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formula1neverleft · 3 years ago

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Shameless - Arthur Leclerc

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x Fem!reader

Summary: Your tinder date is alright. His roommate is just better.

Warnings: smut, swearing, me refusing to write anything other than the -we shouldn’t be doing this- trope :))

Words: 4.5k words of breaking bro code

Author’s note: not my best work but I just had to get this man out of my system.Took some creative liberties to make it a college!AU so let’s just pretend that makes sense lmao. Also my French is doubtful at best so if you are a native french speaker and catch me writing absolute nonsense no you didn’t :)) Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx

You had told yourself it would never come to this.

When your best friend first brought up the idea of downloading a dating app, you almost choked on the wine you had been drinking. During a night out she had been telling you non stop how you were too picky when it came to men, and that you just had to ‘put yourself out there’, whatever that meant.

You wouldn’t say ‘picky’ was the right word exactly, more that for you there was a difference between finding a guy-good looking or nice, and actually being attracted to them.

The idea of having to advertise yourself only for a guy to decide within approximately seven seconds if you had potential or not, made you cringe internally. But that was months ago, and you had to admit that between school and serving overpriced lattes to other students in the on-campus coffee shop, you had gotten bored…and lonely.

Bored and lonely enough to download Tinder after tossing and turning in your bed for over an hour. Without thinking about it too much, you threw some pictures of yourself onto your profile and got to work. In the dark of your room, your phone screen the only source of light, it was easy to get over the initial embarrassment of it all and just give it a shot.

After a while, you had gotten a few matches, but had absolutely no idea how to start a conversation on here to save your life, so instead you opted for putting your phone down and trying to sleep once again, the monotone action of swiping left or right having made you just the right amount of tired.

The next morning as you got ready for class, you had received a message from one of the tinder guys.

New message from Oscar:

Hey, Y/N :) how’r you doing?

He was cute, and looked like a nice enough guy. You remembered he had some pictures in racing attire, and that made him seem slightly more interesting. At the very least it gave you a conversation starter if you were to go out. You replied to him as you made your way out of the apartment, and continued to message back and forth the rest of the day.

After about a week of sporadically messaging Oscar, he offered to take you out next friday. He hadn’t made a huge impression, but to be honest neither had you, texting had never really been your thing, so perhaps meeting up would give you an idea if this was something to pursue or not. You accepted, and you agreed on dinner and a movie at his place, being that his roommate would be out that day.

You really hoped you weren’t gonna regret this.

The walk to Oscar’s apartment was cold and miserable, the rain promptly undoing the effort you had put into your hair earlier. When you arrived outside his building, you caught a glimpse of yourself in one of the windows and quickly tried your best to make yourself look presentable again before ringing the bell that had ‘Piastri/ Leclerc’ written on it, the last few letters were smushed together to make it fit on the small line of paper, making you chuckle slightly.

Oscar opened the door and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as he showed you up to his apartment on the third floor. It was clearly inhabited by two college boys, the questionable interior design choices and posters that littered the wall a dead give away. You could tell he had put in effort though, it was tidy and the small table in the middle of the room had been set nicely.

“Uhm, I’d show you around but, this is kind of it” Oscar said as he scratched the back of his head.

“It’s nice actually, way bigger than the shoebox me and my roommate live in” you chuckled as you placed your jacket over your chair. Oscar quickly moved to pull out your chair for you.

“wow, a true gentleman, huh?” you smirked as you took your seat.

“Yeah, I try, I haven't been on a date in ages so I’m, uh, trying my best. I made us pizza if that’s alright with you. I was going to ask you what you wanted but It’s kind of the only thing i know how to make, so”

The dinner went by fast and luckily without any awkward silences. Oscar told you the full story about why he was studying here as an Australian.

“I’ve always wanted to be a professional driver, but my parents want me to have a ‘back-up’ plan in case that doesn’t work out, so I decided to study here while training in Europe, that’s how I met Arthur, he was in the same boat as me” he explained before taking another bite of his food.

“Your roommate, right? Is he also from Australia?” you asked.

“Oh god no, pretty sure he wouldn’t last a day out there. Not really a bug person ya know. He’s from Monaco. Basically means he’s french but not really”

When the two of you finished your food, you helped Oscar with cleaning the table despite his protests, and just as you were about to ask what movie he wanted to watch, the sound of keys rattling and the door opening took both of you by surprise.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” Oscar muttered as he ran a hand through his hair.

You were soon greeted by a blonde boy standing in the middle of the room, looking at you like a deer in headlights.

“Arthur, mate, what are you doing here? Thought you’d be out?” Oscar spoke as he approached the boy. So this was the roommate he’d been talking about.

“Yes I was, but now I am back. You did not say how long I needed to be gone. I cannot study any longer than I already have” Arthur said as he raised his hands in defense, a thick french accent lacing his words. Oscar looked dejected, and slightly panicked as he turned back around to face you.

“Sorry, Y/N, I had no idea he’d be here, maybe we can go to the cinema if you don’t wanna watch a movie here or-”

“Oscar, you have still not introduced me to the girl, this is impolite, no” Arthur gave Oscar a pat on the back as he stepped closer.

“Y/N, Arthur, my roommate. Arthur, this is Y/N”

You smiled politely towards the boy, slightly taken aback when he closed the space between you to take your hand and placed a quick kiss on the top of it.

“Bonjour, Y/N” Arthur replied with a smile of his own, and for a few seconds both you and Oscar were too stunned to speak. His smile was genuine and sweet, and you found the gesture more endearing than anything. You had barely managed to mutter a quiet ‘nice to meet you’ when Arthur dropped your hand and disappeared in one of the rooms. Oscar approached you with an apologetic look in his face.

“Yeah, I told you he’s French,” he joked as he tried to regain his composure.

“But seriously, we can head out if you want-”

“No, it’s okay. We can watch it here” you interrupted him, you would rather spend the rest of your date here so you could get to know Oscar a little better, rather than the forced silence that accompanied the cinema.

Oscar looked somewhat surprised by your answer, but accepted it anyway and invited you to sit down on the small L- shaped sofa in the corner of the room. After a short debate you had convinced him to watch Pride and Prejudice, but it took you less than twenty minutes to realize he was trying really hard to pretend to like it. The movie served more as background noise anyway as you continued to chat about the typical first date topics, mostly school and hobbies. During the conversation, Oscar rested his arm on the back of the sofa towards you, a classic move that made you hold back a smile. After about an hour, you had focused back on the movie for a while, only to realize Oscar had somehow fallen asleep in the last ten minutes, his head slumped into his own shoulder as his chest raised rhythmically.

Great job Y/N, maybe go for a comedy next time, you thought to yourself as you awkwardly shifted on the sofa, not wanting to wake him but not exactly knowing what to do either. You eventually settled on letting the movie finish and hope by then he would wake up on his own accord, until the sound of a door opening made you turn your attention away from the film once again.

“Oscar I promise I will leave, I'm just thirsty” Arthur was already rambling until the sight of you next to Oscar’s sleeping frame made him stop in his tracks.

“Oh no, mate…” Arthur said with a disapproving look on his face, “This is why I tell him to stop studying until two in the morning, it just messes up the sleep schedule”

“I should probably let him sleep then, huh?” you wondered out loud.

“Maybe that is a good idea, yes”

A few seconds of silence passed between the two of you, Arthur was staring at you, taking you in, and you shifted under his gaze, feeling exposed somehow.

“Did he even offer you a drink?” Arthur said as he walked towards the fridge to examine his options. “Ok, so we have…water and beer, maybe that is why Oscar did not offer you anything”

You stood up from the couch as you were careful not to wake Oscar.

“Actually I’m gonna head home, It’s getting late and I have work in the morning, so-”

“Okay, I will walk you home then, let me get my jacket”

“No! No, you don’t have to do that” you protested, but he had already disappeared back into his room and came out soon after. You quickly scribbled a note for Oscar so he wouldn’t think you were rude just leaving without a goodbye.

Thanks for the pizza and the company

Get some more sleep next time ;)

(and I’ll choose a better film)

xx Y/N

You placed the note on the sofa next to Oscar and turned around to see Arthur grab two beer bottles and store them in his jacket pockets. You grinned in response as he looked at you, caught in the act.

“One for the road, no?” he smiled and gave you a wink as he held the door open for you. This night had not at all ended up the way you’d expected it to, but you weren’t complaining.

The walk back to your apartment seemed to be significantly shorter than it had been earlier that night, as you and Arthur joked around while drinking the beers he had brought along. He spoke about Monaco, about racing and about his family, and you thought to yourself you could listen to him speak for hours if he’d let you. There is nothing quite like seeing someone's eyes light up when they talk about things they are passionate about. On a few occasions, he made you laugh so hard tears pooled at the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time somebody had made you feel this way, like life suddenly wasn’t as scary and serious as it seemed sometimes. It felt like you’d known him for years.

You thought to yourself how Oscar hadn’t really left the same impression on you tonight, but he was clearly tired and not expecting his roommate to show up, so he deserved a second chance at least.

Before you knew it, you arrived in front of your building and turned to face Arthur. His eyes were boring into you again, always making eye contact but not in a creepy way, more like an…intense way. It was kind of nice, knowing he was intrigued by you and not just walking you back because he felt like he had no other choice. You found yourself not wanting to say goodbye to the blonde boy in front of you, but you couldn’t really go there, right? How would you explain that to Oscar?

Thanks for cooking for me, but your roommate is hot and funny and you fell asleep so can you blame me?

Not exactly the best impression to leave after a first date. You wondered if it had been Arthur that had been your Tinder match, how different the night would have been. As you were contemplating this, you were still facing each other in silence.

“I really want to kiss you right now”

Arthur’s words felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over you, and you thought for a few seconds you had just imagined him saying it, but as he stood there before you, those beautiful eyes still firmly fixed on yours and full of anticipation, your body made the decision for you as you nodded your head.

You caught a glimpse of his serious expression breaking into a smile once again as he leaned in, lips just barely grazing your own before he really kissed you. Your lips moved together as one of his hands found the back of your neck. You were so wrapped up in him it felt like you were the only two people on the planet. The kiss turned more heated as Arthur slipped his tongue into your mouth, working expertly against your own as his free hand drew you in closer by your waist.

God, you had never been kissed like this before.

The sound of a phone ringing brought you back to reality as Arthur broke the kiss and quickly reached in his pockets for his phone, face falling slightly as he looked at the screen.

“Um, I think Oscar woke up, I should, uhm…probably head back” he said hesitantly.

The reality of the situation had well and truly set in now and you suddenly felt guilty, even though Oscar was far from your boyfriend, it still felt like you’d done something wrong.

“Ofcourse, yeah, you should go…thanks for walking me home”

Shit, it was awkward now. You shouldn’t have fucking kissed him. What else were you supposed to say? Say hi to Oscar for me? Not exactly the best thing to say given the predicament you were in.

“I will see you around, Y/N” Arthur spoke with a smirk as he walked backwards, keeping his gaze on you for a while before turning around and breaking into a small jog back around the corner.

As you dropped down on your bed, your brain was working overtime trying to process the night you’d had. It had taken you exactly one tinder date to make a mess out of everything, fantastic.

Just as you hoped you would fall asleep, the sound of your phone pining made you pirk up again, and curiosity got the better of you as you took it from the nightstand to see 3 notifications.

2 New messages from Oscar

Sorry for falling asleep on you, remind me to never first date so close to finals week ever again

I had a great time, hope you’re up for a second date soon?

But it was the third notification that really made your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

Arthur_Leclerc requested to follow you on Instagram

You sighed as you threw the phone haphazardly on your bed, suddenly wide awake again.

Shit.

Two days.

It had been two days since the tinder date fiasco, and Oscar’s message remained unanswered in your inbox. You didn’t have a clue what to say to him, and lying seemed just as bad as telling him the truth, so you took the easy way out and said nothing.

You’d accepted Arthur’s follow request and followed him back the morning after, but hadn’t had the guts to send him anything either. Guess you were back to square one then. Alone.

The heavy doors of the library creacked in protest as you pushed through them, and immediately you took in the comfortable silence of the big study hall, only interrupted here and there by squeaking shoes or a student coughing. In between all of this, you had almost forgotten that you desperately needed to study for finals, so you decided to head to the library and hopefully focus on school instead.

It seemed to work, but just as you were about to start the conclusion to the essay that had been giving you a headache for weeks now, a hand on your shoulder made you jump. The sound of surprise that you let out made a few students glance up from their books to see what the commotion was about, but you had no time to apologize because Arthur was standing there, so close to you that you had just about forgotten how to function properly. He took a seat next to you as you quickly removed your headphones.

“Hi” he smiled, leaning one arm over the back of his chair as he gave you that signature look again.

Hi? This boy had been the reason for your lack of sleep for two days straight and all he says is…hi?

“How is the studying going?” he asks casually. Okay, had he just forgotten what went down the other day?

“Arthur, we should, uhm…talk. About the other night you know” you whispered as you took a quick look around, afraid somebody would overhear you.

“Okay, talk about what exactly?” he challenged you, smirking.

“You kissed me”

“and you wanted me to, no?” he replied quickly. He was playing games and you knew it, so you decided to play along.

“Okay, so maybe I did. You’re talking big game for somebody who was too scared to message me afterwards”

You were bluffing, obviously, pretending like you’d been waiting for him to make the next move when you were just as scared as he was.

“Okay…what would you have wanted me to write?” he retorts, still seeming as confident as ever, carrying a more serious tone this time.

“Would you want me to write to you how…how I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night?”

Okay, so maybe he was better at playing games than you, and you were sure the look on your face was proof of your defeat. His normal joking tone had completely gone now, and his french accent seemed even stronger than it had when you had last seen him. You slumped back in your seat and unconsciously pressed your thighs together. Arthur noticed though, his eyes immediately following the movement.

“Have you been thinking of me too?” he continued, his leg closing the space between you underneath the desk until his knee met yours. You silently cursed yourself for wearing a dress today of all days.

“Yes”

Your mouth had decided to act before your brain did, and you were telling him the truth. When you had failed to fall asleep that night, you had touched yourself thinking about him, thinking about that kiss. Even just remembering it now, it made a blush creep onto your cheeks as you felt your heartbeat quicken.

His fingers brushed the hem of your dress underneath the table, and the tension building between the two of you was getting unbearable.

“We can't,” you said, and Arthur's face fell slightly as he began removing his hand from your skin.

“We can’t do this here” you continued as you closed your laptop and put it in your bag.

You stood up, and leaned down to whisper in Arthur’s ear,

“Meet me at the coffee shop downstairs in 5”

Smirking to yourself as you confidently strutted out of the library.

The shop had been closed for hours, but your boss had given you a set of keys for when you had the opening shift. You tiptoed your way to the break room in the back of the coffee shop, a small room with a two-person sofa and a vending machine, but it would make do. Once you saw Arthur appear outside the coffee shop, you went to unlock the door, quickly locking it again after he’d made his way in. You took his hand in yours and pulled him toward the room.

You hadn’t even made it fully inside when he pushed you against the back of the door, shutting it in the proces. Once his lips were on yours again, you forgot about all the doubts and worries you’d had before. In this moment, you were exactly where you needed to be. He kissed you like he did that night, tongue exploring your mouth as your hands grabbed onto the hair at the back of his neck. Arthur removed his lips from your mouth, only to focus his attention to your jawline and eventually move further down your neck. You didn’t even try to suppress the moans he was coaxing out of you.

“Fuck, you have no idea how difficult it was to act normal when I came back home that night…I couldn’t sleep thinking about you”

If his mouth hadn’t already done the trick, his words sure were enough to make your legs tremble. You wanted him so badly.

Arthur let his hands travel down, playing with the hem of your dress again, before looking back up at you.

“Are you sure? I will not do this unless you want it”

The statement seemed almost ridiculous at this point, because you had never been so sure about anything in your life.

“Yes, Arthur, I want it, please” you were almost begging for him. If he’d asked you, you would have gotten on your knees and really begged, but he had beat you to it as he sunk down onto his knees, still staring up at you.

“vous êtes si belle…Y/N” he muttered as he slowly pulled down your underwear, leaning forward to kiss your thigh in the process. You let your head drop backwards into the door, the sight of him on his knees in front of you almost too much to bear.

Arthur bent one of your legs at the knee and hooked it over his shoulder before he got to work.

He ran a finger through your folds once, looking up at you, not wanting to miss the way your eyes screwed shut as he let his fingers linger on your clit.

“Tu es tellement mouillée pour moi,”

You had a faint idea of what he was saying, but you were pretty sure he was talking to himself more than he was to you, so caught up in the moment he probably wasn’t aware he was speaking french. It sounded so good that you felt yourself get even wetter. Once he started eating you out, you were done for. You completely tuned out your surroundings, only focussing on how good he was making you feel. One of your hands grabbed hold of his hair, using it to steady yourself to the best of your abilities.

Soon after, he slipped a finger inside of you, his thumb simultaneously drawing slow circles on your clit as he sat back, resting in the heels of his feet as he stared up at you in awe, his face flushed from his previous actions. You could see your wetness glistening around his mouth. He looked amazing.

“God, I love the way you look at me” you said honestly, and he flashed you a signature smile in response.

“I love looking at you,” he answered. He added a second finger, and when he did the leg that was supporting you trembled, threatening to give out.

“I can’t..please, I want you inside of me” you whined. In this moment, you felt as desperate as you sounded.

Arthur nodded as he put your other leg back down and took your hand to lead you to the small sofa. He let you catch your breath as he quickly tore off his shirt, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans for his wallet. You realized why as he pulled out a condom from it.

You pushed his shoulders, prompting him to sit down on the sofa, making quick work of unbuckling his belt and dragging his pants and underwear down halfway down his thighs. Even though you hadn’t touched him yet, he was so hard, a clear sign that he had enjoyed eating you out just as much as you had. He helped you put the condom on, eyes screwing shut as you

You straddled him, knees either side of his thighs, and sunk down on him in one smooth motion. His eyes screwed shut as a plethora of french curse words and whines left his mouth. It felt so good you could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and a few drops of sweat rolling over your temples.

Arthur let his hands wander under your dress, grabbing a firm hold on your hips as he helped you build a delicious rhythm. You were so close, his teasing from earlier already having brought you on the brink of an orgasm. You were panting as you lent forward slightly so your forehead touched his.

“You are going to cum?” he asked, and all you could do was nod.

“Jouis pour moi, ma belle”

That was all it took for you to let go, your orgasm washing over you as soon as the words left his mouth. Your toes curled and nails dug into the skin of his back as Arthur held you tightly, guiding you through it. The feeling of you clenching around him combined with your moans was enough to drive him over the edge. You were still feeling the remnants of your orgasm running through you as he spilled inside of you, burying his head into your neck in the proces.

You held each other like that for a while as you both came down from your highs, heavy breathing filling the room. Eventually, you pulled off of him, sitting next to him on the sofa and letting your head lean on Arthur’s shoulder as he removed the condom and pulled his pants back up.

“That was…” he spoke, unable to find the words, but you knew what he meant.

“Yeah, I know,” you replied.

“Y/N?” Arthur turned to face you.

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

And with those eyes staring into yours,

how could you ever say no?

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jaeminscoffee · 5 years ago

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Crash and Burn

Pairing- Liu YangYang x reader

Genre- Angst, fluff, suggestive.

Warning- swear words, could get a little suggestive [ nothing too crazy coz i’m still a baby but it’s something better than nothing.], fwb to lovers. It's pretty cliché lmao kill me

Summary - The place Yangyang happened to crash at after each failed tinder date was yours. Comfort to discomfort to arguments to fights, you've been through all that with him by your side. This deal was meant to be a friendship breaker. It burned the whole friendship label the two of you had. But built an entirely different label.

"Stay, I'll run a bath for you" Yangyang said, getting up, panting a bit as he picks up the boxer that was discarded onto the floor a while ago. You didn't have the energy to refuse or put a say in it so you merely nodded.

He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead and makes his way towards your bathroom.

It had been like this ever since that frat party where the two of you, influenced by the adrenaline rush because of all the drinks you had consumed, couldn't keep your hands off of each other, when he suggested the whole friends with benefit deal.

You were taken aback, but the high sex drive you'd felt ever since your first break up, and the fact that he is an absolute eye candy made you want nothing more than just him to manhandle you.

It went well for the first 5 months or so. He'd date whoever he wanted, you'd hang out with anyone you wanted, and then you'd fuck by the end of the day. That was the whole deal.

No strings attached.

Oh that, you'd failed to keep up with that rule. Again really doesn't help that he's an incredibly handsome lad, was kind and loving, and the incubus in sheets.

It all felt weird because it was so obvious that he did NOT reciprocate the feelings because he'd treat the others of your kind the same as you.

But as days passed, you'd craved more than just his touch. You wanted all his attention to yourself. But that wasn't going to happen and it was obvious.

"Can you walk?" he asked making his way to you with a smug look. "yeah i can" you say, wrapping the sheets around you as you grip the edge of the bed, him standing beside you with his arms crossed over his bare chest, smirk displayed on his face.

It only grew wider as he saw you wobble and wince in pain, sitting back down clutching your abdomen. "Right" he moves closer to where you were seated, picking you up bridal style as though it wasn't a big of a deal and made his way to the bath tub that was filled with warm water.

" 'i can' she said" he mocked your tone from a while ago, placing you down into the tub as you let out a sigh of content. "not my fucking fault you couldn't go easy" you let out after hearing him.

"Whatever you say honey. Anyways, can you manage from here? I've gotta go, have a date in like 2 hours"

You look at him as he smiles, showing the prettiest set of teeth, his eyes sparkling as always. You look down for a second. Giving a mental ted talk to yourself to gather up your thoughts and just tell him about your feelings.

But you were scared. You knew that you'd lose all the relationship you've had so far. Confessing always did that. And you didn't want to lose him.

"Y/n?" he called out, seeing you space out and clearly not listening to him. No. You can't confess. Let that be. You needed him beside you. Be it him as a friend, friends with benefit or whatever.

"Y/n..?" Yangyang said a little louder, nudging your shoulder as you step out of your head space. Turning back to look at him as you smile back "Yeah go ahead" you look down right after. "You sure? Are you okay?" you nod at the questions.

Yangyang looks skeptical for a while, looking at you knowing somethings going on in your mind but still turns back and makes his way back towards your room, out of the bathroom most probably now out of your house too.

After hearing the door click behind him you confirm your thoughts thinking he has left and broke out into a sob. Pathetic.

You had the chance to say it to him right that moment, but you didn't. Understandable that you were scared that you'd lose him. But you still could've shoot your shot.

The constant nagging of your friends on you being a pussy and to muster up your courage to confess to him ring through your head which only resulted in you choking on a harsh sob that left your throat.

You let yourself drown in your own thoughts further. It wasn't until you felt that your skin was turning moist that you got out of the tub.

You take a towel and wrap it around yourself, looking into the mirror, running a finger through your hair before heading out.

"Took you long enough" you hear, jumping as you thought that you were all alone in your apartment. You look up from the ground to see Yangyang, still in your room, sitting towards the edge of the bed, now getting up and making his way towards you.

"Why.. Are you still he-" he didn't let you complete your sentence. "Tell me what's wrong" he held a stern look in his eyes as he stood directly in front of you. He was going to get it out of you tonight

"Huh-?" "Tell me what's wrong Y/n i could hear you clear as day. Don't you dare try hiding anything from me." you back away, a little intimidated by the male in front of you.

"Honestly it was nothing i swear-" you try saying to which you were cut off again, him holding you by your shoulder to keep you from backing away further from him.

"Y/n do you think i'm stupid? You think i didn't notice the way you've been looking at me from the past few days?" you look at him, confused, clutching tightly onto the towel that covered your body.

"What do you mean?" you ask in a hushed tone. "I read your conversation with Sarah." he says, leaning down so that you were almost exactly of the same height.

You keep quiet, still not catching onto what he was trying to get at. "When were you going to tell me huh?"

Then it struck you. Shit.

"Wh-what do you mean?" you try acting oblivious, which didn't work as he shook you way harder than intended, you let out a yelp.

"you fucking love me and you didn't tell it to me?" you look down, not daring to look at him knowing he's about to break off everything you had, then and there.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Y/n" his voice dropped multiple octaves, sending a shudder down your spine as you slowly look up to see him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he spoke in a much softer tone after seeing the redness in your eyes, which was the aftermath of your little breakdown inside the washroom.

"I.. Didn't want to" you spoke slowly at first. Taking in a deep breathe, you decide to let everything out, it's all going to end here anyways so why not?

"I didn't want to because i know you felt nothing like that. I didn't want to fucking lose you because of my stupid feeling. I know you had made it obvious that there would be no emotions involved, I'm sorry but I'm human. Maybe if you would've acted like a bitch to me I'd have not fallen for you. But nooo you had to be so kind. Do you know the number of times my heart broke part by part seeing you with other girls? When you'd come home, talk to me about your shitty dates and then just take me? It's hard not to fall for you Yangyang and I'm sorry about that-" you stop to breathe, feeling the tears well up for the second time that night.

"-And i understand that you feel nothing for me but please, please don't leave me for this i cannot afford to lose you. I'll get rid of my feelings for you, I'll try to but p-please don't-"

The rest of your words were swallowed up by Yangyang's mouth as he pressed a hard kiss against your lips, shutting you completely, backing you up until your back hit the wall behind you. The kiss was far from innocent as he shoved his tongue into your mouth after you parted your lips when he bit the bottom. You let out a whimper.

Things got heated between the pair of you when he decided to pull away. Foreheads connected, he looks at you dead in the eye.

"Stop speaking about my feelings for me as a third person, Y/n." your gaze fixated on the floor, finding the wood more interesting than ever. You felt fingers grip your chin as your head was tilted up to look straight back at Yangyang.

"You think i feel nothing for you. Think i feel not even an ounce of love for you and you're right. I don't feel for you just a little. Because you cloud my fucking thoughts every single hour of the day. Of course I like you, fuck no i love you but i was confused because, one moment you'd be all up against me and the other you don't even bother looking at me. So i decided it would be the best to start distracting myself, maybe go on few trashy dates, fuck someone else that wasn't you. But you just had to be in my thoughts every. single. second. So no. Now knowing that you love me, of course i won't let you forget your feelings for me, not on my watch that is."

You look up to him, looking straight at him as his gaze stayed fixed on your face, watching your eyes grow wide every passing second.

"Say it" he spoke with that low tone once again. "w-what?" you stammer.

"Say that you love me." your eyes widen more than it already had, you say nothing. The room eerily silent as you look all over his face to see if he spoke the truth or it was a mere confession out of desperation of wanting a girlfriend.

"Are you going to say it or should i fuck it out of you?" he spoke, a little above a whisper as he took a hold of your hands, pinning it down beside your head, leaning into the crook of your neck, placing a light kiss on your skin, then moving up to your ear lobe, pausing there, waiting for you to speak. "i.." you started. "hm?" he asked placing a kiss on your temple.

At no response from your end he dipped back down into your neck, biting it a little too hard, making you squirm. "Say it princess, don't keep me waiting" he said still continuing his demonstration. He bit down once again and this time you let out a loud gasp. Squealing you say "I-i love you"

He felt his lips grow into a smirk against your skin, letting go of your hands placing them around his neck as his hands moved to grip your hips. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." His hands snaked behind you going dangerously low, placing it on your ass giving it a light squeeze. You whine as you squeal out louder "I love you!"

He stopped biting the skin of your neck, leaning back, admiring the newly formed bruises that replaced the older ones.

He let go of you and pulled you forward, right into his chest, holding you in place with a tight embrace. "I love you too" he spoke in a voice way softer compared to his actions not even a second ago. "I'm sorry i made you feel unloved." he rocked you back and forth. "I'm so sorry" he repeated, placing a kiss on top of your head.

"I'll show you how much i love you" he said, not giving you a chance to speak as he lifted you up making his way towards the bed where things were intimate a while ago.

"Yang not again! We just fucked like an hour ago" you said giggling as he placed soft kisses all over your face.

"There were no strings attached in that baby" he said as he lowered you onto the bed, standing up, removing his shirt for the second time that night.

"Oh this time i'll show you just how much i love you"

That's it!! Was that good?? I'm sorry if it's trashy! This is infact, the first ever time I've written a one-shot! Do tell me if you liked reading it luvs! 💗

(requests are open and so am i open to making new friends! Go ahead, tell me how your day was and stuff!)

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years ago

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james and julia

this is for u james anon :) also let’s hope the tags work this time lmao

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“What’s up with the boys lately?” Julia asked Sophie after a stall in their conversation over ice cream. The six of them hung out occasionally, mainly when they went out, and Sophie loved the way they all fit together so seamlessly. She easily fit in with the boys and Rafe could hold his own hanging with the girls (probably thanks to his sisters), so it was no surprise that all of them together was always a fun time.

“Hmm. Nothing special, really...oh, James is getting back to dating. I did a complete overhaul of his Tinder the other day.” Sophie told her.

“Back to dating?” Julia cocked her head.

“Yeah, and his girlfriend broke up after three years a few months ago. Something about her not being able to handle long distance anymore, I don’t know. He took it pretty hard. Obviously.”

“Poor guy.” She commented, sitting back in her seat, thinking.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and my idiot boyfriend suggested he needed to get over her by getting laid.”

Julia snorted. “Lovely.”

“Right? Anyways, James went on a date after like a month and I’m pretty sure he came home and was miserable for a straight week, so I’m glad he’s kind of moving on. I don’t think the guys ever really liked her, but you know how stubborn people can be about high school relationships.”

______

After that conversation, Julia swiped through her Tinder that night, more purposeful than ever. It didn’t take long for James’ profile to pop up, and they two matched right away. She sent him a teasing message - funny seeing you here - then immediately cringed at her choice of words. James replied with an equally teasing tone, and the two texted for a while that night - and two nights following.

The group all went out that weekend and there was an awkward tension between Julia and James, but Sophie couldn’t quite place why. Instead of being the class clowns of the group like normal, they were both unusually quiet, not really contributing to conversations. When Sophie leaned over to Rafe, whispering her observation, he furrowed his brow, not having noticed a single thing.

“I’m gonna go get another drink, anyone want something?” Julia asked at the end of the night, raising her empty cup. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.” James stepped up, following her through the crowd to the bar. After they both ordered their drinks, standing shoulder-to-shoulder so they could fit in the tightly packed space, he broke the silence first. “So.”

“So.” Julia echoed, raising her eyebrows.

“Can I take you out?”

“That’s awfully forward of you.” She commented, smirking.

“Sorry, out of practice.” He offered a cheeky grin back. “Dinner tomorrow night? At that Mexican place on ninth, I’ll pick you up.”

“Sophie’s gonna kill me.”

“That’s not an answer.” James nudged her arm with his elbow playfully, sliding cash across the bar to pay for both their drinks. “And Rafe will probably kill me too, but hey, at least we’ll go down together.”

Julia hid her smile in her cup as she took a quick gulp, more for confidence than anything. “Or we could get out of here now. It’d probably take them a while to notice...”

“Now who’s being forward?” He smirked, then glanced over to where their friends were, blissfully unaware. “We’ll have to -”

“Go out the front, I know. Yours or mine?” She grinned, taking another long drink and willing herself not to shudder at the cheap vodka.

“Mine, I’m closer.” He knocked back the rest of his beer, then offered his hand. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Julia nodded, accepting his hand. “I still want that date though.”

He laughed as he leaned closer, making her shiver as his lips brushed against her ear. “You got it.”

Meanwhile, Rafe and Sophie were starting to get suspicious. “What do you think they’re so held up for?” She asked, pulling out her phone to text both of them separately. Rafe shrugged. “Friday night, we know it’s always packed here.”

“Ahh.” Sophie nodded in recognition, showing the group her phone with individual texts from each of them with a half-assed reply about meeting someone. Allie grinned. “You think it was that guy on Tinder she keeps texting?”

“Maybe. Wait, is this the first time -?”

“Hell yeah it is.” Rafe grinned, high-fiving Colin and Sophie rolled her eyes. “Well, good for him, I guess. Hope it’s a nice girl.”

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The next night, both Julia and James were getting ready for their date at their respective houses. Julia had refused to spill any details, claiming ‘a lady doesn’t kiss and tell’ when Sophie begged for the story. Colin and Rafe had snagged a few cupcakes and spare gel icing from the house chef, eloquently writing Congarts on the Sex - misspelling and all - as a present for James. He had laughed and snapped a photo, but didn’t tell much, just that it was a fun night and she left right after.

“Skirt or the jeans?” Julia held up both options with her turtleneck sweater, glancing in her closet for shoe choices.

“Depends on what sweater you’re going to wear.” Sophie stood and started rifling through her closet, shaking her head as she pushed multiple hangers over.

“What do you mean! This sweater is fine!”

“Yeah, for church, not a date with someone who’s already seen you naked!” She retorted, pulling out a v-neck sweater instead and a sleek leather skirt. “You want this, with the white boots. Trust me.”

“You’re the worst.” Julia grumbled, but took the clothes and changed anyways. “Should I curl my hair?”

“Hm...no. Not worth the effort. Are you planning on hooking up with this mystery man again tonight, do I have to go to Rafe’s?” Sophie handed her a lipstick to match the outfit.

“Um - uh, probably not -” Julia stuttered, racking her brain for a solution. “You know, when was the last time you two went out?”

“We went out last night.” She raised her eyebrows. “Are you nervous?”

“Going out with all of us doesn’t count. I meant on a date.” Julia took a breath, pleased with her distraction, and smoothed the color over her lips.

“Um...” Sophie trailed off, thinking. “A couple weeks, I guess, I’ve been busy. Where are you going, Rafe and I will go and stake out the date for you.” She grinned. “We’ll be subtle, I promise.”

“You and Rafe have like half an ounce of subtlety between you two, combined.” Julia snorted. “Make him take you to that new restaurant, the one that was in the student paper.”

Sophie thought it over for a moment, her smile faltering. “It’s kind of expensive.”

“Your ability to forget your boyfriend is rich is impressive.”

“Jules.”

“I’m serious! Plus he gets so excited when he can take you out, it’s kind of adorable.” She pressed. “It’s not like you’re doing anything else tonight.”

“Yeah, he kind of does.” Sophie agreed - Rafe loved spoiling her as often as possible, even though she was still getting used to it. “Can I at least get his name?”

Julia had prepared for this question, at least. “It’s Jack, and no, you don’t know him.”

“Ugh, a J name.” Sophie shuddered jokingly, shooting a text to Rafe.

“Yeah, his only downfall.” Julia laughed, albeit a little forced as she thought of the main reason the two of them were probably doomed.

___

Meanwhile, Rafe was hyping James up for his date, blasting rap music way too loud as he ironed his clothes for him. (“Because no one fucking appreciates a well-pressed pant around here,” Rafe had argued, snatching James’ wrinkled clothes out of his hands.) “You kind of did things backward with all this.”

James shrugged. “Guess so. It was her idea.”

“The date or hooking up?”

James grinned as he accepted his freshly ironed shirt from Rafe. “Hooking up.”

“You should be careful though, you know? I mean, you shouldn’t launch into all this so quickly, take it easy.” Rafe told him a little warily, just wanting the best for his friend.

“I know, I know, it’s casual.” James reassured him.

“So...are you gonna need the room? It’s kind of early for dinner.”

“Uh...I mean, I’m not sure...”

Rafe’s face lit up as he received a text from Sophie and he eagerly shot back a reply. “Never mind, looks like I have a date night tonight too. Where are you taking this girl? If you’re going to that new place, I’ll see you there.”

“No, just the Mexican restaurant on ninth. Not pulling out all the stops.” James laughed, shaking his head at Rafe’s sudden mood switch. “Sophie’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“I...yeah, probably.” He decided against a rebuttal. “But she’s finally letting me take her out on a nice date, for the first time in ages, so I’ll take it.”

“Didn’t you go to the art museum downtown a couple weeks ago?” James asked, grateful for the conversation topic changing.

“Yeah, and it turned out she had to go for one of her classes and do a few sketches. I swear she can’t go three seconds without being productive.” Rafe shook his head, though he smiled fondly as he talked about her.

“Fucking simp.”

“C’mon, you’re the romantic, you know it’s love.” Rafe grinned and James rolled his eyes as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. “I’m leaving, have fun.”

“You too! Text me if I have to go to Soph’s!” Rafe called after him.

_____

After Rafe and Sophie’s dinner, Rafe insisted on taking her to a swankier bar downtown by the restaurant instead of their normal college spot. When she paused, calculating in her head and reaching for her phone to check her budget app to see if she could swing expensive cocktails, he grabbed her purse and slung it over his shoulder. “On me, angel.”

“Everything has been on you lately.” She protested, holding her hand out expectantly for her purse.

“Good, so it’s how it should be.” Rafe shot her a grin and took her hand as they walked down the street. “You should have brought the navy purse instead, the black kind of clashes with my outfit.”

Sophie snorted, giving in. “Didn’t think you’d be wearing my accessories tonight, my bad.”

“Ah, but you should never assume.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, glancing in the window as they walked to the door - and did a double-take, spotting James. “Hold on, is that -”

She turned and followed his gaze, seeing Julia opposite James at a dimly-lit back table through the bar. “Holy shit.”

“Do you still want to go in?”

“Yes, we’re going to go interrogate -” She tugged on his hand, pulling him into the bar as Rafe leaned back. “Soph, maybe we shouldn’t -” He hissed, but she ignored him, walking right past the hostess’s stand.

“Ma’am, all our tables are reserved -” The hostess called toward Sophie, but Sophie turned on her heel and shot her a sweet smile. “That’s alright, we’re meeting friends.” She tugged her hand out of Rafe’s and strode over purposefully as he followed quickly behind. Once she made it to their table, she just stopped short of slamming her hands on it, both the drinks rattling a little.

James glanced up with nothing but fear in his eyes. “Oh, Sophie, nice to see you here -”

“What the hell is going on here?” She demanded, shooting glares at both James and Julia. James slunk back a little in his seat, while Julia just winced.

“Actually, yeah, I’d like to know too.” Rafe chimed in, sliding into the booth next to James as Sophie did the same.

“I told you they’re both off limits, James.” Sophie pointed an accusing finger at him. “Did you somehow forget my one rule? Literally just one?”

“To be fair, you don’t speak for me -” Julia started, only for Sophie to whirl on her. “You! You were being so sneaky when you normally spill every detail - I should not know how big every single dude you’ve hooked up with is -”

“Wait, you two hooked up? Julia’s the mystery girl?” Rafe made the connection a moment too late, then threw his hands up in exasperation. “Dude!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” James apologized quickly. “But if we’re pointing fingers, it was her idea -”

“James!” Julia sighed, shaking her head. “Oh my god, I knew this wouldn’t work.”

“You said we could keep it a secret!”

“Not from fucking Sherlock over here!” Julia snapped, jamming her thumb toward Sophie.

“Was it worth it?” Rafe interrupted the argument, stepping on Sophie’s toe gently to hopefully put out some of the flames in her eyes. She only kicked him in the shin in response.

Both James and Julia shared a glance, debating their answers. “Honestly?” She asked.

“Yes, honestly.” Rafe nodded, sending a warning look to Sophie to keep her quiet.

James hesitated, not wanting to hurt Julia’s feelings. “I mean, I think you’re really nice -”

“Yeah, and the sex wasn’t bad -”

“Oh my god, please don’t even start there.” Sophie mumbled, her face twisting at the thought of her friends together like that.

“And I think you’re pretty -” James started again.

“But there’s nothing there.” Julia finished for him, offering him a quick smile. “I think we’re perfectly fine as friends, but that’s it.”

James nodded in agreement, relieved she felt the same. “Yeah, exactly. No hard feelings.”

Sophie let out a slow exhale. “Alright. I mean. You’re sure? Because if there’s really something, I can, like, chill out. Probably.”

Rafe smirked. “I’d say your entrance here contradicts that.”

Julia laughed, breaking the tension. “I’m sure. We were just talking about his ex before you interrupted, so I don’t think anything’s going to happen.”

Rafe shoved James’ arm, shaking his head. “That’s the one topic I told you to avoid.”

“We actually were having a decent conversation, if you two don’t mind? The least I can do is get you another drink, Julia.” James laughed, pushing him back aimlessly.

“...Fine.” Sophie stood, shaking her head. “Just as friends, though.”

“Just as friends.” Julia promised, sending her a grateful smile.

As Rafe and Sophie left, he let out a loud laugh as soon as they exited the bar. “Jesus Christ, Sophie. James looked like he was about to piss himself, he was so scared.”

“Good! She’s off limits! I warned him!” She exclaimed.

“I know, it’s like incest.” Rafe shuddered and slung his arm around her shoulders, walking with her to find another bar. “But hey - you think Allie and Colin might be a good match?”

“Rafe Cameron.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

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laketaj24 · 5 years ago

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HC: what would modernday!Geralt & Jaskier be like & what would they do, what would their style be like, would they even be friends??? Thanks!

Author’s Note: I love this idea!! I had fun editing this picture, lmao. You can tell when I have an off day!! Here you are, love! (I just did Geralt, but I have Jaskier’s coming later)

Geralt: Modern Day Headcanons

Works as a bounty hunter and private detective.

Very money-driven, though he claims he isn’t.

Used to belong to a biker gang called White Wolves, left the gang because he didn’t believe in the things they were doing

Loves and hates his job at the same time, complains about the cases and how people hate to pay him.

Has a bike named Roach, keeps a garage for her to remained parked, and has fought a few people who dissed her.

Very good at catching a bounty has a hard time if she’s attractive, might sleep with her but will turn her in afterward

Does charity cases all the time, weighs too heavy on his conscious

He doesn’t buy much but is an avid collector of guns, doesn’t really use them often but likes to have them around.

Roomies with Jaskier and always claims that he’s going to move out and leave Jaskier in the apartment alone. Never does.

Rarely takes pictures, and when he does, he never smiles.

He hates social media, and when his business gets bigger, he refuses to have his name on anything. (Almost killed Jaskier when he made a secret Tinder account for him)

Prefers to go to bed early, but that is rarely possible because Jaskier plays his music to three in the morning.

Good at revenge though often makes smoothies and run on the treadmill early in the morning so Jaskier can’t sleep

Cooks all the time, hates Chipotle, thinks it's overrated.

Definitely will fight for Jaskier instead he started it or not, but usually curses him out when it’s over

Geralt refuses to any medicines, believes all he needs to do is eat right and take his vitamins.

Bachelor, but polite about his conquests

Allows them to stay the night, will kiss them during sex feels no emotional connection even when they do.

He is not a heartbreaker, but he is honest to a fault. If someone he is not interested in tries to pursue him, he shuts it down nicely. (oftentimes directs them to Jaskier)

Has a mad crazy ex that comes back into the picture at random times, (Yen)

Had her name tattoed on him and then covered by a wolf tattoo

Flirts with women but is highly attracted to the bartender (Y/N) at the bar Jaskier sings at often

Blushes every time he sees you, tries to say he isn’t, especially when Jaskier calls him out for her. “Your face just turned bright red.” Geralt grumbles something beneath his breath, then tells Jaskier, “Fuck off.”

Refuses to ask you out simply because he doesn’t want to get hurt, his ex kind of left some scars.

Says yes when you ask him out though, and is not afraid of showing you a pleasant time on Roach

Geralt is the controller in the relationship, but he does an excellent job of making you believe that you are in charge

Geralt is sweet, loves to shower you in gifts, even if they are small.

Loves to cuddle - And let’s face it he’s the perfect cuddler

Geralt is open for anything you want to try sexually, even was okay when you invited Jaskier to bed with you and him

Down for threesomes as long as it’s Jaskier, is way too jealous for anyone else to join

Likes to have sex in public places once took you into a Governor’s office and fucked you on the desk.Left a sweet note about him paying his debts properly

He is always calling to make sure you are okay when you are not with him

Geralt is protective, but when you two have a fight you always have to reach out first because he's cut off game is STRONG

A health nut looks at you like you’re crazy when you eat unhealthy things.

Silent judger but his stares speak volumes

Tells most of the women that Jaskier brings home that he has something he can’t wash off.

Geralt will attend any protest with you and stand guard.

Hates to get political but calls politicians out when they do stupid things, (So he’s political)

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boyapologist · 3 years ago

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anyway, in the last 3 days i have had the weird sus instagram person, a dude refuse to answer any questions abut him because "he wants to have stuff to talk about on our date this weekend" (i have agreed to no such date - unmatched immediately after that), and a person judge me from the start because i'm a "switch gamer" and not PC gamer. 🙃

so good to know i only attract the top quality of people and i will be deleting the app immediately and will happily remain single for a long time.

oh my god dating apps are TERRIFYING, people either try too hard or are the biggest assholes???

at least you got something funny to tell your friends lmao, I remember back when I was single that using tinder always felt more like a way to joke around and bond with my friends about going through profiles than a way to get into an actual relationship

#also sorry I took soo long to answer this!! it was sitting in my drafts because I had a hard night yesterday.#mental health wise I mean #yikes #ask

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kae-karo · 3 years ago

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Fanfic Ask Meme

Q!!

ahh hello dear!! for context (x)

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

oooo very good question! i try to live under the philosophy of 'never say never', in that if i've given smth some thought, i'll never say that i'd never come back to it, but i do have a handful of ideas that i've definitely set aside for the time being. i'm a firm believer in following wherever inspiration strikes, so if i'm not vibing with an idea at the moment, i'll set it aside and return to it if/when i feel like it or get some new ideas (or fresh brainrot lmao)

and i say 'never say never' because i first had the idea for 'here's our own hands against our hearts' back in may of 2021, and i didn't even start writing it til september, and ofc i didn't finish/start posting til december

so, in no particular order, some concepts i've set aside for the moment and hope to return to some day:

(bnha) immortal baku who's stuck with the only other immortal, deku, to help him figure out how to break the curse of immortality. on par with canon, baku very much detests deku :) enemies to lovers style

(genshin from here on out) struggling artist kaeya who lucks into an encounter with renowned art connoisseurs zhongluc, healing and self love ensues

murder husbands zhongchi from the 'to love (and be loved in return) universe, both the getting-together past aspects and the plot after kaeluc's story

a kaeluc tarot fic that follows the progression of the tarot major arcana as inspiration for plot points during a canon-divergent au

Lovesick Fool expanded modern teyvat au, zhongchi getting together fic

dragon zhongli x phoenix diluc

a scene from hoohaoh (x) where childe and diluc talk about how diluc's father might've come into possession of a delusion - it felt a little more heavily focused on some diluc trauma and healing that didn't quite fit with the rest of the story

diluc tricking his roommate kaeya into thinking he's a hot tinder date coming over soon so kaeya will actually clean the house, but kaeya...actually falls for this 'date' pretty hard...

actual pirate kaeya with stowaway childe - canon-divergent au where kaeya's sort of captain of the mond fleet, docked in liyue when childe's escaping the millileth

xiaoven where xiao finally chases after the little spark that floats away from him in his idle only to discover that it's venti

the actual original scene i had in mind that 'to love (and be loved in return)' (x) began to revolve around was a soft kaeluc scene in the hidden-away library where kaeya first showed diluc his magic, and it's also where they first kissed 'for real'...ofc, that never made it into the story, as it evolved quite a lot in other directions lmao

tl(ablir) actually had a LONG history of struggling with the main plot in the background - i went back and forth on crepus being the main antagonist, kaeya's father being the antagonist, the abyss being the antagonist, and so on. intentional and unintentional, in some cases, it went on quite a lot, but none of those concepts really fit the story i wanted to tell

oh another from tl(ablir) - kaeya getting just a little Too Drunk and diluc pushes him too far, implies that he doesn't care about his people (this ended up not fitting well with what i'd established between them). this was going to be his dialogue for the scene:

they have been dying since before i was born i know that they're dying they're dying right now and i can do nothing to stop it. do you think it even occurred to me to refuse your father's offer if it meant helping my people? do you think i drink for FUN? you must think me immeasurably callous if you assume i do not care that my people suffer for our ancestor's mistakes. you must think me heartless, then. and i'd rather be, than face for even a moment the overwhelming grief of so many dead while i sit here in your cushy palace, comfortable and safe

there are also some other ideas that i haven't quite decided to set aside just yet, but who knows when exactly they'll crop up lmao

send me fic asks!

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albarivas · 4 years ago

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ana de armas, cis female, she/her — whenever i see alba rivas meandering down agnes street la escalera by pablo alborán starts to play inside my head. maybe it is the vibe they give off. bullet journals, colorful dresses, hairstyles with bandanas ; you know ? artistic impressions is what keeps them interested in agnes. i heard they are a thirty-three year old teacher at bright future. they look like the kind of person who would make you do a vision board.

hi again, it’s ella again. okay so i had cameron (the lily james) but tbh she’s a new muse and right now i don’t have the brain to develop a muse from scratch but i still want to write and that’s why i decided to bring alba, one of my oldest muses. i’m so happy to give her a new home and i can’t wait for her to meet all of your characters.

basics

NAME: alba carolina rivas borges

NICKNAME: al, albie

GENDER: cis female

PLACE OF BIRTH: boca raton, florida

DATE OF BIRTH: april 19, 1988

AGE: thirty-thirty

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

OCCUPATION: teacher at bright future

background

tw: illness, cheating

CHILDHOOD

her story starts between cuba and spain. her mother, carolina, fled from cuba and her father immigrated from spain with no friends or family and only with a few dollars. the two newcomers were matched by fate and just a year later they welcomed their daughter, alba.

two years later, a son completed the rivas family. they didn’t have much and often had to deal with homesickness and many times they considered moving to spain, but eventually they decided to stay.

it was a big change for both julián and carolina. he used to work as a lawyer back in spain and carolina had almost graduated from med school. now in the united states they both had to start from zero.

her mother traveled an hour from boca raton to palm spring every day where she worked cleaning those luxurious houses. her father got his credentials to become a spanish teacher and taught in the local high school.

alba always knew she didn’t have much. she grew up going with her mom to those huge houses and from a young age she understood what wealth could buy. however, alba never envied those who had a lot more than her. in fact, her childhood best friend was the girl that lived in the house her mother cleaned. the two were inseparable.

ADOLESCENCE AND COLLEGE YEARS

alba excelled as a student. education was something her parents always deemed as important and so she made it her goal to make them proud.

she earned a spot in a prestigious public high school. as a teenager, she was the model child. always listening to her parents, rarely giving them problems. she had an active social life, she went on a couple of dates and she was part of several groups.

these qualities eventually earned her a place at nyu. moving to new york was something she’d never considered. she liked florida, and her family were there but her parents convinced her that this would be a great opportunity and that she could comeback.

becoming a teacher was her ambition. she admired her father for doing it and she knew from a young age that she wanted to teach children.

to make ends meet, she got a job as a waitress and she really didn’t have a social life as she worked and studied full time. there was no time for friendship and even less time for dating.

it was during one day at work that she met someone that changed her life. she met another student while she was working who asked her out but she refused, however, he came back and did the same thing every night until one day she finally accepted.

one date turned into two and then three until soon people couldn’t see one without the other. most people thought they wouldn’t last, their personalities and values were too different. he came from a wealthy family, the typical spoiled kid that was set to inherit his parents’ fortune someday, the one that always featured on page six with a different woman every night. meanwhile, alba came from a working-class family, daughter of immigrants who always had to work to get what she had in life. despite the skepticism, they proved everyone wrong.

at twenty-two, alba graduated with a degree in early childhood education and began working as a teacher.

ADULTHOOD

her relationship with this guy (i dont have a name for him lmao) was better than ever and after dating for three years, he proposed and alba said yes as she was convinced she’d found her other half.

however, not everything was perfect. his family didn’t like her and things only got worse after they got engaged. the couple married only a year later. they left new york and moved to florida where they bought one of those houses alba always had dreamed to have and the best part is that they were neighbors with her childhood best friend.

but all good things must come to an end, and soon her fairytale turned into a nightmare. the relationship with her in-laws was awful which eventually caused tension in their marriage. they began to fight more often and he started to spend more time at his office than at home. however, she was determined to make their marriage work, a love like theirs couldn’t end like this, she wouldn’t allow it.

tw cheating: one day, alba returned to their home early and what she saw was heartbreaking. there he was, in bed with none other but her childhood best friend. heartbroken, alba refused to accept any of his excuses and immediately filed for divorce, to the joy of her in-laws. end of tw.

after her divorce, alba moved to california where she started a year course at stanford. she planned to stay there but that when she received news from home.

tw illness: her father was very sick, and her parents had decided to move to islebury, rhode island. without anything holding her back, she packed up her stuff and moved here as well so she could help her mother with her dad. end of tw.

she’s been living here for three years now and works as a teacher at bright future.

personality

She has the ability to see the good in almost anyone or anything and tends to sympathize with even the most unfriendly person. She often hides the extreme depth of feelings from her, even from herself, until circumstances elicit a passionate response.

She has a deep sense of idealism that comes from a strong personal sense of right and wrong. She sees the world as a place full of possibilities and potentials and is governed by her intuition. She is quite reserved and is not easily manipulated.

She is a good listener and considerate, they try to care for and understand others in a deep way. She can be very calm and intuitive with the people around her, being able to search for hidden meanings in the actions and words of others.

Of course, all of life is not rosy and Alba is not exempt from suffering the same disappointments and frustrations that are common to others. She tends to be a perfectionist and often strives for personal ideals that can be exhausting or very difficult to obtain.

headcanons

she’s a bookworm. her favorite book is the persuasion by jane austen

she speaks fluent spanish

alba has a beautiful white persian cat named nube

she loves wearing bandanas in her hair

claims she’s allergic to strawberries, she’s not. she just hates them and that’s easier than explaining why

connections

Younger brother: I’m gonna make a wanted connection because I love this dynamic. He is two years younger than her and she adores him. She tries to stay in touch with him and in general, they are close.

Ex-best friend: they met as children and grew up together, they knew everything about the other. alba’s mother worked as a housekeeper and she used to go with her sometimes, that’s how they met. this person came from a different background, she lived in one of those expensive houses alba could only dream to own. their friendship was so strong that they even applied to the same university (although her friend was not accepted). alba considered this person as the sister she never had, but then she did the worst thing in the world, she slept with alba’s husband. they haven’t spoken since she found out.

Ex-husband: They divorced two years ago, after alba found out he had been cheating on her with her best friend. they met while she was a student at NYU and were together for three years before getting engaged and married. he comes from a wealthy family, the typical perfect american family. their relationship was never approved by his parents. she hasn’t spoken to him since the divorce.

Best Friendish: Okay, so this is a tricky one because her actual best friend turned into Judas and slept with her husband, but maybe this person is the closest she has to a best friend. she trusts this person and since her divorce, this is the only person that she has been able to speak without limitations.

Bad influence: Alba has never been one to go to many parties or even to drink, but this person is the only one that can convince her to have a good time.

Co-workers/Parents: She works as a teacher at bright future, maybe your character works there or their kids go/went there.

Neighbor: self-explanatory

Unlikely friendship: The two have different personalities, but somehow, both have managed to get along and form a weird friendship.

Hook ups: She’s not really the relationship kind bc she’s always busy but once in a while she hooks up with people ghdghdhgd (open to everyone)

Flirtationship: they act like friends, but cannot help to throw flirty looks or comments at each other.

Unrequited: It could go either way, I’m fine to plot it out. I’m an angst hoe sooo

Bad tinder date: after her divorce, her friends tried to set her up with someone but it didn’t go well. There was nothing wrong about her date, but she wasn’t ready and in the end it was a very uncomfortable situation for them.

One night stand: she was drunk, he/she was drunk too. They didn’t plan it but happened and now whenever they see each other in town it’s a bit awkward.

#agnesfm.intro

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solastia · 5 years ago

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Say You Won’t Let Go | 4

Pairing: Jimin x Namjoon X Seokjin

Word Count: 3K

Notes: Shortish, but I decided to split up what I was working on since the smut I have planned is taking a while and I wanted to get something out to you guys. Anyway, I think it's pretty obvious where I'm taking this lmao. Lemme know what you think and oh yeah, we're still missing someone, huh? ;)

A gloomy cluster of clouds had settled over the small village, reflecting the moods of those who lived there. Jimin stared up at the sky, hoping the rains would hold off for a few days until after this crisis was past. The last thing he needed was the added worry of his mate trying to battle in the middle of a storm. Namjoon could handle himself in a fight just fine, but his beloved was surprisingly clumsy and him slipping to his death was a real possibility.

They’d decided the best course of action was to set up a camp halfway between the village and where the possible hostile party was spotted. There the warriors would train day and night, as well as keep up a patrol of the surrounding areas so that no one could get past them to the village. Halfway was a two-day journey, so it had been a while since Jimin had gotten to see his mate. Three whole days without him. Two long and lonely nights.

He sighs morosely and turns back to watch the villagers bustling back and forth as they prepare to evacuate. Everyone had been working day and night since they learned of the looming threat. The caves were now mostly liveable and the animals were sealed away. Those that couldn’t work - such as the elderly and young children - were already in them along with a few guards just in case. Their main concern at the moment was gathering and securing as much of their food supply as possible. Homes could be built quickly if they got destroyed, but the crops that took so long to grow and preserve were much more precious.

Surprisingly enough, it was Seokjin that was his biggest help at the moment. Jimin supposed that without Namjoon around to be jealous over it was easier for him to make an effort to be kind and include the other omega, and so far it had proven to be a great decision. Seokjin threw himself into the work right alongside everyone else. He carried grain, herded animals, and best of all was amazingly good with numbers and actually liked making lists. He had lists of everything from livestock numbers down to every speck of seed they had. The moment he finished a task, he went right back to Jimin asking what else he could do to help him, as well as making sure that he’d taken time to eat. He was loath to admit it, but Jimin had a feeling this whole ordeal would have been much more difficult without Seokjin around.

They were now all starting to gravitate towards the big bonfire in the middle of the village as many took the chance to prepare their suppers and fight off the crisp evening airs. Jimin observed quietly as Seokjin and Taehyung giggled together over something the elder omega had said, his ridiculous laugh enough to even make Jimin quirk a small smile in amusement.

Seokjin was quickly winning the people over with his easygoing and good-humored personality. Even Taehyung, who was firmly on “Jimin’s Side,” couldn’t help being drawn in by the man who had taken to treating him like a younger brother. Seokjin was currently teaching Taehyung how to make the lamb that Jungkook went crazy over, so he’d be able to surprise his mate when the warriors all came back from their camp.

Thinking of the warriors so far away makes Jimin shiver as he was wracked with more worried thoughts of his mate. He hoped Namjoon was eating and keeping warm. That he hadn’t stabbed himself or anyone else with a dagger yet. That Yoongi was able to talk him down when the burdens of his position got to be too much.

He shivered again, drawing his fur wrap closer to himself. It was strange how he couldn’t stop shivering despite the fact that his body actually felt too hot. He supposed stress was making him get sick. Wouldn’t that just be perfect timing - to fall ill in the middle of a tribe war. Well, if there was anything he was good at it was making things worse.

He clenched his teeth as he felt another chill, gripping his fur with a tight squeeze. The heat it added was making it worse, he was sure, but Namjoon’s scent was so strong on this one that he was unwilling to give up the comfort it brought him.

But it was so hot.

He missed his mate so much.

Had he already checked their healing supplies?

He needed Namjoon.

Head hurts so much.

Did they stack enough wood for fires?

“Here, drink this.”

Jimin startled and looked up at Seokjin smiling down at him gently, holding a mug of something steaming. He took a quick sniff, scenting chamomile, ginger, and honey.

Not that he needed the heat the drink would add, but as he’d studied with Healer Lily he knew the calming effects of Chamomile and accepted the cup eagerly. He would need extra assistance to get some sleep later.

“Thank you,” he responded softly before taking a large sip.

Seokjin settled into the spot next to him on the elaborately carved bench, sighing as he got comfortable. Jimin tried not to breathe in too deeply of the rich caramel scent, trying to focus on the more neutral calming ones from his tea instead. He supposed whatever was making him ill was affecting all of his senses, because he could barely stand anyone’s scent all day. Seokjin’s though...he smelled amazing. Like the sugary sweet sauce that his grandmother used on her baked apples. It was everything he could do not to nestle against the other omega and beg to be scented and cuddled. He didn’t want to freak him out, however. Seokjin wasn’t familiar yet with Jimin’s tendency to be overly touchy.

Seokjin cracks his neck with a tired sigh, glancing down at Jimin with concern.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you’ve been looking a little out of sorts today. Is there anything you need help with?”

Jimin waves off his concern, sending him a friendly albeit strained smile.

“No. Might be getting sick is all. I’ll get some herbs from Healer Lily later.”

Seokjin nods in understanding. “A combination of stress and changing weather can do that. We’ll probably be dealing with lots of people falling ill soon.”

He reaches out a hand to Jimin’s forehead, frowning at the temperature and light sheen of sweat building there.

“You do feel really hot like you have a fever,” He observes Jimin thoughtfully, his eyes growing larger with concern. He leans in and sniffs Jimin’s neck. The omega shudders as Seokjin’s hot breath hit his throat, and the thought of baring it to the other wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Seokjin’s breathing hitches and he grasps Jimin’s shoulder. “I think you might be nearing your time.”

Jimin growls, refusing to acknowledge the conclusion that even he himself had secretly come to.

“That’s two months away. I’m fine. Just a little sick. I’ll go to sleep and it will be fine.”

“Should I send a message to Namjoon, just in case?”

Jimin shot up from the bench quickly, suddenly eager to run from Seokjin’s constant questioning.

“No! He’s busy. We’re busy. Everything is fine.”

And like a coward he ran away from him, escaping into the Healer’s hut.

Lily was already in there, still packing away her supplies. She looks up when Jimin enters, her welcoming smile dimming as she takes in his scent.

“Jimin…”

“I know. Now is not the time, though. I have people counting on me to save them. Namjoon’s counting on me. I don’t have time for this.”

“If it was anyone else I’d be able to give you a pouch of herbs and guarantee it would hold things off until you’re ready, but your body has often been a difficult one for me to figure out. I’ll give you the herbs, but I can’t promise they will even work the way they are supposed to.”

Jimin growls in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. “So what am I supposed to do? Why is this even happening? I’m two months early!”

“I imagine the stress affected your cycle. It’s very common, dear. I will give you the herbs and we can hope for the best.” She ruffled around in a large sack, pulling out a couple of smaller packages and handing them to him with a shrug.

“If you want my honest opinion, I think you should just head to the caves and ride it out without them until your mate arrives. We have everything well in hand here and everything is prepared to be stored in the caves. You’ve done all you can, Jimin.” She grasps his shoulder softly to comfort him as he groans, planting his face in his palms.

“Just stay close to your people, just in case.”

He sighs in defeat and clutches the bags of herbs close to his chest, murmuring a distracted goodbye to the old healer. He hurries back to his nearly empty dwelling, glad that he’d at least had the foresight (or honestly, Seokjin had) to leave a few dishes behind.

He sets a kettle of water to boil over the small contraption that Yoongi had made them last year when he’d started tinkering around with their blacksmith - a portable cooking surface that only needed a bit of tinder to get going. Jimin loved it because he didn’t have to deal with the firepit or go to the cooking lodge to make something. He could fire it up right there in his house and have a lovely cup of tea without worry.

He shoved some twigs and birch bark into the opening and struck his fire-steel a few times in front of it, blowing when a spark finally took. The simple act of starting a fire was familiar and calming enough to get him out of his head for a moment.

He hummed to himself as he grabbed his kettle and filled it with water he had collected from the cooking lodge earlier. He opens the leather bags and sniffs at the herbs, nodding as he recognizes them. He figures one cup will do for now and pinches about two spoonfuls of herbs into the water. He sets the kettle to boil and sits down at his little table, ignoring the twinge of longing when he spots his furs. He would love nothing more than to just wrap himself up in his nest and have Namjoon make love to him for the next few days. He’d feel safe and loved, nestled in those familiar strong arms.

Instead, he was here, alone, trying to save their village.

The wooden door opened as Seokjin shuffled inside, smiling when he spots Jimin.

Perhaps not completely alone, he guesses.

“You saw Lily?”

Jimin nods, waving towards the kettle. “This should stop it. I at least need to make it long enough to get to the caves tomorrow. After that...I guess we’ll see.”

“Well, if you need anything in the meantime just let me know. I’m here to help,” Seokjin says brightly, but Jimin can see he’s merely trying to cheer him up. He was so nice.

“Why were you unmated so long?”

He gasps and covers his mouth, but the damage has been done.

Thankfully, Seokjin just chuckles. “ You know, that’s been everyone else’s first question. I was starting to wonder when you would ask.”

“I’m sorry, you don’t need to answer.”

He shrugs and grabs a mug from a shelf, pouring Jimin’s now boiling tea. His eyebrows crinkle as though he’s lost in thought, even as he shuffles around and pulls out the small crock of honey and adds some to the mug. He pushes it towards Jimin with a flat smile.

“I suppose if anyone around here deserves the full story, it’s you.”

Jimin takes a sip, watching the other omega curiously.

“To put it bluntly, I’ve never been attracted to alphas.”

Jimin nearly spits his mouthful of tea, swallowing it with a cough at the last moment instead.

“What? But you...and he...you have…” he stutters, trying to understand.

Seokjin nods, “Don’t get me wrong, as far as alphas go, Namjoon is very handsome. My body instinctively recognizes him as Pack Alpha and my bonded mate, allowing me to do...what we do. Perhaps in time, I can see that he could easily become one of my dearest friends and potentially a wonderful father for my pups.”

“But…” Jimin prompts, leaning over his cup curiously.

“But, “ Seokjin shrugs, “I just have never been romantically attracted to alphas.”

“So, that means…”

Seokjin quirks an eyebrow in amusement. “That means I am romantically and sexually attracted to omegas, yes.”

“Oh,” Jimin took another sip of his tea, staring at the quietly laughing Seokjin in shock.

“Indeed. Don’t you have intersex couples here?”

Jimin thought about it, shrugging.

“If we do, I don’t really know. I’m not saying it bothers me, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Seokjin nods, leaning in his chair as he observes Jimin.

“What about betas?”

Seokjin shrugs, “Never really met anyone that intrigued me enough to wonder.”

“Have you ever…”

“Yes. That’s why I was unmated for such a long time.”

“Oh, I see.”

Seokjin sighs and props his chin in his hand, looking at the wall beyond Jimin.

“His name was Jaehwan. We’ve known each other since we were kids, much like you and Namjoon. Things progressed over the years and I fell in love. I thought that was it. I was going to grow old with him, give up mating and pups. I was fine as long as I had him.”

“So what happened?” Jimin asked, thoroughly enthralled in the story, his heart already hurting for the man since he knew the ending.

“A neighboring small pack petitioned Jaehwan’s father, wanting to court him and make him Pack Omega. And Jae...he was thrilled. Said Hakyeon was beautiful and he was so happy that an alpha wanted to make him Pack Omega at his age. He couldn’t stop talking about pups and mates and…”

Seokjin sniffled and Jimin flew into action, crawling around the table to stroke the omega’s arm in comfort.

“He didn’t think anything was wrong with the way he was acting. When I finally got enough courage to ask what he was going to do about me he said that we both knew we couldn’t stay together forever because that’s not how omegas work.”

“I hope he...falls into the ocean and gets eaten by a whale,” Jimin spits.

Seokjin chuckles softly, wiping his eyes of the couple tears that had escaped.

“So fierce for someone so small.”

“Hey!”

Seokjin truly laughed that time, loud and obnoxious like the ones he always shared with Taehyung. Jimin didn’t know why making him laugh like that made him feel proud.

“He didn’t fall into the ocean. That was a few years ago now. I hear their pack is doing well and he already has a pup and another on the way. I’m...happy for him. I think I loved him too long to really hate him,” Seokjin sighs.

“Anyway, everyone in my pack knew of my...preferences, so no one pressured me to move on after that. When we heard of this packs need...I don’t know. I wasn’t trying to escape or anything. My father was perfectly fine with me staying there and being who I am. He already has a dozen grandkids from each of my siblings. I just...I heard Jungkook and Yoongi talking about the situation and I could see how their hearts were hurting even having to make such a request. They told everyone how much the two of you were in love and what a sacrifice you were making for your pack. I couldn’t stand by and let someone take advantage of what the two of you had. I really am here just to help. Not to hurt you or Namjoon or this pack.”

“Thank you,” Jimin finally responded quietly after a few moments.

Seokjin nods, leaning over to place his hand on his forehead.

“Still feels hot, but not much worse than it was earlier. How long does the tea take to kick in?”

“Depends on my body, which usually is the worst. Maybe an hour.”

“Hm. It’s late anyway, let's go to bed and see how you feel in the morning.”

Suddenly, the thought of sleeping alone yet again was more than he could bear.

“Can you…nevermind. It’s stupid. Sorry.”

Jimin flushed, cursing his pre-heat brain. He scrambled to his furs and crawled inside.

“What do you need, Jimin.”

The way that Seokjin was hovering over his furs and speaking so forcefully had Jimin shivering with something he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“I just...when I’m in heat I need...to cuddle. A lot. It’s really annoying and I’m sorry for even asking. It’s probably really awkward.”

“I’d love to if it’s really alright. I sometimes get extra touchy during my heat too, so I understand.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, scoot over. Just don’t hog the furs, it’s fucking freezing out there.”

Jimin laughs as Seokjin slides under the furs with him, hearing the ‘perfect’ omega cussing somehow extra funny to him.

“Aren’t you from some place where it snows all the time?”

“Doesn’t mean I liked it! Maybe that's the real reason I left. I was sick of having to set my dick out to thaw every spring.”

Jimin curled up as laughter wracked his entire body until his belly hurt. Finally, Seokjin pat his head and yawned loudly.

“Night, Jimin.”

“Goodnight.”

Jimin smiled to himself as he drifted off, warm and not alone for the first time in days.

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfiction #abo #poly!bts #mxm #solastia #say you won't let go

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lookwhatilost · 4 years ago

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lmao Christ I found the peach post abt my first date w andrew and it’s such a doozy

why did I even keep talking to him after this

this is long as fuck and also super nsfw but my fucking GODDD is it a ride

okay so I met andrew when he was bartending at social still a while back. hes p much worked in every bar in downtown Bethlehem – like, the tapas bar where I used to go w ian all the time, “nothing good ever happens at” rippers, he used to barback alongside w jus at steelgaarden, slung margaritas at urbano, and plied me w spiked shamrock shakes at mccarthys – so we’ve run into one another multiple times as he’s bounced around the north side. I made a joke once abt how he spawns in every bar and he thought it was funny

so he randomly asks me on a date over messenger and i accept. like, I’m still in contact w Justin but whatever undiagnosed mental illness he has is becoming more apparent and distressing w each passing day and it’s becoming more obvious that he intends to do nothing abt it. so I’m not rly sure abt what to do w that and those feelings and everything but it’s definitely time to start exploring other avenues even if it’s jst for the sake of palette cleansing.

he wants to go see this all female performative of waiting for godot at the community college and I think that sounds cool. it’s creative, it’s different, we can go out after it. I get home a little early and tell him we can hang out my place for a little beforehand and get the “getting to know u better” awkward talk out of the way before we go over. and he’s obviously very nervous but he’s sweet, yknow

we go over to the community college and the play is weird and long. the intermission is at 9 and we leave during that bc we dnt wanna be stuck there until almost midnight. so we go to TR (while tommy is working bc I’m Bitch) and chat and drink and we’re hitting it off very well. he’s cool! he’s smart! he’s funny! he’s weird as hell but in a good way! it’s not jus lvl Fireworks but I’m happy and I’m distracted. We hop to stoke and stick around until last call and grab a 6 pack to take back to my apartment

I literally never do shit like this but I have no problem w him coming over there and sleeping over bc, hey, I’m Definitely Going To Have A Second Date W Him. it rly seemed like this could’ve gone somewhere. so I thought

and what follows is nsfw bc I cant stress enough that this is basically my version of cat person

like listen. intimacy w justin was very hit or miss in terms of him being too rough or something awkward happening outside of that. and it was disappointing sometimes but it was something I could overlook bc it was someone I was fucking over the moon for. and those awkward moments were basically my benchmark for what bad sex looked like

I dnt think ive ever been more incorrect abt anything in my life

this guy is jst. the absolute worst. like first of all I take his shirt off and he has fucking dermal piercings on his hips and I’m immediately rly turned off by it but it’s like. ok. if I can overlook the stupid “please kill me” bullseye on justins chest I can overlook this. but he’s jst. so. so. LOUD. he won’t stop moaning like some girl in a porno. and dirty talk. so much. i HATE that shit so much it’s so stupid. like SHUT UP. i wanted to get a scarf out of my closet and gag him not even bc I was trying to be kinky or whatever like I jst wanted the fucking NOISE to end

he won’t stop yanking at my hair which i also hate. and he’s saying weird shit abt how he wants me to dominate him (literally went into my nightstand, took out my vibrator and told me to use it on him and I was like BITCH NO THIS IS SO WEIRD) and jst. I’m in this situation and actively hating every minute of this but I feel like it’s gone too far for me to back out.

but this jst keeps going. for literal hours and I’m so fucking tired at this point but he’s jst. not finishing or anything. i dnt even know how. so I’m basically jst going along w it waiting for it to fucking end and in the middle of this shitshow he blurts out “i love you” which was such a... bad moment for obvious rzns but that’s the only time someone has ever said that to me out loud. and I was like “shhh dnt say that” and he repeated it and jst kept repeating it throughout the hellish course of the night. and I’m jst sitting here wondering how this went from amazing date to the honest to god worst mistake of my life. thinking abt why I’m so concerned w being nice to this guy and not hurting his feelings when I’m jst in literal hell

it’s finally fucking over and I fall asleep. my alarm wakes me up at 7:30 bc I have to work but he’s not in my bed anymore and I hear someone fussing in the kitchen & what I think is a cork popping but I dnt rly know. and he comes back into my room and says that he went to do me a favor and cleaned my kitchen up a little. but the place is messier than it was last night which is?¿

at this point evan comes out of his bedroom and complains to us abt the horrible day he had at work and Andrew says to him “you sound like you could use a drink!” But ev recoils bc it’s so early and he asks Andrew if he’s drunk & leaves to run errands. his reaction was a nervous “no” but he mixes something anyway and he’s like “this is for you babe” and it’s like. disgusting. it’s gin, razzmatazz, triple sec, rumchata, and coconut water. stronger than rocket fuel and not at all pleasant tasting. I reject the nasty cocktail and he slams it down. I tell him I have to work and he needs to leave. But he’s like “I wanna keep hanging out!” And he will jst. Not leave.

he makes another drink for himself and I see the gin is empty which is weird bc it was half full? and then it clicked that he was probably in my kitchen drinking all my gin while I was asleep. and it’s Hendricks. It’s expensive as hell and it’s also almost 90 proof. so he’s wasted to the point of delirium and I have to call into work to babysit him until he’s sober enough to go home

so I’m waiting for him to sober up and he keeps trying to initiate more sex and I keep rebuffing it and he takes his pants off anyway and jst. passes out w his entire naked ass out on the couch

so im jst sitting there for a little while questioning my life choices when ev comes back around 2:45 and is like. what in the fuck is going on and I tell him that Andrew decided to get morning drunk and things got weird. and he’s like “there is a half naked man on the couch and I’m going to do something abt it if you’re not” so ev yells “are your pants off?” and wakes him up and i tell him that I need to start my day and it’s probably time for him to go. he refuses, say he wants to hand out more. evan gets our swifter out of the closet and starts jabbing him w it, saying “GET OUT” so he finally does

he came over at 5. he left at 3 the nxt afternoon. he left his underwear on my coffee table and his flannel in my room (which I am stealing, not the underwear tho) and the second he left ev sprayed our couch down w Lysol and was jst losing his shit laughing at me

but all and all. turns out you can have a tinder horror story without tinder as well! who’d have known!

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tsunflowers · 5 years ago

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what i’ve learned in

the energy of the brushstroke can activate the surface of the canvas

D.A.I. dragon age inquisition

ultramarine blue -- color of crushed lapis lazuli. “chanel of paint”

angel Gabriel wearing a cool plaid cloak

allegory = visual representation showing a link between represented forms and abstract ideas

“seems like there’s a little bit of a death theme”

busy doggo

that’s capitalism

“what we have learned today is eat the rich and patriarchy’s bad”

“the Carthusians... their jam is kind of hard to explain. they wanted to be hermits... together”

MOSES HAS HORNS bc they mistranslated rays of light as horns LMAO

“the Renaissance faire was every day, back in the... Renaissance”

golgotha is in a universe opposite to ours

“the man on the right seems to be praying which is a common thing to do in a church”

if the reformation were happening today it would probably start on twitter. martin luther would be like ok /thread

watermelon wings angel

hm do the readings

maybe she just got her amazon prime

florence controlled by medici family

linear perspective has come to town

linear perspective has a vanishing point

rembrandt jewish jesus

“we’re going to introduce the medici family as important protagonists in our renaissance story”

not classical antiquity... 2!!

“brunelleschi is the anna kendrick of the time”

donatello got arrested in 1401 for hitting another guy with a club

possible justification for showing david nude

donatello and ghiberti were horny

pliny the elder :/

I think titian’s venus is better

we gotta bring back multicolored hose

colin creevy...

da da da vinci

vinci isnt even his surname it’s just the city he was from. so a surname I guess

“leonardo did not have a romantic life and if he did it would not have been with a woman”

*gets a boner from looking at the mona lisa’s hands*

leo didn’t fuck to our knowledge also he was gay

raphael--dreamy? manners, good at networking, would be on linkedin

French moralized bible... like the regular bible isn’t moral enough? hello??

DIOGENES IS THERE

“if michelangelo’s rude to you it’s bc you deserve it” -- vasari

prof’s mom broke her arm in the line to enter the sistine chapel and still went

david’s big hands are cute like puppy paws

mike loves muscle even on women

prof started crying at titian’s grave and her friend took a pic and put it online

titian out here freelancing for bigwigs

duke of urbino was hiding this behind a curtain so he could show it off to his friends extra dramatic

prof and prof fay are fighting over disegno vs colore please

the original modern art?

invention of printing press just mentioned like it happened offscreen to our class

dove.

mike was big mad about the sistine chapel bc it hurt his back and he wanted to be working on pope julius’s tomb instead

“does it seem fitting at the last supper of the lord to paint buffoons, drunkards, Germans, dwarfs, and similar vulgarities” GOT HIM

what was like... wrong with heironymous bosch

dürer was a genius I love him

it if ain’t baroque don’t fix it

caravaggtio’s judith is like “oh ick :/” gentileschi’s is like “ARGH!! FUCK!!”

kin with judith?

prof would not swipe right on bernini’s tinder bc he was problematic

david for horny sculptors and st sebastian for horny painters

“david refused the armor” horny renaissance and baroque sculptors: so he was naked

angels and demons--bad. the illuminati? no

goofy rubens horses

“these interests were colonial and not cool at all”

tulip mania!

“etching is literally engraving on acid”

“I’m going to ask my lovely teaching assistant colin firth to explain it to you”

we think vermeer used camera obscura bc some of his paintings have reflections that wouldn’t be visible to the naked eye

also I took 26 pages of real notes. I take like a page and a half of notes in class every day I dont know why I’m like this

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numba99 · 6 years ago

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Hate to Love You Part 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Playlist for shits and gigs if you care

Summary: You and Jimmy have never gotten along. To say you hated each other would be an understatement. But when a night at a party takes an unexpected turn, things between the two of you change forever. Word Count: 2,240

Warnings:alcohol, like smut adjacent lmao

The days following your fight with Jimmy sucked. There was no other way around it. You felt so stupid, wondering how you ever let yourself believe that Jimmy actually cared about you. Most of all, it hurt. It really fucking hurt.

To make matters worse, Brady was suspicious. You went totally MIA for a little over a week, needing time for yourself. As much as you loved Brady, he was tied to Jimmy and you just didn’t want that reminder. Eventually, however, you answered his calls because he was getting worried and you didn’t want to totally freak him out.

“Did something happen between you and Jimmy?” Brady asked. You were grateful this was happening over the phone so you didn’t have to regulate your facial expressions.

“No why would this have anything to do with Jimmy,” you lied, curious if Jimmy had told him what was going on. If he did he was going to fucking hear it from you.

“I don’t know, I thought things were getting better with you two and now...” his voice trailed off.

“No Brady it’s not like that,” you sighed. You were trying not to get annoyed, but these were exactly the questions you didn’t want to answer right now. You knew that Brady was coming from a good place, and you appreciated his concern, so that kept you from snapping at him. “It’s just I- it was a guy I was talking to. I thought we were on the same page but we weren’t and he’s a total ass. Just kinda been nursing a broken heart I guess.” That was kind of true, you supposed.

“Do I know this dude? Because I’ll kick his ass for you,” Brady replied, making you laugh. Yeah he’s your fucking roommate, you thought bitterly.

“No,” you replied, “Just some idiot I met through Tinder.”

“Well shit I’m sorry y/n,” Brady said, “You deserve better than some shitty Tinder guy. It’s his loss.”

“Yeah that’s what I keep telling myself.”

“Good because it’s true,” Brady affirmed, “I’m not a broken heart expert, but I think a night out with friends could help. What do you say? Come out with me tonight?”

“I don’t know Brady,” you replied. If he was going out, Jimmy was coming with him and you were not ready for that.

“Come on y/n,” Brady playfully whined, “Jimmy’s back home for the weekend and Gracia’s still in Minnesota. I’m going stir crazy over here.” Jimmy wasn’t going to be there? That made things different, and a night out would be fun...

“So it would just be us?” you confirmed.

“Well I was gonna invite Kevin too, if that okay?” Brady asked.

“More than okay, it will be good to see Kevin again,” you replied, as a smile found your lips for the first time in a while. Leave it to Brady to make you feel better even after the shittiest of times.

Later that evening you met Brady and Kevin outside a club they frequent. You were feeling better - getting dressed up did wonders for your self esteem. You looked good and for the first in awhile you felt good. Plus, the way Kevin was looking at you didn’t hurt either.

You got a drink inside, vowing to yourself it would be your only one. The last thing you needed right now was to get hammered and word vomit what’s been going on the last few weeks to Brady and Kevin.

“Man whatever guy hurt you is a dumbass,” Kevin said, joining you at the bar. He looked you up and down, in the least weird way possible. It didn’t feel creepy or anything, it was nice to have someone openly compliment you.

“You could say that again,” you muttered into your drink.

“Seriously though,” Kevin said, slinging his around your shoulder, “I’m really sorry some guy was a total dick to you. You don’t deserve that. I’m sure Brady already offered but I will totally beat him up for you if you want.”

You chuckled, if only Kevin and Brady knew the person they were so eager to beat up was their best friend. “It’s all good,” you replied, “He’s not worth the time or energy. I appreciate the sentiment though.”

“Course,” Kevin flashed a goofy, but adorable smile, “So would you wanna dance with me or is it too soon?”

“Definitely not too soon,” You smiled. However, just as the words left your mouth, a familiar face caught your eye. Jimmy.

Kevin followed your eye, smiling brightly at his friend. “Jimmy!” he exclaimed, grabbing his attention. You wished you could run away, but it was too late. He’d already seen you and you were wedged between Kevin and the bar.

“Hey Kevin, y/n,” he greeted casually. You rolled your eyes, not bothering with a response.

“I thought you were in Boston for the weekend?” Kevin asked.

Jimmy shrugged. “Sister wasn’t feeling good. Didn’t wanna risk getting sick,” he explained. That was a lie, you just knew it. It was something about his dad, but that wasn’t any of your business. Kevin nodded though, either buying the story or knowing better than to question it.

“Brady was looking for you Kev,” Jimmy said, his eyes on you.

“Did he say what he wanted?” Kevin asked. You got a sense he didn’t wanna leave your side and you were too keen on that either.

Jimmy shrugged, “Didn’t say, but he’s back there somewhere.” He pointed back to the crowded part of the club.

Kevin sighed, “I’ll be right back y/n.” His hand lingered on your arm before heading off. Jimmy stepped over in his place, trapping you.

“You and Kevin?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but he was tense.

“Are friends. Not that it is any of your business,” you answered, taking a sip of your drink. You were gonna need that to deal with him.

“Listen I know I w-”

“Save it Jimmy,” you cut him off, “I have no interest in what you have to say. You know, I really convinced myself you weren’t that bad of a guy, but boy was I wrong. You’re the asshole I always knew you were.”

Jimmy’s face shifted as you spoke. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so aggressive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You’ve felt like absolute shit the past few days all because of him, so his feelings weren’t your top priority at the moment.

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“What you thought you could treat me like a punching bag and come back and fuck me again? You’re fucking delusional. Do me a favor and fuck off,” you spat, returning your attention to your drink.

“You don’t know me. You have no idea wh- you know what never mind. You don’t give a fuck and neither do I.” He must have stormed off because the talking stopped. Thank god. Just moments later, Kevin returned.

“Where’s Jimmy?” he asked.

“Who knows, who cares,” you mumbled.

“Brady didn’t even wanna see what me, what a little shit,” Kevin joked.

“You could say that again,” you said under your breath. Then you remembered what Kevin had asked you before. “I’m ready for that dance Kev.”

“Yeah, okay,” he smirked as you grabbed his hand dragging him to the dance floor. Dancing with Kevin was fun, he was afraid to be a little goofy with it and the way he smiled at you made your heart skip. You almost forgot about Jimmy... until you say him chatting up another girl.

His eyes met yours and you looked away quickly, but it was too late. He knew you saw him and now he was going to make a show of it to piss you off. Well two could play that game. As he wrapped his arms around the girl, you pulled Kevin closer you. Jimmy’s hands ghosted over her boobs, you tilted your head back letting Kevin kiss your neck. You were each trying to one up each other by getting more and more intimate with your partner.

Finally Jimmy went in for the kill, kissing the girl. He kept his eyes opened, locked right on you. You weren’t about to lose, you grabbed Kevin, pressing your lips to his. So there you were, in a stare down with Jimmy across a crowded club as you both made out with someone else.

Wait what the hell am I doing?

You suddenly snapped back to reality. It was hitting you how much it sucked to see Jimmy kiss another girl even though you wanted so badly not to care. On top of that, you felt like a total dick for kind of using Kevin.

You jumped back abruptly, “I have to go.”

“Wait I’m sorry I didn’t me-”

“No it’s not you I-” you were struggling to find the right words, “Fuck I’m sorry I just have to go.” You ran out without another word, refusing to look at Jimmy again. You didn’t know what would be worse to see: his cocky triumphant grin or him still kissing that girl.

That night you didn’t sleep well. You kept seeing Jimmy kissing her every time you closed your eyes. It was torture. You just wanted to forget everything that ever happened with him.Of course, it couldn’t be that easy.

A knock at the door pulled you from your sulking the next morning. You wondered who could possibly be at your door that early in the morning. Okay it wasn’t that early, but early enough that it seemed bizarre. Part of you wondered if it was Jimmy trying to pull some shit after last night, so you braced for the worst.

You were met with a surprise, however, and a nice one at that. It was Kevin, and he brought flowers.

“Hey,” he said shyly.

“Hey,” you replied, relaxing against the door, “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I know I’m sorry. I don’t know, I just kinda felt bad about last night,” Kevin explained.

“Kev, I should be the one apologizing to you. I ran out on you like a crazy person,” you replied.

Kevin shook his head, “I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. With everything that happened with that guy. I pushed you too fast.”

“I’m pretty sure I kissed you,” you teased, “But seriously, you have nothing to be sorry for. You probably won’t believe me, but I did enjoy it.” It wasn’t a lie, Kevin was a good kisser.

“I’m happy about that,” he flashed a soft smile, “I guess I just wanted to make sure we were going to be okay... I meant if there even is a we I don’t mean to b-”

“Kiss me,” you cut him off.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah Kevin, kiss me. I won’t run this time, I promise,” you replied. You needed to know if there was anything between you two or if that was just a one time thing. Kevin didn’t need anymore convincing. He stepped into your place, dropping the flowers to wrap his arms around you and pull you in.

Okay, it definitely wasn’t a fluke. Kissing Kevin was nice. It was easy for things to escalate. One minute his hand was sliding in your hair in the door way and the next he was sliding down your pants on your bed. It all happened so quickly, yet you kind of felt like you were moving in slow motion.

Is this really happening? Am I really sleeping with Jimmy’s best friend.

The answers to both those questions were yes. And it was good, Kevin was really good. He was somehow bigger than Jimmy, but he was good enough with his mouth that it was a pretty easy fit. He made you cum three times before letting himself get off. God and the fucking smile he gave you after. Like he liked you, really liked you. It was certainly different from your hook ups with Jimmy.

But a good different? You didn’t really know. Yeah, it was great sex, but... something was missing. You couldn’t quite but your finger on it but it just wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because you were just so used to the hate sex that anything else was throwing you off. It was a good enough excuse for yourself now.

It was nice enough that you were interested in more. It could take a little time to get Jimmy fully out of your system, but you thought Kevin could help with that. He was always so sweet to you, giving him a chance couldn’t hurt.

“You know I didn’t just come over here for sex,” Kevin nudged you, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Could have fooled me,” you teased, nudging him back.

“I know we did this a little backwards, but I’d love to take you on a date. If you want to that is,” Kevin replied, nerves peaking through in his voice. It was sweet.

“I’d like that a lot,” you smiled, giving him a quick kiss.

“Awesome,” he beamed, “I gotta run to practice, but I’ll text you.” You nodded, walking Kevin to the door. You picked up the flowers he had dropped, thanking him again for them, before saying goodbye. You pressed your back against the door, breathing in the sweet scent of the flower and desperately trying to ignore the mess you surely just created.

#j vesey #hate to love you #jimmy vesey imagine #jimmy vesey smut #new york rangers imagine #new york rangers smut #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction

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byeolyoo · 6 years ago

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╰ ✧ ˖ NEW START. NEW YOU. NOT YOU. ‖ have you seen YOO BYEOL at the beach recently? i remember them being so DRIVEN, but they seemed a little TRUCULENT today. it must be tough going through such hard times at only TWENTY-FIVE. even then, they still remind me of DIRT AND GREASE-STAINED CLOTHES, THE CLEAR NIGHT SKY, CAREFULLY WRAPPED UP KNUCKLES and VINTAGE MUSCLE CARS.

TW: death, mentions of violence, gangs, weaponry, street racing ( ?? )

tl;dr and headcanons ;; mechanic who will most likely fix your shit for free if you’re cute. kinda shady past, but she’s over it. stole her first car -- now her most prized posession. hell knows where she came from and what she’s doing with her life -- she just... keeps swimming. may or may not have been involved in some messy shit before, cleaned up her act now that she’s an ‘adultier adult’. however, that doesn’t stop her from getting a rise out of someone from time to time. heavy drinker, always tips the staff and buys a round for everyone. call her ‘bro’ and fistbump her in the rain and she’ll be done for. usually chill and smiley, but if something bothers her, she turns into a completely different person. uses tinder on a regular basis. adrenaline junkie. tight jeans, loose morals. fuckboy.

byeol doesn’t want anyone to know where she comes from, or what she was doing before she arrived to the town. she would very much prefer for it to stay that way; whenever asked anything about her origins, she smoothly turns it to the other person, or asks a dumb question to confuse them. for all they knew, byeol could have been a simple miss nobody, and she’s content with that. but... that would have been a lie.

she was well-aware that her life wasn’t going to be so pretty right from the start -- growing up with a forever absent father and a mother who had never particularly cared too much about her could’ve messed up just about anyone, or so, she thought. they were distant, often leaving her to do her own thing, which... in retrospective wasn’t a good idea.

imagine a child, instigating fights with just about anyone, including adults in charge, kids of said adults... you name it. now, you might ask, why the heck and a half would she be doing that ?? did she not like them, or something ?? nah, she was a piece of shit, getting kick out of it. that’s it.

the family situation had only gotten worse, and when byeol was just about to turn fifteen -- her mother had found herself jumping right in front of her, sacrificing her own life for her by taking a bullet to her chest. an outsider has finally had enough of the kid’s antics and decided to put a stop to it, no matter the consequences. she was just a kid, and now ?? she’s got her damn mother’s blood on her hands. it could only make things worse...

she began acting out, having quite of a violent streak around the age of fifteen ( and a half, according to the timeline anyway, lmao ). call it a fairly late reaction, but once she’s reached such age, she basically she thought she could do anything, and more.

byeol kept on fighting strangers just for the sake of it, often landing herself in a holding cell, or even at the hospital for a check up, multiple times. nobody said it would be easy -- grieving for a mother who died because she wanted to play a hero for once in her life ?? damn, dude, that sucked. big time.

she looked for any kind of escape she could get -- sadly, with a father who was still, unfortunately, there, the girl couldn’t do much. he’d eventually convinced her to join the tight-knit group of illegal street racers ( or, you know, a bloody gang, let’s just call it what it is... ) in order to sort her out -- but boy, did it backfire. she started out as a someone’s assistant, doing things the other people told her to do, but later on, she’d figured that she just wanted to do her own thing. she wanted to drive, too.

skipping a few years forward, there was plenty of stolen cars in ‘her’ possession, stealthy training and shit-ton of bruises, broken ribs and everything painful that entailed all of it, byeol became one of the best female getaway drivers in the group. quite satisfied with her position on the metaphorical totem pole, she’d turned into a some kind of thrill-seeking jerk. and honestly... who could blame her ?? after realizing that she had preferred to work on her own accord, she packed most of her belongings in a bag and left everything behind in an old, black chevy camaro.

that’s to say, adult byeol ?? still a little bit angry, still doesn’t hesitate when it comes to throwing hands, but now she’s at least got control over it. she refuses to seek any help, because -- in her words -- that shit is pointless. it’s not going to do anything to bring her mother back, so why would she bother trying to fix herself ??

really gosh darn loyal, ride or die type of gal. if someone managed to get through her thick skull and engraved themselves in her heart, she swears she will most likely give her life away for them. and that’s saying a whole lot, coming from someone who doesn’t take any shit from anyone. whenever she’s around people she is close to, byeol acts like a complete different person -- she lets her guard down, and all that jazz.

enter richard -- the dick, himself. he was truly... something else. byeol had no idea what she was getting into; rich guy, big family, clean status... you know the drill. everything was going so well, until it wasn’t. he had pushed her to change her attitude, the lifestyle of someone who wanted to live life to the fullest, taking all the risks she could ever think of. they may have only been together for a year, but it left a mark on her -- constant arguments, back and forths, nasty words being thrown in each other’s way. it... wasn’t pretty. she wasn’t going to change for anyone. after years, upon years of working on getting over her childhood and the death of her mother, there was no way she could possibly reinvent herself to fit someone’s standards, again.

she likes to act as if it never affected her in any way, but... it did. she isn’t necessarily as open to the idea of being with someone in fear of them wanting her to clean up her act. she rarely goes out of her way to call anyone, to care about their well-being if it doesn’t benefit her directly. she drinks, she hooks up with people, she finds ‘dates’ on tinder and never reaches out to them after a night spent in some dinky hotel room, far away from the city. she’s distant, and yet... for some reason still wants to have someone around, someone she could talk to -- no feelings involved other than the platonic need to care and to be cared for.

most of her free time, whenever she’s not working, she spends either at the bar, or gym, punching her frustration out, jogging or watching multiple episodes of her favourite tv series, or nerding out about star wars ( she’s a huge ass fan, let me tell you ). anything that keeps her mind away from the awful memories is good enough of a thing for her, really.

it might look like she had cleaned up her act, but don’t let that fool you -- byeol’s internal struggle to go back into the world of illegal shit is very much still a thing. it’s tempting. many nights she stays up wondering what would happen if she just... gave up on everything and went back. would they accept her ?? would they be suspicious of her motives ?? would her father finally stop ignoring her and blaming her for everything that went wrong in his life ?? well... she would only have to wait and see...

more headcanons:

wardrobe consists mostly of black, grey, red and navy blue articles of clothing,

plaid, big ass hoodies or leather jackets paired up with jet black skinny jeans and combat boots or worn out chucks is her go-to outfit,

dad hats galore,

aggressively bisexual,

those bags under her eyes ?? they’re designer,

always carries a switchblade with her -- you know, just in case,

despite putting up a front, she’s very... motherly ?? make it make sense, please,

don’t challenge her at drinking games, she will most likely win,

uh... a gentlewoman. still very much a fuckboy, but... you get it,

got a problem with someone ?? someone’s bothering you ?? she knows a guy who knows a guy... don’t even worry about it,

we don’t talk about that one time she dyed her hair blonde... we just don’t,

#tsunamintro #death //#violence //#gang mention //#weapons //#// im gonna be around to do most things tomorrow! ♥

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flehtcher · 7 years ago

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MODERN AU: mundungus, still a blithering idiot

trigger warnings: mentions of drugs (usage + dependency as well), guns, criminal activities, manipulation

history.

dung’s youth isn’t much different, except for the fact that his mum isn’t a witch and that there’s video games to play. he loves them, clings to his gameboy as if it’s his firstborn and is absolutely obsessed with playing pokémon. besides that, the first eleven years of his life are pretty much the same: he still grows up in cork, his dad’s still a notorious criminal boss man.

mundungus does not go to hogwarts and thus has less things holding him back from following in his father’s footsteps. and so he does. he nicks cash from his classmates, from a teacher once, even, and is good at it. his dad notices and teaches him tricks, skills and other things much sooner than he does in the magical verse. they have more time together, which isn’t really good tbh.

he touches a gun for the first time when he’s twelve, shoots it that same day, in an empty field outside of the city. he feels alive. his dad introduces him to his friends, the people who work for him. dung becomes part of that criminal world quicker and easier when hogwarts is not keeping him back from it, and he loves it.

he’s kicked from his school in his fifth year of secondary school when he’s sixteen and is arrested. he’d been selling drugs at school ( he had been for a year now, but it’d taken a while until they’d noticed ) , and plenty of pills and weed had been found in his locker, as well as a switchblade, for this to be a quick and easy case. mundungus doesn’t try to lie about it, but refuses to name anyone else involved. they’re family. and so mundungus is send to oberstown, a children detention centre for a few months. he gets clean there --- because he’d grown pretty dependent on the shit he sold --- and returns home determined to stay that way. to make his mum proud.

but he doesn’t, of course: he enrolls in a new school and starts out okay, but then starts skipping class more and more and his dad keeps reaching out, and before he knows it, he’s stoned out of his mind again. he’s back to his old ways pretty quickly, but this time he cares less -- or actually, he pretends to care less, because he does know he’s got plenty to lose -- and so gets more wrapped into his dad’s world than before.

right now, mundungus has climbed his way up in his dad’s “business”. he’s done more shit than just deal drugs -- he’s robbed stores, has stolen cars, has broken into houses. he likes it. it’s a way of life that fits him: he lives outside the laws, flips the entire world off while grinning. the adrenaline is almost as good as pills or coke are, to be honest.

he doesn’t love his dad. he doesn’t know that yet, but he doesn’t. he loves the idea of his dad, he loves the drugs he has access to because of him, he loves everything but his dad himself. he’s loyal mostly because he wants to be wanted by the man who abandoned him and his mum and because his dad is the way he can get his drugs. his dad knows this. he keeps him on his side with the drugs --- mundungus is, after all, a good addition to his team, with his quickness and sneakiness ( at least, he is when he’s sober ).

his mother and him speak little. she cries a lot when he’s home, and he always feels very lost and shattered when he leaves. he knows he’s hurting her, he know he has been for years now. he knows that in certain ways, he’s doing what his dad did years ago.

modern & muggle stuff

mundungus loves playing video games. call of duty, especially, but he also plays FIFA and GTA a lot. also likes pokémon still because it brings him back lolol. has tried playing sims but found it utterly boring.

can drive a car but should not, probably.

his phonescreen is always shattered. he has two phones, of course: a burner for his ‘work’ and an iPhone 7 that he stole of someone.

that one kid who wears adidas slippers with huf socks?? lmao

is not very good with social media, but does like memes a lot so you can probably find him on facebook for that?? lololol. he always forgets about instagram and does not have snapchat or twitter. does have tinder bc dung has needs.

really likes comedy central type shows, tbh. could watch bob’s burgers and bojack horseman for his entire life and never get tired of it. also loves breaking bad?? has watched it three times?? who knows why??

eats too much junk food than good for him

really likes hip hop. tupac, biggie, nas? they’re faves for sure!! also likes proper rock, just because he rly loves guitar music and wants to learn to play it properly (work in progress; he’s shit at it)

bc he does not have his magical coat with the enlarged pockets, he now drags a backpack with him everywhere, lolol. it has a lot of badges and pins and he loves it!!!!

conclusion

i think not feeling a loyalty to his school as he did with hogwarts, lacking the distance to his dad and then later on, lacking the order really puts dung in a position where there’s more room for him to mess up. sure, he’s a human disaster right now, too, but in a muggle verse? he’s more of a mess. more dependent on drugs and alcohol, more involved in criminal activity, more reckless ... it’s a mess.

he just knows less people that are not involved in that world. he grew up around criminals, always pulled by his dad’s world. he does not have the order, which consists out of so many different people --- he just has the people he works with, mostly? he lives in a bubble, casts most people outside of it out.

mundungus hates himself a lot more in this verse, too. the months he spent locked up were ones that have continued to leave him with a feeling of queasiness when he thinks of himself? that was a shit time, and he knows that if he’s caught now, there’s going to be even more shit. he knows he could stop this mess, tell his dad that he’s done, that he wishes a better life for himself, but he doesn’t --- he’s too greedy, wants things too badly, is too dependent on the adrenaline and drugs. and so he continues doing what he does while hating himself!!! yay!

idk that’s it i thought this was going to be a fun task but it’s just made me sad and angry with dung!!!

#maraudrshq:tasks #drugs tw #addiction tw #guns mention #(small one)#manipulation tw #; * ! tasks. ;#; * ! poo emoji ( modern. ) ;

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