, and of course I want it. Wasn’t exactly in my plans, but gotta roll with it, right?” He smiles at you. “When I woke up and you weren’t there, I was fucking panicked. I almost beat the shit out of everyone there trying to find you.”
“How did you?”
“That don’t matter. What matters is, that I want you and I want this baby. Shit, I’ll send all my wives home, and you can come live in the Sanctuary with me. I know how you feel ‘bout that, but you’d be the only one. I promise, baby girl. Be my wife, my only wife.”
You hesitate to answer. He’s offering you everything you ever wanted, and yesterday, you would have jumped at this opportunity. You’d be his only wife, and he’s even saying that he has feelings for you, which is unheard of with Negan. But you’re just afraid.
Negan looks at you dead in your eyes. It’s obvious that he wants this.
“Yes, Negan.” You finally say. “I’ll be your wife.”
#sorry this took forever#negan#negan x reader#smut#fluff#angst#sad#the walking dead#the walking dead imagine#twd#twd fanfiction#twd imagine#fanfic#fanfiction#imagine#imagines#one shot#request#requested#rick grimes#maggie rhee#pregnant
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Fandom/Pairing: Fire Emblem - kent/lyn (sorta)
Summary: "Kent! Have you been hiding from me out here? I thought surely some beast had swallowed you whole or some evil foe had wiped you from this mortal plane!"
Notes: Just a short scene with Kent and Sain done as a writing warm-up. Dunno when it takes place. *vague gestures* Sometime.
"Oh sweet merciful Saint Elimine, save me from this sudden affliction! For I have been struck by a fever of love! I-- I believe it happened the moment my eyes fell upon your resplendent figure, my Lady! Tell me, my beatific angel, what do they call you?"
The young green-eyed woman regarded Sain with a very sour expression.
"Please leave me be."
"Alas-- if only it was so simple! But my sweet darling, I fear I shall never banish the sight of you from my mind, or my heart! You simply must grace me with the knowledge of your name--"
"She said to leave her be," a gruff voice answered, a man suddenly stepping from the crows beside the woman. Sain sized the man up, frosty eyes, crossed arms, wicked scar crawling up one bicep.
"My good sir, I meant no harm, I was only asking this lovely creature for her name--"
"Perhaps you'd first like to know my husband's name. This is Gerald."
Gerald glared daggers. Sain straightened up,
"Uulp! Ah, haha, husband! I-- I-- Gerald, well met! Um-- excuse me, I just recalled I have a prior engagement I must attend! Farewell!"
He squeaked and leapt quickly to one side of the crows of milling villagers and bounded away like a jackrabbit with a fox on its tail.
It was an intensely pleasant day in the small, charming Khathelet village, a spring rain having recently broken out into sunshine, the world smelling bright and crisp of flowers and petrichor. A bustling market day was taking place in the town's courtyard, the roads lined with vendors hawking wares of every shape, color and description. Crowds of people meandered about from not only the village itself but from several neighboring villages as well. Much of Eliwood's company had stopped to rest on their journey, expecting word back from the local Marquess in three day's time about some potential military aide. As it had followed a particularly long and grueling march, the brief respite was greatly welcomed among Eliwood's crew; most were either resting or enjoying the festive feel of the marketplace.
Of course, some were enjoying themselves more than others. Sain was having an especially difficult time that day. It seemed the local women were very prickly and unwelcoming to his magnanimous offers for company. It absolutely mystified him why that would be, but a Caelin knight was nothing if not persistent. He would simply need to keep trying. Although . . . it would probably do him well to be more mindful of lurking Geralds and the likes.
Yes. It would be prudent to have backup. Not that Sain needed help getting out of trouble! But . . . well, he'd already been slapped several times today and nearly roughed up by a few fellows, and Sain was sort of missing Kent's assistance. The other knight could be quite a stick in the mud, but he had a knack for spotting bad situations and Sain often relied upon the man's keen observational skills and excellent judge of character.
Kent had vanished into the crowds some time ago, when Sain lost track of him while an especially beautiful redhead had walked by. He really hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since, and that was a few hours ago by now. It took a lengthy search, but at long last, Sain prevailed. He spied the bright orange hair from the tall knight over the many heads of the crowds and worked his way over, finding his friend standing at a vendor's booth near the outer edge of the plaza.
"Kent! Have you been hiding from me out here? I thought surely some beast had swallowed you whole or some evil foe had wiped you from this mortal plane!"
Kent hummed a mild acknowledgement of Sain's existence but said no more than that. The knight was gazing contemplatively at a series of handsome bottles, corked and sealed in wax and wrapped in ornate fabric. His expression seemed to suggest this was the most grave decision he had to make of his life. But then again, Kent was always excessively serious about everything.
"Kent. Hello? You're going to strain yourself thinking that hard about a simple purchase."
The man blinked and seemed to shake himself from his daze, fully noticing Sain for the first time.
"Ah, Sain. I apologize. I was . . . merely pondering the quality of the vintage."
Sain picked up one of the bottles, which contained a deep red liquid.
"Bulgarian Spiced Wine? I thought you said you didn't care for spiced wines."
"I don't particularly. It, ah, it isn't for myself."
"Right, of course. Running errands for someone?"
Kent looked slightly embarrassed.
"No, I . . . it was just a thought that struck me. We needn't spend further time upon it, I am ready to depart."
"Wait, wait," Sain said, turning the bottle in his hand as he examined it,
"It's a gift then? Who's it for?" Sain grinned, "Somebody special, perhaps? A lucky girl who's won your affections? Oh!-- Is it Lady Lyndis?"
"Sain," Kent hissed tensely.
"It is, isn't it?"
The taller man clenched his jaw and replied,
"Certainly not in the uncouth manner you imply. I-- I simply-- Lady Lyndis has spoken often to me about how she misses her homeland of Sacae-- the sights, the smells, the tastes. These imports from Bulgar could not help but catch my eye. I thought perhaps she might appreciate a small piece of her homeland, however trivial it may be."
"Kent, that's a brilliant idea."
"It is a terrible idea."
Sain gestured with exasperation,
"Why?!"
The troubled knight looked at the vendor's booth with uncertainty.
"I fear others shall make the same mistaken assumptions you made just now. My intentions are nothing but pure, and yet . . . it would seem improper, would it not?"
Sain scoffed,
"If a vassal cannot give their honored liege a token of gratitude, I do not know what kind of world we live in."
Kent considered this.
"You are right, Sain. However, I must still take the perceptions of others into account--"
"Hey," a voice interrupted. A short, stout man on the other side of the vending booth had shuffled over.
"Are you going to buy something or what? You've been standing there half near forever and blocking the way for potential customers."
"I apologize, sir, we'll be on our way--"
"--yes! Yes, he will be buying this right here, good sir!" Sain said, waving the bottle of spiced wine about.
"Sain--"
"An excellent choice," the vendor beamed,
"The finest vintage from Bulgar yet. I have sampled it myself, and I promise you I know my wines."
"There, you see, Kent? The man knows his wines and says it to be the finest."
"With respect, I am sure that is true, but unfortunately I still cannot--"
"How much for it?"
"It'll be 20 gold pieces."
"Here you go," Sain said cheerfully, deftly snatching up the little cloth bag of coins from Kent's side and tossing them over to the vendor. Kent's eyes widened.
"Sain, you can't make purchases with my own gold without my consent--"
"If there's any extra, you can keep the change, my good man. Thank you so very kindly!"
"No, thank you! Blessings upon you both!"
"Same to you!" Sain called, pushing his protesting friend away from the booth and back out into the crowds.
"Sain, I had about 30 gold pieces in excess of that price," Kent grumbled.
"Oh, uh . . . heh. Whoops. Well, uh, at least you have this now!" Sain said, thrusting the bottle into Kent's hands.
"Yes," Kent said in a grim tone,
"But is that fact good fortune or folly?"
"You worry far too much, my friend," Sain said, putting an arm about his shoulder.
"I'm certain Lady Lyndis will love it. Trust your old buddy Sain."
Somehow this comment only served to set Kent more ill at ease.
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It’s about Valen-time
(Obligatory Valentine’s day post. Where I live it’s only 11:40pm, so it’s still a Valentine’s day post!)
Ivan sat in his cubicle, enjoying the vestiges of his remaining lunch break for the day. Even though it was the day before Valentine's day, Ivan was still in high spirits. Although he personally was very alone and never had anyone to spend the approaching holiday with, Ivan still found ways to enjoy himself. He was especially ready for “Discount Chocolate Day”, the day immediately after Valentine’s day. Also, he liked all of the cute decorations and bright colors that came with the holiday around his normally drab workplace, so he simply came to terms with being alone.
Valentine's landed near the beginning of the workweek this year and (the only reason being that his boss was a hopeless, gushing romantic) everyone was given the 14th of February off. Because of this, that meant that everyone was doing the typical workplace ‘celebrating’ this Monday.
Upon giving the workspace a quick look over, Ivan noticed at least three bouquets of flowers displayed around on various desks of his coworkers. There were an assortment of decorations about the office and even balloons; if Ivan didn’t know how eccentrically attached his boss was to Valentine's day, he might have been weirded out by the amount of dedication put into the decorations for such an unimportant holiday (Lord save him if his boss heard him say it was an unimportant holiday, however). Ivan looked over his shoulder and to the right to where his chatty workplace friend’s cubicle was and was surprised to see that his cubicle had a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates on them, too. “Does Alfred have a date for Valentine's?” Ivan thought to himself while looking over the heart shaped box of chocolates that laid of his coworker’s desk. Ivan’s eyes shifted to the beautiful bouquet of sunflowers placed neatly beside the chocolates and thought for a long moment. Perhaps Alfred did have a Valentine's date this year? Lucas, in fact had said to Alfred that Alfred was going to go on a date with his hand this Valentine's day? Ivan thought again for a moment longer, attempting to mull over the phrase before admitting defeat; American’s have weird ways of saying things almost everything. Ivan turned to his office computer and began typing: “What does it meant to have a date with your hand” before abruptly stopping himself as his noticed someone walking in his direction and closed the window he had open, telling himself that if he remembered, he would have to look it up when he got home.
When the coworker passed, offering a greeting, Ivan was surprised to see another of his coworkers, Lucas, emerge from the break room; not surprised by Lucas himself, but by the lavish bouquet of flowers and chocolate box that the man was toting. They were both so luxurious and expensive looking that Ivan couldn't help but stare; if Lucas was trying to leave a lasting impression on his Valentine, it would work, Ivan was sure. The box of chocolates was easily larger than the man’s face and the bouquet of flowers was only just small enough for Lucas to be able to hold the bouquet in one hand. It must have cost him at least 50 dollars Ivan mused.
“Hey Ivaaaan.” Lucas said in a sing song voice as he approached, causing the Russian to quickly snap his gaze from presents to the man’s face. “Uh... yes?” Ivan wondered
“I have something really really important to ask you on his special day, Mr. Braginskiiii~.” Lucas hummed, waving the bouquet of flowers gently with assumed purpose.
“Ask me...?” Ivan wondered aloud. He scanned the America’s face for any hint of what the question was before his eyes went wide. Was Lucas... was Lucas going to ask Ivan to be his Valentine?
Ivan felt his heart stop in his chest; never in his whole life had anything even remotely similar to this happened to him. These gifts were for him? Someone was confessing to him the day before the most romantic holiday of the year? He felt his face preemptively begin to flush because of the sudden onslaught of lovey-dovey thoughts his brain was suddenly supplying to him all while ridiculously bubbly feelings welled up in the Russian’s chest. Now he would have someone to spend holidays with? He would have someone to do things with? Hold hands? Go on dates? Ivan felt as if he was going to cry he was so happy.
By the time that Lucas had made it to Ivan’s desk, the Russian’s mouth had already dried itself to desert conditions and Ivan could hardly string a logical thought together in Russian let alone a logical sentence in English. Up close the flowers and candies looked even more extravagant than they had before and these were for him?
“Ivan,” The Russian heard Lucas begin, making the man snap his attentions back to the man’s face. Lucas gave him a smile once he had Ivan’s undivided attention, “Ivan will you beeeee--” Lucas added, seemingly with deliberate slowness to his question, but Ivan already knew the question and was more than happy to begin developing a reply. “Yes please...” Ivan had began to form with his lips while slowly outstretching hands to hold the first romantically involved Valentine's day gift that he would ever receive.
“--So kind as to give these to you older sister?” Lucas asked, his grin never falling from his face. “See, I wanted to give these to her but she’s feeling sick today ain’t she?” he asked despite knowing the answer, taking Ivan’s outstretched hands as an invitation to plant the gifts into the Russian’s grasp.
Ivan let out a quiet gasp, jarred by the sudden derailing of what he thought was going to be one of the best moments of his life. Ivan was so jarred, in fact, that he missed the devilish smirk that played across Lucas’s lips upon noticing the Russian’s shocked state. “My... my sister?” Ivan muttered, barely audible, “These are...for my sister?”
Lucas let out a laugh, “What, did you think that they were for you?” Lucas let out another laugh, as if it was the most ludicrous idea that he’d ever heard.
Ivan’s breath caught in his throat, “I...” he began “Of.. of course they are for my sister...” he practically whispered. Ivan felt his heart sink in his chest and his cheeks blazed with mortified embarrassment. “...Because who else would they be for?” The crestfallen Russian asked, looking at the gifts with increasing scorn. Ivan stared at the flowers, wondering why on Earth he had gotten his hopes up so high in the first place. What was this? A Romance novel? People just don’t suddenly ask you out in such a sappy way. How could he have even thought for a moment that these were going to be for him? Ivan knew no one thought that he was charming or entertaining; just hours ago Ivan had reminded himself that he was probably going to be alone for the rest of his life and what was the first thing he did when he saw that someone might love him? He fell head over heels almost instantly at the mere prospect of having someone that loves him. And what did that get him? It got him holding onto someone else’s gifts. Ivan felt like he was going to cry for an all too different reason.
While Ivan continued to berate himself, he neglected to hear the sudden, rushed stomping of footsteps nearing his cubicle. Ivan was only brought out of his spree of self deprecation when he heard he someone shout from right in front of him.
“Whaddaya think you’re doing, Lucas?!” Ivan heard Alfred yell. Ivan brought his eyes up from the chocolates and saw the American shove Lucas aggressively. Lucas began making a retort, but Alfred cut him off once he’d heard enough. “Don’t give me that crap, Lucas! I heard you say to your stupid buddies: ‘hey watch me go mess with the Russian guy’!” Alfred pushed Lucas again, harder, “Fuck off, Lucas!”
Lucas sputtered, shocked at having obviously been caught by the other. But, despite the evidence that Alfred was holding against him, Lucas persisted in trying to maintain his innocence, claiming that he really had given them to him to give to his sister because they live together. This, however, was much to the extreme distaste of the blonde before him.
“You were clearly teasing and making from of him! His sister’d never even look at ya if she knew you were bullying him and trust me I would make it quite vocal.” Alfred scolded then huffed and continued as Lucas had nothing to say in response “What? Do I gotta put into poem format for you to get it on this Valentine's day holiday? Well, here ya go!” Alfred huffed angrily, before continuing. “Ya got roses of red ‘n chocolates ta chew
The sugar is sweet, but definitely not you.
Your chocolate’s disgusting and your roses look dead.
The sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head!”
By the end of Alfred’s impromptu slam poem, the American was glaring daggers at the belligerent Lucas. Ivan looked up at the blonde American; he’d never seen him this angry before.
“Get!” Alfred shouted after having scooped the flowers and chocolates from Ivan’s hand and shoving them into Lucas’s grasp once more, “And take you shitty gift with you!”
Upon this, Lucas let out a hostile grunt, glared between the two of them, turned on his heel and stomped down the hall. Alfred nodded, assuring that justice had prevailed before turning towards the bullied Russian and adopting a frown.
“Hey, man you okay?” he asked gently, looking over the poor man.
Ivan blinked and looked to the blonde before him, “A-Ah, yes.” he replied, nodding quickly. Alfred smiled softly at him and was surprised to see that Ivan was returning his smile with a small one of his own. “Nice...” Ivan chortles softly “Nice poem you made up there.” he said softly.
“Hah, you think? That was an Alfred Jones original!” Alfred boasted, eliciting a soft chuckle from the Russian which bolstered the American’s confidence.
“Thank you for coming...” Ivan murmured, looking down at his lap from the American. After a moment of not getting a reply from the other, Ivan began voicing his thanks again, but was stunned into a silence when he looked up and practically got a faceful of sunflowers.
Alfred gasped, “Oh gosh, sorry!” Alfred apologized quickly, moving the bouquet out of the Russian’s face, giving the stunned man a sheepish smile and quickly moved along as if the incident hadn’t happened. “Heeere I am!” He said, giving Ivan a huge grin and gestured with the bouquet of sunflowers and box of chocolates “Now, what are your other two wishes?” He asked, his grin only growing wider by the second.
Ivan looked at the other for a long, confused moment before bursting into a quiet giggle, “You’re a genie?”
“Yep!” Alfred said quickly, “Here to... uh here..” Alfred looked down, his face scrunching up momentarily; it wasn’t very hard for Ivan to put together that Alfred had planned this out and was, currently, forgetting his ‘lines’. “Aaaw shoot,” Alfred said, looking up and giving Ivan an embarrassed smile, “I, I had this planned out better this mornin’.” Alfred sighed.
Ivan smiled softly, “Those... those are for me? This isn’t some mean.. joke?” he asked, worry lacing his voice.
Alfred blinked “No! They’re totally for you! See see see?” Alfred asked, shifting his grasp on the gifts and displaying a tag with Ivan’s name on it “Totally for you!” he added, giving a shining smile to the Russian. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for sooooo crazy long!” Alfred began exasperatedly, “I seriously thought that you sister was your girlfriend so I was super sad that I couldn’t ask you out so I was really really excited when I found out that they was actually your sister so then I figured that I could ask you out and I thought of all that stuff and I reckoned that Valentine's day would be the easiest day to ask you out and-- Oh no, what’s wrong?” Alfred asked worriedly, cutting off his long run-on sentence as he noticed that tears were running down the Russian’s face.
“N-No one has ever liked me before.” He whispered, wiping quickly at his eyes. “Y-You really are magic.” he blubbered slightly. At this, Alfred pulled him into a hug, the petals of the flowers brushing against Ivan’s neck.
“Heey well I’ll like you every single day.” The blonde promised, squeezing the Russian in the continuing hug, “Soooo will you be my Valentine, Ivan? Iiiii got lots of more stuff planned.”
“Y-Yes.” Ivan said immediately while wiping at his eyes as they ended their embrace.
“Oh yeah? That’s good. Cuz you know what’s on the menu for tomorrow? Me-‘n-u.” Alfred said, tapping his own chest before poking Ivan in the shoulder, eliciting another laugh from the Russian. “Mmm, you like those one liners?” Alfred hummed in amusement, “I gotta million of ‘em!” He announced, watching fondly as Ivan cradled the bouquet of flowers in his arms. “So I’ll pick you up tomorrow night, mmk?” He asked, “We’ll have a great time!” Alfred chirped, placing his hands triumphantly on his hips. Ivan nodded, anticipating the date he had with excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time.
The evening of their date came in the blink of an eye and their date seemed to fly by even faster. They stood at the doorstep to Ivan’s apartment, after Alfred had insisted on walking him home
“This was really great!” Alfred sand happily, “But, I have this problem with forgetting super awesome things real quick, soooo we gotta do this again real soon so I remember how great it was!” He added with a flourish, obviously proud of himself.
Ivan chuckled, shaking his head, “It’s been one after the other with those one liners all night, Alfred.”
“Cuz you love ‘em!” Alfred chimed happily, rocking on his heels, swinging their intertwined hands together. “And you know what else I love?” Alfred continued while Ivan shook his head
“What?”
“You~.” He said, causing a blush to erupt on the other man’s face.
“I-I,” Ivan sputtered. “Y-y-you’re, you’re a silly American.” he said, removing his hand from Alfred’s to open the door to his apartment.
Alfred hummed in amusement “Ooh okay; so that’s how you say I love you in Russian?” Alfred grinned and Ivan blushed darker.
“Y-You’re a silly American.” Ivan repeated after swooping in quick to peck Alfred on the lips and moved quickly into the safety of his apartment before closing the door, leaving the blonde to stand stunned and delighted at Ivan’s doorstep.
“I love you toooooo!” Alfred sang to Ivan through the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He added happily.
Ivan leaned against the front door on the inside of his apartment, face scalding red and hand clenched over his rapidly hammering heart. “I love you too,” Ivan whispered softly, a wide smile growing and spreading along his face, “I love you too.”
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Episode #11: "okay so heres the tea mawmaw henny... anyways" - Bryce
I guess i wasnt right to be paranoid but doesnt feel good knowing your name was used as a fake target. I really want to win the next immunity but idk. Hopefully i can do well.
nick tried super hard that tribal i got a tiny bit nervous but i'm glad that things seem to be going pretty well and working themselves out with nathan brian and sharky but i feel like nathan's gonna be pretty upset with me after the season :(
Welp I blew another challenge. Good times. Hopefully Nathan won't win because I want him out next. Ideal boot order for me going forward is Nathan, Bryce, Maynor, Matt, Anna. So we'll see how this challenge shakes out and then I can create some beautiful mastermind plot to send his ass home. Tbh he's just gotten too shady. It seems like every round it gets back to me that Nathan has been working some plan that he never told me about. And Nick was always the leak so with him gone Idk how I can trust Nathan anymore. But I feel solid with The FB Bois and with Brian's steal a vote in his pocket we should be able to control the majority from here on out. There's a lot of "hopefully"s in my head right now.
The challenge didn't go so well because I was sleep deprived and reaction time was slow. I don't think Im going to win. It is crazy though that it is the Final 7 already. Im closely working with Nathan in this game. I would totally go to the end with him. This is where we can make a move to keep the majority. Nathan says he is able to get Annabelle's vote and I think I can get Bryce's vote which means that's 4 and enough to send either Matt, Sharky, or Brian home. It sucks cuz I'm also working with Sharky and Brian but both haven't really talked game game to me. They have told me the vote but not really strategy talk. So I feel like I rather side with Nathan, who actually talks to me about strategy. We have to wait and see who wins immunity to really make a plan for tribal.
i really wanted to uh win immunity but JKFASKJ guess thats never gonna happen. i was like how can anyone flop at this simon says game and well. love simon outsold... i want to get annabelle out this round but now it can be hard without the blanket of protection that immunity brings what if it backfires. we still have brians steal a vote tho so thats 3 votes and we'd only need one more barring another idol. speaking of idols i still have NOTHING.
Okay now I'm starting to feel a little guilty. Nathan just came to me stressing. He's never made it this far and he feels like he's so close but he's feeling the pressure to build his resume. I get all of those feelings. And I know if I'm the one to betray him and ruin his streak I stand no chance of getting his jury vote. I'm feeling so conflicted. Nathan is a threat and I can't trust him. But I finally understand why he's been such a mess throughout the merge. What do I do?
So remember how I said I felt bad for Nathan? OVER IT. So I wanted to vote him out this go around. But then I was unsure. And I told him it would be easiest to just vote Bryce. AND HE TOLD BRYCE. I'm over it. he's doing literally too much. He's never made it this far and it shows. Like scrambling and betraying your allies who had your back and EVEN FORGAVE YOU WHEN YOU LIED TO US. Like It's not cute.
ok so heres the tea mawmaw henny. ... anyways i um love stream of consciousness writing NNN so sharky doesnt trust me and wants me out but like everyone tells me why doesnt he trust me ive been nothing but honest anyways gays cant be trusted. but maynor sharky and anna wanna vote matt. and matt wants to vote maynor/anna and i wanna vote anna with brian so idk im just scared that if we use brians vote steal we'll be in danger at f6 maybe voting matt is smarter like if they just voted sharky id be down but i dont want to go into f6 with sharky AND nathan/anna
So I forgot to vote last round before I literally passed the fuck out after work... how sad! Nick still did go, just like I had worked on... But I'm OK again because I won immunity //again// (a physical threat...) so therefore I'm safe for yet another round. It's worrying because if I ever lose I become a huge target for the vote, and I think this round is very risky bisky.... but it'll also finally draw the final lines in the sand with people I want to go to the end with.
I've decided that Nathan's messiness and choice in allies is what strays me away from him. I love Annabelle, but her relationship with Sharky is what deters me from going further with her. I like Maynor, but his sketchiness during every tribal is what deters me from going further with him. If Nathan got over his obsession with voting for Matt... Every. Single. Round... then maybe I'd feel better about this all. If he threw out Sharky, then whew, let's do it! Nathan is one of my favorite people ever, and he's so enjoyable to talk to... his big ass heart is what's making me feel so fucking bad about this decision, but I think it's what's best for me.
At the moment, I'm seeing a very iffy chance at winning come final tribal time, but I still have a fighting spirit to get there and to dominate final tribal. I'm just worried about losing all respect from people like Nathan, Sharky, and Annabelle when I vote them out. I know it's very plausible, so I have to start planning around that. I have to be able to manage talking about a dominating game and also owning up to being shitty from time to time.
Ideally, I'll be sitting in final 4 with Bryce, Matt, and someone else (it's between Maynor and Nathan/Annabelle). I know Sharky has to go, but I also have to be ready to work around him making finals with me. Final 3 situation ideally would be with Matt and Bryce and then final 2 with whomever I see it easier to beat. And that's all the tea I have for now.
To have tied in the immunity record and also be confirmed top 6... I'm so proud of myself and what I have done given all the time restraints I've had in this game so far. It's impressive, if I do say so myself. I really hope I can make people proud of me... and even if I go in 6th, I know I did the damnest fucking thing and fought my ass off.
Annajane, Matty, Jack, Jones, and Drew..., thank you for believing in me enough to cast me for this season. I hope I don't let you guys down and haven't yet.
Marie, I hope I'm making you proud by still being here!! I'm trying really hard every day to ensure one of us could do the damn thing.
Zacky, Tobi, Loris, Scott, Justin... and to really anyone out there rooting for me... thank you! I may not know everyone who is rooting for me, but I really appreciate any support you've given me this season!!
So I think this vote might be the breaking point for me and Annabelle. If we're really coming after Nathan I can't tell her. I also told her that Matt's idol was the merge idol which isn't true. But the fact that she asked makes me think she doesn't know another idol is out there. Which is a great sign. I feel bad but I'm worried if she has to choose between me and Nathan she may choose Nathan. Ugh
God I am SO over these people! Like i seem to be the perpetual target every single round! And it is quite demoralising tbh. I seem to be the easy target cause Brian has immunity and Sharky has got close with Annabelle. and we 3 are a "trio!!!" who apparently need breaking up, even though nathan really needs to like fuck off out of here. I appreciate how hard the man is playing but he's just coming off as a dick now. As he has said, he wants to basically be fuck buddies with Brian to the end, which is not a cute look for him, riding Brians coat tails to the end where he will clearly be beaten. I am just SO over it. At least I _should_ be safe (and should is the correct term here) cause we will have bryce with us hopefully going into this vote but if i leave, i leave. I just want these people gone so I can have a stress free game for ONCE. Like please just fuck off out of here and LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.
ok so idk whats going to happen sharky threw my name out but now says he didnt and since i want him to vote with me i just say oh ya ofc i believe u. like i want anna out but sharky/matt wants nathan and maynor/anna/nathan want matt. what about what *i* want...
Today is the day where Nathan and I take majority with Bryce and Annabelle anf get rid of Matt or our plans come crashing down in flames. Either way we are making a move. I just hope we prevail and things go our way and our plan doesnt leak.
brian is amazing i need another immunity win so we can just have ari stans only winning immunities. i'm nervous because like this tribal is like anyone can really go the next few rounds but i feel like people still don't think i'm a threat but idk we'll see this game is really like i'm not sure.
So now Matt is pitching Maynor because we couldn't choose between Anna and Nathan. But they still want to keep it a secret. And that's a terrible idea. We're going to do all this lying and plotting and then vote out the smallest threat. That's a wasted opportunity. I could get behind voting for Maynor but I'm not going to lie to Anna to do it. Plus they want to do it for fear of advantages but like...if Anna or Nathan have anything they'll definitely use it at F6 if we lie to them about the vote. We're overcomplicating this.
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ok so like im gone.. idk its so hard to know whos telling the truth. what if sharky leaks to anna i want her out. like anna/maynor/nathan SHOULD be doing matt which means that like as long as me and brian vote together ill at most have 2 votes against me so maybe 3-2-2 but i really trust matt so i feel like he'll vote with us. i really dont wanna vote nathan out when anna is still here... bc she'll go to sharky so quick and take maynor with her. im trying to think of damage control if things do go bad ill just have to tell nathan i wanted anna out bc i thought he was closer to her than me and then maynor idk what to say NNNN... also sharky made an alliance with me matt brian and him but didnt tell me before hand lol love that.. i feel like the abi maria of the season idk why... or like the gabby who doesnt get her way AJSDHFKJA so sad... anyway im a goner :(
It looks like Brian, Matt, and Sharky are voting Bryce. While they think Bryce will vote Sharky. Me, Nathan, Annabelle, and Bryce are doing Matt which will suprise them. I think imma have to do lots of damage control with Brian and Sharky cuz last time I voted differently than they did, Sharky was fine since it wasnt him but Brian was made he was lied to. So like oopsie. But hey its the game of survivor and sometimes you have to lie who ur voting for.
Okay so...I amde a questionable choice...a VERY questionable choice. I told Annabelle everything (almost). She came to me and confessed the Matt plan because she didn't want me to be blindsided. Which verified all me feeling about fighting to save her. So I told her the truth (almost). I said Bryce leaked all of that info to us. I told her the 4 of us came together. I didn't tell her we named it the Fajita Fellas. That's just for us. But then I told her that I had protected her and got the vote on Maynor. Now if there is an idol played it will be on Maynor and Nathan will still go home. I'll send her a PM during the voting and be like SOS it's switching to Nathan. That way I cover my ass. Now I'm just trying to calm Brian down because he is ANXIOUS. Can people just chill out
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Nathan is voted out 4-3.
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